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Post by Tekka King on Dec 5, 2010 2:35:27 GMT -5
Tekka shrugged. "The three of clubs?" She guessed randomly.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 5, 2010 11:43:53 GMT -5
Michael frowned showing her the card. "It was the joker."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 9, 2010 0:19:42 GMT -5
The little thief shrugged again. "Whatever." With that, she poured the drink into glasses and moved the now-empty bottle fully into her bag and then took another and repeated the process. She only needed the bottles, not the alcohol. And this way nothing went to waste.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 9, 2010 4:02:56 GMT -5
Michael grabbed onto her hand, "Tekka we're friends and all, but I can't let you steal. Not only because it's wrong, and the fact that I work here. But also because you lost the game. Now put the bottles back please." said Michael who really didn't want things to go bad.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 9, 2010 21:04:07 GMT -5
Tekka just looked at him and removed her hand from his hold. "Look Mike," She said, giving him a sad smile. "Games don't always decide everything, I've kinda got a brother out to kill me right now and I can't involve the cops. Not for anything I've done, but more for someone else. Two someones, really." She amended, soon moving on.
"The point is that I kinda do need these, 'cause if we lose then people wind up dead and I want them to be happy for right now. And right now that requires colorful bottles." She shrugged, deciding to branch off from the topic. "'Sides, I can leave money and no one'll care. I've done it before." Granted, the money was also stolen, but how else was she supposed to buy things?
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 9, 2010 23:17:51 GMT -5
Michael shook his head no, "Tekka, I'd really hate to get the cops involved but I'm not letting you steal this stuff. Hell I'll use force if I have to, but so I'd suggests you just forget about it. And we can go back to having fun. I'll give you one lost chance to put the bottles you've already stolen back, and just forget them before things get bad."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 10, 2010 18:03:16 GMT -5
Tekka frowned at him. "So you're going back on your word?" She said dryly. "You've said it twice now that you wouldn't tell the cops or that you'd let me go free. So are you going to keep your promise or aren't you?" There was a bit of distrust in Tekka's eyes, years of training in her art keeping her on her toes in what would probably be a crucial moment in the evening. "A straight answer would be nice, a yes or a no."
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 10, 2010 20:36:43 GMT -5
Michael really didn't want to feel like lier, and he really didn't want to make any enemies. But he needed to do the right thing, "If you steal from the club I'm going to call the fuzz no matter what I said." said Michael.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 10, 2010 22:02:27 GMT -5
Tekka 'harrumph'd. "So you're a liar," She muttered, "Good to know I still have a wonderful sense of character..." This last bit was said more to herself that to anyone else. She leveled him another look. "What makes you think that I won't just come back tomorrow or the day after and steal them then?" She asked making no move to put the bottles back or to escape.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 13, 2010 21:23:04 GMT -5
Michael's heart sank, but he then went back to being serious. "Then I'll simply tell the owner, to keep an eye out for a certain thief." he said, he sighed. "Now put the bottle back, before I call the police. Or simply make you." he didn't want to do any of that, but he would if he had to.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 13, 2010 21:30:37 GMT -5
"So you'd turn in a friend to the fuzz?" She asked, giving him a slightly disbelieveing look. She put the bag back down on the floor though. "The alcohol's gone, the bottles are never reused, and no one would care if I took them so long as I made some tequilas for tomorrow." She swept out an arm at the rows of drinks poured from the bottles. "Which I've done."
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 13, 2010 21:37:36 GMT -5
Michael picked up the nearby phone, "You pick Tekka, The Cops, Force, or simply putting the bottles away."
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 13, 2010 21:58:18 GMT -5
Tekka sighed. "I'm not going to pick the cops, if I choose force one of us'll wind up getting hurt and you'll call the cops anyway, and putting everything back tears my pride to shreds." She scowled. "It's a no-win situation." She gave a mirthless laugh. "No cops though, for now let's try force. I'll need the practice." And she no doubt would. The Tora dropped the bag with the bottles all the way to the floor and out of harms way. "After you." She offered, she wasn't good at fist fighting, but she would need to be.
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Post by Michael Faith on Dec 13, 2010 22:02:35 GMT -5
Michael dropped the phone, and glupped. He needed to really man up, fighting wasn't his best thing. Although he was a male, so he'd be natural stronger than Tekka. He sighed, and looked at the phone. Then in one quick movement he tossed it at Tekka, then went to tackleher.
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Post by Tekka King on Dec 13, 2010 22:53:59 GMT -5
Tekka snatched the phone out of the air and dove out of the way of the tackle. She stomped on the phone to keep the police-option from coming to fruition. For now she'd avoid and evade, track his movements and let him tire himself out.
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