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Post by jeflint on Jul 20, 2008 6:50:13 GMT -5
"Your statement isn't completely clear, Nickolas" Sasha says to Nick while staring at the old man. "Freedom of speech is a fine tool for everyone to use in their own defense... unless you're different from everyone else," Sasha thinks bitterly.
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Post by dakota on Jul 20, 2008 22:22:27 GMT -5
Nick shrugged as he returned behind the bar. " You'd think it would be someone more offical that would come trying to keep mutants out, wouldn't you? I mean most of the city has had a hate on for them since the mayor got killed."
The older man blew Sasha off with a wave and he sipped his drink. " Jimmy, get back here and throw some darts before she tosses you out on your ear, you old coot." Called Jimmy's usual drinking partner.
picking up his drink, Jimmy took the hint and escaped Saha's wrath
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Post by jeflint on Jul 21, 2008 2:11:27 GMT -5
"An offical statement from the powers that be would be to far sighted," Sasha says watching Jimmy make his retreat. "You can't punish everyone for the actions of one. Nor can you judge the actions of one against those of the many who were unaware of the action." She looks around the room not glancing at the patrons.
"But as I said, as long as they're are no trouble makers Money is the only color I care about," she says with a note of finality to it. "We should see about getting local musicians in here from time to time," she says changing the topic.
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Post by dakota on Jul 21, 2008 12:48:54 GMT -5
Nick poured a couple draughts and headed towards dartboards. He grinned as he passed, " sounds good, as long as it's not that horrible stuff you listen to, boss."
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Post by jeflint on Jul 21, 2008 13:55:59 GMT -5
Sasha arches an eyebrow. "I only have one response to that, Nicholas," she says sternly with a serious expression upon her face. She stands up and grabs a spoon from the counter and holds it to her mouth. "Dont stop believin! Hold on to the feelin! Streetlight people!"
She puts the spoon down does a quick bow and sits back down. "Thank you, I'm here all week. Throw money if you like, just don't throw quarters they hurt."
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Post by dakota on Jul 22, 2008 0:21:38 GMT -5
" I'd only throw money to get you to stop." another of the regulars deadpanned.
Nick joined in, " I would, but that was horrible and you don't pay me enough to through it around." He laughed.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 22, 2008 4:17:37 GMT -5
Sasha snorts and tosses her head to make her hair float behind her. "Hmph. With that attitude, I'll never install a Keroke machine in the bar," she replies. "And just think how many times we'll miss people singing Purple Rain or one of the new pop songs everyone is always humming."
She crosses her arms and leans against the bar. "We're just a local bar, so we should have local music, right?"
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Post by dakota on Jul 23, 2008 7:42:54 GMT -5
" I'd sooner have a juke box playing classic rock." Nick shrugged as a couple came into the bar and took a table. Nick sputtered under his breath as he passed Sasha," Why is it new customers always sit so far from the bar?"
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Post by jeflint on Jul 23, 2008 18:33:36 GMT -5
"A Juke box?" Sasha asks with a mildly amused tone. "You realize it would just be an iPod attached to the PA speakers or something right, Nick?" As he passes by she grins. "Because they want to see you work for your tips, Nicholas."
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Post by dakota on Jul 25, 2008 4:23:37 GMT -5
Nick just glared back as he went to take the new arrivals' orders, only to return scowling, " What tips? You mean like this old codger's ( motioning to another regular) telling me don't eat yellow snow?"
" Well it's good advice, ain't it?" The old man said, watching the television over the bar. " Them freaks sure know how to grab headlines, don't they?" The news is still on the day's top story involving a government agency of metas and a super villian down on the waterfront.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 25, 2008 5:14:07 GMT -5
"Not everyone is rich," Sasha responds glancing at the old man. "Stuff like this doesn't happen every day, sir."
Sasha frowns shaking her head. "Why can't they just leave this sort of thing for the cops?" she thinks to herself.
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Post by dakota on Jul 25, 2008 20:29:24 GMT -5
" Because they think they're better than the rest of us is why." The old man, the name Gerry ringing a bell, said as he took another drink. Nick happened to look up just at the right time, and freeze, if only for a second, but long enough for Sasha to catch. He whispered so only she could here. " You aren't gonna beleive this, but I think that guy that just came in is one of the people they just showed on television."
He continued on getting their drinks, and on his way back, he nodded slightly to confirm it.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 26, 2008 16:03:34 GMT -5
Sasha frowns and while softly next to Nick speaks for only him to hear. "Tell that man to see me in my office and keep it quiet, if he is and he's here... shit and fan will probably meet shortly."
Sasha turns and refilling her drink walks back into her office closing the door slightly and taking a seat by a window and glancing out of it. She lights a cigarette and takes a light puff on it. "My healing ability keeps cancer at bay, and death from claiming my body... to bad it's of little use to others," she muses.
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Post by dakota on Jul 27, 2008 5:21:39 GMT -5
After a moment, a knock came on the door, and the man from the bar asked with an eastern european accent," Youe tender said you wanted to see me?" He asked, puzzled. Behind him stood his companion.
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Post by jeflint on Jul 27, 2008 5:58:14 GMT -5
Sasha motioned to the couch in her office. "Yes, please have a seat. Drink? Cigarette? Cigar?" she asked pleasantly. When her two guests are settled in she smiles and takes a light pull on her smoking cigarette.
"Where are you from?" Sasha asks with an arched eyebrow. "There's a good chance I know your language and we can converse that way. I'll only know when you speak your particular dialect for the area" She smiles prettily and rearranges herself to appear more comfortable. "I have a degree as a translator."
"The reason I asked you into my office is because my bartender is positive you are a person of interest, a recent celebrity." She puts the cigarette down and folds her fingers prettily. "Your meal will be on the house, and if you like we can bring it to you whenever you're ready." She pauses hoping that the gentleman will catch on. "Are you one of the men from the recent news reels plastered upon the television?"
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