Justin Baptiste (Sep 26, 2011 11:27:23 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:34:18 PM)
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Justin Baptiste (Sep 26, 2011 11:37:37 PM)
*justin sits back at a table he is dressed in a blue pin strip shirt and black slacks with a tie *

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:38:15 PM)
*Tasha eners the club, after paying the toll to the man at the door. Her mood is instantly taken down by it. She looks like a stick-figurine in her glittering sleeveless dress that reaches her mid-thing and leaves her limbs bare, but in that classy way you could find in a magazine. Several thin golden and silver armbands pile on top of eachother on her forarms, jingling pleasantly while she moves a little stiff on the skyhigh stillettos - towards the bar.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:39:54 PM)
(lag alert)

Justin Baptiste (Sep 26, 2011 11:43:00 PM)
*eyes scan around the room and a disintersted look passes on his face and he rest his chin in his hand and stirs his drink*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:44:10 PM)
*Parks herself at the bar* Heyy Joe! *She greets whoever happens to be behind it tonight.* How goes? They don't serve frangelico anywhere in the Business district, can you imagine? I mean...they have the stuff, but not my way. Bring me one, will ya? And peanuts. *She places a thin women's handbagon the barcounter and begisn digging into it. Meanwhile, her head turns ta allowe her to cast a look around the place.* Monday night, eh?

Justin Baptiste (Sep 26, 2011 11:53:04 PM)
*stands and makes his way to the bar and waits for someone's attention when he gets it* Can I get the paper by chance?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:54:00 PM)
*Her hands blindly produce a thin wallet from the handbag, while her eyes scan the room and the few patrons within. Her eyes follow Justing, as he makes his way over, and give him an overall study.*

Justin Baptiste (Sep 26, 2011 11:55:04 PM)
*frowns as people take his abandoned booth his tone comes off as native of the big easy though tarnished from being away. He sits down at the bar and waits for the paper*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 26, 2011 11:57:43 PM)
*Her slim fingers bring a note out of the wallet, and she passes it to the tender behidn the bar when he brings her the drink and peanuts.* Thanks. *Then she slides her little tush up on a stool, the one that is closer to Justin than the one on the other side of her. She picks up the bag of penuts, and begins opening it, with an attempt to make as much noice with the pack as possible. Her eyes are seet on Justin again. Clear as crystals and curious.*