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07-10-2011, 06:18 PM
"Right-o," Rose said. "I don't have much, anyways; I'm not exactly rich, or anything. In fact, my internship with you is all from scholarship money."
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Angel was at wit's end; there was no booze left, and she definitely needed some after dealing with the Mad Dog today... to call him 'horrible' would be a gross understatement, in her opinion.
Angel stopped when she went by Arkady's room and backed up, peeking in through the half-open door; why did he have a mini-fridge in his room? She glanced around surreptitiously, then dashed into his room and oepened the fridge and voila! She couldn't read cyrillic, but she was pretty da.mn sure that was vodka. Better yet, Russian vodka, which put all other types of vodka to shame.
She didn't hesitate and grabbed a bottle and gulped the drink straight from the bottle, relishing in the much-needed burn.
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