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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 22:01:54 GMT -5
"Com'on... Dan's pretty likeable" Miles smirked when she mentioned about not having a guy. "Just as long as you don't mention his little future flash things."
He winked at her and went to go for the eight ball himself, leaning right over the table to go for it. He pulled his hand back and shot. But the white ball just hit nothing again.
"Your sisters aren't better looking than you" he said, trying to make her feel better. "But they're probably smarter" he smirked again.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 22:07:46 GMT -5
"Dan's just a friend." Charlotte muttered. "And my parents only tolerate him because he's a phyicist." She added, watching him miss the eight ball. She sighed and leaned her head to one side, thinking on how she wanted to shoot.
She laughed when he mentioned how her sisters looked. "Remind me to show you a picture later then." She stated, rolling her eyes as she took her shot. It hit the eight ball, but the ball misses and went sailing to the opposite side of the board.
"And I'm sure they are smarter than me, but I'm better than them in ways they could never think." She continued. "For instance, I can kick someone's ass, where they're just afriad they might break a nail."
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 22:13:16 GMT -5
((who should we get to win this thing? should we bring in a mod/admin?))
"Always a good quality" he smirked when she said she could kick someone's ass. "Should've kicked Regina's ass then" he mentioned briefly, in regards to her crush on Dan.
He winced as she missed. It was a close call. He lined up his shot again and took it, she'd set it up quite nicely for him this time... if only he could make it in...
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 22:15:56 GMT -5
((I dunno, lol. Maybe we could get Leandra and Des to vote on who should win))
"Regina freaked me out. The only reason I didn't knock her off the side of the boat myself was the fact that she jumped off before I got the chance." Charlotte replied, brushing hair from her face as she continued to lean on her cue stick. She was watching closely now, worried that he would win this game....
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 22:48:54 GMT -5
The ball was hit too hard yet again, one of Miles' main failings. He wasn't a paitent man, and he didn't have it in him to wait until he was completely ready to take a shot. The eight ball went spinning and ended up whacking up against the other end of the table. The white cue ball landing close to the center of the table.
He hit his forehead with his palm. If she made this shot, he was screwed. He'd just have to find another willing sucker to get to the island with.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 22:52:17 GMT -5
Charlotte smirked and aimed, ready for her shot. She send it across the table, smiling broadly as it landed right in the corner pocket. She twirled on the spot, dancing slightly.
"You lose Miles." She stated. "Now you can never speak to me about that island again and I don't have to go back."
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 22:57:07 GMT -5
"Grifter" Miles murmered as she made the shot. He wasn't going to hear about her little family sob story now, he hardly cared. "I'm telling Dan not to trust you, you know?" He said, feeling like he was just shafted out of a thousand bucks. There were some things worth more than money. He tried to hide a deep frown.
He put his cue back away and grabbed his beer where he left it sitting for him, going back into the main bar area and putting his beer to his mouth as he went. Times like this he hated women like Charlotte. They think that 'Oh no! My family doesn't think I'm perfect! How horrible my life is!' but then they can go and beat a guy at eight ball and put him to open shame along with everything else they do perfectly in their life. Charlotte was the last person in the world he'd feel sorry for.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 23:01:37 GMT -5
"Dan won't believe you." She simply stated, replacing her cue stick as well. She followed Miles back to the main room for a moment, leaning against the bar.
"Don't worry. We can still have our little 'chats' if you'd like. Just not about the island any longer." She stated, almost gloatingly. Charlotte smirked at him again. "But right now, I've got to go and get some sleep. So I suppose I'll see you around Miley."
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 23:10:11 GMT -5
Miles snorted as she called him 'Miley'. Yeah, he had plenty of reasons to hang around Charlotte now, he thought sarcastically - listing them off in his brain. Razor sharp wit... check. Annoying habit of pissing him off... check. Liar... check. Yeah like he needed her company.
"Call me another pet name and I will hurt you" he muttered and ordered another beer. He was going to keep drinking here until he felt better about losing to a woman like her. "See you around, anthropologist." He said with a sneer and started to down his new beer that had been set in front of him.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Jun 21, 2008 23:11:54 GMT -5
"Whatever you say Miley." Charlotte stated, loving that she was pissing him off even more. She really did need to leave, go back to the hotel, and get some sleep.
"Miley, Miley, Miley." She sang as she left the bar, knowing he could hear her. She smirked to herself and went to go call a cab.
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Post by naomi on Jun 21, 2008 23:16:48 GMT -5
That woman was like an itch he couldn't scratch. Good thing he didn't carry a gun around on him, he wasn't sure he'd be able to contain himself. He heard her sing out to him and hit his head against the bar.
How much worse could this night get? Just a few more beers and he was going to go and see No Name. If he ever needed a break, tonight was the night.
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