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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 19, 2007 17:43:23 GMT -5
She had no idea where she was, the last town she was in seemed pretty desolate this didn't look greatly promising either. She just kept looking for somewhere to refuel and rest.
Ghost looked up at the bar, seemed like a nice enough place, pretty bare though - like a ghost bar. She wondered if perhaps something had happened, she'd been travelling for days and needed a place to rest her paws.
She shivered a little, it was cold out, she pulled a mangled packet of smokes out her pocket, and fumbled for a box of matches she lit her awkwardly bent cigarette and pulled the collar up on her jacket, she let out a heavy sigh pushed the doors of the bar, she looked about the bar - friendly, kind of old fashioned. She raised her eyes to the bartender and nodded hello as she stripped off her jacket and sat down on the stool.
"Give us two shots of your finest whisky and a pint of ale to wash it down."
Ghost's voice was husky, the bartender looked taken aback at her strong Scottish accent, but granted her the booze.
Ghost smelt a familiar smell. The smell of wolves...
She'd finish her drinks and find a place to stay.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 19, 2007 23:40:42 GMT -5
“Frank,” Cass laughed loudly, obviously drunk. “Frank, get me another drink.” Frank gave Xander a put-on look but headed to the bar like a good little second, sitting down next to a girl that smelt like hard liquor.
“Hey,” He glanced at her sideways, waiting for the bartender to acknowledge him.
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 20, 2007 14:33:01 GMT -5
Ghost downed the glass of whisky and turned to the gentleman beside her, a little nervous, she shakily lit up another cigarette,
"Ehh...hey." She replied quietly, she kept her eyes fixated on her remaining shot glass, sucking on her cigarette like it was going out of style, nerves were getting the better of her.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 21, 2007 14:53:26 GMT -5
“S’up?” Frank gave a crooked little grin, vaguely amused that she was being shy or submissive or whatever.
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 21, 2007 16:00:51 GMT -5
Ghost coughed a little on her cigarette,
"Can I help you?"
She took a drink of ale out of her pint glass and knocked back the shot, she looked at the gent and rubbed her fingers over the top of her mohawk.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 21, 2007 16:07:03 GMT -5
“Sure can.” Frank’s grin didn’t waver. “I’m Frank.”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 22, 2007 11:17:09 GMT -5
Ghost smiled a little at his goofy grin,
"I'm Ghost, nice to meet you." She took her packet of smokes out her pocket and extended them gingerly towards Frank, "Smoke?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 23, 2007 13:21:58 GMT -5
“Ghost?” Frank made a strangled noise that was a just barely successful attempt to keep from laughing in her face. He did, however, help himself to a cigarette before she could get mad.
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Post by Rose Karter on Nov 24, 2007 0:20:05 GMT -5
Rose watched the group, wrinkling her nose in distaste. She was gripping the tray she's been delivering drinks on so tight in her hands her knuckles were white. She was not looking forward to having to pass by them to get to the kitchen but what choise did she have?
Finally deciding to bite the bullet, she strode toard the bar, silently hoping they wouldn't even notice her.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 24, 2007 0:29:12 GMT -5
“Hey, about time.” Frank paused to stop Rose, lighter half way to the cigarette dangling from his mouth. “I need some more beers.”
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Post by Rose Karter on Nov 24, 2007 0:36:10 GMT -5
Rose tensed and supressed a snarl as she turned to Frank. "Right on it." She got behind the bar and knelt down in front of the small cooler, grumbling silently.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 24, 2007 0:44:46 GMT -5
“And another round of whatever Casper here’s drinking.” Frank gave one of his cockiest smirks. "Plus a girly drink for Xander. Something with a little pink umbrella."
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Post by Rose Karter on Nov 24, 2007 0:45:57 GMT -5
Rose slammed a beer onto the bar, giving Frank a cold grin "Oh, sorry, out of pink umbrellas. We have green though."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 24, 2007 1:13:56 GMT -5
“Green it is.” Frank’s grin didn’t waver, but his cigarette had gotten lit. “And I’m gonna need a lot more beer, sugar lips. I’m thirsty.”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 24, 2007 9:46:51 GMT -5
Ghost sat slightly perplexed, "Casper...?" she mouthed silently to herself, she scratched her head,
"I eh... umm...I ...make that four shots of whisky and two pints of ale... eh... and I'll pay for this round..."
She put out her cigarette in the empty shot glass and lit up another one. She turned to Frank with a nervous smile,
"You uh... like music?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 24, 2007 10:09:26 GMT -5
“Yeah, you know,” Frank waved vaguely, taking a long pull from his beer. “Casper, as in, the friendly ghost.”
He turned towards her, the bottle not leaving his lips as he quickly concluded that foreign chicks were weird. “Everybody likes music.”
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Post by Rose Karter on Nov 26, 2007 12:24:17 GMT -5
Rose wrinkled her nose, resisting to urge to cough from the smoke. She went back down, gathering up three more beers and slamming them on the bar. She turned her back, her blond ponytail flipping over her shoulder as she began to work the the forgein girl's shots.
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 26, 2007 13:10:55 GMT -5
"Oh... right I, eh get it now." Ghost laughed nervously, she grabbed her guitarcase and pulled out a dark oak yamaha acoustic, "It's just, it's kind of what I do..."
She smiled at the barmaid, "Need a hand hen? I worked in a bar back home in Kirkintilloch I could perhaps help?"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Nov 27, 2007 23:33:10 GMT -5
“Dude, what’s your real name?” Frank grinned at her over his beer. “ ‘Cause, unless your parents were some full-on makeup wearing Goths, Ghost’s your nickname.”
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Post by ghostpunk23 on Nov 28, 2007 16:52:53 GMT -5
Ghost laughed a little at Frank's remark, she tuned the guitar on her lap,
"Ghost's my real name. Ghost Noir, and I...eh don't have any parents so I wouldn't know. But that's what it says on my certificate anyway."
She just shrugged and carried on tuning the guitar.
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