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New York City
By: Harper Date: February 25, 2013, 11:14 pm
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Re: New York City
By: HadesLamont Date: February 25, 2013, 11:50 pm
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Hades lifted his eyes to the skies. It was the middle of the
night and in New York City. Who knew that Hades would be in the
big apple? Certainly not him. He let his eyes travel over the
amount of people who still walked around this time of night, but
then he could expect that. It was New York, the city that never
sleeps. Or was that a different city? He shrugged off the
thought and walked down the street in his thin black shirt and
holey jeans. His converse patted against the ground as he
walked, and his hair blew in front of his eyes ever so often.
The lightness of his emerald eyes stared into each pair of girly
flesh that came by him. It made him have a smirk upon his lips
as he walked forward down into the square. Cars were still
passing him and he dug his hands into his pockets, looking at
those who were around him. The many different advertisements,
and the many different lights that were on inside different
buildings. People did work late here didn't they? He turned his
head, hearing the many different car horns and the flashes of
taxis surrounding him. Perhaps he would get a taxi to a random
club around town. Perhaps he could see which one he should
definitely see.
Or...He could talk to his hook up. Pulling out his phone, he
dialed the number of his friend and let the phone ring until he
could hear a voice on the other line. "Hades! My man! Where are
youuu?" The speaker asked in a laughter of tone. He smiled into
the mic as if she could actually see him. "Carrie, tell me.
Where are you? Since you are the major partier here in the big
apple." He said with a smirk. It didn't take her long to give
her the address of the newest bar that would have a very
beautiful view as well as the hottest crowd to date. He smiled
and closed his phone, not really much for saying byes, and
headed toward the The Watering Tower, a rooftop bar that was
filled with raging people. He hoped he didn't die tonight, but
man that would be a way to die. The way to die. He laughed to
himself as he winked to a group of girls who walked by him
before he went into the building and made his way up, telling
the guards who were watching over them his hookup's name and
they nodded their head, and let him in without much else of a
word. He knew that he should have dressed a little better, but
by the end of the night. The ladies wouldn't even care if he was
wearing a chicken suit. Drinks...all around. All the time..
Lovely.
He stepped into the crowd, getting a scent of the chlorine, and
the sweat of the dancers of people around him. he could
practically feel his clothes getting wet, but there was a
sweeping breeze over the rooftop bar that he found himself
comfortable. The warm for New York City weather spread over him
and he smiled toward the girls who passed him. He stepped into a
group of them, stepping into the beat of the loud bass pounding
music and closing his eyes as he felt their rear against his
front. Oh it had been a while since he had felt a good dancer
against him. He wrapped his arms around her, following suit
until he caught sight of a man coming toward them. He shrugged
his shoulders and released her and stepped farther into the
crowd with a smile on his face. Tonight was going to be crazy.
Being handed drinks, he took them in, and soon there would be
nothing but tipsiness, right? "Carrie!" He said, catching sight
of his hookup and immediately he was brought into embraces.
"Hades darling! You made it."
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Re: New York City
By: Harper Date: February 26, 2013, 12:09 pm
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Anasela ran her forearm across her lips before straightening
herself out, looking down at the mess in the toilet that she
wouldn't have claimed had it been out on the deck, in front of
everyone. The woman lifted her leg and shoved the heel of her
combat boot against the knob, listening to the echo of the
toilet flushing before twisting around and pushing through the
stall door. Once she got to the sink that was the real
challenge. Anasela leaned forward at least three times, her
fingers just barely missing the small handle that was provided
for the sink. Hell, this bathroom seemed as big as her apartment
downtown. After measuring her depth perception just right and
being able to turn the sink on, she bent down to cup her hands,
filling them with water and then gratefully bringing the cool
liquid up to her face; water-proof make up hasn’t failed her
yet. The bathroom door swooshed open and the warm breeze and
smell of alcohol seeped in, but only for a few moments before
the door was shut once more and only the sound of heels against
the concrete floors of the bathroom could be heard- the music
had been blocked off almost completely by the door.
Where was Anna? It’s like the girl drugged her up on some blues
and then disappeared; and this wasn’t even the first time!
Anasela glanced up at her reflection, studying her enlarged
pupils and the way she looked sort of tired, or worn out- Xanex
usually had that effect on her which is why she didn’t
particularly enjoy eating them. Her kind of party was some molly
and maybe a little bit of alcohol. Or a lot- either way. Maybe,
since she puked up most of the Xanex, she could find molly later
on tonight and hit a different party. Anasela took a few steps
back, almost slamming into the wall before reaching out to grab
the door knob and giving it a good twist. She slid through the
small crack and almost fell into the large crowd that had
gathered since she’d been in the rest-room. Anasela steadied
herself, standing around for about another half minute before
weaving her way through the crowd, eyes peeled open for Anna;
and Anna was no where to be found.
Due to her lack of patience and the amount of alcohol that was
being served around her, the hunt for Anna was short lived and
Anasela was soon one of the couple people that were holding a
beer bong into the air, lips pressed to the tube as she gulped
down mouthful after mouthful of beer. To be honest, beer was
going to fuck her up more than any other drink that was being
handed out like candy. She would much rather slam some shots of
Jose Quaivo, or eat the jell-o shots off of that girl’s stomach
over there. The guys were beginning to chant ‘one more bong’,
and Anasela was about to go for it before her eyes got snagged
in the crowd, left hanging on some random guy that seemed to
have just gotten there- his eyes were bloodshot and he wasn’t
swaying yet, anyways. Anasela shuffled a few steps forward and
shoved the beer bong into the man’s arms; her eyes peered up at
him sharply, large black pupils holding somewhat of a
challenging look in them. “Sharing is caring, yeah?” She glanced
back at the guys to confirm that she could give him the prized
possession to use.
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Re: New York City
By: HadesLamont Date: February 26, 2013, 2:34 pm
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Carrie smiled up at him. She was happy to see him. Or happy to
get into my pants when I'm drunk. Hades thought to himself. With
a chuckle he gave her a side hug and looked around. She wasn't
kidding. There was definitely a hot crowd surrounding him. He
could feel softness of skin caressing against his as they inched
closer and closer to the dance floor, but then he forgot. The
whole rooftop was the dance floor. The music was so loud he
could feel his heartbeat going along with the bass. Laughs and
hollers were heard all around him. He ran his fingers through
his shaggy black hair and looked around him, a smirk played
across his face. He was in heaven. Fuck everything else that had
been weighing on his mind. He was not here to think about the
rest of the time. He was there to party and finally release the
tension that his brother had continuously put on his shoulders.
He was not even apart of it! His father had been the one to
bring him in. His father wanted him dead because he wasn't
following orders because his stupid love, Kristen...
Enough. This was it. No Aerith. No Kristen. No Bellen, and
definitely not Morissa.
He turned his head, his eyes widening slightly when a woman
walking toward him with a beer pong. Her eyes deep as her pupils
were wide. She must have been drinking a lot. He lifted a brow
and watched her before taking it from her and hearing her words.
He let out a laugh, slipping a look at Carrie who shrugged her
shoulders. He rolled his eyes and laughed, looking at the woman
before she began chugging the beers that were being poured down.
People behind him hollered. Carrie cheered along with them and
he laughed when he pulled away after finishing the last one that
he was going to handle. Handing it off, he wiped his lips and
laughed, looking down at the woman. His eyes must have been red,
but he was not feeling but only a little tipsy. He wasn't
swaying just yet, but his speech was slightly. "Oh prrretty
lady." He stepped closer to her, noticing the music had changed
to a more intimate song. He smiled down at her, reaching for her
to wrap an arm around her before he leaned in to whisper into
her ear. "Let's seeeee how yourr hipss moove." He spoke slowly,
making sure that she got every word.
Carrie glanced at him. "Where are you going Hades?" She asked,
crossing her arms over her chest while still holding a beer. She
had barely taken a sip. Was there more to this? He gave a smile
down to the woman before looking at Carrie. "I'm going to take
this woman dancing." He said and ushered the woman away from
Carrie and toward the dance floor. He let out a heavy sigh.
"Connections. Can't live with them, and you can't live withoutt
them." He ran his fingers through his hair before glancing at
the woman. "3 songs, and then, we swim." He said slowly yet
again before he straightened and shook his head. "Fuck that." He
said for a moment, grabbed her hand and pulled her through the
crowd without much consent on if she wanted to swim and just
headed toward the pool. He was not too drunk to just throw off
his clothes just yet, but he was getting close. Pulling the
shirt from his torso, his tattoos gleamed underneath the
moonlight and he shivered slightly from the slight breeze before
he stripped himself of his jeans and jumped in with his boxers
on. "Booyah!"
The water splashed.
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Re: New York City
By: Harper Date: February 26, 2013, 8:57 pm
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Anasela watched as the man, with ease, slurped the beer and
handed it off to another crowd member who was anxious to look
like the next Billy Badass. This boy didn't look too fucked
up...Not any more than she was, anyways. Luckily, most of the
Xanex was out of her system, and now the few beers she'd sucked
down were giving her this warm pleasurable feeling. Oh prrrretyy
lady. Oh god, maybe he was drunk. Praying this one wasn't
another creepy drunk guy, Anasela allowed the arm to be thrown
around her; the girl that formerly had her attention looked a
bit confused, but now that Anasela had obtained this guy's
attention, she should probably act on it- he didn't look half
bad. Anna had seemingly ditched her any who... Anasela's eyes
lowered to the beer-soaked floor as the boy spoke to her,
hearing every word crystal clear- and she most definitely wasn't
drunk enough for the dirty dancing yet; that was a few more
beers down the line.
Anasela was able to easily squeeze through the tighter spaces
that some people created, where as, on the other hand, she
figured that her new friend would have to push through- he was
much taller than her. As they slowed down to a final stop in the
middle of the large crowd that had begun grinding on each other,
Anasela turned around, watching his lips move as he spoke about
a ‘connection’. She wasn’t sure what he meant considering all
her ‘connections’ were only there to give her the drugs and
split, but maybe some people actually stayed and hung out,
conversated. Maybe even did a little bit of naughty time in a
bedroom or something. Surely this boy didn’t think that he could
last three songs with her grinding and dancing on him, did he?
An amused, blunt laugh popped out before she had time to swallow
it, but he didn’t seem to notice. However as Anasela’s hips
began moving, he seemed to think that there were bigger and
better things out there than just dancing; the pool, for
example.
To be honest, there was no hesitation. Apparently there wasn’t
time to hesitate even if she wanted to, because as soon as he
voiced his opinions, they were sifting through the crowd.
Anasela counted at least three different times she accidentally
ran into someone, and four times of stepping on people’s toes.
Not that she cared; it was just something to keep her mind sort
of out of La La Land. Once her hand was free again, her steps
halted, allowing her to watch the boy strip. It wasn’t too bad.
Nice body, nice tattoo. Anasela took a quick step back before
the water splashed up, only getting her combat boots wet inside
of her entire wardrobe. Before doing the same, she dipped back
into the crowd, disappearing only for a few moments before
emerging again, a beer in each hand. Tossing one in the water
for the boy, she placed hers beside her and untied her boots.
These might not compare to other shoes in an un-tying contest,
but man were they comfortable. A few minutes went by before she
sat those aside and unbuttoning her pants. They hit the floor to
reveal snug fitting navy blue bikini bottoms that were dotted
with gray and red anchors; she’d been told by Alesana, her
sister, to wear these. She was guessing that the girl had been
to one of these parties before.
Anasela reached back to her shoulder blades and slid the shirt
off. She had a matching top beneath, luckily. The girl reached
down to scoop up the beer once more and headed towards the pool,
first sitting and then lowering herself into the water.
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Re: New York City
By: HadesLamont Date: February 26, 2013, 10:38 pm
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The water felt great upon his skin, covering and washing away
every single bit of tension, and it was cool enough because of
the cool breezes that were passing over the party. He never
thought the cool water would be able to sober him up as it did,
and it made him smile as he pushed himself through the surface.
The woman was already back with holding two beers as she tossed
one to him. He caught it easily and smiled toward the woman as
she began to strip for him. It wasn't provocative like he would
have wanted, what he usually got, but it was something. The
woman had an incredible body, and one that Carrie would have
been jealous of. He was going to be getting a earful later from
his hookup, but he could handle that. He was always being yelled
at whether it was from a cop, his brother, or even his sister,
he didn't care. He took it, and then let it slip down him like
rain. It didn't get soaked into his skin, it didn't touch his
heart in any way, shape, or form, and he definitely didn't dwell
on the fact that when people were upset with him that he needed
to change for them. No. If they didn't like how he was, that was
their own damn problem. Not his.
She had climbed into the water, letting the water engulf her
body and immediately he was wading closer to her. A smirk
playing at the edge of his lips as he soon took a gulp before
setting it on the side to get lost in the rest of the beer
bottles. Many different couples were gathering together and now
he was going to find his girl for the night. He held onto the
edge as he pressed his feet to the bottom of the rock solid
pool. "So what is a girl like you hanging around a hot party
such as this one?" He asked, wiping his face with his hand
before slicking back his hair. The water dripped down his face
and back to the sea around him. His emerald eyes were slightly
red tinged, but purely sparkling. He was having fun, and he
hadn't in a while. he was carefree at a time like this, and no
one was going to ruin it. He watched her carefully, seeing the
edge of her jaw, leading up to perfectly shaped lips and glowing
eyes that had such big pupils. It was like he was falling into
the darkness. Was she hell? Was she the reaper coming to claim
him and take his life? It would be one helluva ride. He smiled
at her.
"I mean, I'm surprised you aren't claimed by the pimps that are
hanging around here." He said with a small smile. "Or are you
the rebel of the crowd?" The smile was growing into a smirk. A
challenge to put forth. He lifted his hand to the edge right
next to her head as he leaned in close.
"I like rebels."
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Re: New York City
By: Harper Date: February 27, 2013, 12:13 am
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It could be eighty degrees out but if you're on a rooftop, in a
pool, you were going to get a little chilly. Anasela was
surprised to find that, despite that common sense factor, the
water wasn't half bad and only her shoulders were on the
boundary line between comfortable and nibbly and with the liquid
assistance, she didn't feel a thing. Going completely underwater
was a different story, though. She watched her knew friend break
through the surface of the water, happy to not have to go save
him because he was too drunk or something, and followed him with
her eyes as he made his way closer to her. Anasela was a pretty
open girl; she's streaked before, skinny dipping was almost a
hobby, and flashing her tits over bridges at oncoming cars
beneath is always a good laugh. Having intimate encounters with
random men in a pool is fine, too, but you've got to give it at
least a half hour of talking to each other or at least realizing
that that person exists. She could feel her back pressing
against the hard wall of the pool as he inched closer, eyes
studying his throat as he took a gulp of the beer before sitting
it down.
So what is a girl like you hanging around a hot party such as
this one? A brow lifted and Anasela swallowed down some nasty
words she might've spat out had that sentence come from a girl.
Anna had invited her here to pick up some guys, or girls,
whichever one Anasela was feeling at the time, and then they
were to head to a different bar- bar hopping was her specialty.
She considered it a sport. At the mention of pimps, the girl
twisted her neck to scope out each person, one by one. Most were
drunk as hell, on their last leg, dancing and sort of holding in
puke- she could totally tell by their expressions. Others were
past that stage, already having puked in the bathroom stall-much
like herself- and were ready for round two with the others that
could handle their drugs. Anasela twisted back around to find
that he was now even closer . Beer-tinged breath hit her face
as he spoke of rebels. She wasn't a rebel, she just enjoyed
being independent, and not..owned. By pimps, persay. Her icy
blue orbs fell down his jaw-line, slid down his neck, but was
blocked by the reflection of herself in the water to see any
farther down. Letting her eyes sort of rewind back up to the
man's face, both her brows rose curiously. Without too much
difficulty Anasela managed to bring the beer can to her lips,
letting the cool liquid waterfall down the back of her throat.
The can was three-fourths of a way gone by the time she lowered
the can from her lips and set it down behind her, where she
could easily find it when getting up.
"Then you'll love me." Anasela gave him a firm pat on the cheek
twice before reaching behind her and pulling herself up onto the
edge of the in-ground pool, her legs now where her face had been
moments before. "Come on," she said grungily while pushing
herself into a standing position, " new party. This ones getting
boring." If Anna was going to ditch on her, then she would find
someone else to bar hop with; and this one was even good
looking.
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Re: New York City
By: HadesLamont Date: February 27, 2013, 10:18 am
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The way she slid into the water, letting the water touch her
soft skin, he almost felt jealous of the liquid. He wanted to
touch the woman in just as sensually the water had. It
overwhelmed her tight and small body and hugged her as she laid
close to the edge. She didn't have time to get away from the
edge as he came closer. His thinking was slightly fuzzy, but
what could happen? He was good at handling his liquor. Looking
at her, her eyes traced over the skin that was showing above the
water as he moved closer to her. Each step closer caused her to
feel a little distant from him, but only in her eyes. Her body
only stilled by his closeness as he spoke of rebels and pimps,
and her reason for being here. She wasn't exactly giving up much
details. Few words here and there. He was used to girls saying
much more than this. She was going to be a trick, but not
something he couldn't handle. Smiling at her, he leaned closer
but then she immediately put the can to her lips and pulled
herself up and back onto the concrete above them. He watched
where her legs replaced her face as she slid out smoothly. This
woman was hard to get. If she wanted to play that game,
He could too.
He didn't say anything in response to her Then you'll love me,
comment. He only nodded and watched her before he moved beside
her and pulled himself out of the pool without much effort. His
muscles were still working perfectly fine and he wasn't
struggling to walk too badly. He ran his fingers through his
hair, heading close to where he had set down his clothing and
already, he could see that his shirt was soaked by a beer can
that had been knocked over because of a couple who had been
practically heating it up on one of the lounge chairs. He made a
sound of disgust before he took the man's shirt that he had
recently taken off. As soon as he picked it up, the man looked
at him with a red ringed look. This man was way past drunk or
even high. He was off the edge and he was on a rampage from the
moment that he laid on Hades. "What'er doin' with muh shirt?" He
asked slowly with a slur. Hades laughed. "You spilled beer on my
shirt. I'm borrowing yours." He gave him a smirk and used the
shirt to dry off his soaking boxers before he tossed his beer
can covered shirt as well as the man's shirt back at him,
hitting both him and his girl in the face. "Thanks." He muttered
before pulling on his jeans and buttoned them up.
"Actually." He stopped, unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them
off before they got wet because of his boxers and stepped out of
them. Once he was out of them, and standing in only his boxers
again. He shrugged his shoulders before he stripped himself of
his boxers, leaving him completely nude for a moment as he
reached for his jeans again. He got a few hollers and he only
smiled at them before he pulled on the jeans. "Oh that feels so
much better." He smiled and buttoned them fully back again and
walked over toward the woman who was standing there, probably
putting on her clothing still.
He gave a wink to the girl as he came to her side and looked
around them. "Hopefully our new party allows no shirts." He
looked around, seeing Carrie looking at him with wild eyes. She
had seen his episode of just stripping himself nude. He waved
and headed through the crowd again.
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Re: New York City
By: Harper Date: February 27, 2013, 11:44 am
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Her new found friend seemed a little...Heart broken after having
been –in some sort of manner- rejected. Obviously he didn’t get
rejected a lot, and she could see why. Her eyes were glued to
him as he made his way to his own clothes, watching the look of
disgust as he put the pieces together involving the drunken man
getting it on over by the lawn chairs. Watching as the words
were getting a bit sharper, tones changing to heavier ones,
Anasela took a step forward, wondering if she was going to have
to break up a fight between Macho Man and Drunken Idiot. If a
fight would ensue maybe that would get them out of this place
faster. Anasela observed the boy’s actions, a lazy brow rising
as he dropped his boxers to the floor; he was no shy bird, that
was for sure.
Figuring that everyone here was either too drunk to care or
already screwing somebody on the dance floor, Anasela mimicked
his actions, facing the pool as she shimmied out of her bikini
bottoms, the anchors hitting the floor with a soft thud. Two
bow’s, a bow on each thigh, shone perfectly as Anasela bent over
to slip her ripped and tattered tights back on. She’d gotten
those damn things tattooed on her when she was sixteen, but man
did she love them. Sure, she might’ve had to give the tattoo
artist a little extra considering she was without parental
consent, but since the bows were only a few inches away from her
butt cheeks, he didn’t have to look far for a way to be repaid.
The next article to come off was her bikini top; although this
time Anasela was sure that a few people had snuck a peek. Before
she had time to put her shirt on the boy was standing at her
side, shirtless. “I’m sure they will make an exception,”
Anasela uttered, her voice somewhat deep with a small hint of
Chicago accent laced somewhere in there. She watched him head
through the crowd again, not having much time to wonder where he
was going when she spotted the ‘connection’ staring at the boy.
Apparently seeing him strip was something new? Or it just never
got old.
Anasela threw her shirt on over her tights, the white shirt
sticking against her breasts due to her having just gotten out
of the pool. Sam would love this, she thought to herself. Sam
was Sam. Sam I am if you wanted to get all fancy with it. He wad
extremely good looking, but straight as a circle. He hosted some
of the most provocative parties she’d ever been to, along with a
few good body paint parties that always ended up with everyone
naked and covered in glow paint. His mother owned a few big
casino’s here in New York City, and Sam owned a few night clubs;
everything was always wilder in the basements of the buildings,
though. This new boy, the one that Anasela had just met, would
be like eye candy for Sam.
She stepped into her boots quickly, tying them rather messily,
scooped up her bathing suit, and disappeared back into the
crowd, headed back to the entrance. Hopefully she’d bump into
her friend before she left.
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Re: New York City
By: HadesLamont Date: February 27, 2013, 12:02 pm
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Tattoos? Hades eyes looked over the woman as she had stripped.
He had caught sight of her as he had switched his own clothing
around. This woman was just as brave as him. Stripping in front
of everyone. He could really like this girl. He smiled at her
before realizing what he was thinking to himself. He shook his
head mentally and turned his head as he gathered his things and
headed back into the crowd after seeing her disappear once he
gave her a wink saying that the party hopefully would allow him
in without a shirt. She agreed, saying that he was the exception
and he nodded toward her before headed toward the entrance
through the crowd. As he did so, he walked by people, some that
he knew and he said hello before disappearing through the crowd
again and found his way through the maze of people and ended up
at the entrance. He was interested where the woman was planning
on taking him. Perhaps she was going to show him a new party...a
party alone. He wouldn't mind that. He wanted to trace those
tattoos with his fingertips before gripping her ass.
Oh he needed to calm himself. He shrugged his shoulders and
walked closer to the entrance where he saw the girl standing
there, her breasts perfectly carved through the shirt as it
stuck to her. He could get used to that--No. Stop right there.
One night stands. He looked to the side for a moment, opening up
his hand as he pointed toward the entrance. "After you." He said
over the loud music that was near the entrance and he waited
until she was in front of him again. He could feel parts of him
hardening and thankfully the jeans were a little a loose around
his waist as well as crotch area, he wouldn't have to really
worry about him showing too much. He watched the way she swung
her hips as she walked noticing every little thing that was
about the woman. He still had not yet caught her name. Bringing
his eyes to in front of them as they moved toward the elevator,
he leaned against the wall, looking ahead. "So where are you
taking me to?" He asked, looking over at the woman, wondering if
she would answer with more than just a couple of words.
It was going to be a challenge to get her to talk to him, but if
she didn't really want to talk, that was fine too. By now, the
liquor was beginning to wear out of his system. With the short
time swimming as well as not taking in any other drink since
then, it was beginning to think clearly, but not that he would
show that to the woman. He turned his head, waiting for the bell
to ping and the door to open. He dug his hands into his pockets
and leaned easily against the wall. He was contemplating about
leaning over and stealing a kiss from those perfectly shaped
lips, but he would wait and bide his time for that. There was
going to be plenty of time, and if she really didn't want him,
then he wouldn't mind. Plenty of other fish in the sea.
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