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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 28, 2007 15:59:48 GMT -5
*Rather than shaking hands, Lucy gave a friendly little wave. A keen observer would notice that one hand constantly held the coat closed*
"Yeah, 's 'ard, when work is scarce. But maybe there's a bar or a nice spot that won't mind my sort?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 16:11:52 GMT -5
"Wouldn't know, would I?" *he said, smiling eyes on Brandi.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 28, 2007 16:15:03 GMT -5
*Lucy pouted a bit*
"Nuthin'? No bars? This is Paris!"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 16:15:46 GMT -5
*Brandi smiled and shook her head.*
"Miss, if your looking for that sort of thing, there are plenty of bars around, the Golden Dragon, and Madame Dahlia's. I just ask that if you're pickin' them up, please don't bring them back here. Sometimes there are kids around."
*She smiled gently. As Sylvia's player, hooking didn't bother her, she just knew Faye would have hated it.*
"There's also a Hilton ((in the Residences subforum)) if you need a place to...talk shop."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Aug 28, 2007 16:19:07 GMT -5
*Lucy, now pacified* "Sounds good to me. I'll see what trouble I can find! Thanks for th' 'elp!" *So saying, she waved a goodbye to Crybaby and Brandi before heading back out the door *
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 16:22:53 GMT -5
"Anytime."
*Noting the absence of anyone else, Brandi slunk over to Cry-Baby and lifted up on her toes to kiss him softly. She whispered to him sultrily.*
"Big points. You just earned yourself a lot of them, Mister."
*She smiled wickedly and rested the mop against the wall so she could pull him closer by the soft leather lapels of his jacket. She drew her tongue across his lower lip.*
"So...when were you thinking of cashing them in?"
*She rubbed herself against him invitingly.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 17:34:45 GMT -5
"Is that so?" *he asked, his voice a little rough.* "I like my girls bad, not cheap."
*He kissed her soundly, then stepped unexpectedly away.*
"You got any beer?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 17:40:44 GMT -5
*Brandi stumbled slightly as he pulled away, having had had her weight so precariously balanced on him.*
"I...uhh...."
Not really.
"Yeah, sure. What'll you have?"
*She started toward the kitchen hoping he would decide before she got there and give her time to manifest it in the fridge.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 18:06:56 GMT -5
*Cry-baby shrugged.*
"Dunno. Just feel like a beer. Heinekin? Pabst Blue Ribbon?"
((Blue Velvet, anyone? I should totally start introducing David Lynch characters.))
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Post by Irene on Aug 28, 2007 18:08:49 GMT -5
((*Snerk*))
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Post by Brandi on Aug 28, 2007 18:12:25 GMT -5
((*tee hee*))
*Brandi suddenly wondered if she could manifest something she'd never seen before. It was worth a try. She looked like she had been struck by a migraine, but opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle, offering it to him.*
"This do?"
Man I hope I'm close.
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 28, 2007 21:12:53 GMT -5
*Cry-baby took the bottle. It *looked* like PBR, but he'd never seen it in a bottle before.*
"Hunh. Do things different in France."
*He popped the top off on the side of the counter and took a long pull on it. It wasn't as if he knew enough about beer to tell the difference between any two kinds; he just had a hankering for it suddenly, was all.*
"Thanks."
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Post by Brandi on Aug 29, 2007 5:46:14 GMT -5
*Brandi held her breath as he opened the bottle and took a swig. At his gratitude, she started up again with a gentle smile.*
"Your welcome."
*Something ached in her chest. It was almost like a sense of foreboding. She took a bottle of Coke from the fridge ((because glass bottled tastes the best)) and opened it as she move to the counter and pulled down a glass.*
"A drink actually does sound like a nice idea."
*She poured the Coke and pulled up a bottle of vanilla rum from the cabinet, adding a heavy splash. She put the rum away and grabbed a spoon, walking back to the table. She knew that booze was no way to solve problems, but she hoped one glass might take the edge off. She stirred the rum more evenly into her Coke, licked the spoon and set it on the table. Taking a sip, she tried to focus on why it was better than a beer and not why Cry-Baby was suddenly getting a hankering for them.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 29, 2007 10:34:17 GMT -5
*Cry-baby watched her move about the kitchen over the end of his bottle as he drank. Girl knew what she was about, he thought. And damn, but he was thirsty. He opened the fridge to retrieve another bottle.*
"Decent of you to know what I like," *he said.* "Don't know what I did without you. Didn't ever have it so good."
*He felt good. In a way... he maybe hadn't before. Powerful. Awake. Strong. If the beer had been in cans, he'd have crushed them.*
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Post by Brandi on Aug 29, 2007 17:29:21 GMT -5
*Brandi looked up from her thought over her glass. She offered a distracted smile.*
"I'm always happy to help. Just let me know what you need and you'll have it."
*She sighed and chugged half the glass in one gulp. The comforting didn't seem to be coming fast enough just yet.*
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