WHO: Geddoe
trueltning_fury and Xena
atoningforsinWHERE: some bar that allows swords
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: not likely
SUMMARY: leather-clad swordfighters NEED A DRINK! A friendship may be had. Along with booze.
FORMAT: para I say
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time to blow a week's stipend on alcohol )
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Especially a handsome acquaintance with a penchant for leather armor and swords. They'd have quite a bit to talk about, at least.
When she noticed the leather-clad man approaching, she pushed off the wall where she'd been leaning and waved.
"Hello, Geddoe. Nice to meet you in person."
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He nodded once as he came up to her. "Xena. I see we may have more in common than I expected." He stood by with his arms loose and relaxed at his sides, in the swordsman's nonverbal gesture of truce and trust. "Well. Lead the way, then. The beer had better be good."
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Her posture was the same, relaxed and easy. She extended a hand to clasp his forearm in a typical warrior's greeting.
"That's what caught my eye about your post, actually. The beer's good, cheap, and the bartenders are used to me carrying a sword around, so they don't give me any trouble."
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