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Who: Church and Red and [Open}
Where: Lorne's bar.
What: Church shamelessly flirted on the journals. Now he's going to meet his booty call.
When: Evening, February 16th.
Status: Complete.
Church snapped shut the cover to Tex's laptop, and was setting it on the kitchen counter. He'd stolen it, and had figured out the online journals, and had successfully flirted with a woman on them. At least he thought she was a woman. Hoped.
Anyway. The Spartan was grabbing another one of York's coats and heading out of the mansion. He'd make short work of the walk down to the bar he'd been at two nights previous, glancing at the shops and other buildings as he moved down the street. He'd snagged a pair of sunglasses and was wearing them (in the dark) as he pushed the door to the bar open, and was turning his head to scan the tables first, before looking to the bar. Looking for the woman in red.
Red. What a wonderful color.
Where: Lorne's bar.
What: Church shamelessly flirted on the journals. Now he's going to meet his booty call.
When: Evening, February 16th.
Status: Complete.
Church snapped shut the cover to Tex's laptop, and was setting it on the kitchen counter. He'd stolen it, and had figured out the online journals, and had successfully flirted with a woman on them. At least he thought she was a woman. Hoped.
Anyway. The Spartan was grabbing another one of York's coats and heading out of the mansion. He'd make short work of the walk down to the bar he'd been at two nights previous, glancing at the shops and other buildings as he moved down the street. He'd snagged a pair of sunglasses and was wearing them (in the dark) as he pushed the door to the bar open, and was turning his head to scan the tables first, before looking to the bar. Looking for the woman in red.
Red. What a wonderful color.