menta
Peeping Tom
The Lighthearted One
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Post by menta on Feb 9, 2007 20:18:40 GMT -5
Brook rolled her eyes...oh fall, he'd gone all gentlemanly again. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a funny look. "People always talk...i've never minded." Se knew that they talked about her a lot. Sometimes is bothered her, actually, but she could usually just ignore it. And here she was, about to have some fun with a Bronze Wingleader, no less, and he had to go all soft.
"By fall...grow a pair." She said with a raised eyebrow. She leaned back against the wall and picked up her glass again and took another sip. She could send him out of her barracks now, but that wasn't really what she wanted. He could leave now, with or without her. It was his choice, she wasn't going to say anything.
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brimstone81
Stalker of Bubbly Pies
The Sweetheart
I dream in high definition
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Post by brimstone81 on Feb 11, 2007 23:24:11 GMT -5
"Well I mind," G'del said, quickly sobering up. She was changing too, though. And whn she said, 'grow a pair,' G'del was insulted. And then she just stood there, drinking. Well this bronzerider's eyes were opened. "And maybe I should watch for my own reputation. Thanks for caring. Maybe we'll talk again when this all blows over."
G'del stepped out the barracks and off to his own weyr. If she followed him, he wouldn't say much, but he wasn't in the mood for arguing anymore tonight. He wasn't in the mood at all anymore. The moment had passed, thanks to Solarith opening his trap and ruining a perfectly good buzz. "Good Night, Brook," he said in leaving.
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menta
Peeping Tom
The Lighthearted One
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Post by menta on Feb 13, 2007 0:16:39 GMT -5
Brook frowned, temperamental one, wasn't he? Why so serious. She should remember not to give him wne again, it only made things worse. And it was some good stuff wasted to. She couldn't even recall them beginning to argue, but suddenly he was in a huff. And men called women "emotional." She understood why bronzers got their reputation now...all they cared about was reputation.
"Shards..lighten up." She said in a quiet voice, surprised at the situation unfolding. She was rarely rejected and realized it wasn't a nice feeling. She glared at him as he left, no way she would be chasing after that jerk. "Your loss, bastard!" She yelled down the hall, hoping she might at the least embarrass him. She shook her head and sat back down, taking another swig of wine.
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