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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:24:33 GMT -5
*Thatcher held the door open to allow Satan to preceed him.*
"Age before beauty," *he said.* "Or in this case," *he added, catching her glance with a short bow of his head.* "They go united, madame."
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:25:58 GMT -5
*Satan walked in casually, taking in her surroundings. She sat sown on one of the couches*
"You live well. I'm impressed."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:28:25 GMT -5
"Is anything else a life worth living? I think not," *he replied.* "Can I offer you anything to drink?"
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:29:58 GMT -5
"Whatever you're having", *she replied smoothly*. "You live here alone?"
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:35:22 GMT -5
*Thatcher smoothly poured brandy into two exquisitely cut glasses and offered one to Satan, dismissing the servant who appeared silently at the door with a flash of his grey eyes.*
"I do everything alone."
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:37:06 GMT -5
*She gave a sultry smile as she sipped her brandy*
"I suppose that makes sense. One never knows who to trust these days."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:39:27 GMT -5
"And one's pleasure in anything is never enhanced by sharing," *stated Thatcher.* "Dividing attention to concern oneself with another's situation breaks the focus on personal enjoyment."
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:43:48 GMT -5
"Always?" *she asked, raising one eybrow*
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:45:10 GMT -5
*Thatcher met her gaze without flinching.* "Always."
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:46:24 GMT -5
"I see", *she said cooly.* "Then I suppose whatever benefit I may reap from our association I shall have to find myself."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:48:37 GMT -5
"It's always been every man--or woman--for themselves. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something," *said Thatcher lightly, calmly ripping off the Princess Bride.*
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:51:44 GMT -5
*Satan crossed her legs and finished her drink*
"And what is it that you hope to get out of me?"
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 22:54:12 GMT -5
"You think me such a fool as to place any hope whatsoever in hands such as yours?" *he asked with a wry grin.*
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Post by Satan on Apr 7, 2007 22:58:30 GMT -5
"I want to know your reason for this. As for your safety, I have no desire to harm you as yet. I am not entirely irrational."
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Post by Thatcher on Apr 7, 2007 23:03:07 GMT -5
*Thatcher shrugged, pacing about the room, stopping to stand behind the sofa where she sat.* "You said it yourself. I trust no one, not even--especially--you. That and I am as selfish a being as you shall ever come across." *He swallowed the last of his brandy and set the glass upon an ornate end table.*
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