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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:16 pm
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The man leered again as Alex walked off and wrapped his arm around Yuko’s shoulder to lift her out of the booth. He staggered a little in surprise because she weighted more than he had thought and propped her up beside him to get his baring. Her chest had flattened considerably as they had talked and now she opened blurry icy blue eyes a crack to glance at the man.
“I’m sleepin damn it.” She mumbled though a stiff mouth and pushed down on his shoulder that her hand was over. He went down, but his knees didn’t buckle, instead, his knee cracked, the upper bone sticking out the back of his legs. He screamed released her and collapsed. She, on the other hand, staggered into the booth, falling onto her butt, and whipped her hand across her mouth to remove drool, her eyes skimming the bar before falling shut and she fell backwards, asleep again.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 4:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:36 pm
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The man had fainted, and the sound of the door closing woke Yuko up. Her head snapped up, and she blinked around, yawning loudly and covering her mouth with a half scarred hand. Her eyes flickered to it, and she swore colorfully, her skin tint darkening in a rapid tan that any normal person could only get from spending large amounts of time in the sun. Her hair shorted to a shaggy brown and she became a he with bright green eyes, baggy black pants and sandals. A thick tail popped out of his backside as he stood and stumbled to the bar, still drowsy, and matching white ears rose out of his hair. He eyed the bartender suspiciously. “I’ll have anything but what you just gave me.” He said, watching him closely for anything funny. He didn’t know what had happened, but one second he was wide awake and another he had been passed out in a booth, the Moogle he had been taking to gone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 5:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 5:07 pm
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