"Huh. I've always been more into the dystopian future genre"
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"As long as it's not a love story, In fine with it. Wanna order a drink?"
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"Aight, I'll be back. What do you drink?" [i]he asked, standing[/i]
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"A hard whiskey."
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"Liking you more and more" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning with 2 whiskeys, sitting across from you and putting them on the table, taking one [/b]
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Nora takes a swig, and looks at him. "I could say the same, love."
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[b]He takes a swig, before speaking. [/b] "so what else do you find fun, other than reading, writing and being hot as hell?"
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Nora smirks. "Getting drunk and exploring space."
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"Two of my favourite things, just with a lot more drinking than exploring"
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"I do both at the same time."
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"Damn, you sound like you'd be fun at parties"
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"I am, or at least I think I am."
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"If you have fun at a party, who the hell is to say you ain't fun?"
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"I like your thinking, Quincy."
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"I like to think my thinking is S-M-R-T smart" [b]he jokingly says[/b]
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Nora titters. "You're hysterical." She holds the bottle to her lips, and chugs until it's done. She puts it on the table, smiling.
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[b]He finishes his, and looks at her[/b] "Up for a round two?"
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"Read my mind."
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"Aye. I'll be back" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning again with 2 whiskeys, and he slides one to her, sitting [/b]
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Nora downs her whiskey in 30 seconds. She starts to get tipsy. "You're hot."
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"I ain't got a thing on you"
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"No you, mister. I'll get the next drink." Nora's legs wobble slightly as she walks to the bar, gets two whiskers and brings them back to the table, sliding one to Quincy.
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[b]He starts drinking, him not drunk in the slightest[/b]
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Nora tries as best as possible to hold her drinks. After 12, she grows very drunk. "Can we go back to the bunks, hunk?"
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"Aye, that's probably smart"
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"Thanks." Nora walks back to the bunks, being on her feet making her much less drunk. "Thanks for the company, Quincy. You're a great guy."