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discedo_logs2010-06-28 10:25 pm
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FOR GREAT... JUSTICE....
Who: Nora (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
failhound) & Mutou Yuugi (dueling_hearts)
Where: Northern Lights Bar
When: Tonight... ish? Wat is timeline forever.
Rating: PG-13 for language or something
Summary: Nora sucks at poker. Yuugi is awesome at poker. Nora wants his clothes back -- with poker. This will not end well.
the log:
It was getting into the later hours of the night by the time Nora found his way to the unfamiliar bar tucked on the unfamiliar street in the damned unfamiliar city.
Between still fumbling his way around the communicator and the completely unhelpful map mocking him from the screen when he finally managed to call it up, it was a miracle he'd made it before the early hours of the morning. Not to mention the wind had picked up and he was a pretty pathetic-looking hunched creature under the half a curtain he'd managed to pick up by the time he got himself inside.
The one upside to this was that, even in a place as frequented as the Northern Lights, there was absolutely no way he could miss his opponent's haircut.
failhound) & Mutou Yuugi (dueling_hearts)Where: Northern Lights Bar
When: Tonight... ish? Wat is timeline forever.
Rating: PG-13 for language or something
Summary: Nora sucks at poker. Yuugi is awesome at poker. Nora wants his clothes back -- with poker. This will not end well.
the log:
It was getting into the later hours of the night by the time Nora found his way to the unfamiliar bar tucked on the unfamiliar street in the damned unfamiliar city.
Between still fumbling his way around the communicator and the completely unhelpful map mocking him from the screen when he finally managed to call it up, it was a miracle he'd made it before the early hours of the morning. Not to mention the wind had picked up and he was a pretty pathetic-looking hunched creature under the half a curtain he'd managed to pick up by the time he got himself inside.
The one upside to this was that, even in a place as frequented as the Northern Lights, there was absolutely no way he could miss his opponent's haircut.