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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 17:41:35 GMT -5
The night club was actually closed, Michael was just picking the place up. Yup he worked here, and it was job to clean up the place. He sighed looking at the mess, "Boy do I got alot of work." he groaned, as he took off his jacket and placed it on a stool. Before grabbing a broom and cleaning up the floor that was littered with garbage.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 19:02:20 GMT -5
Tekka had been hiding up in the air shaft of the Allure for perhaps an hour already, she was bored and sore. Being stuck in one position for so long tended to get one's muscles aching after all. So it was a great relief to her that the music wound down to a close and the commotion of the evening finally went silent.
Slowly and carefully, the fifteen year old Tora eased open the grate above the bar and placed it aside, dropping down after glancing around to make sure no one was there. She chuckled to herself, "Too easy," She murmured, only then realizing that there were footsteps coming from another room.
Tekka ducked down behind the bar, waiting for the cleaning boy (or whoever it was) to pass. No such luck. She just hoped that he wouldn't discover her here so late at night and call the cops. Luckily the tiny thief was disguised, so the odds were in her favor for not being discovered.
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 19:08:39 GMT -5
Michael kept doing doing his job, cleaning the floor. He figured this was probably the worse part, what sucked even more was cleaning the glasses. When felt like the floor was good enough Michael leaned the broom on the wall. He looked at the bar, "Sad thing is, I can't drink any." he mused. As he started walking towards it. As he turned to go behind the bar Michael fell on his ass. As he looked at the fifteen year old girl, "What the fuck are you doing here?!" he asked.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 19:14:47 GMT -5
Tekka could have swore. It was Michael, the kid she had dueled at the grocery store, and even though she had a cap pulled low and a hooded sweatshirt covering that, there was still a possibility of him recognizing her. Instead of going for a physical attack (one she'd probably lose) she decided to go for bullshitting for the moment.
"Got drunk," She slurred, adding on a Texan accent. Hatsu Itonami attracted all sorts of people after all. "y'all throw one HELL of a party, I tell ya..." She added a hiccup for dramatic effect. Now so long as this kid bought it...
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 19:22:08 GMT -5
Michael stood up and crossed his arms. "You know, I've worked here long enough to tell when people fake it." he said, as he walked pasts her. He grabbed a bottle of schoch, and two glasses. He'd pay for the drinks later, he poured himself and the stranger a drink. "Before sitting down on the stool that was behind the bar. Yeah sure Michael was fifteen, but he'd done a lot worse then drink.
The Kuma drank from his glass, "Mind telling me what your really doing here? Don't worry I got no plans on calling the cops"
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 19:30:15 GMT -5
Tekka sighed and used her hands to vault over the bar top and into a seat. "Just sorta fell and found myself here when I woke up." She tried again, refusing to admit exactly what she was doing, though she did give up on the accent, it was far too difficult to keep up with. She took a sip of the stuff and blanched. "I prefer Screwdrivers m'self..." She muttered, unknowingly allowing Michael a glimpse beneath the hood.
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 19:37:34 GMT -5
Michael chuckled, "Looks like you don't drink half as much as you can duel Tekka." Michael mused. He had seen it was her when he saw under her hood. Drinking from his drink, Michael finished it off. Then smiled, "I find you falling and waking up here hard to believe. You weren't planning on stealing were you?" he asked.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 19:45:07 GMT -5
Tekka chuckled and removed the disguise, giving Michael a wink. "Maaaybe..." She sang, pushing the scotch away. "And I'm fifteen with a protective batch of siblings and clanmates, how was I supposed to practice drinking?" She paused. "And thanks for the compliment on my dueling by the way, you're not too bad yourself. We'll need a rematch though."
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 19:53:25 GMT -5
Michael chuckled, as she winked at him and talked. "We should, sad thing though is I didn't bring my duel disk or cards to work with me." he said. Michael took Tekka's drink and drank it before setting the glasses away. He jumped over the bar table and on to the dance floor. He turned towards and held out his hand. "Care to dance?" he asked. Dancing sure did beat working, Michael was sure of that.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 19:59:16 GMT -5
Tekka laughed, "No worries, I never bring my deck with me when I'm working either." She was a little relieved when he drank the remaining alcohol, now she didn't feel obliged to finish it.
The thief laughed as he held out his hand for the dance. "I've got a boyfriend you know." She said, taking his hand anyway. She loved Kage with all of her heart, but that didn't mean that she couldn't dance with someone else from time to time. "Fair warning, your toes may never recover."
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 20:03:43 GMT -5
Michael chuckled, at her comment about her having a boyfriend. "Well your in luck, because I have a girlfriend." said Michael as he clapped his hands(Yes the music turns on with claps) a slow song began to play. "Don't worry about my toes, I'm sure I'll be fine." he said, as ge started to dance.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 28, 2010 20:08:22 GMT -5
Tekka chuckled. "I sure hope she isn't the jealous type, I've got enough people out for my blood at the moment." With that, the Tora began dancing as well, trying to avoid stepping on Michael's feet as best she could. Unfortunately, this wasn't a particularly wonderful job of it and she seemed (from her point of view anyway) to keep stepping on the tips of the teen's shoes. Right where the toes were.
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 28, 2010 20:13:51 GMT -5
Michael could feel her stepping on his toes, yet he kept himself from doing saying anything. "I'm sure she wouldn't be jealous. She's a nice person, a little shy but nice." he said, as he continued to dance. Boy was this better then working for Michael.
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Post by Tekka King on Nov 29, 2010 16:26:11 GMT -5
Tekka smiled, glad to hear that the Kuma had someone. After all, it meant that neither he nor Tekka would be held accountable for even the most paranoid idea of cheating... well, in her mind anyway... "She sounds sweet, treat her right, ya hear?"
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Post by Michael Faith on Nov 29, 2010 17:17:38 GMT -5
Michael smiled, "I will trust me." he said. When the music stopped Michael stopped dancing(Glad that they had. His toes couldn`t take anymore) and smiled again. He looked over towards the set of drums basses, and other stuff a band needed to play. He looked back at Tekka, "Wanna here play on a song on the gutar?" he asked. Michael knew one song, that was about it. He had learned from Jacob, who frankly couldn't teach very well.
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