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Post by Ace on Nov 12, 2007 11:27:35 GMT
"Sticks and stones, love. You'll get what you want, I get what I want." She was back on track.
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Post by madambeckett on Nov 12, 2007 11:31:41 GMT
Marie walked in, the first time she had ever entered the inn.
"I've heard on the grape vine you two are planning to execute my ex husband? I'm in."
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 12, 2007 11:32:55 GMT
Belsamuel reached up and held her chin while looking her in the eyes. "What I want has changed. Before it was for me...... now it's for Arya!"
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Post by Ace on Nov 12, 2007 11:34:46 GMT
"Your ex had Arya killed... hanged." Anya told Marie. She didn't care who she was as long as Beckett would be wiped off the map...
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 13, 2007 22:44:43 GMT
Belsamuel looked over his shoulder at Marie. "So I guess you have most likely heard of my little visit to Beckett my now, eh Marie? Strange, even though I saw you cry over him I expected harsh words...... not a co-conspiritor!"
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Post by Ace on Nov 13, 2007 23:19:42 GMT
"Women work in mysterious ways Belsam." Anya told him.
"Now where did you put that vodka?"
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 13, 2007 23:27:40 GMT
Belsamuel moved a char aroung the table for Marie as she st. "I think this calls for many special occasions." He then starts pulling out scotch, vodka, tequila, kaluah, gin, vermouth, brandy, rum, and many more small flask bottles from his jacket....
"Is it bad that my cloak makes Dalanor's selection look bad?" He asked with a quizzical look
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Post by Ace on Nov 13, 2007 23:36:04 GMT
"Noup... as long as he doesn't see it. Good thing I happened to sit in a shady corner, eh?" But now she was faced with a difficult decision...vodka or rum or scotch.
"To hell with it" she said and grabbed the nearest bottle, not caring what it was.
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Post by Belsamuel on Nov 13, 2007 23:37:19 GMT
Belsamuel looked at Anya take a swig of the bottle and winced..... she had to pick the triple distilled, didn't she? "That's 70% there Anya....."
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Post by Ace on Nov 13, 2007 23:41:39 GMT
"Whazzin thaat?" she gasped, eyes tearing up. She looked at the bottle like it was fraternizing with the enemy and put it on the table. "This definitely wasn't the start of a beautiful friendship" she grumpled. She looked at all the bottles and decided to have some rum. "Well hello there my long lost friend."
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