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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Dec 31, 2010 19:40:14 GMT -8
Todd seemed rather distressed at the size of Agent York's order Ash noted without much reaction. She wasn't used to being out to with a group like this and so fell back onto her usual habits, sitting quietly and watching until she was inevitably taken away on another daydream. Or would it just be a dream now since it was night time? But she wasn't really sleeping so a nightdream perhaps? But that sounded rather redundant didn't it? Hmmm maybe . . .
Before Ashlin could get to lost down her train of thought and make the inevitable layovers she always did she noticed a white suit at the bar. A wide smile grew on her face as she recognized the man where the suit. Without warning any of the table's occupations she bounced up from her seat, and skipped toward the bar, dancing around the other patrons. "Michael!" she called happily when she was close enough that he might hear her over the noise of the bar. She was quite delighted to see him, though she couldn't explain why, given she'd had tea with him only a few hours earlier. She assumed it was due to his being her friend and dismissed the thought from her mind. The light flush was obviously only due to the heat of a crowded bar.
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Post by Tamika Weir on Dec 31, 2010 22:31:25 GMT -8
Due to the crowd, Tamika's path to the door led her right past the bar. This did not help her in her attempts to remain calm, and she found herself constantly glancing at Micheal. "Don't turn around. Don't turn around. Don't turn around." Then suddenly a familiar voice called out, "Micheal!" This startled Tamika, which unfortunately for her, caused her to slip on a beer bottle someone had dropped on the floor. The bottle made Tamika completely lose her balance and fall into the back of the worst possible person in the world. Micheal.
"Sorry Micheal!" Tamika then tried to escape from the white suit man, but found that the crowd had boxed her in. So she decided to slip into a seat at the bar next to Micheal and wait for a break in the crowd. "Please, God, let me get out of this bar alive."
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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 1, 2011 0:15:13 GMT -8
When his drink was made, Michael took it, taking a ginger sip from the glass. He wasn't much of a drinker, to be honest, but it had been a very long, very difficult day. He kept his head down, praying he wouldn't be seen - it didn't even dawn on him that his suit was distinct, that there was just no way he wouldn't be seen -
...And then there was someone calling his name. Jumping a little, he snapped his gaze up, finally looking into the crowd...and then there was Ash. Oh dear. He reddened just a little, but before he could say anything at all, someone connected hard with his back. He gave a brief yelp - the sword under his jacket jamming against his spine - and jerked his head over to look at who had hit him....
Tamika.
Of course it was.
His eyes narrowed briefly before growing simply tired, his only answer to the redhead a mute shaking of the head and another, larger sip of his drink. He didn't want to start into that fight. Not again. Not so soon. He was trying to forget about everything for now...trying to relax, though he wasn't sure he could. Steadying himself, he turned about, looking towards Ash again with a nod of greeting.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 1, 2011 1:37:03 GMT -8
"Not at all, Emily!" York said, matter-of-factly. "Metabolisms tend to change as one gets older; you'd never know it to look at me now, but I was a pretty picky eater back then. Not only that, I was usually too busy running around, re-enacting scenes from old movies I'd watched, to have much of an interest in food... What little I consumed probably got burned off pretty quickly anyway. It's a wonder I didn't starve myself..."
He tilted his head and gave Emily a brief, slantwise smile. "Good thing Mom didn't have to put up with my fussiness forever, you know. I grew out of it." <York, something's comi->
Zach stopped at Ashlin's sudden departure towards the bar, and her proclamation of "Michael!", a mild shock after how quiet she'd been. This was followed by a convoluted Rube Goldberg-esque series of events, in which Tamika performed yet another cartoonish stunt right into the back of the elegant newcomer who had just taken a seat. York watched with an interest that abruptly turned into a sort of cold clarity, zeroing in on the stranger in the white suit as if a spotlight was centered on him... Zach was a bright blur of silent sonics... Better than radar at picking things up, Zach was... York turned back around and lowered his voice.
"Hey, Emily, Todd... Who's the new guy? And how long has Ashlin been after him?"
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Post by Atlas on Jan 1, 2011 8:20:06 GMT -8
Atlas had just finished up his meeting with Tamika and Dr. Karrde. Tamika tried to leave to avoid Dr. Seuss, though she was unsuccessful. He himself, on the other hand, had no real reason to disturb the man. "Stewart says he was having problems. I wonder if he'd end up getting drunk." he wondered.
Speaking of which, his own beer was empty as well. He placed the glass on the counter and asked for a refill. The bartender took the glass and placed it among the other used glasses. Reaching into a fridge, he pulled out a cold glass and filled it with fine amber ale.
He took the glass and returned to the table where Emily and her friends were. "Hey guys, I'm back. Mind if I take a seat here?"
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Post by Todd Thorne on Jan 1, 2011 13:05:59 GMT -8
He had given Emily a pleading look after York's massive order but to no avail.
Guess no help from that side
At least he had his credit card on him...he doubted his measly $40.03 would cover the future bill.
He listened to York's story about being a so called picky eater and wondered why that trait could not have stuck around...at least for tonight. Oh well.
When Space Cadet, aka hottie number two, suddenly jumped up from the table he wondered where the fire was. He followed her retreating form until she reached Mr. Stewart's aid by the bar. Looks like she knows him? He wondered if Mr. FBI was right, maybe she did have a thing for him?
Emily seemed to be in some sort a daze so Todd answered York. "That's Michael Tillotson, he works for Mr. Harry Stewart who owns half the town. I didn't realize she knew him though..."
Todd always thought Tillotson was a little odd with the whole rhyming gig, but had truthfully only seen him from a distance. His opinion of him was mainly based on what others had said around the office. Emily seemed to know more about him, but was never inclined to fill him in for some reason.
He laughed out loud when he saw Red run into him though. Poor girl looked terrified! Though if Red was now by Tillotson that meant...
The lawyer was coming their way and making a beeline for Space Cadet's vacant spot next to Emily! There wasn't any time for Todd to make a seat change! Now Lasseter was standing by the empty seat and asking to re join their party. Wonderful, just wonderful.
Well there really wasn't anything he could do about it now.
Todd smiled at the man, "Of course! We were just about to order some more food!" For an army he thought. "Would you like anything?"
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 1, 2011 14:17:05 GMT -8
Emily was surprised by Ash's sudden departure could only watch as she glided through the crowd like a leaf on the wind.
Now where is she off to?
Emily did a double take however on York's inquiry about how long the little lady had been chasing Michael. Her eyes widened and internally Emily let out a squeal of excitement. Ash likes Michael!?
A slow grin formed and within seconds her pupils dilated and her eyes glazed over as her mind became entranced by thoughts of Ashlin and Michael together. Her unfocused and glazed expression now reflected the flashing lights emanating from the bar's wall mounted televisions. In combination with the colorful and blinking lights of the line of dart games to the left in one could swear there were actual, literal, sparkles in her eyes.
Ashlin and Michael. Michael and Ashlin. They make the cutest couple!!! When did they meet? Was it love at first sight? Did Michael write her some sort of love sonate?
Oh Emily wished Ashlin would hurry back so she could ask her all of these urgent questions!
Emily was so caught up in her thoughts that Atlas' return to the table had startled her. She was quick to recover however and after shooting another glance towards the bar she said, "Atlas! Perfect timing! Look who's here to join all the fun!" She gave a big grin and pointed above the seated Agent York as if he was somehow hidden from Atlas' view.
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jan 1, 2011 15:20:35 GMT -8
"Hello Michael," she greeted with a small smile. "How are you feeling?" she tried to make her question as casual as possible, but she was sure at least a hint of her actual worry had shown through. She wasn't very good at hiding her emotions. He seemed tense, she noticed with a mental frown, maybe she could help somehow? She wished she knew how. Maybe if she brought him back to the table with her he'd be able to have some fun and forget whatever was bothering him! After all Emily and Todd had been so very kind to her so far, and she was sure they wouldn't mind one more. The group did seem to keep growing after all.
It was then that Ashlin noticed who was sitting next to Michael at the bar. "Oh hello Tamika." she said, greeting the woman she'd met just a little while ago with a cheery smile and a wave. While she was up she decided to order another shot of whiskey, her last having already been downed. "You should come sit with us Michael! You're coming back to the table too aren't you Tamika? It looks like Atlas is back now too." Without realizing it her expression had shifted to her puppy dog eyes, something she was unaware she actually had, but were rather lethal all the same.
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Post by Atlas on Jan 1, 2011 15:59:58 GMT -8
Atlas looked at where Emily was pointing. It was none other than Agent York. "Ahh, Agent York, good to see you. I hope the investigation is going well." he said to the man. "That Eye Spy story was really something last night. It reminded me of a couple of my own cases, though both of those weren't exactly pleasant..."
Atlas took a seat down next to Emily. He looked a bit somber. The memories of his nightmare were coming back to him, reminding him of how every case with the Crucifix Killer changed his life. He kept sipping his beer, hoping the alcohol would at least keep the memories at bay. At the very least, he try to fake an excited expression.
"I'll go with a fish and chips platter if you don't mind. I've heard that the fish and chips here are really good." he replied to Todd's question.
He looked up at the rest of them. "So what did I miss while I was gone. Besides the entrance of Agent York?"
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Post by Tamika Weir on Jan 1, 2011 16:11:32 GMT -8
Tamika turned toward Ash. Tamika really did not want to go back to the table. She didn't want to spend anymore time in this bar, and most certainly didn't want to spend anymore time with Micheal. But...the look Ash was giving her. It would be like shooting a puppy to say no to a face like that. Besides, this bar had plenty of people in it. There was no way Micheal could try to kill her with so many witnesses around.
"Sure Ash!" Tamika answered brightly. Then she headed over to the table and sat down next to Atlas. The puppy dog eye's still had hold over her which caused her to smile and say to Atlas, "I guess I'll be staying her a bit longer." Then she leaned back in her chair, while slowly the effect of those bright eyes slowly wore off.
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Post by Francis York Morgan on Jan 1, 2011 16:48:14 GMT -8
York was momentarily distracted from Todd's reply by the sight of Emily's face, which suddenly looked as if the light of Heaven itself was shining upon it. She snapped out of it at Atlas' arrival, but it left York wondering if there was something in the water at the 65 that he should send back to Washington labs for testing. He was still holding his glass in the air and squinting into it as the lawyer took a seat.
"Hullo, Atlas," he said, when he realized he was being spoken to. "The investigation is... going. I'd like to speak to you later about it, actually. There may be a few things you could help us with, but that can wait. I don't like to talk shop at the table if it's something current... Once it's all been neatly wrapped up with a bow on top, though, then it makes for some great stories. I'd be interested to hear about your previous cases someday; I'll bet they're a lot like the stuff we agents have to deal with, but with a courtroom drama flavor added! If you've ever seen The Accused with Jodie Foster, it-"
He broke off when he saw a familiar redhead wander over and sit next to Atlas. "And here comes Tamika! You managed to make it all the way here without pratfalling on a banana peel. Congratulations!"
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Post by Mister Stewart on Jan 1, 2011 20:15:37 GMT -8
His eyes slid to and fro as she asked how he was doing...that was a loaded question. What was he going to say? This was..not the ideal situation he was hoping to next meet Ash in. He was feeling pretty awful at this point...and his arm stung. He wasn't sure why. He didn't care to look. He shrugged a little, trying to think his answer over before he gave it.
"...I have had...a difficult day," he mumbled, his voice a bit raspy, "I came here hoping to...get away."
...And then Ash started the puppy dog eyes. He...really didn't want to go sit with all those people. Let alone with Tamika and Atlas, after his little...display earlier. But...the way she was looking at him...his stomach knotted, and he couldn't say why. He took a gulp of his drink, pretending for a moment to be interested in the sports flashing across the television screen. Maybe he could get out of this still? He could duck out, tactfully, get out of the bar, get back to the mansion...and....
No, she was still looking at him.
Damn it.
Somewhat uneasily, he nodded, stiffly beginning his walk over to take a seat at the table with everyone else, trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone.
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Post by Ashlin Thomas on Jan 1, 2011 20:44:32 GMT -8
Perking up when Michael agreed to come to their table she gave a little cheer, grabbed her whiskey, and skipped along beside Michael. "They've all been very nice to me." she told Michael as they made their way over. "Though Todd is rather confusing, he insisted on buying me my drink." She was frowning lightly in confusion as she said it. Really he didn't make any sense, at all. Ashlin was really quite pleased though so the frown didn't last long. She was making friends! And now Michael was here which someone made the situation all the better though she couldn't say quite why. Plopping back down at the table she smiled brightly at everyone.
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Post by Emily Wyatt on Jan 1, 2011 21:32:58 GMT -8
When Ash returned to the table with Michael in tow Emily's thoughts were going into overdrive. York was on to something...there had to be something going on between the two why else would Michael come sit at their table? She's never seen Michael away from the company of the mysterious Harry Stewart.
Ever.
Now here he was having a drink with them.
It has to be due to Ash.
She inwardly squealed again she wish she could take Ash aside and pepper her with questions. She was practically jumping in her seat from the excitement of a matchmaking opportunity. She saw Todd give her a "What the heck is wrong with you?" but she ignored him grinned and said.
"Michael! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you down to SWERY65? I didn't realize you and Ashlin were acquainted!" She leaned forward a bit and her grin widened as she glanced between the two.
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Post by Atlas on Jan 2, 2011 14:34:09 GMT -8
Atlas turned to Tamika and smiled "Excellent. Perhaps I'll get to see how good you are at darts!"
He sipped his beer. He couldn't wait for the fish and chips to come. He decided to have some words with York to pass the time. "Definitely. Admittedly, many real life court cases don't quite match up to the drama you see in the movies, but I have seen plenty of drama. And at time, I'd add my own theatrics just to spice things up, and to keep the jury on their feet." he mused.
When Michael and Ash returned to the table, Atlas looked worried. He didn't want Michael and Tamika to break out into an argument. He sat ready to intervene if this was the case.
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