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	"A few books, not too many. You?"
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	"Reading buff. I'm also a writer. Though I'm shit at it."
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	"Ah, believe me, I'm likely a hell of a lot worse" [b]he says, chuckling[/b]
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	Nora laughs as well. "I write science fiction. And read it, too."
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	"Huh. I've always been more into the dystopian future genre"
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	"As long as it's not a love story, In fine with it. Wanna order a drink?"
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	"Aight, I'll be back. What do you drink?" [i]he asked, standing[/i]
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	"A hard whiskey."
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	"Liking you more and more" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning with 2 whiskeys, sitting across from you and putting them on the table, taking one [/b]
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	Nora takes a swig, and looks at him. "I could say the same, love."
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	[b]He takes a swig, before speaking. [/b] "so what else do you find fun, other than reading, writing and being hot as hell?"
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	Nora smirks. "Getting drunk and exploring space."
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	"Two of my favourite things, just with a lot more drinking than exploring"
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	"I do both at the same time."
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	"Damn, you sound like you'd be fun at parties"
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	"I am, or at least I think I am."
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	"If you have fun at a party, who the hell is to say you ain't fun?"
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	"I like your thinking, Quincy."
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	"I like to think my thinking is S-M-R-T smart" [b]he jokingly says[/b]
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	Nora titters. "You're hysterical." She holds the bottle to her lips, and chugs until it's done. She puts it on the table, smiling.
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	[b]He finishes his, and looks at her[/b] "Up for a round two?"
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	"Read my mind."
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	"Aye. I'll be back" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning again with 2 whiskeys, and he slides one to her, sitting [/b]
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	Nora downs her whiskey in 30 seconds. She starts to get tipsy. "You're hot."
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	"I ain't got a thing on you"