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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 23:52:01 GMT -5
"I used to poop my pants and yell at my mother until she changed me. I retired. Do you think I should pick it up again?"
It was a horrible example, but Matthew was a generally a crude person. He took another drink before making a face and setting it down. He was not used to drinking, not used to it at all, and the light buzz had begun to fade. He was not searching for a massive headache in the morning; he had things to do, places to go, all of which involved bright lights and noise.
"Water, please!" Matthew called out before turning back to Katelyn, "I'm Matthew, " he added, figuring it'd be polite, since he had just acted somewhat rudely.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jul 1, 2010 0:00:54 GMT -5
Katelyn laughed. Not at all, she said. She turned towards the outside of the bar, her back leaning on the wood.
I'm Katelyn, but you can call me Kate. She told him, nodding to him, exchanging names. She took a large gulp of her drink and then stretched her arms. She had been up for over seventeen hours and had had a long, long week. The first thing that came to her mind was going home and crashing on her soft, fluffy, white bed.. or the couch if she didn't want to walk any further....
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Post by irrational on Jul 1, 2010 22:03:04 GMT -5
The bartender slid a glass of the water down the bar and Matthew cursed as it nearly fell over onto the ground, his hand closing around it at the last minute. "Thanks. Thanks a lot," he called before breaking off into curses that were broken by the occasional sips off water. After a few minutes, he eyed Katelyn and spoke to her once more, "Ex cop. Ironic that you're at a bar, then, eh?" he questioned lightly, playing with the "sweat" rolling down his glass, now utterly absorbed in the task.
He knew he should be going now; he had chatted a bit and he had work to do, but Matthew lacked money to pay for the tab to start with and he really was too lazy to get up.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jul 1, 2010 22:39:51 GMT -5
Katelyn grinned as he caught the glass. She stifled a chuckle. You tuly have a way with words.. She told him, listening to him curse. Ironic, maybe, but I still come here. It eases my mind. It's a little ironic for a cop to be under eighteen, too, right? She smiled as she looked out to the rest of the bar, her back leaning against the hard wood again.
She gulped another drink form the glass and soon emptied it within a minute. She felt better now; eased as she put it. They weight of her problems temporarily lifted form her shouldlers. It felt good to her.. To not feel like a burden, to not carry any.
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