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Post by rachel on Jun 1, 2010 18:29:01 GMT -7
She cocked an eyebrow You don't drink it?
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 1, 2010 18:41:12 GMT -7
He shook his head. Teetotaller. Never touched a drop in my life.
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Post by rachel on Jun 1, 2010 18:45:14 GMT -7
how do you run a bar and never have had a drink?
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 1, 2010 18:47:48 GMT -7
His expression darkened, then his face shut down. Just can.
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Post by rachel on Jun 1, 2010 18:51:21 GMT -7
she noticed the chang sorry. she said simply
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 1, 2010 18:54:20 GMT -7
He shrugged, eyes down. It's fine to be curious.
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Post by rachel on Jun 1, 2010 19:10:10 GMT -7
she nodded and went back to drinking
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 1, 2010 19:11:55 GMT -7
He threw the rag in with the dirty dishes and took them to the back room.
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Post by rachel on Jun 1, 2010 19:40:07 GMT -7
she finished the 3rd drink and waited so she could pay him
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 1, 2010 20:03:48 GMT -7
He came out to collect more glasses.
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Post by rachel on Jun 2, 2010 3:57:05 GMT -7
How much do I owe you? she said.
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 2, 2010 12:40:19 GMT -7
Don't bother, I make enough money off the drunk farmers.
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Post by rachel on Jun 2, 2010 13:03:05 GMT -7
you sure? she asked, standing and placing her hat on her head
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Post by Vendetta on Jun 2, 2010 13:08:07 GMT -7
Yeah he said, taking up the bottle and the glass.
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Post by rachel on Jun 2, 2010 13:50:26 GMT -7
Thanks then, mate. she said
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