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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 1:35:16 GMT -5
Geez, that girl was hammered. He sent Mikhail a pained look. Couldn't they leave and like... screw again, or something?
"These," she gestured at the small group of men with one hand. "Are my boyfriends. All of them. Who needs stupid--" Hiccup. "--David."
The supposed boyfriends eyed each other warily. They didn't mind the title, as long as they got to take her, drunk, soft and willing, home with them, but they couldn't all take her home.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 30, 2008 1:38:53 GMT -5
Mikhail took a brief moment to squeeze Roarke's knee sympathetically. All right, Sam, sleepy-time it was.
"Well, darling, be that as it may, I believe it might be time for you to tell your dear boys that you'll call them in the morning, hmm?" He offered, rising, "Roarke, darling, would you help me get her home, hm~mm?" He asked as he glanced over his shoulder with a small, warm grin.
"Come along, Sam, love." He slid an arm underneath one of her shoulders, motioning for the other man to do the same.
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Post by Miss Jack on Nov 1, 2008 15:33:21 GMT -5
Roarke was happy to oblige and grabbed Samantha's other arm, helping her stand to her feet.
"Hey, what the hell man?" One of the guys stood up and glared at Mikhail.
"Where are we going?" Samantha said blearily. "I was having fun..."
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Post by Cozy on Nov 3, 2008 19:26:11 GMT -5
Mikhail shot the man who had risen a blistering glare. Really, do you want to fight all people I know over a one of my drunk friends? He silently questioned, raising his chin just slightly.
"Come along, darlings." He said easily, beginning to lead both of them out of the bar.
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