Spike's Pub: Sunday night (the real post)

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue stalks into the pub, dressed to kill. She gets a beer from the bar, puts "Sin Wagon" on the juke box, and waits for the others to show up.

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Wow... how many you gonna have... You're not gonna be able to stand much longer, you know.

And I dunno if I'm gonna be able to carry you back.

::giggles:: I might have to strip you to get rid of the extra weight.

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue laughs. "Cally, le's be honest. You're gonna pass out before me, and I'm gonna have to carry YOU back!" She looks down at herself. "And 'sides, it's not like I'm wearin' all that much."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::stands up, defiantly::

I'm so gonna outlast you. And I'll bet on it. ::grin::

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, God."

[marieann-d.livejournal.com]

Rogue looks at her. "Oh, really? I bet you five dollars that I'm the one carryin' you home, and not the other way round." She giggles. "And the winner gets the loser's shirt. Ha!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::grins::

You are so on.

[ooc: And Cally is so gonna lose...]