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[Bendytimed to directly after Ves' post]
Luke caught up to Mara, jogging across the sand to put a hand on her shoulder. Worry was etched on every line of his face (and at over six decades, there were a fair few), and carried through a thread in his voice when he spoke.
"What's going on?" he asked, brows drawn together and blue eyes fretful. "Mara, what just happened?"
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"What's going on?" he asked, brows drawn together and blue eyes fretful. "Mara, what just happened?"
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"Why does the beer have floating pieces of white-" he was about to say something he regretted in front of the women, bit his tongue and continued "white...stuff in it?" She gave him a look back, shrugging.
"Sir, this is a root beer float. Would you like me to come back with a normal beer?" The scoundrel looked at the so called root beer again, his eyes dotting between the glass and the waitress before he spoke.
"I'll keep this too." He might as well try it, since he had paid for it.
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She took a long sip of her drink.
"You're still not a drinker," she cooed toward the other side of the table.
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She picked up her drink with her free hand and sipped at it, raising her eyebrows. Tasty.
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He thumbed through the menu again, looking at the food, rubbing his thumb against Mara's hand idly as he thought. "Honestly, after today I think I could eat a whole nerf by myself."
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After this whole root beer fiasco, he wasn't about to take a food choice that somehow ended him with something terrible or live animals. "The pictures aren't helping either...am I reading correctly, or does this menu claim to have dino ribs (http://gastronomist.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/flintstones_ribs.jpg)?"