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Post by Teacakes on Jun 9, 2014 20:26:54 GMT
With one small stroke on the matchbox, the matchstick caught a spark. He covered the flame with his hand in case any draft would extinguish it and lit a candle which was placed in the middle of the dining table, allowing the bright orange glow to bath the once darkened area. Luke slumped down in one of the chairs, and with a gesture of his hand, he invited Kenny over to join him.
The older man clutched a bottle of whiskey in his hand as he sat down in the chair across from Luke, taking large swigs of the alcohol. "Are you sure you should be drinking?" Luke asked "Especially at a time like this"
"It helps with the pain" Kenny replied, gesturing at his damaged eye "Probably the best medicine you'll ever find"
"Fair enough"
"Do you want some?" Kenny asked, holding the bottle out.
"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Luke responded.
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Post by Teacakes on Jun 9, 2014 20:27:21 GMT
I may or may not edit this today. Just wanted to make a mini update.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jun 9, 2014 20:29:38 GMT
Ok.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 7:46:26 GMT
So...ready?
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Post by Teacakes on Jun 21, 2014 7:49:26 GMT
Ready for what?
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Post by Teacakes on Jun 21, 2014 10:51:50 GMT
I have no idea.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 22:06:32 GMT
Penis.what do yo think!your fic!it ready yet?
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Post by Teacakes on Jun 27, 2014 7:36:50 GMT
No. I've been busy. And lazy.
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