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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 22:14:31 GMT -5
Nope. None of that was really related to Malcolm.
Damn. Chey thought, slightly annoyed. She took another sip of her ale. “That’s a rather interesting story, Mr. Huntman. Pity you owe a debt over an arrest...I would think one would be rewarded for such a capture, not penalized.” There was definitely a lot more to this man than what lie on the outside. From his shoulder-length curly hair to his brown eyes, he looked rather simple. But, from what he was telling her, he was quite the mystery. He described himself as a ranger, yet he arrested criminals? An odd combination in Chey’s eyes...
“So, how much do you owe him?” She inquired.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 22:40:46 GMT -5
Travis wasn't even prepered for that question. He knew the reconstruction of the upstairs must of costed alot, but Malcolm wasn't specific on how much Travis actually owe.
"To be honest, I have no idea how much I owe the man. The damage must of been around 1000 gold pieces, but he never told me the exact cost." Travis took another sip on how he might of been duped. "Yet again, Malcolm is sort of a suspious man, and I would understand why you feel somewhat intimidated by him."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 22:47:46 GMT -5
Chey's eyes widened quite a bit. "Intimidated?" She scoffed. "Nothing intimidates me. Now, intrigues? Confuses? Interests? Yes. Intimidates? No way." And there was her first lie. Everyone had something that frightened them...for Chey, it was probably either Elias' killer or just vampires in general. While she did hate them, and planned to kill quite a few in the next few weeks, she was still intimidated by them. Who wouldn't after finding one of their closest friends dead, and at the hands of that terrible race? It was an irrational fear, and she knew it, but that didn't make it go away...
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 23:00:03 GMT -5
Travis found himself is a pickle. He didn't mean to offend the woman and make her look weak. She definatly looked like a self-dependent individual, something the ranger admired. "I'm sorry," he apoligzed, "I didn't mean to offend you. It's was just the fact you seemed nervous around, that you had your blade at the ready to strike. I mean, the guy kinda creeps me out too."
He better have not made things worse.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 23:10:34 GMT -5
Chey sighed and gulped down a large portion of her ale. “I simply found him a bit...strange. And I do not trust strangers...the whole blade thing was a reflex. I apologize if I scared you by doing that.”
She lowered her left leg once more so that both of her feet were on the floor. The position she had been in previously was growing uncomfortable. “Why not get yourself something stronger?” She asked, hoping to change the subject. “Tea is hardly the thing one should drink at a bar.”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 23:23:41 GMT -5
Travis finished his cup of tea and placed it on the table. "I understand, I'm not exactly a socialite myself. The fact that I'm even talking to you in such a casual way is a rare occurance." He then gave another sigh and added, "I'm sorry, but I not a huge drinker. It poisons the mind, especially when I have to be on alert. The only time I'm willing to drink if its in celebration of something, but there isn't much to celebrate these days."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 23:29:57 GMT -5
Chey grinned. "Why not celebrate ditching that wonderful Malcolm of yours?" She called over the bartender and quickly ordered two more ales. "Come on, drink one for me. You need to lighten up."
No, you need to stop drinking and get back to Bastest. He doesn't need to do anything, other than leave you alone.
Chey pushed away the thought and downed the rest of her second ale.
Mmm. Maybe getting drunk wouldn't be so bad...
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 23, 2010 23:42:23 GMT -5
Travis was under pressure. He didn't want to comsume any alcohol. But Chey found excuse for him to drink. While it wasn't a grand excuse, he figured that maybe he loosen up the edge. That he could have a break once in a while. He's already talking with a fine woman, something he hasn't done in a long time. At the end, the woodsman could only give in.
"Fine, I'll have a glass for you." He grabbed the glass of ale, raised it slightly in the air, and proclaimed, "To Chey, for being a good friend and for not dealing with Malcolm." He then gave a smile and chugged the bitter liquid down his throat.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 23, 2010 23:50:11 GMT -5
Chey took up her own glass- her third, if one was counting (she sure wasn't anymore)- and raised it with the ranger's. "To Travis, for keeping me entertained and for forgetting about that wonderful bartender." And she swallowed hers, as well.
If she had been sober, she might have realized Travis had called her his friend. If she had been sober, she would have reacted in a completely different way. If she had been sober, she would have wondered why she had allowed herself to begin a relationship with a human.
This is why I told you to get out of here.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 24, 2010 0:04:22 GMT -5
Wait, did he call her a good friend? It was strange for the ranger to say that for he was a loner. Yet, it felt good and it felt right. Furthermore, she seemed to enjoy being with him. He downed his first glass. Despite the bitter taste of the alcohol, he was starting to feel relaxed but he wasn't drunk yet.
"Think I should down another drink?" asked Travis.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 24, 2010 0:16:46 GMT -5
"Definitely!" Chey blurted, the ale talking for her. "Oh, an' get me one, too." Oh, dear, this was turning out bad. Her she was, the chief of the werecats, getting drunk in a human bar.
Weeee.
"Spirits, I haven't felt this good 'n forever." She commented, giggling. "Last time I 'ad this much fun was...hm...last year, at my 'irthday celebration, I believe..."
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 24, 2010 0:29:05 GMT -5
Travis ordered two more drinks, giving Chey one glass while he kept the other. He processed to swiftly drink the liquid. By now, he gotten use to the bitter taste and started to feel a lightheaded. It was nice to have a friendly Chey. Though, it did bug him that she would say "spirits." Not because he was an overly religious man, but not many people worship more than one diety. Must of been the slip of the tongue, so he ignored it.
"You're birthday, huh. Must of been a blast. It's been a long time since I felt good...too long ago."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 24, 2010 0:40:55 GMT -5
Chey swallowed a good bit of her drink. "Same. Bu' this is quite fun, right? Good lookin' man, lots of beer...ah, I'm likin' this situation."
No, your drunk side is liking this situation. Your sober side would be slapping you upside your idiot face.
She felt warm all over, and strangely euphoric. It was a welcomed feeling, and she couldn't help but laugh a little more. "Oh, this is great!" She ordered another ale and drummed her fingers on the table as she waited. "
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 24, 2010 0:57:26 GMT -5
Travis merely smiled. Things were certainly getting fun. He ordered another drink and processed to gulp it down. The alcohol was started to take over and the woodsman allowed his thoughts to flow over.
"I've never been so loose before...like it's like a great relief for me. I wish I meant you earlier."
It seemed his attachment to the woman was ever growing.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 24, 2010 2:04:39 GMT -5
Chey drained the next glass that was put in front of her, letting the liquid warm her insides even more. Mmf. How many was that? Five or six...maybe...? Glug, glug, woohoo. "Ahhh. I agree. It's weird...I 'eet you an' I 'ave this much fun all in one 'ight...you make me feel goo'..." She started giggling again, her smile lighting up the dingy tavern.
Was it just her, or was Travis looking better by the minute...?
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