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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 19:59:50 GMT -8
Clara glanced around the room, taking in the sights of the smoke filled space, the few cats already there and what a dive the place was honestly. But it was at the docks, so one could hardly expect anything else. It was probably too early in the night to be considering drinks but...
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:02:49 GMT -8
Griddlebone polished a glass, surveying the cats there that night. SHe'd been a bit distracted since New Year's. She hadn't heard from Mac since then, though she was sure he was busy. Her gaze scoped over the queen who had just entered. The cat didn't look like the normal queens who came to the Fishbone.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:05:12 GMT -8
Clara paused at the sight of the white queen--interesting. She slid up to the bar, taking a seat at one of the stools.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:07:29 GMT -8
Grids came over. "Evenin', gal, what can I get you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:12:14 GMT -8
Rather curtly, Clara ordered a drink and tried not to think of the last time she might have had it.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:16:29 GMT -8
The white queen looked the other over for a moment before going and finding the drink, pouring it and setting the glass down in front of the other.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:19:16 GMT -8
Clara glanced up at the appearance of the drink, vaguely remembering her manners. 'Thank you," she murmured, pulling it toward her.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:21:23 GMT -8
"Not a problem." She paused for a long moment. "I don't think I've seen you 'round here before."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:22:46 GMT -8
A slender shoulder rose and fell. "I've been in the area, but no, I think this is the first time I've been here."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:25:23 GMT -8
"Can I ask what brings you in here?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:28:33 GMT -8
She shrugged. "Bad memories. Why you work here?"
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:35:46 GMT -8
"Because it's where I have a job and a living." Her paw came up to the necklace around her throat--the gold one from 'Tiger.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:38:13 GMT -8
Another shrug from Clara as she put back a good amount of the drink in one go. It was fascinating how little those at the docks were actually willing to say to each other. Get them to the downtown though, and they open up slightly... One of her ears flickered. "That's a pretty trinket."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 8, 2011 20:39:23 GMT -8
"Hm? Oh, this old thing? Thank you."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 20:44:56 GMT -8
Clara looked at it a bit more closely, taking another sip. "Hardly looks old," she remarked.
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