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Whew, Key Largo! I logged it all!

Online Host

*** You are in room “Key Largo” ***

Johnny:Hey, dollface. What’ll ya have?

Frankie:::turning:: You talkin’ to me?

Johnny:Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you. You see any other good-lookin’ broads in here?

Frankie:::giving you a long even look:: And how many times have you used *that* line? ::lazy smile::

Johnny:How often you give a slow turn like that? ::small twitch of lips::

Frankie:::slow smile:: Only when I’m expectin’ to see something I like.

Johnny:And did ya?

Frankie:::nodding:: Oh, yeah.

Johnny:So, whaddya drinkin’?

Frankie:::pulling out a cigarette:: Comfort and coke. Light on the coke.

Johnny:Comin’ right up.

Frankie:::looking deep into your eyes::

Johnny:::looking into your eyes, lighting cigarette:: So what brings you to these parts?

Frankie:::shrugging:: Maybe I heard the ponies are runnin’ sweet… then again… maybe I’m the one who’s runnin.

Johnny:You got a weakness for ponies? Or runnin’?

Frankie:::throwing my head back laughing:: Right now, I’ve got a weakness for good-looking butches.

Johnny:::ducking head:: Is that right? ::sly smile:: Kinda bold, ain’tcha sister?

///GOOD EVENING, EVERYTHING ALL RIGHT?///

Johnny:Oh, sure sure, it’s all right.

Frankie:::turning:: Hello, Eye… yeah, me and my… escort, we’re fine.

Johnny:Nothin’ doing here, Eye.

///FINE. HAVE A NICE ONE. LOVE THAT MOVIE!///

Eye has left the room

Johnny:Movie? Oh, the room name… Jesus! Must’ve followed ya in.

Frankie:Scratch?

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