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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 17:11:21 GMT -5
Laramie eyed the sundae with apprehension, then glanced at the bartender and realized he was still at least two orders away from getting to her order, and decided she really could use a sundae.
She gave Vincentes a small half smile and sat down at his table, ignoring the annoyed groan that came from Francis as she did so.
"Thanks," she said softly, taking a bite out of the dessert.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 18:04:09 GMT -5
"No problem. Anything for a kind girl like yourself." Although in reality Vince was practically broke. Still, couldn't let her know that. But this girl was definitely... interesting, not reacting at all similar to the others he'd been flirtatious with around here. The boy continued to sit back, relaxed, with the same carefree smirk on his face. Seemed the old elf over there was starting to react.
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 20:28:37 GMT -5
Laramie's eyes clouded over for a moment and her expression grew thoughtful. "I'm not sure if I'm a kind girl." She replied softly, thinking back over the past few hours and what had happened at the bandit hideout in the mine.
"But still, thanks for the ice-cream, it was really quite nice. But I should probably get going before my brother gets too annoyed." She said, indicating the Elf a little ways behind her, he had rapidly finished his salad and was making ready to head back upstairs.
She rolled her eyes, without even thinking she'd thrown in a tidbit about their new cover story. But it was fast becoming habit to lie about who she was.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 14, 2011 20:41:33 GMT -5
'Well I can expect my ass to get kicked later.'
That was one of the thoughts that went through Vince's' mind after the girl had walked off. The two were siblings huh? They sure didn't seem it, but he supposed it was possible. He gave one last glance back at the old man, who still seemed only slightly miffed. Ah well. The boy ordered one last thing for the day, a drink. Once he was done with that, he'd probably go out for a walk or something.
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Post by Steinerman on May 14, 2011 23:55:15 GMT -5
Laramie stood to leave, noticing the impatient look from Francis as she did so. But something compelled her to stay, something about Vincentes was oddly . . . normal.
She wanted to laugh at that term, a boy with bright pink (or magenta, as he preferred) hair who hit on anything remotely female seemed normal to her? She thought back to the few people she'd met over the past day and nodded once. Yes, compared to the demon-badger or the cool-as-ice Elf mage, Vincentes was quite normal.
So she stood at the edge of the table, torn between spending a few more minutes pretending to be someone normal and going back up to learn more about her new and most definitely "Not" normal job.
Finally she turned back to Vincentes and said, "That comment about getting your butt handed too you wasn't a precursor to picking a fight with my brother, right? Please don't pick a fight with him, my brother isn't exactly the nicest guy." She pleaded, sure that if Francis got into a fight, he might not know when to quit.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 15, 2011 11:04:23 GMT -5
...Had he said that aloud? Vinny's' expression had shifted a little after the girl's' comment. "Eh-heheh. No, I don't go looking for trouble." Luckily, to break the awkward moment, Morrison had finally finished with the other customers. Approaching Laramie, he asked "And just what would you like to order miss?" Vince gave a sigh of relief. He could always count on Morrison, even if he was just doing his job.
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Post by Steinerman on May 15, 2011 13:22:53 GMT -5
Laramie was unsure what had just happened. He'd made that comment about getting beaten up and then she had replied . . . No, that wasn't right, she realized with a little awe. He hadn't said anything, had he?
She'd always known that besides her empathic abilities she had some small gift for telepathy, but she'd never been able to use it very well. And yet it seemed for just a moment it had kicked in and brought a thought of his so clearly into her mind that it sounded as though he had spoken it aloud.
She smiled awkwardly and nodded in response to Vincentes' answer, "Good, I would hate to see my brother hurt someone." She said with relief.
Noticing he had picked up on the fact that something was wrong, she decided it was now time to leave before he started asking embarrassing questions about how she'd heard something he hadn't said.
Fortunately, the bartender came forward at that point and asked what she'd like to order. "Uh . . ." She began, glancing up at the menu. "A number five and a number three, if you please." She responded politely. He nodded amiably and returned to the kitchen to cook it. She gave Vincentes an awkward wave and quickly got away from his table, grabbing a few packs of sweet-and-sour sauce before going to wait by the stairway for the food to arrive.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 16, 2011 10:56:27 GMT -5
Vincent ate what little was left of his meal and leaned back in his seat, waiting for his drink to arrive. Sadly, if it was one thing Morrison didn't do too well, it was the mixed drinks. Still, it was an aquired taste, Vin supposed. But just what was with the girl? She'd grown nervous and backed off all of a sudden. Maybe her brother was shooting some looks.
Soon enough, the drink slid down to Vince, who practically downed it in one gulp. That particular flavor still sent a couple shivers down his spine. Better than nothing though. Cheap, too. Afterward, Morrison went and delivered Laramie's' order. She was either ordering for two or she had quite the appitite.
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Post by Steinerman on May 17, 2011 14:48:56 GMT -5
Laramie solemnly took the food, gave Vincentes one last look that said she'd much rather be normal for a few minutes more (or at least, what passed for normal in some places), but then decided against it and went back upstairs to the room she shared with her new partners.
Meanwhile, Francis carefully deposited his empty salad plate in the dirty-dishes bin, placed his sunglasses back over his eyes and swiftly stalked over to Vincentes. "Kid, stay away from her." He stated simply, his voice cold.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 17, 2011 15:10:17 GMT -5
Aaannd here it was. And yet, for some reason, Vincentes almost felt like laughing. "Any reason why, stranger?" He replied with an innocent smile. Course, that reason was probably very clear already. Overprotective brothers were always the worst. Vincent quickly scanned the man over. Seemed all he had on him was a club, which would be easy enough to avoid should a fight break out.
Still, best to hope it didn't come to that. Morrison didn't deserve to have such a nice place get wrecked, afterall.
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Post by Steinerman on May 17, 2011 23:39:24 GMT -5
Francis smiled icily down at Vincentes, his eyes hidden behind the darkened sunglasses. "Because she's been through enough without having to deal with a hot-headed boy who just wants to get into her pants. Stay away from her, or we can take this outside."
He was genuinely interested in seeing how the boy would respond, he hoped to simply scare him away without a fight. Nosy potential suitors were not what he needed at the moment. They had a tendency to follow the objects of their affection around, and he couldn't have this boy following Laramie (Francis' new charge and partner) to Minervum or beyond.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 18, 2011 11:29:18 GMT -5
Now sitting up straight, Vince kept his innocent looks. "With all due respect, your sister is the one who came over to to me. Seems she's the one you should be trying to keep tabs on."
By now the entire room had been silent, the customers all looking the way of Vin and Francis in some way or another. The air was thick with awkwardness.
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Post by Steinerman on May 18, 2011 13:43:08 GMT -5
Francis shrugged, "I don't care who came over to who, just so long as you stay away from her." He responded icily. A moment later he spun away from the table and stalked towards the stairway, his long stride eating up ground.
The boy was good, he was inclined to admit. But Francis was reasonably sure he'd pulled off the "protective brother" routine well enough to keep suspicion from the other patrons to a minimum. And if not? Well, he and Bob would think of something, they always did.
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Post by Evil McBadGuy on May 18, 2011 14:48:42 GMT -5
After the old elf had walked off, Vin couldn't help but release a small sigh of relief. The other customers had slowly began to go back to whatever they were all doing before, as well. Vinny had gotten into fights with guys like him before, and they never turned out good. Least he managed to leave a decent impression a girl for once... what was her name?
And that's when Vincentes realized he hadn't even gotten the girl's' name yet(that or he'd easily forgotten, like he'd done with other gals). Thus, he had a new mission, although being stealthy with that old man upstairs would be tricky. Maybe he could scale the walls, or find a ladder or something. How to sneak about...
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Post by Steinerman on May 18, 2011 15:27:47 GMT -5
Francis made his way up to their room and opened the door to find Laramie curled up in the corner of a bed, finally sleeping. He shut the door as softly as he could for her sake, and silently made his way to the small second bed, partitioned off from the other bed by a small curtain.
There he found his partner and friend, Bob Rasven, lying on the second bed, wearing a pair of reading glasses and his nose deep in a book.
"What're you reading?" Francis questioned softly.
Without speaking, Bob lifted the small bedraggled paper-back to let Francis get a good view of the cover.
"'Pirates' Shore' again?" Francis asked with amusement. "You've read that book three times at least."
Bob shrugged his small shoulders, "it's a good book." His gruff voice responded. "Besides, my other one got all wet after that stupid thunderstorm. I need to pick up some more."
Francis nodded in agreement and sat on the bed, he then explained what had happened downstairs. Bob grunted a few times, but was otherwise silent for a bit.
"He sounds like trouble." The small creature finally said, after some thought. "But she seems to like him. So decapitating him is out."
Francis rolled his eyes, "No, really?" The Elf asked sarcastically of his comrade. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
Bob grunted in agreement, and then went back to his book.
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