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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:14 pm
Thank you. ^-^
What do you think of my attire? My sister gave me these clothes, saying the royal robes I wear back home would be too flashy. She said it went with my marksmanship.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:16 pm
oh dear you don't need to worry about flash around here...
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:18 pm
I see...
I like these, they're... interesting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:26 pm
Might I ask who wore such attire?
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:33 pm
you mean who wears what you are currently wearing?
I guess cowboys?... confused
I'm not exactly familiar with the culture here...
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:35 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:41 pm
It's just a word. Doesn't mean they were cow people at all.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:45 pm
no rather people who watched over cows that were used as food etc.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:46 pm
The skills used by cowboys were then used for other occupations, such as law enforcement and bounty hunting.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 2:50 pm
well ladies I must get going.
nice spending this time with you.
Take care
Thanks for the excellent wine.
*heads down to her room*
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:13 pm
*returns from small island...*
Got my little beach house site selected and an architect working on the drawings now. biggrin
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:15 pm
That's great, psihug. ^-^
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:17 pm
-drinks her expensive and fancy wine-
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:23 pm
*bursting through the doors, Icy finds the nearest table and collapses on top of it, dropping her purse, boots and whip on the floor, dripping water everywhere. Too tired to care, she closes her eyes and stretches her toes, pissed at herself for being so mesmerized by the storm last night that she took off with a dead phone, walking in stiletto boots.
Not wanting to fall asleep, again, in the bar, Icy tries to stand up. A little wobbly, she manages to get on her feet and head to the counter. Once there, she leans against the counter top, resting a bit. Pushing herself up right after a few minutes, Icy heads to the office, hoping Psyzapp picked the key she dropped up and placed it in there. Checking the drawers of the desk and the lost and found cabinets, no such luck.
Thinking that maybe Psyzapp took it with her, Icy goes back to the bar, going behind the counter and grabbing a bottle of Gentlemans Jack, the same one she picked last night, and uncaps it, swigging from the bottle first, then finding a glass and pouring a tall one up. Sitting at a table, Icy props her sore and tired feet up on the table and reclines her chair back on its hind legs, trying to relax and wait for Psyzapp to come back so she can break the news to her*
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 3:29 pm
-eyes the sopping wet girl with concern-
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