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cleo:

“And I’m anyone?” was her only reply, giving him a look. “You’re not gonna make me lead, are you?” With a wry look Cleo started to move them both slowly, not doing as well of a job getting him to follow her lead.

“Well, anyone means any person and person means human being, you aren’t a alien right?,” he said matter-of-factly as he twirled the girl. Sure it was an asshole-like reply but that was just him: like a switch he could go from asshole to likeable. Heaving a light sigh, he shook his head, thinking. "And here I am, dancing even though I said I wouldn't. I really do wonder how I get into these things," he said pulling her in.

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myra:

“The night is always young,” she agreed with a nod. “But, still, we should do something! I don’t want to be here just drinking and watching as things go by, so, if you have tons of ideas, tell me at least one.”

"No ideas besides the terrible things I have going in my head right now. Such as, cutting the bride's hair off and ordering so much wine that they have to run out at some point," he bit his lip. “Don’t think those make the cut on ideas.”

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thorhamilton:

“It’s still too late. I was in London with some friends. Thought the wedding was next weekend.”

"Well the only thing that was worth caring about aside from the fact that two people engaged in holy matrimony was the cake anyway. Had fun in London? I’ve been meaning to go up there but It’s pretty cold around this time.”

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cleo:

“You rather play possum than dance with me? I’m hurt,” she told him, feigning a tattered look. “Come on, now you’re just looking for an excuse to hold me. And I know an even better way to do that…” Cleo’s voice trailed off, guiding his hands to her hips, then wrapping her arms around his neck. “Look at that, we’re already halfway there.”

"I'd rather play possum than dance with anyone, that’s the beautiful traits every arse posses” the male groaned with a tiny frown, snorting as he heard he reply. “You’d wish, love. Only compiling so no one bothers to come and ask me, but there’s always the added plus of your smile, can’t forget about that.” Letting her guide his hands, he shook his head sheepishly.

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cleo:

“Sorry, wasn’t a question. You have no choice.” Cleo grabbed his hands and pulled, attempting to move him over to where everyone was dancing.

As he let himself get dragged to the dance floor, a wry smile twisted his lips. "No choice? I’ll just plop myself to the ground and get stepped on until ya give up. It may be a wedding but I’ll pick you up and hold you on my back until you surrender.”

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cassmaguire:

Here’s a little social experiment for you; I wonder how many people will notice that I’m here and walk around or give me a dirty look and tell me to move? 

"Even I'd tell your ass to move. Aren't ya the least bit cold, sporto?”

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thorhamilton:

“Shit, did I miss the wedding?”

"Only a day late, don't be hard on yourself ‘bout it. Why’d ya miss it?”

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Ѡ { Greer }

“So many thoughts, my goodness. Should I do more squats, maybe I should dye my hair all fiery like that? Bet a lass like you doesn’t stop gettin’ calls all day. I should buy you a drink or something before someone gets to you first.”

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myra:

“I’m willing to abandon on the idea of dancing if you have another suggestion for something we can do,” she reasoned and took a sip from her champagne. She had no idea how many of those she had already had, but, she wasn’t one to care either.

"I would say I have tons of ideas but I've been drinking this," he said shaking his crystal that held his current beverage. "about the time I got here. But the night's still young, right?"

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sierra:

“I think you’re just being too hard on yourself.“

"It's better than being a mindless dreamer, just the facts.”

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Ѡ

“Pfft, that’s like asking me to ask you for nudes.”

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Ѡ {Cleo}

”Don’t ever do that, that should be illegal, I wasn’t ready.”

“That’s not even fair Cleo, are you trying to turn me into a wanker, ya bloody assassin. I’m not even going to look at this again 'cause I can’t handle it, this is evil but it better not be a mistake. I dare ya to do that again.”

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{Myra} Ѡ

“I swear if you’re trying to teach me a lesson about doing shit and looking ridiculous… It’s totally not working. But I appreciate the nudes, I’ll disagree with you more often now, send more soon twinkle toes.

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Ѡ

"O-Oh, bloody Christ, yo-you just shouldn’t have, I might moan too loudly at the clinic.”

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Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

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Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooo Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

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myra-moore:

“So, basically you’re telling me you’ll give up on the idea of doing something you actually like or might enjoy, because of the thought of looking ridiculous or idiotic?” she asked while arching an eyebrow. “What would the harm of something like it be after all?”

"Can I cut ya right there mate? I did try it but hadn't particulary liked it. And yes, makes me feel ridiculous. Do ya want to feel like that, twinkle toes? Harmful to my brain and the memory of it all. I’m already getting a headache from the idea of it.”