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<blockquote data-quote="yangnome" data-source="post: 2628403" data-attributes="member: 7413">Demetrie is a bit startled, and flinches a bit, when Smitts’ head bounces forward from Esther’s kick.&nbsp; Before he can react though, the gang turns tail and heads out of the bar.&nbsp; Demetrie readjusts his hat and pulls on the maroon silk lapels of his jacket, straightening it out.“Now, who was the one who turn-tailed and run away while pissing their pants?” Demetrie called after Smitts and his gang in a moment of bravado.Demetrie turned back toward the bar and the rest of the crowd.&nbsp; “Why I haven’t seen a hasty retreat like that since I was back on Athens.&nbsp; Like I said, we’d been pinned down, but gorram it, we fought through and chased those purple bellies off….” Demetrie’s story let his story fade as the crowd began congratulating those involved in the tussle.&nbsp; Demetrie picked up a drink off of the bar, and hoisted it in the air, “To free men everywhere!&nbsp; Their sheer numbers might have won them the war, but they’ll never kill our spirit!”With that, he downed the shot glass and slammed the glass back on the table.&nbsp; “One of your finest please, Scotts.”While waiting for his drink to be poured, Demetrie looked around the bar.&nbsp; His eyes met Esther’s.&nbsp; He looked on her for a moment, and then winked before turning back to the bar and his fresh drink.&nbsp; He picked it up and tipped his glass towards her before knocking it back.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="yangnome, post: 2628403, member: 7413"] Demetrie is a bit startled, and flinches a bit, when Smitts’ head bounces forward from Esther’s kick. Before he can react though, the gang turns tail and heads out of the bar. Demetrie readjusts his hat and pulls on the maroon silk lapels of his jacket, straightening it out. “Now, who was the one who turn-tailed and run away while pissing their pants?” Demetrie called after Smitts and his gang in a moment of bravado. Demetrie turned back toward the bar and the rest of the crowd. “Why I haven’t seen a hasty retreat like that since I was back on Athens. Like I said, we’d been pinned down, but gorram it, we fought through and chased those purple bellies off….” Demetrie’s story let his story fade as the crowd began congratulating those involved in the tussle. Demetrie picked up a drink off of the bar, and hoisted it in the air, “To free men everywhere! Their sheer numbers might have won them the war, but they’ll never kill our spirit!” With that, he downed the shot glass and slammed the glass back on the table. “One of your finest please, Scotts.” While waiting for his drink to be poured, Demetrie looked around the bar. His eyes met Esther’s. He looked on her for a moment, and then winked before turning back to the bar and his fresh drink. He picked it up and tipped his glass towards her before knocking it back. [/QUOTE]

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