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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 18, 2012 18:47:06 GMT -5
"Well, you'd probably know if there was an obvious reason I'd object. Like if I was married."
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 19, 2012 20:34:26 GMT -5
"How could we have had unresolved sexual tension if you were married? What kind of guy do you think I am?!" Muzzle asks, clearly offended at the implication. He runs a hand over his stubbly chin in consternation.
This whole situation is just entirely awkward.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 19, 2012 20:37:53 GMT -5
"Someone I'd like to take me out for dinner and dancing and interesting times in the back of his Porsche," Petunia answers honestly.
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 21, 2012 18:44:56 GMT -5
"I'm not the kind of sleazebag who'd mess around with another man's girl, is what I meant," Muzzle huffs. Which, again, makes this whole situation entirely awkward for every Headmaster involved.
We need more inebriants.
Agreed.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 22, 2012 10:26:13 GMT -5
Rage jolts through her at the phrase 'another man's girl'. Petunia doesn't pause to examine it; she just glares and hisses in one of the Nebulan languages, "No one owns me."
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 23, 2012 18:56:04 GMT -5
Muzzle snaps back in the same language, "I never said anyone owned you! If you're in a commited relationship with someone then he's your guy and you're his gal!"
He grabs a drink forcefully from the waiter as he brings another round, downing it without looking at it, his eyes locked on Petunia's. There follows a coughing fit as a tiny umbrella gets caught in his throat and is expectorated. This is followed by Muzzle giving the waiter a look that is so dirty everyone in the room will need to shower.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 24, 2012 18:09:56 GMT -5
"Then say what you mean!" Petunia snaps, still speaking in Nebulan. "What is it with you people? None of you ever say what you mean! You just leave it to me to hack things out from context, then get ticked off when you don't understand me just as much as I don't understand you!"
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 25, 2012 15:01:37 GMT -5
"That's part of learning a new language and a new culture! It can be frustrating! Deal with it!" Muzzle snaps back, again in Nebulan, before dissolving into another coughing fit.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 26, 2012 8:35:23 GMT -5
"-What?" Suddenly, Petunia returns to English. She looks baffled and confused. "Adapt to a new culture? And what language was that? My- our native one?"
Muzzle's coughing draws a worried look from her. She slides from her side of the booth and into his. If he'll let her, she rubs slow, hard circles on his back. "Have some ice."
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Post by Nightbeat on Mar 28, 2012 17:05:29 GMT -5
Muzzle gives a last few coughs as Petunia starts rubbing his back. He is not the kind of guy who objects to women getting closer to him. He just half-expects them to pull a tiny pistol out of their garters at some point. "Damn umbrellas," he mutters, switching back to English as Petunia does. "My native language, not yours," he says, soothing his throat with additional alcohol.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 3, 2012 12:24:10 GMT -5
Fortunately for Muzzle, any attempts by Petunia to retrieve a pistol from her garter would be clearly telegraphed, since she'd have to get out of her pants first.
"Oh." Petunia tilts her head slightly. "English isn't my native language, either. It sits heavy on my tongue."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 5, 2012 11:41:41 GMT -5
Petunia is not to take off her pants in public. Muzzle forbids it. "That's right. English isn't your native language, but neither is what we were just speaking," he confirms.
The waiter has returned with another set of drinks. The bartender is hovering next to the phone to call a cab or an ambulance, with a first aid kit within easy reach. Because really, they've consumed a good bit of alcohol at this point.
Muzzle gives the hovering waiter a look accompanied by a sneer. It's the kind of look that says "Wassamatta, you've never seen an amnesiac robot before?" The waiter studiously avoids eye contact as he deposits two more drinks on the table. Each is one part vodka, one part tequila, two parts rum, and a twist of lime for flavor. The bartender is running out of ideas at this point.
Muzzle downs his drink quickly and stares accusingly at the empty glass.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 7, 2012 16:38:33 GMT -5
"Nor is Spanish or Quebec French." Petunia drinks her alcohol more sedately. The taste on this one is harsher than she likes, but wow, this place must really water their drinks. She doesn't feel even a little bit tipsy, and she and Muzzle have been packing it away. "They tried them at the hospital. They didn't feel right, either."
She stretches, glances around the bar, then stands. "Be right back."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 7, 2012 19:34:18 GMT -5
"Going to powder your nose?" Muzzle asks, watching Petunia get up. He quiets his honed detective instincts that tell him there might be a gun in the bathroom that has been placed there so she can murder him with it. They weren't planning to come here tonight, so that doesn't make sense.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 7, 2012 19:42:27 GMT -5
"Going to return the alcohol I borrowed," Petunia says breezily. Then she ambles off to the restroom.
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