The front door opens - and in jogs Todd, wiping sweat off his brow. Dressed in a yellow-with-blue-letters t-shirt proclaiming his (former) membership on the Santo Donato High School Track & Field team - not to mention those very tight, strangely revealing satin-like shorts of the '70s (blue with gold trim), white athletic socks that climb all the
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Actually he's not saying anything: he's leering from across the bar. And not doing his job.*
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Sport. How's tricksssss?
*He hisses out the 's' because he's in that sort of mood.*
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"Hey, Last-One-Picked-In-Gym-Class," Todd grins. "I hate when this happens to me."
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"What're you laughing at, Sure Shot?" Hey, she got a nickname! And she's a girl! Good sign Bad sign I'm sure it means nothing.
[OOC: Are you on AIM :doesn't seeeeee you:]
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"You're right out of some 70's TV show or movie, golden boy." Nicknames abound! Sure Shot makes her grin.
(OOC: I am there. Really. Watch how I send you message.)
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"Welly welly well," he says softly. "If it isn't Milo himself."
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Greetings, Todd...do the clothes suit me?
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Yes, I did...[glances down and laughs] It's just so different from my dresses, I had no idea...
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