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Date Posted: Mon, Jun 13 2005, 7:13pm PDT
Author: Lysia
Subject: She cocked a brow at him curiously as he looked back to her before she leaned back, one elbow resting on the edge of the bar. "so you just come here to sit by yourself and drink?" She questioned curiously, she hardly believed that he didn't come here for the purpose of finding a girl to go home with. She scanned the crowd, absently picking out potentials for him with a slightly bitter twinge in her mind and chest. Her hand that wasn't supporting her shifted to brush back the stray hair again, the curls could be a little unruley at times, thick black spirals moving in her eyes and across her delicate jaw.
In reply to: Lysia 's message, "Moving on over here now." on Mon, Jun 13 2005, 7:05pm PDT


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  • "I come here to sit, and drink, yeah. That's pretty much it." He stated with a slight shrug and an almost sheepish smirk. He didn't really know how else to explain it. That was the truth. If he couldn't identify with other people, every once in a while he just needed to be surrounded by them in a situation that had nothing to do with his job. So it may not make sense to her, but he wasn't too sure how to explain it to make sense. His eyes - deep in their blue tone, but the grey flecks added a cool, dark edge - lingered over her even as her gaze drifted, as if he was trying desperately to figure out why he wanted so much right now for this girl not to walk away. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 13 2005, 7:24pm PDT
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