Finorse: Drake don't bite the poor mortals neck.
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Thread Topic: Finorse: Drake don't bite the poor mortals neck.
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*eyes widdenin surprise*
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Drake: Sorry.
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*blushes* it's ok
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Drake: Vincent will be passed out for 5 more hours so you want to get something to drink.
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Sure
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?: Did somebody say drinks?
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Uh....yeah?
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(yes im gonna put my name in here)
?: The names Dawson With the best whisky,beer & wine around -
Ok...?
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Dawson: yall plan on getting drunk?
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Maybe
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Drake: I guess.
Dawson: Blood? Vodka? whatever drink yall want.
Drake: blood!? -
Well I think Vince here will need blood when he wakes up
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Drake: Blood! how much?*smiles in a begging way*
Dawson:5$ per gallon
Drake: I'll buy 10.
Dawson: kay *makes exchange*
now how bout you ma'am? -
Eh...I take just two gallons of blood for vin here...
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