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(OOC: Sorry for the double post, I had a friend emerg. I'll ttyl in like 15)
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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux. 
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(OCC: What timing, I have to go for 30 minutes, 45 tops anyway.)
George sat down, slightly blushing and holding Bridget's hand. "It's crazy how something like gunshot can lead to, well...this." The ambulance driver put the keys in the ignition, getting ready to drive.
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Bridget ran her lips down George's cheek, brushing lightly against his ear. Her look was intense. It was a dark look, sultry and sexy, yet somehow demonic.
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The ambulance driver looked back as he started driving off, with Blanche in the passenger seat. "What the heck did I just say? If you can't keep your pants on for two seconds, you can just walk the way. Have a little respect for the shot woman, at least." The driver looked upset, for the reasons he just explained.
George moved his arm around Bridget, hugging her as he said "As much as I would want to do that, he's right." He seemed to be a little sad, now looking at Cela. (OCC: Welcome back.)
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(OOC: Merci!) "Don't be impertinant, I wasn't wearing pants to begin with. Âne sourd-muet." She mumbled under her breath, giving him a dark look, clearly they weren't doing anything but playing. "You wouldn't have much of a problem if you could get something as good as me. The French are one of the most romantic people in the world."
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"Can it, lady. You're lucky that this woman needs attention, or I'd pull you out of this van myself. And for your information, I've been married for 20 years," the medical man said as he showed the french woman his wedding ring.
George turned to Bridget, saying "Please, let's not start any trouble. We need to get Cera to the hospital." (OCC: Not a problem.)
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"He started it," She mumbled childishly and grasped his hand gently. "Can I hold his hand or do I have to move to the other side of the van?"
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"Just keep yourselves under control, miss," the driver said with both of his hands on the wheel.
George moved closer to Bridget, "Don't worry, there'll be plenty of time for that later. For now, let's just relax. We should be glad that we didn't get shot and that Cela will be getting medical attention."
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(ooc: Is it too late to create a character?)
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Bridget pursed her lips, and nodded, she wasn't very partial to the driver. She thought about where they would stay for the night. She didn't want to sleep in the hospital and if the things between her and George were to progress she surely wouldn't want Blanche and Cera to be there to see it. She wasn't a prostitute, she prefers her privacy. "Where will be stay George?"
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Se blâment, vous dupent, pour toi a cassé mon coeur ainsi beaucoup de fois que je ne peux pas trouver les morceaux.
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