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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 21:49:48 GMT -4
Ophelia handed a quarter to Hunter, grinning as she stepped up onto the bus. "It's alright, we'll be good. Promise."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 22:50:29 GMT -4
After she had shown her pass to the driver, Tatum glanced over her shoulder at Ophelia, raising an eyebrow. "As if you're ever good. Especially with Hunter around, you're like fire and gasoline, or.. fire and some other flammable substance."
"Fire and ice?" Hunter pitched in, as she climbed on board, and dropped her fistful of change into the coin slot. "Oh, wait, no. Those are opposites. Fire and.. acid?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 22:53:06 GMT -4
"Fire and your crotch? Get it? Hahaha..." She found a seat and sat.
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 23:08:04 GMT -4
Tatum scowled at her girlfriend, flopping into the seat beside her, and giving her a firm punch in the arm. "Shut up, my god! That isn't even funny!"
"I thought it was funny," Hunter corrected her, as she took a seat in front of them, and dug the flask back out of her sweater.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 21, 2008 23:16:34 GMT -4
Ophelia reached over Hunters shoulder and took the flask, taking a long chug. "Me too. Tatum's so shy about her beautiful body."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Oct 21, 2008 23:25:06 GMT -4
Still pouting, Tatum reached over and took the flask when Ophi finished, taking just a small sip, before handing it back over to Hunter. "It's not beautiful.."
The blonde scrunched her nose up a bit as her liquor was stolen, and twice drank from, but she was delighted when it was handed back, taking a long chug of her own and leaning back comfortably into the seat. "Nothing like getting crunk on the transit system. At two o'clock."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 22, 2008 9:59:59 GMT -4
"I hope they don't kick us off before we get downtown again, man."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 12:43:56 GMT -4
"Oh, they won't. Tatum will flash a little left nipple," Hunter replied firmly, with a smirk behind her flask.
"Fuck off," Tatum replied simply, reaching over to deliver a punch to the blonde's arm, in the same way she had done to Ophi just a moment earlier. "You two are retarded, just for the record."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 22, 2008 15:49:13 GMT -4
"You act as if that comes as a surprise to you, babe."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 19:21:46 GMT -4
"It doesn't. Just wish it did."
Giving a mock pout, Hunter offered up her flask again. "Drink away the sad day?"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 22, 2008 19:25:55 GMT -4
"We're a little weird anyway?" The ukelele made a reappearance, and she began to strum. "Not you're fault we were born this way! Should have gone when you still could have gotten away!"
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 22, 2008 21:11:44 GMT -4
Smirking at the reappearance of the ukelele, Hunter put on her best singing voice, leaning closer to Tatum. "But you didn't know and now we're here to stay, oh, you can't get rid of us anyway!"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 23, 2008 10:28:17 GMT -4
Ophelia broke down into a strumming, humming bit, causeing several people on the bus to turn and look at her.
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Post by Tatum Donnelly on Oct 23, 2008 11:12:28 GMT -4
"Okay, time to stop," Tatum said quickly, as soon as she noticed the people turning to look in their direction. Attention was not at the top of her favorite things list.
"Oh Tatum, don't be gay, just drink the entire day away~" Hunter replied, brandishing the flask again.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 23, 2008 21:35:38 GMT -4
Ophelia grinned. "I think we're outta things that go with that flow, Hunt."
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