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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/26/2017 5:00:10 AM
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"Get in what, I wonder? The clans, or where I keep all the treasure?"
[i]It could be left to thought of what Zara meant by wherever she "kept her treasures".[/i]
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[i]"Little bit of the first choice, little bit of the second." [/i]
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 11/26/2017 5:15:17 AM"Ah. I see.. we could go get some drinks, chat a little, then we'll see about that treasure room. That seem fair?"
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[i]"Definitely. You know any good spots?" [/i]
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"There's a few places, in this desolate, blown up city. Though I do know a bar on the outskirts."
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[i]"Awesome, lead on then. I'll pay." [/i]
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[i]After a few minutes of Zara attempting to ride Sullivan (eventually allowing JT to assume control, since she was inexperienced as hell with horses), the two traversed downwards throughout Dojoville, past armored Trayvens and the steadily rebuilding city's efforts, underneath Zara's guidance. The two would stop at the entrance of a small bar, Zara holding the door open.[/i] [i]The place mimicked the old cantina scene from Star Wars if it was Dojo-fied, if JT had ever seen the movie. Civilians, bounty hunters, Trayvens, warriors, traders, aliens.. they lined the counters and walls, though Zara was careful to maneuver herself and JT to a booth.[/i] "Last date I had here, the guy asked if I was a Star Wars character. He's sorta why I was kept out for roughly a week.. not threatening you, but it is irritating to be compared to some movie or a fuсking TV show."
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[spoiler]Sullivan's got a robo brain ([i]RoBrain™️[/i]), so he would just go ahead and ride them there without Zara needing to put effort lol[/spoiler] [i]"Yeah I know that feeling. Yer talkin' to a low grade John Wayne, accordin' to most people." [/i]
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"Low-grade John Wayne? It's not "Boba Fett cosplayer", if that makes you feel any better. Nonetheless, anyone with a robo-horse isn't exactly John Wayne, just a badass sci-fi bucko with a sense of style," [i]Zara smiled, as a robot waiter would begin to ask for drinks. Zara seemed to order "Merenzane Gold".[/i] "If you're looking at the Gold too.. I'll pay. Two hundred credits if we both get it."
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[i]"Alright, I'll do it." [/i]
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[i]Zara smiled as two golden drinks were served for the two, as she raised her drink with a sly grin.[/i] "To a brewing friendship, I suppose."
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[i]"Friends already? And 'ere I was just gettin' t' know ya," JT jokingly said to Zara, as he raised his cup then drank part of his drink. "So what part of th' message did you send out?" [/i]
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"Hey, you're the first guy that I haven't longed to shoot yet, in this hole anyway. I sent out.. all of it. Poor Elizabeth didn't even know that it was out before the first warrior came by, then another and another. Then she was as pissy as ever. What'd you give her, by the way? Not nosing about, just interested."
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[i]"Phone number. I was jokin' about, though I might've gotten a night in bed with 'er, with some luck.' [/i]
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"A night in bed after your most expensive date ever. ...Seriously though. We've hung out, did some things together. She's more exciting than she seems, I just give her shit because she's a good person to be around. Underneath that icy exterior, of course." [i]Zara laughed, drinking and sighing.[/i] "Shit, that's good. Gold's always been a.. favorite. Way too intoxicating, though."
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[i]"I've got a high tolerance, though even I'm feeling this shit," JT replied. The buzz could definitely be felt. [/i]
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"High tolerance, too? I must be blessed. A handsome cowboy on a robot horse, whisking me away like a hero, off to a bar where he can endure the strongest of drinks.." [i]Zara laughed again.[/i]
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[i]"Right, 'ere I am. Sittin' across from the hot ass Mandalorian chick who can pull enough money t'buy us drinks." [/i]
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"Sounds like our little fantasy. Maybe we'll see a few more fantasies play out tonight." [i]Zara would drink again, tapping the table.[/i] "...God, I'll be dead in the morning if we do. Not actually dead.. I hope, just knocked out."
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[i]"A flirt are ya? Trust me, you'll be somethin' close to knocked out."[/i]
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"Close is good for me. Just me and you, I guess? Remember, I'm alright with a party, that includes Elizabeth. I can ring her up, if you want."
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[i]"Heh, go for it."[/i] [spoiler]>Luckiest man in the cantina lmfao[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Basically, lmao.[/spoiler] "Alright.." [i]Some time later, when Zara was seemingly drunk yet keeping her cool, Elizabeth would arrive, sitting next to JT and sighing.[/i] [i]Eli[/i]: "Must we meet.. here? Three men have already checked me out, one of them wanted to fuсk me upside down. This is disgusting." [i]Zara just laughed, meanwhile.[/i] "And you ran over here.. the hero's here though, he'll protect his princesses."
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[i]"Ain't no place for no hero. Though I got an apartment not too far from here, y'all wanna head over so we ain't gettin' Liz checked out?" [/i]
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"Hell yes." [i]The two spoke simultaneously, as Elizabeth muttered "jinx".[/i] "What?" "Nothing."
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[i]JT chuckled and led the two of them to his apartment. Out of sheer laziness I'll let you envision a modern Western apartment, and JT went to the kitchen to fix up some drinks. "Make yerselves at home." [/i]
