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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 10:30:28 GMT
Sera handed over the bottle, after she took a few sips. The liquor was really really strong, and it heated up her throat. But that was good, cos it would heat up the rest of her too, and she was really cold by now.
Tom kept his eyes on Stacy a moment longer. He saw how much paler she got, how her voice changed. When Stacy took the bottle he thought he could see her hand shake a little. He didn't want to ask whether she was okay again though, since she'd brushed it off the first time. Maybe another time, he figured.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 10:35:04 GMT
Stacy took a big gulp from the bottle and after she had swallowed it she coughed "woah, strong" She smirked and sat down, giving the bottle to Doug. "So eh Tom, Doug.. tell us something about yourselves, how old are you ? lived in this town long?"
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 10:39:41 GMT
All four of them sat down near the cabinet on the floor. There wasn't any furniture, so there was little use finding a more comfortable spot. As the bottle got passed around, Tom answered Stacy's question.
"I'm eighteen," He answered. "Nineteen in a few months. And nah, I haven't lived here long. I only got here a few months before I actually started living on the streets." He 'explained'.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 10:41:53 GMT
"hm, does that mean that you liked the town or didn't?" Stacy grinned a little, obviously he didn't like something about the town, otherwise he wouldn't have started living on the street, but he stayed in the town so perhaps it was worth hanging around for..
"I'm 19" Doug said "Lived here quite a while, parents moved, I stayed" he explained, not caring much that anyone would figure out why he was on the street.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 10:44:10 GMT
Tom returned Stacy's grin with one of his own. "Neither, really. Just means I made some bad choices."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 10:57:12 GMT
"hm.. do that a lot?" she wondered. If these guys were going to stay with them, or at least hang out with em for a while she wanted to find out what kinda guys they were.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 10:59:16 GMT
Tom smirked and shook his head, "Not since then, nah."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 11:04:41 GMT
"Good boy" she chuckled and took the bottle from doug, swigging again. It was working quickly, making her feel warm&a little dizzy in the head. "And you, Doug.. where did your parents move to you say?"
Doug smirked "I didn't say it, they moved to Kosovo, to help out people in war.. they're crazy, why look for danger and risk being killed? I had no relatives living nearby here, only in other states and my parents resufed to pay my ticket, so I threatened to leave. and I guess I did" he smirked again.
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Post by Jacky on Sept 21, 2008 11:09:44 GMT
"Woah. That's sucky." Sera commented, taking the bottle of liquor from Stacy now. She glanced over to Tom, curiously now. "What 'bout you..? Bad decisions, huh?"
Tom shrugged, "Yeah." He had figured to keep 'his story' simple. Clean and simple, so he wouldn't get caught up in lying. "I dropped outta highschool to play guitar in this band. My parents weren't cool with that so we stopped having contact. And uh.. that band thing never really worked out well." He shrugged.
Sera smirked, "No kidding."
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Sept 21, 2008 11:22:19 GMT
"Sera, we got ourselves a musician" Stacy giggled and leant her head back against the wall. "I used to play piano" she said "but guitar is cooler, obviously"
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