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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 19:11:27 GMT -8
She laughed lightly. "I don't know if that's quite true. It happened where you were able to get to a phone quickly enough."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 19:14:05 GMT -8
"Five henches down and a gunshot wound. Pretty sure our lovely lady is after me."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 19:17:42 GMT -8
"So the 'eccentric' hotel owner brings his 'henches' with him when he goes to visit her darker streets? Perhaps you bring the trouble she gives you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 19:38:12 GMT -8
Mac blinked. He had lost way too much blood for this sort of conversation. "Usually I'm much better at this," he muttered.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 20:10:58 GMT -8
"Better at lying you mean? I should certainly hope so." She set the last glass with the others, tossing the dishcloth haphazardly onto the counter.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 20:45:52 GMT -8
Mac nodded, shifting again. "I 'et to blame this all on blood loss," he muttered.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 20:50:43 GMT -8
"Of course. How long before you'll be able to get help for that, do you think?" Her gaze flickered down to the wound.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 20:56:47 GMT -8
Mac glanced at his watch, wincing a little at the movement. "They should be... almost here. Cohen should be at the hotel by the time I get there..." Or I'll skin his tail, he did not add, but the Russian Blue had hardly failed him yet.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 20:59:32 GMT -8
"Cohen?" She pulled the other chair from the table nearer to her and settled into it, her claws coming up to fiddle with the necklace she wore.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 21:23:06 GMT -8
"The doctor," Mac replied. Too late to pretend he just owned a hotel. His eyes were drawn to the necklace. "That's a pretty trinket," he said.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 21:53:13 GMT -8
Her paw stopped its motion, she hadn't realized what she'd been doing. A small smile played about her lips. "I like it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 22:02:12 GMT -8
Mac nodded, his gaze still on her. "Certainly pretty enough. Someone special give it to you?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 22:22:04 GMT -8
She paused, some part of ehr knew what she should answer with but another part really didn't want to talk about 'Tiger at the moment. Milady finally nodded. "Yes, awhile ago."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 22, 2010 22:24:25 GMT -8
Mac nodded again and looked out the window. Did they find the slowest hench they had to come pick him up? Not that he wasn't honestly... fascinated by the company, but he would perhaps be more interested if his life giving blood wasn't doing it's hardest to escape.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 22, 2010 22:35:43 GMT -8
Griddlebone looked around for a moment, musing. This wasn't exactly how she'd expected to wrap up her night--with a (rather handsome) tomcat bleeding in her kitchen. Everlasting Cat, how did she get into these situations?
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