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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 22:04:46 GMT -5
"Short cut," he explained with a short nod. "Trying to get to the subway so I can get home at some point. Figured this was a good a way as any." The comment about him caused L to laugh out loud. He'd like people to believe he was that simplistic. Booze and women, makes the world go round.
"No, I'm just hanging around tonight. Can't go out /every/ night, it's not healthy. Something about kidney failure and all that jazz."
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 22:14:27 GMT -5
"Of course," she replied in a mock lofty tone. "But who really needs kidneys, so long as the booze is good?" She laughed a little.
"Ah, a shortcut. I wish I'd thought of that last time I got caught here. Hm..." She suddenly looked at him, the way she might a long lost friend. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar, like I've seen you before.."
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 22:27:39 GMT -5
"Just about," he agreed in equal measure. "Alcohol poisioning? What?" Not that he had to worry about that.
He prayed to god she wasn't some girl whose house he'd snuck out of before. but he had a good enough memory to remember who those women were. "Well, like I said I livedown town. You know king, where all those shitty apartments are? That's me. So if you are in those parts a lot you'd probably have seen me before."
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 22:47:01 GMT -5
"Hm, maybe. But it feels like I've met you before, or something, almost like I've seen you on TV, or in a movie... you an actor?" With those looks, he most certainly could be, but who knew?
"You live in a shitty apartment? Somehow I pictured you in a really nice house, all nice and clean, with lots and lots of.. books." She just pulled that outta her ass, but it sounded good.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 23:00:09 GMT -5
Ahhh shit. That. Big Brother. No one had recognized him in so long he'd almost forgotten. "You know, I get that a lot but no. I'm an art dealer, as fruity as it seems." Hey, he liked art and bought a shit load of it. It's what he told most people anyways. Believable to anyone who'd seen the inside of his apartment. Which was, well next to no one.
"And /my/ apartment isn't shitty.The building is. You should come see it some time. It's not as bad as it looks on the outside." Ha, what a line. No one went in there. Coffin was off-putting, just a tad.
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Post by Emm. on Nov 11, 2007 23:08:52 GMT -5
"Was that just a casual statement, or an invitation?" She'd be fine with either one. Odds are she wasn't going home at all tonight, might as well make it fun.
"Art dealer? Somehow you look like an actor or something.. or was it reality TV? Meh, I don't really care one way or another. You're here now, who cares where I've seen you before." That just seemed to be her opinion on lots of things.
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Post by Lindsey on Nov 11, 2007 23:25:18 GMT -5
"Whatever you took it to be." he reponded wryly, , leaning up against the cememnt wall behind him. He really was simply talking. "It's being painted now, so I can't even go home tonight though." A little clarity there, found in a lie.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I've never been on tv. Maybe you are thinking of someone else." Yup, definately thinking of someone else.
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