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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on Apr 6, 2007 20:27:13 GMT
I walk into The Hogs Head. It's very dark and smells funny. Well at least no one will expect me to be here. I choose a stall in one of the darker corners. "I need something to drink" I say motioning the barlady over.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 20, 2007 14:58:52 GMT
I hear a voice from the stall next to me and turn round.
"I'll drink to that one." I mutter, half-raising my bottle of firewhiskey, then taking a swig of it.
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Post by Annie Pettigrew on May 20, 2007 18:13:09 GMT
I walked into the bar and saw Hannah drinking. "Are you sure you should be doing that?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 20, 2007 18:14:46 GMT
"Why shouldn't she be?" I ask, although it wasn't really my business, I'd already had a couple of firewhiskeys.
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 21, 2007 1:48:05 GMT
i turn my bottle around so she can see the label. "non-alcohloic" i say with a little grin. I look at the guy who was talking. "i dont think ive seen you around before"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 23, 2007 17:48:35 GMT
"The wind just blew me into town." I say, holding out a hand for her to shake. "Name's Ian Hunt. Yours?"
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 23, 2007 22:20:29 GMT
I take his hand. "Im Hannah Baley, its nice to meet you"
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Post by Annie Pettigrew on May 23, 2007 23:52:05 GMT
"Lovely to meet you too random guy who pokes his nose where it don't belong."
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Post by Ricky Jamison on May 23, 2007 23:54:43 GMT
"Lets be nice Annie" I say from behind her, laughing slightly. "Hey Ian, Hannah"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 24, 2007 16:09:24 GMT
"Hey Ricky. Nice to meet you too Hannah. Thanks Annie."
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Post by Annie Pettigrew on May 24, 2007 21:48:56 GMT
I laughed slightly. "If I haaave tooooo. And no problem darlin'."
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 25, 2007 3:18:16 GMT
"Hey, Ricky"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 25, 2007 15:57:05 GMT
"Don't be nice on my account." I say to her. "I don't give a flying fuck how you speak to me anyhow."
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 25, 2007 21:03:05 GMT
"What a 'flying fuck'?" I ask only hearing that much
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Post by Hannah Pettigrew on May 26, 2007 0:17:52 GMT
*wow, my little drink turned into a conference* i think silently.
i turn to ian. "so who do you know here so far?"
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Post by Annie Pettigrew on May 26, 2007 17:58:00 GMT
I laughed. "A 'flying fuck'?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 18:05:17 GMT
"Yeah, a flying fuck, deal with it." I say to Annie and the other girl. "I don't know many people yet. Izzy, Ricky, Shell, Rin and Nate. That's about it. Oh and someone told me Watkins was around here somewhere, but I won't believe that until I see it."
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 20:58:18 GMT
"Didnt say I had anything against it" I tell him.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:02:37 GMT
"Good." I reply, taking another swig of firewhiskey.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:03:25 GMT
"If you say so" I mutter.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:05:20 GMT
"Fine, not good. Whatever."
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:06:25 GMT
I roll my eyes and walk over to the counter,ordering a firewhiskey.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:08:54 GMT
I blink once at her back, then shake my head bemusedly, and light up a cigarette.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:15:56 GMT
I smirk, smelling the smokeof a cigarette.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:17:03 GMT
I smirk slightly to myself, then breathe smoke out directly at her back, just to be annoying.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:17:56 GMT
"Can I borrow your lighter?" I ask turning around.
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:18:51 GMT
I look at her, then take my lighter out, handing it to her face down, so that the initials 'E.R' weren't visible.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:19:55 GMT
"Thanks" I say, taking out my own cigarette and lighting it. I hand it back to him, though not before seeing the initials E.R. 'Erin' I think
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Post by Ian Hunt on May 26, 2007 21:21:43 GMT
"No problem." I say, putting it carefully back in my pocket.
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Post by Raquel Ann Williams on May 26, 2007 21:27:31 GMT
"So, Hunt, how's Erin?" I ask, knowing for a fact that he didnt recognize me in the least and that she was dead.
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