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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:57 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:32 pm
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[Ray]
Ah...had she really said 'sorry' all that much? Likely; it was instinctive for her. But she also knew that the more often something was said, the less weight and meaning it carried. She was sorry that she had to inturrupt Ray's time with her friends to talk to her, yes, as she wished it could have been at a more idle time. But it was true she wasn't sorry about actually getting the opportunity to be able to talk to her.
The young lady was about to silently cheer in quiet celebration at having managed to accomplish her task. However, she then felt Ray's arm around her shoulder as she was guided back toward the group. Oh, s**t, s**t! They were headed straight for the pair she'd been avoiding! Clara considered digging in her heels for a moment, but didn't want to emphasize just how much she wanted to keep away from them.
"Um, Ray...? Are you...are we...?" She swallowed. "I, um...I'd love to join you, but I have to look for my date..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 12:50 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 11:43 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 12:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:51 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 6:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 07, 2014 6:39 pm
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 1:15 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 08, 2014 5:44 pm
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Soon after talking to Rosie, Vincent had patted Andre on the back and told him he was going back to the bar; he was starting to feel more queasy and sure, maybe it was against his better instincts to drink more when he had a slight case of motion sickness, but it calmed his nerves most of all. He didn't get to drink that often anyway, Andre had kept him away from alcohol for years when they'd first met.
Having sat down and just enjoyed watching the party, Vincent finally decided to make his way back to someone he knew. It didn't take Vincent too long to spot the grey haired woman, and when he did he walked over, patted a heavy hand on her shoulder, and grinned.
"I think I might be remembering somethin' about sharing war stories, huh?" he said, a drink in his free hand.
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