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Post by dreamweaver on Aug 4, 2013 1:05:49 GMT -5
"Yep, it is. As for the name, I've hired it and worse enough times growing up that I really don't care anymore. As for being normal, yeah it's pretty over rated anyway." After few minutes they reached a brick building. "She's not much to look at form out here but you work with what you can here."
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Post by Night Angel on Aug 4, 2013 14:33:11 GMT -5
"In my experience bars always look like crap on the outside." Amp said following Jackson's lead. For reasons he couldn't readily explain, Terrence was glad that Trent had skipped out on him. Yeah Trent was mind blowingly hot, but he was moving in too quickly anyway. Perhaps what Amp needed was the chance to slow down.
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Post by dreamweaver on Aug 4, 2013 18:41:41 GMT -5
"I suppose so but then for rather odvius reasons I'v not had that much experience with other establishments of this sort. But oh well." With that he entered the bar.
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Post by Night Angel on Sept 10, 2013 18:56:31 GMT -5
"That makes sense. But to be honest, I think the green skin suits you." Even though Jackson's outward appearance left him one serrated battle axe short of an Orc. With the proper investments to say the least Amp wouldn't have to worry about being stood up. More importantly though, Amp had two dilemmas in his life. Finding a worthy male specimen, and that said specimen could live with a mutant for a boyfriend.
But now Amp was just getting ahead of himself. Jumping into something too fast was what had gotten him entangled with Static in the first place. He needed to learn to take things slower. This hadn't even been declared a date yet. There was no need to go counting chicks before they even hatched.
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