You win some, you lose some, brother.
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RichieR75 |
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<Surreptitiously slides his hand back down to his side, feeling the metal of the gun in his waistband disappear from his
touch, as Wade leaves with the girl. Jack watches them go, frowning and disappointed, but not as scared as he probably should be. He gets up and rejoins
Richie at the table. Richie just slides a stack of papers toward him and goes back to his own.>
You win some, you lose some, brother. Everyone in Jersey's crazy...Cops arrest bad guys.
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JackC89 |
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True....To be fair, she came with him. He bought her dinner and was only helping the ladies out. What kind of guy steals another bloke's date? I was just
keeping her warm for him. Being friendly.
[he holds up the palm of his hand where a number is scrawled in red lipstick] ...And she gave me her phone number, anyway...tomorrow, is another day...let's get back to work, shall we? Better get that seen to...
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clarity34 |
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Well, look at that mess.
You'd thought that Attila the Hun and his barbarian horde have just ridden through the place!
At least we know how we're going to spend the next hours. What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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paulogallagher |
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You should see what happened to my pants! Ruined... They will never be the same again...
Come on, princess. I'll pick up the glass and you go get the vacuum...animals, they are. Animals...and that's just the women in this place... |
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clarity34 |
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Be careful not to cut your fingers.
Oh no! You don't mean your Fred Biker pants?... Yes, yes Ted Baker, sorry, I'm bad with fashion names.
You know, I seriously think that our boss should give you a bonus for dangerous work and brave behaviour. You've saved his investment… well, part of it… and also that brave and nice Richie's… crown jewels. Although I doubt Max would give you a bonus for that last one.
It really could have been worse. At least no one got hurt… well, not physically anyway. What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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TerryThorne1 |
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Evening, boys and girls...world war three over yet?
Paul, a pint of malt when you're ready. Answer me this,mate. Why am I not gay? The option is looking considerably more desirable all the time...you do wax, I take it? I'm for real, mate... |
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paulogallagher |
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For you, Terry my sweet, I would even dress up like an emaciated blonde hippie...although I might have to shave off my eyebrows...what do you think, Clarity?
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clarity34 |
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Good evening Mr
Thorne!
Well, I think it would be a pity… in both cases. Don't you dare change! We all like you two exactly the way you are. What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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SheriffBiebe |
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You chatting up my date, Terry? [John walks in smiling, on his way home from work] Well, she's not exactly my date yet. I still got her ask her
out...Clarity? When you got a minute? Or would you like some help with that sweeping up?
"Not the important ones.."
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clarity34 |
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What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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sophielesaint |
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Entering the Bar, notices Clarity speaking with a beard clone of Terry. Something in her demeanour has changed. Could it be what she thought? Good Lord, Clarity interested in another thing than bringing Max and Fanny back together? Now it would soon snow in hell…
Sophie goes to Paul, the cute bartender who has tears in the corner of his eyes. He's not crying. Or if he is, it's from laughing.
His joyous mood makes her smile.
It's good to see someone having fun. It seems like
a century since she had a good laugh. Why does she always feel that her life is heavy and lacking of simple joys? Like you make your bed you lie on it says a
French proverb...maybe it was the way she was simply taking life. A little bit too seriously. Far too seriously in fact... Not that lightness had ever been in
her father's book "Priorities in Life"...>
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paulogallagher |
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Not seen her tonight. She hasn't been in since she blew her top...it was like Gunfight at the OK Corral..without the guns...or the sweaty cowboys...
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uma252 |
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[Sophie's phone bleeps]
Sophie? Uma here. Look, I have to cancel tonight. Something just came up...I'm really, really sorry... [Sophie can hear the deeper voice of a man in the background. Uma is not alone...] Some other time? There is a place you can touch a woman that will drive her crazy. Her heart...
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sophielesaint |
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Yeah, yeah...some other time...
<She angrily closes her cell phone and throws it on the bar>
Nobody wants to become my friend. Am I that horrible, Paul? I'm stopping my self-pitying tantrum right now. You don't deserve to hear me bitchin
around. You've always been so nice to me...
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paulogallagher |
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I want to be your friend, love. Here's your Bailey's....and maybe you're in luck. Look who's just come in? Another lonely soul who could
probably do with being befriended by a gorgeous girl like you...
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Max180 |
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[Sophie turns to check out the new arrival, wrinkling her nose puzzlement. The man looks around him. But Uma was with him, wasn't she...?]
Now we are free...
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Franki G |
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Franki stuck her nose around the entrance. Bud's car hadn't been anywhere in sight, but she was being careful to avoid a scene.
"Hey Paul ... got any of that fancy foreign beer on tap?" She still thought it was a teeny bit too bad he was gay. The guy was just too yummy-looking. |
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paulogallagher |
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For you, my lovely, we have anything your heart desires. Except, it would appear, your favourite Officer White. Where is the good officer..or have you worn him
out?
Sorry, that was a bit off. It's living with Mitchell...he's such a dog...even if a very cute one... |
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sophielesaint |
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<Clarity. With the clone. Maybe one day, when Sophie couldn't stand her face anymore she'll make an anonymous phone call to the FBI and drop the fact that the "nice waitress" is taking airplane courses but doesn't seem interested in learning how to land…>
Oh, thank you Paul. You're such a sweetie…<She looks at Mr. Cooper walking purposefully in the Bar toward them…>
Lonely? You must be kidding. I've always wonder who
the shark is and who the pilot fish is…
<When Paul makes a face as if he doesn't understand, Sophie whispers just before the man is at ear shot…>
I was speaking of Uma! As if you didn't know…but ain't I lucky? His Cerberus isn't here tonight…she has other cats to whip. Don't look at me this way Paul. It's a French say meaning she has other things to do…
<Just a split second before facing Maximus, Sophie braces herself and put her business face on, plasterig a fake smile at the same occasion.>
As friends? You really know how to pick a lady's interest, Mr. Cooper…
<They sit and Paul brings two glasses of red wine. Sophie thanks him and takes the glass in hand, tilting it to watch the colour and how it adhered to the glass wall. Taking a sip, she can't help but comment…>
Good in mouth, with some taste of berries and…earth I would say. A good table wine but a wee bit too young…Definitely not French, Californian?
<As a joke, Sophie made a movement as to have a look under the table…>
Sorry, you're never too cautious. I wouldn't want your girlfriend coming to bite my ankles…So? What is this little "sauterie" all about? |
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Franki G |
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Franki shrugged. "No idea." What the hell? People thought her and Bud were an item? Well ... it made sense, sort of. People had seen them together
for dinner here, they must figured that of course she'd be into a guy who looked as good as he did. But she'd have to kill that rumour before it
reached Wade, he'd freak if he thought she was dating a cop. Especially when the cop was his ... brother? That was something else she had to figure out.
"How about .... " She leaned over the bar and looked at all the different taps, casually flashing her tits a bit for the enjoyment of anyone who might be interested. "That one, with the flowers on it?" She laughed and added "I always used to be a Miller girl, Corona on special occasions, but you've spoiled me. Your Mitchell is a lucky guy, cute partner like you and a kid too." Guy had no idea how lucky he was, someone who loved him and a nice family ... and Franki was SO not going to go down that road with a beer in hand. That way always lay more beer and usually ended up with going home with the first guy who smiled at her and she had to be awake and NOT hung-over to take Spooky to her vet appointment tomorrow. So no maudlin shit. "So Paul ... I keep noticing a couple of guys around a lot, Max Skinner and his brothers? I mean ... they are brothers, right? They look too alike to be just cousins." Or they could be cousins, and Wade was pulling some kind of family scam that she was still thinking about either edging her way into or keeping right away from. Hmm, if Bud was Wade's brother ... Oh shit! Franki immediately fixed her attention on the beer taps rather than Paul's cute-but-honest expression. Did Bud already know about her from Wade? Was he just some kind of loyalty test on Wade's part? how the fuck had she missed that idea? And was fucking Bud a fail or a pass? Either way, it was something to worry about.
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