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Subject: *its confusing...weird.* Author: Lyla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/ 9/09 9:33:26pm In reply to: Ronon Dex 's message, "..::Troubadour::.." on 10/ 1/09 10:46:38pm She couldn’t smother the growing feeling in her gut. It was asking her to stand up and walk towards the newest patron of the night’s alcoholic bliss. She stood and let her jeans wrinkle back down over her brown heels. Her brown top was layered with the transparent fabric that made her thin silhouette easy to see. It was a gorgeous top to be wasting on a small town bar. But whatever. Her makeup was done but her long blonde hair had been piled up and pinned on her head. She seemed unbothered by the few escape coils that framed her face. She moved past the other empty barstools before reaching the end of the counter. Perhaps it was the glass of bourbon that was giving her this confidence…this urge to be bad. She swiped the discarded pad of order paper and pen that had been left by one of the waitresses. Her heels clicked as she tucked it to her body just to avoid the eyes of the bartender that might have protested. She moved to Ronon’s table with confidence and ease. She assumed the pose of phony waitress. Her pen hovered over the pad and she plastered that juicy lipped smile to her face. “what can I getcha?” Surely he’d never suspect anything was amiss. And if he did? Fine. It was an excuse to talk to him. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ..::Troubadour::.. Ronon Dex 10/11/09 8:59:03pm Great White Sharkes -- Lyla, 10/12/09 3:03:03pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 3:45:31pm what does that mean? -- Lyla, 10/12/09 8:55:14pm ..::Troubadour = Poet::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 9:57:04pm thats for saving me a google trip. -- Lyla, 10/12/09 10:06:05pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon Dex, 10/12/09 10:37:20pm .:.Life Lemons.:. -- Lyla, 10/13/09 6:10:32am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/13/09 7:15:48pm _-Its a challenging kind of day-_ -- Lyla, 10/14/09 7:39:43am ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/14/09 10:40:04pm Landing on my Feet -- Lyla, 10/18/09 6:15:22pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 5:49:21pm Mary Ann -- Lyla, 10/19/09 6:02:12pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/19/09 7:44:37pm ..running wild.. -- Lyla, 10/20/09 12:34:58pm ..::Troubadour::.. -- Ronon, 10/20/09 6:44:27pm my chops were busted -- Lyle, 10/20/09 8:11:40pm