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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:43:04 GMT -5
She almost smiled, and then he finished it. She frowned and took another drink. She was over it.
"There are many straight boys at school."
She made a face and finished off her drink.
"It does not help."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:46:36 GMT -5
"Apparently guys like Bi chicks."
He shrugged. Not that it helped.
"Tell them your Bi, date 'em, then deny a three way."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:47:48 GMT -5
She snorted, again, rather unladylike.
"Okay."
/Sarcasm.
She paid for another drink.
"And you should make friends with guys. Then attack."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:49:34 GMT -5
"Attack?"
He mused on it for a second. End of the drink. Time for another.
"I think I'm a little small to be attacking."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:50:17 GMT -5
She waved it off, leaning forward on the bar again.
"No boyfriend?"
She might as well ask.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:51:31 GMT -5
He payed for his next drink, immediately downing about a fourth of it.
"None whatsoever."
. . .
"Right now."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:52:42 GMT -5
She smirked a bit. She'd get to her drink in a second, when she felt like sitting back up.
"Maybe boyfriend?"
Prospective perhaps?
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:55:46 GMT -5
"Maybe. I don't know."
He pursed his lips, tapping the side of his glass with his fingertips. Maybe? How could there be a maybe? The only maybe there could be was some tweaker he'd talked to a few times. And that proved how messed up Keahi was. Because Brin wasn't exactly a prize.
"He's cute. But probably not really interested."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 22:57:59 GMT -5
She shrugged a bit, still too lazy to sit up. She was starting to get comfortably buzzed.
"Why? You are cute. Maybe too short for me. But I am too tall."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 22:59:38 GMT -5
Keahi was sure, already, that he would have to concentrate to stand without wobbling. Cool. That always proved to be fun.
"Because he's weird?"
Hm.
"I'm weird? I don't know. I haven't really talked to him too much anyways."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 23:01:06 GMT -5
She shrugged again, finally taking a drink of her newest drink. She hoped no one was keeping an eye on her tonight. She wanted to drink. And this time she wasn't alone so they could go screw. Okay, not completely alone.
"Being on the Quidditch team is not good for boys. They are all very cute. None think of me."
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 23:03:07 GMT -5
"They are cute."
Keahi sighed, propping himself up on the bar with his elbow. Drink an inch or so away from his lips.
"What about Byrne? He's always thinking of girls."
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 23:04:15 GMT -5
She shrugged, taking another drink.
"Maybe not me. He has never say."
Her english was starting to slip but she didn't really notice. Or care.
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Post by Keahi Andou on Mar 15, 2009 23:07:26 GMT -5
"Probably because you're on the team."
He shook his head. Douglas Byrne. Notorious whore.
He didn't really notice the english either. He may or may not have had more of a Hawaiian accent. Who knew.
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Post by Birdy Babineaux on Mar 15, 2009 23:08:07 GMT -5
She made a face, knowing that wasn't what it was.
"Even when I try they don't think."
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