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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:10:09 GMT -5
She shrugs. "Or we could head into the city. It's a bit of a jaunt without jumping, but I'm fine with it."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:11:09 GMT -5
"Yeah, that sounds better than a stuffy country club. Shall we be off then?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:11:52 GMT -5
"Your car, or the bike?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:13:44 GMT -5
"Whichever you prefer."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:15:25 GMT -5
She shrugs. "Bike's faster." She rises and goes to the closet, pulling our a pair of helmets and her leather jacket.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:16:54 GMT -5
((got anything planned or anything you want to do, or shall we just skip over this?))
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:17:57 GMT -5
((Skip over it. Unless you want them to visit Damien and Zin.))
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:19:02 GMT -5
((Um, well, you play Damien and Zin. Do you want Aka to go see them?))
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:21:10 GMT -5
((Not really. So we skip?))
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:22:30 GMT -5
((Yup, skippiness))
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:27:17 GMT -5
And so, they return to the house, hours later, probably exhausted after whatever they've been doing.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:29:09 GMT -5
Vinnie grins, "We should do that more often."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:32:17 GMT -5
She nods, hanging up her coat. "We definately should." SHe glances at the clock next to the closet. "I'll set you up in one of the guest rooms," she says, starting toward the stairs.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 21:33:44 GMT -5
"Thanks," Vinnie says, following her up the stairs.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 21:37:07 GMT -5
She opens up a door, grabbing a set of sheets and towels from the closet, before leading her into one of the guest rooms. It's well-decorated, bright colors with lots of windows, clearly not Aka's style. She sets the sheets and towels on the desk and turns around. "Bathroom's through there," she says, pointing to a door that presumably leads to a connected bathroom. "I'm at the end of the hall if you need me, and if you get hungry, the kitchen is just off the living room, downstairs. Do you need anything before I go pass out?"
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