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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 18, 2009 23:00:14 GMT
She smiled, holding onto her hands, "Please try, these people mean so much to me. And I wouldn't exactly be friends with people that were nasty, would I?" she said, leaning in closer to her. "I'll show you the people that make me proud to be a person, and make me see the world as a wonderful bright sunny day, you hear?"
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Post by probie on Dec 18, 2009 23:03:45 GMT
Abigail nodded. "And then you get to come back to my apartment and we get to play horror games in the dark.." she said, in a deep, raspy voice. She smiled and stood.
"But before I meet anyone, I need a drink." She said, making her way to the bar. She ordered an amaretto sour and sipped on it as she made her way back to where Diane was waiting.
"Okay. Im as ready as Ill ever be.." she mumbled, grabbing her clutch with the deactivated phone in it.
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Post by Diane McLain on Dec 18, 2009 23:10:37 GMT
"Good idea..." She asked for a refill of her baileys, not minding that every kiss probably tasted sickly sweet from now on. "Alright, um, not sure where any of them are, though," she said, holding onto her hands and looking around. "We'll be fine..." she said, though mostly to herself. She was starting to feel extremely nervous.
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Post by probie on Dec 18, 2009 23:14:15 GMT
"'I carved your name into my arm so I would remember you.."' she sang quietly to herself. She downed that drink too, then got the hiccups.
"I really should stop chugging alchoholic drinks." she mumbled, her speech slightly slurred.
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