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Lucas held the door open for Nadia.
"Come in," he said. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Water? Fruit?"
[ooc: I'm at work. I'm insane. And I'm bored. locked to, um, me.]
"Come in," he said. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Water? Fruit?"
[ooc: I'm at work. I'm insane. And I'm bored. locked to, um, me.]
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-31 10:14 pm (UTC)"I'll tell you what, Nadia. The boys on the floor are going to be leaving in a few days, and I'm going to need some more employees. You'll get a staff discount, and the money you need to buy music for real, instead of stealing it. Is it a deal?"
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:15 pm (UTC)"You want to hire me. For shoplifting." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:21 pm (UTC)[ooc: aaaand scene! That's right folks, shoplifting at Empire Records and Bidet will get you a job there. Or possibly run down through the streets like the dog you are. It's an either or proposition, really. After all, the owner is, obviously, entirely insane.]
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Date: 2006-01-31 10:26 pm (UTC)