Post by Patrick Doyle on Dec 3, 2011 18:05:13 GMT -8
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[/size] kills[/size] without a [/size]thought[/font][/right]October 17th, 4:50 pm
"Jack, Double-Tall," Patrick ordered, flipping the barmaid a galleon. "Change for my drinking partner and for yourself, dearie." Why Jack Daniel's Whiskey? That stuff's horrid. Nobody asked for your opinion, moron.
Gladly.
Artorius gave their body a subtle shake, settling back into their bones. It had been too long and Patrick or Conrad was letting them get carried away with the food again. He'd have to have a good lecture about it later. For now, let them stew on the idea while they waited for the man who called them here. He smirked. Whatever it was he needed, it must have been an interesting assignment to call on them to take it, one that required three minds but one body. Conrad snorted at this. Concieted much, brother? Artorius glared at the man. Shut your trap and let me get this.
Conrad started to speak, Patrick ready to punch him in the head to silence him if needed, when someone sat next to them. Artorius stiffened and glanced out of the corner of his eye, taking a sip of the whiskey. Let's get this over with so Artorius could get back to threatening Conrad.
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[/size] murders all that's good[/left]Lyrics from "Phantom of the Opera" - "Twisted Every Way"
[Note: So dramatic they are. *smacks them* Behave.]