OOM: Upstairs.

Nov 08, 2009 02:29

And here she'd thought the night wasn't going to be interesting ( Read more... )

theodore bagwell, oom

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plays_nice November 8 2009, 07:48:25 UTC
His eyes roam about the room (at some point a person gets used to sizing up a room -- or more specifically, how to get out of one -- before doing anything else), although they're quick to return to her. Or rather, her figure.

"Looks like you've set up pretty nice around here," he remarks, steps a little slower than before.

"How's the liquor tastin'?"

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weplayparts November 8 2009, 07:51:42 UTC
Knowing your exits. It's important to figure out, and there's no point in hiding that hers is easily accessable.

"Bar treats me well," she says.

Another sip from the bottle, and then she moves over to him, holding it out to the side.

"Saw that blade downstairs," she murmurs, tilting her head. "That blood yours, or someone else's?"

She has a feeling she already knows the answer to that question.

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plays_nice November 8 2009, 08:02:30 UTC
"Don't know who wouldn't."

He rocks very slightly forward on his feet, tilting his head the other way.

"Let's just say someone's started the walk off this mortal coil."

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weplayparts November 8 2009, 08:05:49 UTC
She laughs, a kind of breathless sound that carries something a little more sinister in it.

Her hand dangles the bottle in front of him.

"No need to ask the reason for it," she assumes. Her mind's putting two-and-two together.

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