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Post by Lauren on Dec 1, 2010 21:31:45 GMT
"I wouldn't go that far. I liked your dad," Rowdy said, not elaborating whether or not that meant he didn't like her.
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Post by PirateOTC on Dec 1, 2010 21:32:57 GMT
"Yeah, I assumed you would since ya'll criminals"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2010 21:33:49 GMT
"So what do you do?" Nicolas asked, finding it hard to imagine that the daughter of a famous bank robber served drinks for a living.
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Post by PirateOTC on Dec 1, 2010 21:37:58 GMT
"Unless some of us, I try to make an honest living and straighten some things out...I don't know.. make up for my past or something.." she saw on Nicolas that he wasn't quite satisfied with the answer:
"I'm a bartender and a showgirl. I don't steal things if that's what you mean"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2010 21:41:58 GMT
Nicolas raised his hands in a defensive gesture, "I didn't say you did. Besides, some of us tried to make an honest living, but that career blew up in their face," He muttered in his defense. He shrugged it off though, and steered the conversation back to her instead. "So you sing?"
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Post by PirateOTC on Dec 1, 2010 21:47:39 GMT
"Yeah, sing and dance. Been doing that for...going on 10 years now. Actually I was suppose to be there to do it tonight...!"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2010 21:53:22 GMT
"If you've done it for ten years, I'm sure you're good enough that they won't fire you over one missed night," Nicolas shrugged,
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Post by PirateOTC on Dec 1, 2010 21:56:27 GMT
She sighed and saw that the others had fallen asleep. She walked over to one of the horses and took its blanket, laid down by the fire and put the blanket on her. Before she closed her eyes she said:
"If ya'll try anything while I sleep, I'll kick your balls in"
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Post by Jacky on Dec 1, 2010 22:00:10 GMT
"Good night to you, too," Nicolas commented, getting up to collect some more wood for the fire. Once he'd added enough so that the warmth of the fire would last them throughout the night, he laid down on his back, his arms crossed under his head, and his eyes on the starry night skies until he'd fall asleep.
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Post by Lauren on Dec 2, 2010 9:05:18 GMT
Rowdy woke up first the next morning. He pushed himself to his feet and ran a hand through his thick hair. He walked across to the dying embers of the fire and stomped them out completely as he lit up a cigar between his teeth.
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