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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 29, 2007 17:32:06 GMT -5
"Reckon all I need it you, then," *he said. He didn't know how she did it; it was a wonder. But at the same time it was becoming almost... normal.*
"Hey now," *he said to her long gulp.* "You tryin' to best me?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 29, 2007 17:52:32 GMT -5
*Brandi looked up with a small smile and a shrug.*
"Why? You lookin' to race?"
*She finished her glass and stood, to make another. It was a casual motion, but it seemed to sooth her. She sipped it and set it on the counter, remaining standing and not looking back to him.*
"I'm just trying to not worry. That makes sense, right?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 30, 2007 1:27:13 GMT -5
*Cry-baby watched her for a moment, about as close as he ever got to "shrewd."*
"Sure," *he said. He could hardly lecture her, with his second beer in his hand.* "But what's there to worry about?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 30, 2007 5:54:09 GMT -5
The fact that you and War seem to not hate each other after all and you've taken up drinking beer.
*Brandi shrugged and stared into the sink.*
"I just kinda have a bad feeling about this. Like something's coming and I can't stop it."
*She lifted her glass to her lips.*
"I'm trying to not think about it instead."
*She couldn't look back at him, not like this. What if he started to take on other characteristics? What if he started to look like him or pick up other behaviors? What if they started playing poker every Saturday? Things may be even according to War, but making her worry hadn't been part of the arrangement. She seemed to rush to finish her second glass. It didn't seem to be helping.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 30, 2007 11:49:43 GMT -5
*Even as he absently started his third, he looked worriedly at Brandi.*
"Nothin's gonna happen," *he said gently, taking the glass from her hand.* "This ain't the answer; was this what had you stayin' at Jeremy's place that night? What's goin' on with you?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 30, 2007 11:58:16 GMT -5
*Brandi stared at the sink for a while. Biting her lip she turned to face him, looking like she was trying to not look wounded.*
"I needed someone to talk to. I felt like there was nothing I could do...about a lot of things."
*She took the beer from him and swigged it before handing it back to him.*
"I don't want to think about the things I can't change. Are you offering me another form of distraction?"
*The words should have been lusty, but they were strangely hopeful and innocent.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 30, 2007 18:24:46 GMT -5
*He put the beer down on the counter.*
"Everyone's lookin' for distraction," *he said, running a hand through her hair.* "Didn't know you had it so bad."
*It was his turn to try not to look wounded.*
"What can I do, baby?"
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Post by Brandi on Aug 30, 2007 19:12:02 GMT -5
*Brandi looked up at him. He was still in there... she was lost in his eyes. She smiled faintly.*
"Just..."
don't remind me of him...
*Things didn't seem so clear all the sudden. Her knees buckled and she threw her arms around his neck to catch herself, locking her lips on his.*
Just be you. Please, just be you.
*She pressed him hard against the counter.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Aug 31, 2007 19:40:08 GMT -5
*He didn't stay surprised for long. Cry-baby returned her kiss, the fire no less hot for his current accustomization to her touch. Soon he flipped them so it was her against the counter, him assaulting her senses.
This, he could do for her.*
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Post by Brandi on Sept 3, 2007 7:16:29 GMT -5
*The sensation was more intoxicating than the booze. Brandi was pulling against his jacket, her other hand in his hair, forcing him hard against her lips. She sucked at his hungrily, although it wasn't too clear what was driving her need. Her mind was muddled and it reduced her to simple desires. Moving her lips for a moment, she whispered hotly against his ear.*
"Take me upstairs."
*Even as she did so, her backside wiggled up onto the counter and one leg wrapped around his waist, pulling his hips flush against hers.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Sept 4, 2007 10:47:08 GMT -5
*Cry-baby grinned wolfishly against her skin as he hoisted her other leg around him and carried her upstairs. He felt strong, powerful, immortal. And yet clear-headed; he didn't feel at all impaired by the beer. Oh well, it'd only been three.
He kicked Brandi's door open and then shut behind them before he deposited Brandi on the bed.*
"Was there anything you wanted up here?"
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Post by Brandi on Sept 4, 2007 11:35:50 GMT -5
*Brandi pulled at his jacket, trying to drag him on the bed with her. Her diction was starting to slur a bit, making her Texan accent much more apparent as she purred lustfully.*
"You. Naked. Now."
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Post by Cry Baby on Sept 4, 2007 11:49:29 GMT -5
"Happy to oblige, m'am," *he said, delighting in her interest in him. Wasn't half bad, having a girl like her warm and willing. Good girl, good bike and no pigs; it was a JD's wildest dream.
He disengaged her hands from his jacket so he could shuck it off.*
"You too. Clothes, off."
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Post by Brandi on Sept 4, 2007 12:00:20 GMT -5
*Brandi bit her lip and smiled. She liked it when he knew what he wanted. It was strange, but welcome. She was quick to comply, struggling slightly with the buttons of her dress, finally giving up and tugging it open, sending the last few buttons scattering on the floor. She wiggled out of the fabric and lowered her gaze coyly.*
"Better?"
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Post by Cry Baby on Sept 4, 2007 13:32:07 GMT -5
"You're beautiful any which way, baby. But for my purposes, this suits you fine."
*He backed her against the dresser, lifting her on top of it. The bed could wait.*
**FADE OUT**
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