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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:12:53 GMT -8
Jones nodded, rising. "Well then my good chap, though the night is still rather fresh, I have some business that needs my urgent attention. I do hope to see you here again soon though, and enjoy all the drinks you need."
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Post by havlockvhett on Nov 24, 2010 23:21:50 GMT -8
"By all means, the company is appreciated, especially for the demands on it." Franz extended his hand, back stiffening to attention out of long habit. "I'll be sure to return." And not just for the company, there was just something about the place that soothed all of his feathers. A quiet grace he'd never been able to emulated but founding calming.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:24:30 GMT -8
Jones nodded magnanimously, accepting the extended hand. "Excellent," he declared. "I hope you find enjoyment in the rest of your night then." He exited the main room, heading back upstairs, not only for his midnight snack, but to make sure his spies were reporting as they should. And perhaps to write another letter to that Hollister, asking him for a meeting in that wonderful hotel of his...
((Exit Jones))
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Post by havlockvhett on Nov 24, 2010 23:43:32 GMT -8
Franz meandered his way through two more drinks before deciding to call it a night. The bartender was a charming sort of fellow, and the band did what little it could to draw his mind away from the constant gnaw of worry about what he would do if the police records really were as useless as he feared.
{{End Thread}}
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