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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:48:29 GMT -8
Lou took the flask, opening it and sniffing at it before taking a sip. His brow rose. "How many clients do you have?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:51:02 GMT -8
"Several," he replied.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:52:18 GMT -8
The tabby looked him over at that. "Well, I can hardly give you an answer tonight. How would I get a hold of you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:55:26 GMT -8
Misto paused a moment. "How many days would you like? Can come back then."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 20:56:27 GMT -8
Lou considered. "Three days."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 20:59:02 GMT -8
Misto nodded, making an exaggerated bowing motion at that. "Three days sounds fine."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 21:00:38 GMT -8
"Very well. I'll have an answer for you then."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 21:03:04 GMT -8
Nodding again, Misto took a step back, though he didn't want to turn yet. "Thank you very much for you time then, Mr. Page."
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 21:17:24 GMT -8
"Of course, Mr. Quaxo. I hope to see you again. Good evening."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 21:18:22 GMT -8
Misto nodded, tipping his hat brim as he put it back on. "Evening," he said, finally forcing himself to turn around. He would have to to get to the door after all.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 21:19:49 GMT -8
Lou watched him for a moment before turning back to his work.
Coricopat glanced in that direction, looking quickly away when he saw that Mistoffelees had turned around.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 21:28:21 GMT -8
Misto caught Coricopat's eyes for half a second before the other turned away. Taking a deep breath, he started for the door, trying not to look toward the other constantly on his way across the floor.
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Post by Meadowlark on Feb 27, 2011 21:30:28 GMT -8
It took more willpower than Cori would have admitted not to look back at the black cat. The mottled tom carefully turned his attention back to the band on stage.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 27, 2011 21:33:52 GMT -8
Reaching the door, Misto glanced back one more time, seeing the other very firmly looking away. He wondered if he could convince Jerrie to be the one to come back in several days. Sighing, stomach twisting, he stepped out back into the chill of the night.
[THREAD END]
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