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"You were flirting, Joanne, admit it."
"I was not flirting, Mark. You of all people should know that much."
Joanne and Mark come into the bar, cheerily arguing with each other.
"Honey, I know this act..."
"Don't even -start- that one with me, Mark. I'm not dancing through the bar at the end of the universe while you try and convince me that I was flirting."
"Well, you have to admit that she was hot."
"... I'm taking the fifth."
They take a seat at a table, ordering some sodas from a wait rat, and Mark opens a large bag of wierd shit while they keep arguing.
[ooc: Mark's bag of Strange Shit is basically the contents of his junk drawers. If it could concievably be in a junk drawer in 1999, it is probably there. Have at?]
"I was not flirting, Mark. You of all people should know that much."
Joanne and Mark come into the bar, cheerily arguing with each other.
"Honey, I know this act..."
"Don't even -start- that one with me, Mark. I'm not dancing through the bar at the end of the universe while you try and convince me that I was flirting."
"Well, you have to admit that she was hot."
"... I'm taking the fifth."
They take a seat at a table, ordering some sodas from a wait rat, and Mark opens a large bag of wierd shit while they keep arguing.
[ooc: Mark's bag of Strange Shit is basically the contents of his junk drawers. If it could concievably be in a junk drawer in 1999, it is probably there. Have at?]