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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/17/2017 3:04:51 AM
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[i]"Well you don't need a test to enter, per se, as much as you need one to fight people."
Jacqui didn't extend her hand in response, rather she opted for a polite bow to Emma, as was customary in her homeland. [/i]
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[i]Emma listens closely and nods.[/i] "Yeah? I was born in east Ontario. I went to the Frontier with the IMC because I wanted to see the new world, but...that kind of fell apart. I need something to drink."
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[i]"What do you mean by 'Fell apart'?" Treyman asked, genuine interest arising in the voice of the soldier as he slid the vodka bottle towards Emma, and ordered another for himself via a passing barista. [/i]
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[i]Emma gulps down most of the remaining bottle before answering.[/i] "IMC turned out to be really sh*tty and f*cked up so I joined the militia that fights against them. That's the extremely short version of the story. Ask me about the full story when I've either had more to drink or during my workout."
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[i]"How -blam!-ed up?" [/i]
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"Pretty f*cked up, but probably not the most f*cked up thing ever. It's just personal, you know? Can we move on to something more fun?"
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[i]"Sure, sounds good. How old are you?" [/i]
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"Don't you know not to ask a lady her age?" [i]She jokes and chuckles a bit.[/i] "I'm twenty seven. You?"
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[i]Treyman: "Exact same, damn." [/i] [spoiler]By the way, none of this is on-the-spot shit for Treyman. These two are freakishly similar lmfao. [/spoiler]
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[i]Em shrugs and raises her bottle.[/i] "To our dying youth." [i]She laughs before finishing the bottle.[/i]
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[i]"Aye, and to drinking in general," Treyman merrily said, as he grabbed a vodka from a waitress and took a swig. JT: "So what kind of shit do you do in your free time?" [/i]
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"Free time? I'm decent with a yo-yo, I guess. I don't normally have free time that's not taken up by going to the bar and drinking with other pilots and military personnel."
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[i]JT: "Raging alcoholism for the win." Treyman: "If you had half as many chromosomes as you did bottles of whiskey, then maybe you could tell me what two plus two is." JT: "...You say to a theoretical surgeon." Jacqui: "What is theoretical surgery?" JT: "The title on my theoretical degree." Treyman:" Smartass. Anyways, you spend a lot of time drinking, Emma?" [/i]
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[i]She shrugs and gets a new bottle from a passing worker before taking a sip.[/i] "At least once a week I wake up in someone else's bed with little memory of how or why. Does that answer your question?"
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[i]Treyman: "Yeah." JT: "Sound familiar, Jackery?" Treyman: "Dude what the -blam!-? Is Jackery a name?" JT: "-blam!- if I know." [/i]
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[i]Emma laughs a bit at their back and forth while gulping down more vodka than she probably should.[/i] "Jackery? Sounds like a stupid name."
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[i]JT: "Yeah, but so is Jack here." Treyman: "Your first name is specimen JT890M, hypocrite." JT: "I prefer the term 'Sparklecünt." Treyman: "There's probably a joke there but I'll leave it be." [/i]
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"Sparklecünt?" [i]She laughs and takes another swig.[/i] "Where the hell is that from? Did your mother call you that?...Are you in the closet about something?" [i]She jokes.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Yeah, your cousin doesn't like being publicly ravaged. Issue, or would you prefer to join in?" The Marshal jokingly retorted. [/i]
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"Join in, fuk boy. I don't have a cousin though. No family in fact." [i]She keeps downing vodka.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Finally someone I can -blam!-ing relate to in this goddamned space of AIDS we call a bar!" Treyman: "How don't you have family, if you don't mind me asking?" [/i]
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[i]Em nods at JT with a wide smile before turning to Treyman.[/i] "I was a single child before my parents died. Father died from an accident and my mother was shot during a robbery."
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[i]Treyman: "Oh, I'm sorry..." It was then that JT actually decided to do something somewhat good, and attempt to tuen the tide of the conversation. JT: "Alright who wants to play some drinking games?!"[/i]
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"That sounds great! I almost always lose, but lets do it." [i]She continues to drink rather fast.[/i]
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[i]JT: "Alright, we can either do strip blackjack, shots for money, or something y'all have. Em, you're the guest, take your pick." [/i]
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"Strip blackjack sounds fun. I'd love to have Trey's jacket." She snickers and takes another gulp.
