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Role-Playing Club [5:00PM FHT]

"Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of club for a few weeks. Today? We're going to be rping over AIM. It's pretty much the same as the real person last time, only you have to give the person you're playing with some narrative since they can't actually see you. The hat's right here, I uh, kinda went nuts with the sci fi shows, but there's plenty of others as well.

Oh, foods in the back and stuff. You can use your regular aim handle or create one just for your character for today."

[ooc: Same rules as last time. Sorry for the lateness.]

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bitterwoman: scotch, on the rocks. *eyed Captain Peter carefully*

Annette knew about the scotch because it was what her mother always drinks. When she drinks. Which might have been more often than not. Maybe.

CapnTagg3rt: Direct. Classy. I like that. *He puts his elbow on the bar, sexily*

John was totally grining like an idiot.

bitterwoman: *puts her 4 inch heel on the bottom rung of his stool* You should add bitchy to that too, Captain. Wouldn't want you to think I'm perfect. *sly wink*

CapnTagg3rt: *Turns slightly to have his tailored uniform hug his torso like a second skin of manful testosterone.* I wouldn't have it any other way. *He grins and raises his glass to salute her*

bitterwoman: *arches brow at the toast and downs her scotch* Nothing like it. You might serve a purpose after all, Captain Peter.

CapnTagg3rt: And what purpose would that be? *he signals the barkeep for another*

bitterwoman: *she reaches for her fresh scotch* To buy me drinks of course. A woman such as I shouldn't have to buy my own. *she clucked her tongue and downed her second scotch*

CapnTagg3rt: I'm sure I can fulfill more than just one purpose for you, then. *He downs his drink and signals the barkeep for her third and his second*

bitterwoman: *giggles* Oh, I am sure you can. You can provide me hours of entertainment. *starts singing and leans towards him* Peter Peter pumpkin eater...*more giggling and takes her third scotch in her hand* Toast to me?

CapnTagg3rt: Toast to the lady! May your whip always strike true and your feet find solid ground. *He raises the glass to clink against hers, leaning in*

bitterwoman: *clink clink! Down the hatch it went* My feet will always find solid ground, Capn Pete. And my whip will so whip your ass.

Hee. Hee. Annette might be having too much fun being someone else. She wondered what student this was.

CapnTagg3rt: *Matches her drink, nods for another round* Bring it on. I live for danger.

John really hopes this isn't BRoots.

bitterwoman: Danger is my middle name little boy. Bow to my greatness. *takes drink and swallows it down*

CapnTagg3rt: Lady, I could bow to you all night long. *drains drink, signals for another.*

bitterwoman: *might be swaying on her stool a little by now* It's because of my heels, isn't it? *takes her pointy-toed heel and plants it between his legs, on the edge of his stool*

CapnTagg3rt: I do love a woman in stilettos. *He caresses the boot* And tall boots. *He works his hands a bit farther up*

bitterwoman: *glowers* Are you stroking my boot Capn Pete? "downs her drink* these were exp'sive boots.

CapnTagg3rt: *flashes winsome smile* I bet they are. Well polished. *sexy manpose* I could use a woman like you on my ship.

bitterwoman: *might notice sexy manpose* You'd have to offer me something pretty great, to get me on it. Then I'd have to be Capn, Capn. I don't do favors. I'm bitter.

CapnTagg3rt: *more sexy manpose* Bitter things are my favorite. And I can offer a lot. It's a big ship. Private quarters, stocked kitchen, me. *he admires her boots. and whip.*

bitterwoman: These are my boots. I don't ever want to see you wearing them. And I'm very bitter. Get the hell away from me. *leans forward*

CapnTagg3rt: How 'bout we turn that bitter into bittersweet? *He leans forward, hands still on her boot*

Bitterwoman: Bittersweet could work. If it's the good kind but still leaves me bitter in the end, because that is a must. *eyes his hands on her boot* Like it do you?

CapnTagg3rt: I'll make it bitter, then sweet, and bitter again just for you. Like chocolate. *Moves his hands to her knee* I do. Do you?

Bitterwoman: Sounds tempting, I must admit Peter Capn. *looked down at his hands* I do. I bought them you know and my taste in these sorts of things is excellent.

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