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paradisalost2009-11-04 10:02 am
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three_fiftyfive and housewareshero.
What: Having a drink, easing an edgy newcomer into the setting of Paradisa.
When: The afternoon of October 27, minutes after Ash had met 355 here.
Where: The Death Match.
Rating: PG-13, for language, perhaps?
It had been a while since she had something even remotely alcoholic. From what she heard from her new acquaintance, it had been even longer for him. In the midst of frazzled nerves, aside from a good slap in the face, a good stiff drink was a decent remedy for this kind of stress, especially the kind of stress that Paradisa had been known to dish out. She would settle with a light beer served in a chilled bottle, popping it open herself and taking a drink, eying the other carefully, wondering just how bad he had it before coming here.
"Is this any better?" She asked, eyes not leaving the other. Like hell she'd leave this one with one last nerve left with that full arsenal of his.
three_fiftyfive and housewareshero.What: Having a drink, easing an edgy newcomer into the setting of Paradisa.
When: The afternoon of October 27, minutes after Ash had met 355 here.
Where: The Death Match.
Rating: PG-13, for language, perhaps?
It had been a while since she had something even remotely alcoholic. From what she heard from her new acquaintance, it had been even longer for him. In the midst of frazzled nerves, aside from a good slap in the face, a good stiff drink was a decent remedy for this kind of stress, especially the kind of stress that Paradisa had been known to dish out. She would settle with a light beer served in a chilled bottle, popping it open herself and taking a drink, eying the other carefully, wondering just how bad he had it before coming here.
"Is this any better?" She asked, eyes not leaving the other. Like hell she'd leave this one with one last nerve left with that full arsenal of his.
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"Gettin' there," he managed, scrubbing his good hand over his face. "This place kinda reminds me of one'a the bars back home. I can't decide if that helps ... or if knowin' it's smack in the middle of a castle is makin' it weirder."