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Post by Mentat_Tir on Mar 28, 2002 12:36:40 GMT -5
Mentat Tir stepped through the door into the classy jazz club. He removed his rain-drenched coat and handed it to the doorman. Tir found that the air was pleasantly warm compared to the damp weather he just left. A grey-bearded man sitting at a piano improvised a somber blues tune while a younger heavy-set musician plucked a bass.
Tir scanned the room. His eyes immediately fell on an elegant woman wearing a red stylish dress. The woman's face was illuminated only by a candle on her table. Her graceful fingers nursed a drink as she sat listening intently to the duet.
Tir walked to her table. “Are you drinking alone tonight?”
The woman looked him up and down. “Not anymore,” she said smiling.
“Thank you," Tir replied, sitting down. “Let me introduce myself...I’m Mentat Tir. And who might you be?”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tir,” she replied. “They call me Dohlman.”
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Post by Dohlman on Mar 28, 2002 12:45:41 GMT -5
Dohlman offered her hand to Mentat Tir. He took it gently into his and brought it up to his lips, whilst giving Dohlman a smoldering look over the curve of her wrist.
His green eyes cut through Dohlman's soul, and she knew this man would be like no other she had met. She felt the tender brush of his lips on her hand and a warm desire filled her body.
"Enchanteé," he said.
"Mais non, je suis enchanté," replied Dohlman. "Are you a traveler?" she asked.
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Post by Peter_Pevensie on Mar 28, 2002 14:00:31 GMT -5
Peter decides that discretion is the better part of...um...something and runs away.[/i] ;D
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Post by Christina on Mar 28, 2002 15:17:27 GMT -5
straight into Christina, who has innocently strolled into the thread to find out what it is all about.
"C'mon, lad, I know somewhere very discreet where we can be alone with definately no-one listening to our conversations", she says in her soft, sultry voice.
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Post by Dohlman on Mar 28, 2002 15:29:21 GMT -5
"Ha ha," laughs Dohlman. "Told you we'd get snide remarks from those two. Where's the money you bet me?" she asks Tir.
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Post by Christina on Mar 28, 2002 15:33:32 GMT -5
! psst, Mentat. Try haggling and see what it gets you!
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Post by Mentat_Tir on Mar 28, 2002 16:05:17 GMT -5
Mentat Tir reaches into his back pocket.
"Do you accept American Express?" he says innocently.
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Post by Zeph on Mar 28, 2002 16:08:27 GMT -5
Ummmm.....Oh dear me....Qab Help I stumbled in the wrong thread........hey wait.... is that Aurian. (you flirted with Peter a little, I get to flirt with Auri)
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Post by Qab on Mar 28, 2002 16:49:46 GMT -5
Qab encircles Zeph's waist with her arm and draws him away from the bar, but not before she snags the full bowl of salted almonds to take with her.
She guides Zeph towards the stage, steps up, and whispers something into the bass player's ear. He nods and gives Zeph a big smile, then stands and hands the bass to him.
"You know you want to," says Qab, "and I know how much you love to play, even if it is just a Fender Jazz Bass. This way you can flirt with a lady that isn't a threat to me!
"So, what are you waiting for?"
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Post by Aurian on Mar 28, 2002 16:58:36 GMT -5
^ ;D *refrains from getting on to the stage and sing to the music*
Hey, I have no one to flirt with me..
i think i will survive.. maybe.. yes.. almost positive
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Post by Aurian on Mar 28, 2002 16:59:19 GMT -5
*grabs nearest male*
Flirt with me d**nit! ;D
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Post by Dohlman on Mar 28, 2002 18:52:18 GMT -5
Dohlman runs his card through the authorization machine and it gets rejected. "Sorry, I think the ice skating tickets took you over the limit."
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Post by Zeph on Mar 28, 2002 22:18:29 GMT -5
Tir, Can you say.... BURRRRRNNN . Ouch, that one was good, Dohlman!
Zeph picks up the bass and starts playing... Another one bites the dust.... Looks to Qab And Aurian for vocal support. ;D
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Post by Elric3960 on Mar 29, 2002 4:11:00 GMT -5
*grabs nearest male* Flirt with me d**nit! ;D *Elric bends to one knee and passionately caresses Aurian's knuckles with his lips* "The sun, the moon and the stars mean nothing to me now! I'm bedazzled by your eyes, the aroma of your perfume, and your lips makes me hunger for the taste of your passion! Make my days fulfilled and my nights endless and my heart will only beat for you throughout eternity!" How's that? Not too over-the-top, I hope.
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Post by Aurian on Mar 29, 2002 5:01:11 GMT -5
Good thing I have no sense of perspective But get up on your feet, you make me nervous! *leads Elric to the bar and orders " a slow comfortable screw against the wall"* ;D 8)
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