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Post by Ace on Nov 13, 2007 14:33:50 GMT
"Oi Admiral!" Niamh yelled. This was not going according to her plans. She skipped after him.
"You know sir, last I saw her, she was going to the balcony" her black eyes went wide with innosence, fake, but she hoped the admiral would buy it.
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Post by amandine on Nov 13, 2007 14:42:14 GMT
Amandine eyed him, "Great wine." She whispered.
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He turned around, "Then I'm going up to the balcony." He started to walk off again.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 13, 2007 14:46:42 GMT
I make it bring from London. It is a very good crop, of the year .... ". His eyes closed when it perceived the flavor in his palate. " 1650, one good year, believe me. But be careful, you can get drunk, this wine is stronger than the one that existed in the ball, my lady".
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Post by amandine on Nov 13, 2007 15:20:40 GMT
She giggled as she finished the glass, "That wouldn't be so bad, would it?" She asked her eyes having a devious glint to them.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 13, 2007 15:24:36 GMT
" Well, can be a bad , because you might not realize your acts, my lady ". Beckett smiled over his glass and his eyes shone when the flames of the fire were making his thin skin of alabaster shine.
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Post by amandine on Nov 13, 2007 15:51:16 GMT
"Mhm," She replied lazily, "May I have some more? You're right, it was a good year." She ended her sentence by licking her lips.
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 13, 2007 16:31:59 GMT
He affirmed with the head and smiling at the lady get up of the chair and approaching the table where the silver salver was resting with the bottle of wine, it took her, approached again her and filled his glass. " I believe that the wine is raising you to the head, my lady ". Beckett, left the bottle on the small table that existed next to his armchair and he sat down again face his.
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Post by amandine on Nov 13, 2007 19:16:11 GMT
Amandine chuckled softly, "I think not." She said in a playful tone, due to her tipsy state. "I have... What do you call... ?" Her hand was moving in gesture as if silently asking him to help her. "Uh... Tolerance!" Her voice raised when she found the word she needed. She giggled at herself, looking at him.
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Post by elizabethjaneswann on Nov 13, 2007 19:29:34 GMT
The door burst open and Charlotte walked in. Amandine and Beckett looked up to see that Jack followed shortly.
"Do you have a plan?" Charlotte said under her breath to Jack.
"I always have a plan."
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Lord Cutler Beckett
Mr. Cotton's Parrot
Its nothing personal, Jack. It?s just good business
Posts: 750
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Post by Lord Cutler Beckett on Nov 13, 2007 19:31:11 GMT
He laughed in silence seeing his tipsy state. He came to him towards no effect. It drank more of his glass and crossed softly one of his legs showing his shining black boots. Support of the chair supported his small back on him . " Say to me, my lady. What behavior makes experience you the wine? ".Asked to her with mischievousness without her stopping looking at the eyes.
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