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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 17:24:57 GMT -8
"I see. Happens a lot around here what with all the gang deals and rivalries." Her tone was even enough to make it sound almost like she bought it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 17:27:35 GMT -8
Mac's eyes narrowed and then he shrugged, wincing when it pulled his wound. "Somethin' you want ta ask or tryin' ta say?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 17:30:13 GMT -8
Griddlebone shrugged. "No, we get all sorts down here. I don't know that we were ever officially introduced." She changed subjects.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 17:35:48 GMT -8
"Ah, Mac said, holding out the wrong paw since the right one was too busy trying to keep the blood in his actual body. "Macavity Hollister, owner of the Demoniaque."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 17:38:37 GMT -8
Griddlebone turned, shaking his paw briefly. "Lady Griddlebone, manager of The Fishbone."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 17:41:53 GMT -8
"Well, nice ta meet you then," Mac said, leaning back against the chair and wishing again for his cigarettes. "Thanks for lettin' me use the phone."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 17:48:48 GMT -8
"Well I couldn't very well leave you to bleed out on the back stoop." She finished with the glasses, picking up a towel to actually dry them.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 17:49:43 GMT -8
"Oh please, I was in no danger of bleedin' out, I was just... bleedin' a little."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 17:52:43 GMT -8
One dark eyebrow arched slightly as she glanced at the bloodstained towel he was still holding against his wound. "Right."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 17:55:52 GMT -8
Mac's eyes narrowed a little and he rolled the shoulder opposite the wounded side. "You're not doubtin' my word now are you?" He grinned at the end of that sentence. He blamed it on the fact blood loss was making him slightly woozy.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:02:27 GMT -8
"I would never dream of contradicting the cat who got himself shot and showed up on my doorstep seeking a phone to call for medical aid." Was her smooth reply.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:05:19 GMT -8
Mac gaped her for a moment before laughing, which stretched his side painfully. "Well, that's good then. After all, you have no idea where such a cat has been..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:08:51 GMT -8
She looked at him for a long moment, considering. "Well, considering the way you carry yourself, my guess is you know your way around weapons, but I can take care of myself well enough." Her gaze moved away from the tabby. "Is there anything I can get you while you wait?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 18:10:30 GMT -8
Mac blinked at her for a moment and then shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine." He considered her for a moment. "Weapons huh? I could be just naturally graceful..."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 18:12:24 GMT -8
"In this town? Natural gace carries weapons."
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