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[teetheyes]

I used to tend in New York City, and you know what's the hardest part about being a bartender? It's figuring out who's drunk and who's just plain stupid.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[nods]

If it gets any heavier we're not getting home tonight.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

And that would be a bad thing?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No. It wouldn't.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Upnod to the sword.]

Is that your final answer?

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Today?

Yeah. It is.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Watching Blue a moment. Not quite as chipper tonight.]

I picked the time. You pick the venue.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Snow. I want to fight in the snow.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Whatever your heart--wants.

[Trip in his speech, not wanting to say that word.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[holds up the sword - it's a long broadsword, but lacks artistry]

I'm borrowing one of Haven's swords. Not the Vorpal Blade.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Good to know. [Shrugging his jacket off and removing two blades.]

[Flipping the balisong open with ease.]

Made in Japan.

[Unsheathing a simple long knife.]

Made in Germany.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[won't take off his jacket, but he's taking a stance]

Forged by Weyland Smith.

[goes in for a quick strike]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Who wants that leather nicked? Not Cori!]

Hff!

[Parrying with Germany and going for an arm slash with Japan.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[twist away and a duck, then a blow towards the side]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Ducking under the strike in a twist, leg sliding out to sweep at Blue's feet.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[jumps up to avoid the sweep, and uses Cori's shoulders as a touchboard to land behind him with a slice aimed at his leg]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Quick flip forward, blade almost cutting his heels. Whirl around!]

Lighter and lither.

[Remarking in praise.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Don't stop.

[goes in again, his eyes are dangerous now]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Not expecting a significantly short breather. Another parry with Germany as he flips Japan in his hand and slashes across for Blue's chest.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[slips the sword just in time to parry Japan, and twists with it, taking the risk of being open for the moment to go for Cori's shoulder]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Rather than slash at his shoulder, Cori mirrors Blue's stance and lunges forward to shove him to the snowy ground.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[tumbles backwards and hissed as he goes head-over-heels to land back on his hands and knees, then scrambles up fast, slipping against the snow but aiming for another swipe across the chest]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Serious business. He jumps back out of range, but too far to counter blow with his knives. He ducks within range again and twists to slash Blue's thigh, back open to attack.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[parries the slash to the leg and twists, going for Cori's open back]

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[First blood! He catches the edge of the sword on his shoulder, opening a clean two inch cut. Backing away again, to resize Blue up.]

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[takes a gulping breath]

Don't stop, Cori, don't stop!

[flicks the blood off the sword and keeps going]