<font color=silver>Takes a drink to his question, her only answer. With that she rises on wobbly knees, gripping the bar tightly 'fore she takes an experimental step t'wards the door.. The world spins slightly 'fore she gains her bearings, moving t'wards the door steadily, glancing back, "C'mon.." Halts at the door, waiting for him to catch up. She'd stopped the game jus' in time, in time quick enough so that she wouldn't have to explain 'bout how hard her home life was, and how much it stung to be slapped around and yelled at, but no, she'd never told a soul.</font> -- Realistic Dreams: The Present : The Night Club

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Date Posted: 09:00:13 08/03/02 Sat
Author: Erica
Subject: Takes a drink to his question, her only answer. With that she rises on wobbly knees, gripping the bar tightly 'fore she takes an experimental step t'wards the door.. The world spins slightly 'fore she gains her bearings, moving t'wards the door steadily, glancing back, "C'mon.." Halts at the door, waiting for him to catch up. She'd stopped the game jus' in time, in time quick enough so that she wouldn't have to explain 'bout how hard her home life was, and how much it stung to be slapped around and yelled at, but no, she'd never told a soul.
In reply to: Erica 's message, "Owen Up^^^" on 01:35:04 08/03/02 Sat

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| Having no clue why the 'game' had ended, he gave a puzzled glance to the bouncer who was watching as Erica stumbled to the door. Slamming down bills on the counter, Owen proceeded to follow Erica. He was a little more stable then she was, having drank less - though, He was feeling a little more then light-headed. Standing behind her, he held out his arm - "Need some help there? I'll be a 'gentleman', for once... I wish Ma were here to see this..." After they had offically exited the building, Owen stopped her, and whirled her round' to face him... Letting her know, he hadn't just not seen what had happened, "What was that all about in there? - You just cutting the game short...|?"| (NT) -- Owen, 09:06:04 08/03/02 Sat

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