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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 23:02:58 GMT -8
Mac couldn't decide to be slightly abashed or grin more. "Screw luck. And if that's the case I'm just doomed havin' built thirteen floors."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 6, 2011 23:06:40 GMT -8
Brachen looked at him like he was the most insane cat that had ever been, then he smiled, skipping the first step. "Who am I kidding, it's that kinda spit-in-yer-eye fire that I always liked in you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 23:08:04 GMT -8
Mac's face split into a huge grin at that, following Brachen up. "What can I say, I like spitin' in the eyes of others."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 6, 2011 23:28:00 GMT -8
"Establishment on the opposite spectrum of the establishment. What's not to love about it? We have more fun on this side anyway."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 6, 2011 23:29:07 GMT -8
Mac laughed, stalling in front of the door for the third floor. "Basically."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 6, 2011 23:59:26 GMT -8
Brachen opened the door for him out of habit. "So, what's good, do you think?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 0:01:43 GMT -8
Mac raised a brow, stepping through. "Good? In 'eneral morality or for food?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 7, 2011 7:29:22 GMT -8
"Well, I meant food, but if you need me to I could talk you out of retiring from your life of crime and joining a mission." A beat. "You're not thinking of doing that, right?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 9:00:30 GMT -8
"Oh hell no," Mac said, grinning. "No worries there. As for food, well, we'll have to see then?"
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Post by qualapec on Feb 7, 2011 21:01:30 GMT -8
Brachen strode into the dining room, taking notes about the decor as he went. "What do you want, then? As far as food goes."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 21:41:38 GMT -8
Mac shrugged, following him and motioning to his table of choice, in the corner where he could see the door and most of the other tables. He picked up two menus as he went, the waiter blinking after him but after working there for several months not protesting. "Sandwich probably this time of day."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 7, 2011 22:08:22 GMT -8
Brachen, deciding to fly in the face of convention, uttered, "I think I'll order pancakes..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:10:01 GMT -8
Mac stared at him for a moment, unable to decide if he was more inclined to laugh or half quail at that idea. "You 'et ta explain that ta the cook then, 'cause I ain't." He could feel his speech patterns slipping a little. "Though at this point, he's already used ta gettin' the strangest orders..."
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Post by qualapec on Feb 7, 2011 22:12:23 GMT -8
"Well, with any luck he'll be inclined to my winning personality."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 7, 2011 22:13:43 GMT -8
Mac snorted, shaking his head and calling the waiter over. "Ham sandwich, and an order of pancakes, and tell the cook it's from me, would you?" The waiter blinked and nodded, scampering off.
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