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 Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 8:07 pm
Jaden took getting dressed seriously. Hell, Jaden took getting undressed seriously. If he'd learned anything in life it was that image was, in fact, everything. And that it didn't mean anything at all. He'd also learned to accept contradictions.
He'd already finished the basics, black slacks, red shirt, pinstripe black vest. It was all down to hats now. Bowler hat? Fedora? Cowboy hat?
No. Definitely not that last one. He was obsessing, he did that when he was nervous. Dates, dates were no big deal. He could do a date in his sleep. But Spins whole 'Mob lady and I will drop you off' well, that was something different entirely. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet the woman in Spencer's life. He just didn't want to die in the process.
He settled on the fedora. Spins was in the living room, tapping the profile for this 'Frex' against his hand impatiently.
"Jaden, I'm not sure I like this one."
"You say that every time I meet a guy."
"You haven't met this guy!" Spins was standing now, starting to pace instead of just shift restlessly.
"Spins, this was your idea, remember? And you're coming. And the mob boss is coming." He grabbed Spins' arm as he passed and squeezed it, "It'll be fine." He hesitated, "Provided she doesn't kill me."
"She's not gonna kill you!" Spins glanced at the door, "And she's gonna be here in a minute to not kill you. Just relax. Unless you don't want to go. You don't have to go."
Jaden punched him roughly in the arm and dodged his attempt to retaliate. Seconds later they were tussling on the floor, fedora getting crushed as Spins attempted to pin him.
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 9:18 pm
Jaden wasn't the only one who took getting dressed seriously (although undressing was something different entirely. This she could do with a certain amount of hastiness, but hey, she could get away with it) and Dom had once again dressed in what she deemed her 'casual' attire. A tailored pair of black pinstriped slacks, a white blouse, and a comfortable suit jacket. Her accessories were few; a silver rolex around her left wrist, the slight and small silver chain around her neck, partially hidden by the starched and pressed collar of her shirt.
She had forfeited the usual addition to a small handgun beneath her shirt, or in the inside pocket of her jacket- if only because Spencer had asked her to leave the guns at home today. She could appreciate the fact that Spencer's roommate probably didn't want to be shot, but- well. Without a gun Dominique felt a little more exposed than she liked. Something about having one in her hand since she was just a small girl probably had something to do with it...
But, while guns were out, Spencer hadn't mentioned anything about knives, and so she'd placed a simple small switchblade where her gun would have normally resided. It at least gave her jacket some semblance of the familiar weight it normally carried. Not quite heavy enough- but still enough to relax her, if only a little.
She did one last check of herself in the mirror, making sure her makeup was immaculate as usual, before heading out the door, her purse under her arm and her keys spinning on the ring around her index finger.
The drive over to Spencer's house was familiar, and relaxed, and it wasn't long before she found herself before Spencer's door once more, knuckles lifting to rap upon the door, but coming to a momentary pause. It sounded like there was a scuffle inside- curious. Pursing her lips she set her knuckles to wood, before placing her hand on her hip and staring hard at the door, as if it would answer her question as to what was going on behind it.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:30 pm
"Door. DOOR!"
"Nu-uh."
"Dammit, let go of my leg before your mob boss shoots her way in."
-Laughter-
"Idiot. You get it then."
-Thump-
The words, and the continued tussle, could clearly be heard through the cheap door that enclosed the apartment.
Spins did get the door. He was grinning his wide, easily amused grin. There was a cut in his bottom lip, where, by all appearances, he'd managed to slice it open with one of his own fangs. Behind him, Jaden was just getting up, his clothes a bit rumpled, his fedora crumpled at his feet.
"Hello, Gorgeous." If he was aware of his own tousled appearance, it obviously didn't bother him. Instead, he leaned in for a brief, but not unenthusiastic kiss. "I'm glad you made it."
He stepped aside, allowing her access to the house. "Jaden, this Dominique. Dominique, this shithead is my roomate, Jaden."
It wasn't unapparent that Jaden was a bit nervous. Sure, he had the broad-shouldered, muscled look of someone who spent a lot of time at the gym. But he didn't have the look of someone who'd ever held a gun. He managed a strained smile.
"I'm, err, glad to meet you. Anyone who can tolerate Spins for more than ten minutes is a Saint in my book." He offered his hand. Did mob bosses shake hands? Or was he supposed to bow?
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 7:22 pm
As the door swung open, Dominique smirked, one hand resting on her hip as she eyed the other.
"I'd have done it, too," she declared, in response to the line about shooting her way in. Too bad she hadn't brought a gun. Although, she probably could have kicked it in too; high heels or no.
She caught his kiss easily, and when he broke away, she tilted her head to look past his shoulder, to where Jaden stood uneasily inside. She didn't say anything in response to his enthusiasm, but her slight smile and her glance towards him were more than enough (in her eyes anyway) to express that she was content to be there.
Dom glided inside, and past Spencer, coming to a halt before Jaden and giving him an appraising look. She studied him, her face expressionless for a moment, before glancing to the hand he offered out towards her. A slight smile tugged at her lips once more, and her hand lifted to take his, her grip firm, but gentle. Just because she was a mob boss didn't mean she couldn't shake a hand. It was still the polite thing to do, after all. Now, if Jaden had been one of her underlings it might have been another matter entirely. But he was Spencer's friend, so a handshake was just fine.
"Nice to finally put a face to a name," Dominique said smoothly, her hand releasing his after a moment, before glancing over her shoulder at Spins, and smirking, "He's not so bad. And besides, I have guns. I could put him in his place,"
Not that she needed to, or anything. This was just Dominique's attempt at humor; something she wasn't particularly well versed in.
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Posted: Mon May 11, 2009 1:03 pm
Jaden took careful note of the fact that he did not appear to have gained any holes in himself that he hadn't previously possessed. That was likely a good sign. And her smile, when she looked at Spins, seemed like the sort of smile that his roommate deserved. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.
He wanted, very much, to like Dom, and be liked by Dom. It wouldn't be good if they didn't get along. If they were in competition for Spins attention. It was a fight, judging by the woman's looks, that he would loose. And losing Spencer would mean losing everything.
"It's about time someone did." He responded, his smile becoming, if not easy, then a little less nervous.
"Hey, enough, the both of you," Spins was smirking as he stepped between the two of them. "Really, picking on little old me! Everyone knows that I am a pleasure to be around."
He reached out and tucked in the tag that was now poking out of Jaden's shirt, a gesture that showed a sort of absent familiarity and affection, as one might show for a sibling. "Get your hat, idiot. The Lady and I have plans after we get rid of you."
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