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Subject: Mary Ann Author: Lyla [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10/19/09 6:02:12pm In reply to: Ronon 's message, "..::Troubadour::.." on 10/19/09 5:49:21pm She purred at his invitation to show what she’d tried. It was an interesting comment but not one that had distracted her from his first carefully chosen words. He probably found the whole Wiccan thing to be abnormal. Many people did. But Lyla wasn’t the pointy black hat wearing kind of a girl. She pushed any of his uncertainties away from her focus. Most of the things she had tried had only led to a nasty concoction of beverages she’d muscled down but puked back up later. Maybe she shouldn’t show him that. Or even tell him…no point in making herself appear any crazier. She took his face in. She was attracted to the rough stubble on his face and wanted to reach out and touch the consistency of his smooth skin with his rough beard. But she kept her hands in her lap politely. She had just moved to a city and was finding friends in every location she tried. It was a nice change of pace to be among people that were shifters. She glanced back to the crowded room and found an actual waitress bustling by. She indicated her drink preferences and laid, ever so subtly, her hand on Ronon’s leg. “And he’ll have a jack and coke.” She gave a bright--but insincere-- smile to the waitress and turned back to Ronon. She moved her small hand back to her own lap. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ..::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