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Post by Julie-Anne Mae Fort on Nov 23, 2008 14:19:58 GMT -5
So this was New York City, huh? They can keep it. Julie-Anne Mae Fort could not even begin to describe the satisfaction she felt now that she was here where her...adversary, for lack of a better word, was hiding. Oh how sweet would revenge be...that is as soon as she would find the little cretin and bring her back to the gang. Walking through the autumn night, she came across a dingy-looking bar. Figuring she could use a drink or two, she walked inside and sat at the counter. A burly looking man (she supposed it to be the bartender) came up to her, washing a mug with a dirty old dish-rag. "What can I get for ya?" he asked gruffly. Julie-Anne smiled as she flipped a coin in the air and tossed it on the counter. "Surprise me," she mocked him. The bartender shrugged as he took the coin and went to go get whatever drink there was that would fit the price. And so Julie-Anne waited around the nearly empty bar, wondering what else would happen to her in this city. (A/N: All I got for now, but hey, at lease she's posting
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