Fill Please?
anonymous
October 4 2009, 20:55:35 UTC
I've posted up a couple requests, but not one has actually beendone. D: So if an Anon could make my day and fill this, I'd love you forever~ <3
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The small bar in the middle of Paris’ most popular nightspots wasn’t even open when he walked through the door, waving away the stuttering protests of the young woman who had been cleaning nearby tables.
However, the noise roused the bar owner who sauntered into the main room from his office with a fixed smile on his face, his shoulder length golden hair shining in the mid afternoon sun.
“Can I…” His words caught when he saw his visitor and he stopped; cocking his head to one side, “Well, well. It’s been a while hasn’t it, Arthur Kirkland?”
Arthur snorted, stepping forward and seating himself at the bar, “Just shut up and give me a drink Francis.”
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“What brings you here Arthur? Your little business on the side not booming?” Francis sat next to his old acquaintance with a glass of delicate French wine.
Arthur tossed back the remainder of his beer and slammed the bottle down on the counter. He gave the Frenchman a dark look, “Don’t bother. It’s doing much better than this quaint little pub of yours.”
The rapid staccato sound of bullets firing was almost a lullaby for Alfred. He had grown up in a rough neighbourhood where the inhabitants more often than not carried a weapon
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So if an Anon could make my day and fill this, I'd love you forever~ <3 ( ... )
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However, the noise roused the bar owner who sauntered into the main room from his office with a fixed smile on his face, his shoulder length golden hair shining in the mid afternoon sun.
“Can I…” His words caught when he saw his visitor and he stopped; cocking his head to one side, “Well, well. It’s been a while hasn’t it, Arthur Kirkland?”
Arthur snorted, stepping forward and seating himself at the bar, “Just shut up and give me a drink Francis.”
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“What brings you here Arthur? Your little business on the side not booming?” Francis sat next to his old acquaintance with a glass of delicate French wine.
Arthur tossed back the remainder of his beer and slammed the bottle down on the counter. He gave the Frenchman a dark look, “Don’t bother. It’s doing much better than this quaint little pub of yours.”
“It’s a bar mon ami, ( ... )
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