if you jump -immy- i will jump too

[Keegan Shawn O'Connor]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 521 TAGGED: IMMY NOTES: LOVE YOU LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]Oh god, it was posh. He knew it was fancy but... He was hoping it wasn't this fancy. People were all going to look at him like he didn't belong there. That's how people always looked at him, or at least, he convinced himself they did. Never the less his hand clung to the beautiful young woman that accompanied him. It was true that Keegan had got her there under false pretenses. He was kinda surprised she bought it, but it was thanks you his all too convincing daughter that he managed to convince Immy that he had to meet one of Tula's social workers. They were, according to Keegan's story at least, contacting him to talk about what would happen once Tula turned eighteen the following month. Keegan didn't know if such meeting was going to occur, he just assumed they'd stop paying him the money he got to foster her, not that he even cared about that, but this had nothing to do with Tula. Nothing at all. Keegan had, of his own free will, spent the day with his favourite little red head at the mall. His daughter was, until recently, the only reason you'd see him in a mall, and normally he was sat out on the 'dad couch' while his daughter hunted and brought him the occasional bag or asked him for a few dollars for this, that and the other. Todays hunt was for himself, that didn't mean he didn't buy his baby girl a new outfit and a slice of pizza for her troubles, but the main aim was to get something very special to go with the 'casual' suit. A certain sparkler, for a certain finger. To some, his engagement to Imogen Cast came as a surprise or was seen as 'too soon', but to Keegan, it was an inevitable part of his life, so what was the point of waiting? She made his life complete, just like he'd known within a matter of weeks that Tula was always going to be his little girl, he knew that he always wanted to be with Immy. Him asking her to marry him might have come up thanks to a misunderstanding, but that doesn't mean it didn't come from a genuine place. He wasn't sure if she even expected him too, but with his daughters help, Keegan was replacing the bit of Silver coated metal he'd been lent to propose with, with a real ring, a worthy ring, a ring that proved he was serious and that he loved this women. Now all he had to do was get her to the table without her kicking up a fuss. He said his name as he went into the restaurant, and guided his girl through the place, weaving around other tables and following the hostess to the table, pulling out a chair for Immy to sit down, pushing it in and then sat himself in front of her, taking his menu and starting to look at it, waiting to see how long it would take her to realize this was a table for two. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Imogen Cast]

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[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=text-transform: uppercase;font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px;color: #cccccc;padding: 2px;line-height: 20px;]it sounds like a carnival[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #cccccc;width: 100px; height: 100px;margin-bottom: 10px;margin-left: 2px;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; background-color: #ffd02c; color: #171717;]NOTES: blah blah notes TAGGED: blah blah people WORDS: ####[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;width: 350px; padding: 10px; color: #cccccc;] Marriage was not something Imogen had ever really thought about. When other little girls had been obsessed with the princess and her wedding , the gowns they were going to wear and the men they were going to marry, Imogen was having an affair was Ivon humanoff, a sculptor that seven year old immy worshipped. As she got older, her fascination with art had never wavered, and though the women around her had never lost interest in weddings, marriage, it had never once captured hers, not even when she started seeing her art teacher, whom she believed, wrongfully, she was madly in love with. No. Marriage was never something Immy had thought about or entertained. Until now. Now she had, attached to her a hand, a man like one she had only ever read about in books, a real prince. Sure, he might not live in a castle, with servants and maids, but he had a heart of gold and was, as far as she was concerned, the most amazing man she had ever met – she kindest, the most generous, and lets be serious here, certainly the most handsome. And now she was going to marry him, the metal band around her finger proclaiming to the world, or those who cared, that she was his for as long as he wanted to keep her, and that simple fact made the girl smile so brightly, she could take on the stars. Despite this, she was still surprised he wanted her to go with him to meet Tula’s social worker. Of course, she didn’t mind. In the few weeks she had been living with keegan, the girl had become a friend, a sister... practically a daughter, and Immy had never been happier. She was however a little surprised that keegan had worn a suit… and thus had dressed to match him in a little dress Tula had helped her pick out from the wall a week earlier. Now she squeezed his hand as they navigated round to the tables, and sat happily in her seat, taking a moment to look around the restaurant whilst he looked at his menu. There was something however, a little wrong, and it took a few minutes of her looking to see what was right in front of her face, and on the point of realisation, she leaned over the table to whisper to her love. ”Keegan? I think we’re at the wrong table… there’s only two seats!” [/style]

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[Keegan Shawn O'Connor]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 296 TAGGED: IMMY NOTES: LOVE YOU LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]The forgetful irish man wore a smirk as he scanned the menu. Truth be told he was struggling with it a little, the use of overly fancy words when you could just say 'steak' bewildered the virtually illiterate salesman. Even some of the things he could read seemed over the top and entirely unappetising to him. He half wondered for a moment if he shouldn't have taken the stunning brunette before him to the local chinese, after all, it was all you could eat for $8 and he knew they both liked it, but that wasn't the point of tonight. Tonight was supposed to be special, different.... memorable. Your average strapped irish honey wouldn't just take you to the nicest restraunt in town on a whim, oh no. And while Keegan resented the idea that he was 'average', he still abided by that rule. No. This was special. Tonight was special. She just didn't know it yet. "Hmm?" Keegan looked up at her over his menu, only his mildly tamed dark curls and just as dark eyes poking over for a moment before he lowed it back to the menu, looking around like he hadn't had this whole routine planned in his head. He looked around at the tables that sounded them, then at the empty spaces either side of himself and Immy where no places were set, nor would they realistically fit. Before even uttering a word, Keegan pulled his menu back up, calm and husky goidelic tones simply spewed out his response. "No. It's the right table." As he went back to trying to read. Playing games with her was one thing. Admitting he couldn't quite make heads nor tails of the menu? The ex-hunter wasn't ready for that. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Imogen Cast]

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[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=text-transform: uppercase;font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px;color: #cccccc;padding: 2px;line-height: 20px;]it sounds like a carnival[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #cccccc;width: 100px; height: 100px;margin-bottom: 10px;margin-left: 2px;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; background-color: #ffd02c; color: #171717;]NOTES: Love <3 TAGGED: Keegan WORDS: ####[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;width: 350px; padding: 10px; color: #cccccc;] Immy arched her eyebrows at the man sitting across the table, and looked once more at the table. Either the man they were meeting was some form of midget, for that was surely the only way he could ever possibly fit at the table, or he wasn’t staying for the actual dinner – more just nipping in to say hello. However, neither seemed very likely, but it wasn’t in Imogens nature to sit and pick to pieces what may simply be a rouse. She liked to take things as they came, and if this was a surprise? So be it. So instead she turned to her menu, opening it and looking down at the lilting writing in its swirly self importance, and tried to make sense of the French using the very little knowledge of 12th grade French class she had left. So far, she could just about make out that one of the dishes was fish, but that was currently the extent of her knowledge. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she narrowed her eyes at something that sounded tasty, but he got the impression it could potentially be something very off putting. Biting her lip, she leant over a little. Do you know French by any chance? The only thing I can work out I that number three is fish [/style]

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[Keegan Shawn O'Connor]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 465 TAGGED: IMMY NOTES: LOVE YOU LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]His eyes grew wide as she leaned over to speak to him. Looking at her, he had this total look of shock. He'd not been able to help it, it came over him so quickly that it appeared on his face like it had slapped him. Lowering his menu, his eyes hesitantly tore away from her for a second, only to look at the words he'd been unable to decipher. He gulped, his cheeks turning red for a moment as he fought off every other urge, every look that willed itself to spread across his face, and simply, almost stupidly he just blurted out. "It's french....?" He wasn't sure if it made him better or not. It made him feel generally stupid but being virtually illiterate had already done that and he knew, at least, that he wasn't part of a minority when admitting he didn't know french. It took a moment but he finally looked back to her, shaking his head. "I don't, sorry." Keegan didn't need that moment. Questioning if he was enough for her had already become a way of life to Keegan. The only thing that ever shut those niggling voices up was her, the way she touched him, the way she kissed him, the way she held onto him at night. She was so beautiful, and intelligent, and kind. All he could offer her was love, and safety, protection.... Apparently that was enough for her and Keegan wasn't going to question it again, partly cause he was worried if he did, she'd actually go, and he wasn't sure he could deal with that. His little girl was going to be leaving him soon and that was bad enough, he couldn't be alone again, he'd got to used to 'family' life. Too used to accidentally picking up shaving foam instead of his deodrant because no one could put things away, and sighing with relief when he saw tampons by the toilet because he knew his little girl wasn't knocked up, to going to shower and finding bra's hanging over the rail. Needless to say, Keegan wasn't meant to be the bachelor type, regardless of what his upbringing might have suggested. With a gentle sigh, he looked at the menu and then back at her again. "So... Do we close our eyes and point or.... what? By this point our options are fish or just asking for bread...." He really should have just taken her to the local chinese.... Why would you write your menus in french? Surely you just eliminate most of the population by making sure only the french speaking ate there. If a chinese restraunt started writing their menus in chinese, there'd probably be uproar. It was just double standards. Stupid posh bastards. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Imogen Cast]

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[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=text-transform: uppercase;font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px;color: #cccccc;padding: 2px;line-height: 20px;]it sounds like a carnival[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #cccccc;width: 100px; height: 100px;margin-bottom: 10px;margin-left: 2px;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; background-color: #ffd02c; color: #171717;]NOTES: Love <3 TAGGED: Keegan WORDS: ####[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;width: 350px; padding: 10px; color: #cccccc;] If immy could read thoughts, if she possessed that power instead of the ability to make inanimate objects come to life, she would have slapped the devishly handsome young man who sat across the table from her round the face for ever thinking the thoughts he did. Perhaps it was just one of those things, to perpetually feel like you are no good, or not good enough for the person you loved most in this world, for it was true that often, Immy felt like Keegan deserved far better than her. Someone, for example, who wouldn’t slip up and ask silly questions to make him doubt himself. Someone who didn’t make his daughter mad at them perhaps. Just someone better. Still, she grinned when he asked about it being French, and immy had to take another look at the menu to try and decide. For all she knew, it could be polish. Or Swahili. ”Now you ask that ‘;m not sure… It could be Italian? Though I think French is the optimal language choice for the pompous.” Immy giggled smiling happily at him – she may not be able to read the menu but the truth was the young woman was having fun. She had never stepped foot in a place like this before, and to do so with her fiancé no less made her feel very special. And the fact neither of them knew what anything was on the menu? For immy it wasn’t appoint of embarrassment, it was a moment of solidarity for two normal people against a world of upper-class twits. With a flash of her teeth she nodded, and laid her menu on the table. ”On three, just point your finger on the first thing you see, and we’ll have that okay? 1….2……3!” and on three, a promised, she bought her finger down on the first thing she saw on the menu…. Something with croq in it…. Oh shit… had she just picked gator? [/style]

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[Keegan Shawn O'Connor]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 266 TAGGED: IMMY NOTES: LOVE YOU LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]One thing was for sure.... Her smile was one of the most amazing things in the world to him. As she smiled... He couldn't help but smile too, the embarrassment he'd felt previously becoming replaced with the most supreme sense of...... Adoration. He wasn't sure if she was saying the menu could be italian to make him feel better or because she genuinely didn't know. It didn't matter. It was enough for him. He smiled in a way that matched hers, or as much as his crooked toothy grin could. He didn't smile very often, he was used to being dark and moody, a state of being that made more sense to him the more he found out about himself, but more than that, he always felt he looked stupid when he smiled. Smirking! Smirking was definitely superior to smiling or grinning. Definitely. He'd been joking about pointing, but the second Immy seemed into the idea, he gained a new amount of interest for it. Keegan readied his finger, twirling it a little and as she said THREE, his finger dropped, his eyes going to the menu and the dish his digit was on. He wasn't even going to pretend he could understand, he wasn't going to get into that awkward situation where waiter came over to him and he then had to admit it. Instead he twisted the menu, his finger still on it where it landed and pointed it at Immy. "There. We have a dish. Now... If I have to learn to say beer in French, I'm going home." [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Imogen Cast]

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[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=text-transform: uppercase;font-family: century gothic; font-size: 25px;color: #cccccc;padding: 2px;line-height: 20px;]it sounds like a carnival[/style] [STYLE=border: 3px solid #cccccc;width: 100px; height: 100px;margin-bottom: 10px;margin-left: 2px;][/style]

[atrb=vAlign, top][STYLE=margin: 10px 10px 0px 10px; padding: 5px; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 12px; background-color: #ffd02c; color: #171717;]NOTES: Love <3 TAGGED: Keegan WORDS: ####[/style][STYLE=text-align: justify;width: 350px; padding: 10px; color: #cccccc;] Well. She really hoped she hadn’t ordered a portion of gator, or for that matter, the family jewels of some poor, confused animal currently stalking the wild. Well… there was an idea to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Bleurgh. Looking down at what he had picked, she had to smiled. She was pretty sure it was something with pasta, but she couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, but she noted in anyway, so they could point it out to the waiter when he made his way over. Flicking her eyes back up from the menu, Immy smiled at his smirk – the way his lips tilted upwards, the sparkle it put in his eyes, it made her man seem mysterious, dangerous, and she loved it. Granted, that was because she knew that beneath the spark and dark broodiness, he was just a puppy. Her puppy, no less, and just that thought made the smile that already played on her lips that bit brighter. Laughing a little, Immy pushed a piece of her dark hair behind her ear and glanced around. She no longer thought they were meeting a social worker at least, but she was intrigued as to just why they were in a place like this – still. Imogen cast was not a naturally curious person, she accepted what she was told for gospel if it was told to her by one of the few people she trusted explicitly, so now she trusted he had a reason for being here, even if it wasn’t the reason she was originally told. ”Do you think this is one of those places where you have to flag down a waiter, or do you think its one of those places where you kinda… sit patiently and hope for the best? Maybe I should flash a little boob…” [/style]

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[Keegan Shawn O'Connor]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 266 TAGGED: IMMY NOTES: LOVE YOU LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;]If she'd called Keegan a puppy, he'd probably act like he resented it, claim to be a Rottweiler or something. Truth was, it was probably a compliment. While he didn't want to be seen as a push over, he liked the idea of being a place of safety for his girls. He wanted them to feel safe and secure. He wanted to be dependable, approachable and loving. He was still a Rottweiler in the bedroom so he wasn't completely bothered. Maybe if he was still the badass he was supposed to have been in another life, he'd have cared a little bit more, not that an Irish man could say 'bad ass', it just doesn't sound right. He chuckled to himself as she mentioned showing a little boob. Shaking his head he just simply said "As much as I love the world knowing how great my girls tits are, I dont think this is the place you can whack them out...." He looked around the restraunt waiting a moment before someone finally came to their table, placing down a basket of bread. Keegan ordered a beer and then left Immy to order for herself and once they were done, he disappeared, leaving Keegan to pick up a bread roll, tearing it open with his fingers. "Can you imagine coming to a place like this with Tula? She cant order off a menu in English... That being said, she speaks like... 9 languages." [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]