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Post by Falindraun on Aug 24, 2005 23:50:28 GMT -5
john takes a pack of matches "can i get a dark beer in a bottle?"
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 24, 2005 23:52:00 GMT -5
"what kind of beer would you like?"
:: after getting the name Dom pops the cap and places the beer on the bar::
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Post by jblack on Aug 26, 2005 2:03:36 GMT -5
Jorinda enters the Eager Beaver. With her long legs, she makes it to the back room in a matter of minutes, and offers a friendly nod to JJ as she dances on the stage, but doesn't pause to see if she acknowledged it. JJ didn't need the distraction, and she needed to clock in.
She takes her badge from a pocket of her and swipes it in the time clock. Made it within the five minute grace period this time.
Tucking the card away, she takes a braided cord from her pocket. She gathers up her long blonde hair with its blue streaks and ties it back. It tended to get in the way when she was working. She checks herself in the full length mirror and undoes the second button of her metallic silver blouse, offering a nice view of pale and perfect skin without revealing too much.
Now ready, Jorinda walks back into the main part of the bar. Ever the flirt, she blows a small kiss to Dom and takes up her position at the register.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 26, 2005 7:11:36 GMT -5
::Dom offers a slight smile to Jorinda::
" been a crazy night and I have buisness to take care of.. you should be all set.."
:: that said Dom heads towards the door behind the bar... as soon as he walks through, a shorter than average troll stands up and also heads for the back room::
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 27, 2005 7:40:46 GMT -5
Freddy loiters a block away, tucked quietly away from the throng.. after a few minuites his eyes refocusand he weaves his way to the Beaver. Checking the instructions committed to memorE 'ask fer Dom.. hes da owna... tell him yur lookin for a good dinna to eat at.. he'll ask ya if you lookin for shrimp or meat... tell him your lookin fer italian.. and da rest will be takin care of... ' OK.. the crib is now sounded out - some heafty astral patrol - the name has got clout.. Check through his meagre kit, tasar and spares, headchips, elec tools in a hardened briefcase, and a new puffa jacket- always nise to have protection.
Hey, scuse me can you point out Dom... no Im lookin for Italian Be polite, dont reccie this place too hard, if the owner wants me to know then he'd tell me - and his astral posse. Lets get this job sussed - with clout like this backing them up - they should pay good...
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 27, 2005 12:11:53 GMT -5
( go ahead and move your posts to the campaign room)
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Post by Falindraun on Aug 30, 2005 18:01:19 GMT -5
"Hey bartender, I was wondering if my group and I of about 5 people could use one of your large rooms upstairs and i need 2 dark beers and one of your bar rags preferably a used one please" I then look around for Pre' and Wreka wondering where they are.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2005 18:21:00 GMT -5
Wick leaned on the Bar, and watched the Dances, waiting to the response eddie got.
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 30, 2005 22:20:57 GMT -5
"50 cred an hour for a private room, 100 cred for the private room with a view." Dom replies
:: he reaches under the bar and produces a keycard ::
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Post by Falindraun on Aug 30, 2005 22:39:12 GMT -5
"price sounds fine to me do you mind if i wait to pick what kind of room and pay for it till after the rest of my group arives? oh by the way what about those beers and that bar rag can i buy one?"
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 30, 2005 22:55:48 GMT -5
:: Dom places the beer and his bar cloth in front of the customer ::
" not a problem bout the room, dont worry bout the rag, it was dirty, you can have it free."
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Post by Falindraun on Aug 30, 2005 23:56:39 GMT -5
"thanks" he pays for the beers and grabs a pack of matches that are on the bar, and starts to drink the first beer
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Post by ragallachmc on Aug 31, 2005 0:14:11 GMT -5
The limo pulls into the parking lot of the Eager Beaver and discharges its four passengers. "Thanks for the smooth ride Tony.", Fiver says with a smile as he exits the limo.
Fiver waits for the others to exit the limo, "I'll catch up with all of you in a minute," he says as he turns and walks into the parking lot.
Fiver walks towards his white van and does a quick perimeter of it. He looks on the roof, inside, and even gets on his knees to look underneath in a few key spots. Being paranoid's better than bein' deed
((Search the van for any signs of tampering. Bugs, trackers, bombs, whatever.))
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Post by sabosect on Aug 31, 2005 0:21:31 GMT -5
Nerlata walks in, marching up to the bar. As usual, she surrenders the obvious weapon. And, as usual, she gives the security guard an impish grin as she continues, not even breaking stride. She gives a waitress a quick look before going up to the bar, waving at Dom. She pulls out a credstick as he turns his attention towards her.
"I need a private room for four, no view and for as long as two hundred cred can get."
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Aug 31, 2005 8:36:57 GMT -5
:: Dom places a swipe card on the counter ::
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