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Subject: Great White Sharkes Author: Lyla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/12/09 3:03:03pm In reply to: Ronon Dex 's message, "..::Troubadour::.." on 10/11/09 8:59:03pm Her smile broadened at his invitation and his ease of sniffing out the preverbal rat. Not that she was a rat. Well, she could be if she really wanted to be. But who wanted to be a rat? She jotted a swift note on the pad as if working, winked, and twirled around. A brisk walk brought her back to the bar were she perched carefully on a bar stool. Her back was to him to hide that devilishly large smile he had pressed into her lips. He was far more interesting than any of the other bar occupants tonight. Cascade City was definitely her cup of tea. A few minutes passed before the strawberry blonde could get back over to the table. She walked up with confidence before setting his jack and coke to the table. She slid the paper napkin underneath his glass before seating herself across from him. Her delicately spun fingers lifting the bellini martini to her lips. You couldn’t go wrong with vodka, Dekuyper Puker Peach, and a dash of champagne. Even if it was a girlie type of drink, Lyla enjoyed it thoroughly with each sip. She tossed the abandoned ordering pad to the table with a smirk. Her thin and delicate handwriting simply stated, “great smile.” Underlined twice. She took one more sip from her drinks before speaking. “My outfit gave me away, huh? I’m lyla. And I’m bored.” It was a statement she had used several times since moving to the city. But that’s just because she didn’t have friends yet. She knew he’d give his name and they’re surely find things they had in common. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ..::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