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Joined: 16 Dec 2008
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Location: Cleveland, OH
Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:57 am
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Mrs. Willowsbark handed out the bowls in the pack's new home. Like in Colorado, every thursday was pasta night, and she'd be damned before she let some little thing like moving ruin that tradition. she gave a slight giggle as she remembered when she tried alfredo sauce instead of meat once. Everyone had eaten it, but they were utterly silent during the whole process. Later that night tony had told her the new golden rule. "If it doesn't have meat, it doesn't belong as dinner."
Cooking for this group could be such a chore.
Randall: "So i got the new company started. They'll be opening a plant in Spain next week, and then we'll start seeing some serious cash flow again."
Tony: "Thank the spirits."
Randall: "Tracy, how is that club working out?"
Tracy shook her head. "It's slow going, these damn Californians and their rules. I've got all the machines and the the space, as well as a promoter to get it all set up, but damn it all if I have to wait another 3 weeks before the permit is usable." She forcefully shakes her fist.
Tony laughed. "You mean you aren't sleeping with him to speed it up?" Julia cracked a smile.
Tracy glared at him. "What I do with my sex life is my own business." *she then mumbles, so that only julia can hear* "Even though I am, she still is taking forever with the paperwork."
After a hearty meal, the pack went upstairs to their rooms. The Willowsbarks had their own room, but everyone else just slept in the communal bed. Safer that way. Julia, of course, jumped back to wolf form as soon as dinner was over; even slept like that.
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