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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/30/2017 10:16:55 PM
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[i]It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer[/I]
[b][i]-Elton John, Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting. [/i][/b]
[i]Another day, another drink. That was the mantra JT found himself living by, with each weekend he found himself in the bar. The same bar he went to when nothing new was going on in his life.
Aveline and Benny were heading the search for the killer and Derek had been attending an Extryte corporate meeting, leaving JT all alone for the time being. The Marshal hanged his hat on the rack in the bar and his pistols on the table in front of him, to either side of a brown bottle of Crown Royal on the table. The bar was as dead as his current activity, and so he waited for someone interesting to hopefully walk through that front door. [/i]
((Open. This is a boredom post.))
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"Not because I wanted too, but yeah." [b][i]She said, scratching at the black band around her neck as she did[/i][/b]
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[i]"I shouldn't pry much... Want another drink?" [/i]
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"Sure." [b][i]She said, smiling a bit as she waved the waiter over[/i][/b]
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[i]"What'll it be?" The bartender inquired, holding an empty cup. [/i]
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"Whatever the last one was." [b][i]She said laughing a bit, turning the label of the bottle towards him[/i][/b]
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[i]The bartender brought her over another Stella Artois, and JT got one as well. "So, what's your old home like?" [/i]
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"It was small, quite a few of us living in one space. Everyone had their own little section. We just did what were told."
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[i]"Were you a communist?" [/i]
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Edited by Lordbakon: 10/31/2017 2:51:38 AM"No. Basically an Aristocracy on my planet. They owned us, they could do whatever they pleased. And so naturally that took some of us to do their bidding."
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[i]"So slavery?" [/i]
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"Yep. Bred and modified a bunch of us to be what they wanted in a slave."
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[i]"So you were a fighter then?" [/i]
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"Yep. Well, a show-slave, but basically. They had me fight, they had me show off. Though from the reactions I get when I tell people that here, I'm assuming 'showing off' means something different?@
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[i]"Yeah it has a few meanings." [/i]
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"They basically had me there to be looked st. they made sure to protect me, they didn't want to lose a prized fighter."
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[i]"Damn, sounds rough." [/i]
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"It was. Hell, I can still feel what they did to me under the skin. But, that's the past now. Just... try and forget it and move on."
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[i]"Do you need a hug?" JT offered genuinely. Nobody hugged like a cowboy. [/i]
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"Sure." [b][i]She said, hugging him.[/i][/b]
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[i]JT had the strength of ten thousand men, which meant damn that hug was good. [/i]
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[b][i]She smiled a bit as she broke away from the hug[/i][/b] "Thanks for that."
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[i]"No problem, hugs tend to help." [/i]
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"From what I've heard, so does alcohol." [b][i]She says laughing a bit[/i][/b]
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[i]"Yeah, but you really gotta be careful with the alcohol." [/i]
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"That's another thing I've heard..." [b][i]She said as she took another sip. [/i][/b]
