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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 11, 2013 2:19:40 GMT
Nolan sighed softly in delight after taking a sip of his drink. He had been in need of a drink especially after that library incident. It felt humiliating when Pitch had somehow figured out that Nolan was a virgin. He guessed that the freaking male had mind reading powers too then. Or Nolan was just that damn obvious. What pissed of Nolan more is that Pitch had the nerve to say that he actually cared for him. It had really caught him off guard. He quickly took another swig of his drink, trying to fuzz up the memory.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 11, 2013 16:39:42 GMT
Pitch was in the corner, downing his fifth drink of the night. He didnt have the ability to get drunk but he enjoyed the taste of the alcohol. He didnt notice Nolan in the corner but his mind was clouded with other things. He sighed, walking up to the bar to get another drink and froze when he saw Nolan. "What are you doing here??" He snapped.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 11, 2013 16:48:04 GMT
Nolan groaned heavily in irritation when he heard Pitch, shooting him a glare. "What does it look like? This is a bar, Pitch, so I'm came here to drink!" Nolan snapped back, turning his head away to ignore the male.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 11, 2013 21:31:32 GMT
"For once you followed me somewhere," he muttered, "your presence annoys me and that stuff kills your brain cells. I doubt you have many to spare."
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 11, 2013 21:51:46 GMT
"Didn't even know you were even here." Nolan scowled darkly, rolling his eyes at Pitch. "Oh that's wonderful news that my presence annoys you. That means you'll leave me alone," Nolan grinned in delight, before taking another sip. "Che. Nice insult, boogeyman." Nolan wasn't in the mood to insult the man at all.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 11, 2013 21:55:37 GMT
"Nice complement," he shot back, resisting the urge to hit him. "Just stay out of my sight and I won't have to beat the shit out of you."
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 11, 2013 22:03:28 GMT
"Isn't the first time that I've been hurt physically at this bar," Nolan grumbled under his breath in annoyance "Che, does it look like I want to bother with you?" Nolan said blankly, as he leaned off the bar counter, heading towards a table.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 11, 2013 22:07:14 GMT
"Oh no you don't," he whispered, using his shadows to pull him back. "I'm sick and tired of you walking away from me! Walking away makes you a sissy. When are you going to be a man?"
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 11, 2013 22:51:31 GMT
Nolan gritted his anger, glaring at Pitch in anger. "This coming from the person who just said that my presence annoyed them? And to stay out of their sight!" Nolan retorted, his grip around the bottle tightened.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 12, 2013 1:35:09 GMT
Pitch used his mind to shatter the bottle, the glass cutting not Nolan's palm. "I've changed my mind."
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 12, 2013 1:49:03 GMT
Nolan hissed lightly in pain, shaking his hand lightly. "Would you make up your mind and stop changing it!" Nolan hissed in anger. "This is the second time I've been cut with glass!" Nolan chided, looking down at his hand in anger.
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 12, 2013 1:56:06 GMT
"Would you prefer something else?" He hissed, lifting up by the collar of his shirt. Pitch used all of his strength to throw Nolan against the bar.
(Aw shit.. Pitch is getting violent)
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 12, 2013 2:02:31 GMT
Nolan cried out in pain as he hit the bar hard. He clenched his jaw tightly in anger and pain. He quickly grabbed a bottle and swung it at Pitch. "Fuck off!"
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Post by Pitch|Oncie|Mavy|Dipper|Astrid on Sept 15, 2013 2:52:42 GMT
Pitch hissed in pain as the bottle collided with his face and he started to bleed. "You little.." He swung, his fist connecting with Nolan's temple.
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Post by Nolan/Guy/Flynn/Cale on Sept 15, 2013 3:14:14 GMT
Nolan cried out in pain as he pressed his hand to his temple. "S-Shit! You freaking started this, Pitch!" Nolan hissed, his vision slightly freaked up because of the hit to the temple. Nolan clumsily threw some more bottles on the counter at Pitch.
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How do you like being elevated off the ground, Pitch? *Pouts*
What kind of surgery was it?
Good lord! 
