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 Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:37 pm
"Sure!" The girl quickly signed the paper, and then passed it to Elliot. The sound of loud dancing music came from the bar; the night was starting to heat up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:46 pm
Elliot didn't notice the music getting loud. He was used to it after living in Flirt & Hurt for 4 years now. He signed the paper with his signature quickly and then gave the clipboard back to the hotel clerk.
"Great! Here's your key." he said as he held it out for Anne, "Your room number is 1048. It's on floor 3rd from the top. Do you need me to write that all down?" he asked her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:50 pm
"Thank you.1048, three floors to top. Got it." She smiled and caught the key "I have a pretty good memory, don't worry! So, what now?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:52 pm
((O_O I guess I missed alot. lol was in Chinatown for most of the day smile so much funn...))
Krys
Now in an even more drunken state, Krys joined the gyrating grind line as it moved across the edges of the dancefloor, nearing the eating area. Krys laughed wholeheartedly as the guy behind her trailed his hands beneath her skirt.
'What's the point of being in New York City if you don't have a little fun once in a while?' Krys managed to form the only coherent thought as the line shimmied up and down the dancefloor to the beat of a specialized club mix.
((mmm... where are the other RPers? There's only three of us..))
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:58 pm
"Well...do you feel like dancing?" he asked her and smiled. "We could go to the dancefloor. Or...I guess we could go check out your room. I don't know...what do you feel like doing?" he asked her. ((I'm trying to get us all together.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 2:59 pm
((@ Korjata: sweet sweet. lets wait for selphie's answer before my character goes psycho again.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:01 pm
((You didn't miss much at all, Elliot and Anne had dinner and that's all...the others, I have no clue...
Good idea, Korjata. Rping Anne with Krys is a lot of fun! wink ))
Anne considered her options. The sleep she had felt before had vanished, at least for the moment, and it would be weird going to her room with Elliot...
"I can check the room later." She decided "Dancing sounds good for now!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:06 pm
Krys
Krys noticed Elliot entering the dancefloor with the barmaid via the eating area. She laid a sensual kiss on her current boytoy, adjusted her clothes before greeting Elliot and 'Anne' the barmaid.
"Hey you two! You'still up?" Krys had a heavy slur to her words. A few rounds of free beer had done it. She would be on her twelvth bottle if another drink was sent her way. "Don't you just love this hotel at night?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:10 pm
"I'm wide awake!" Elliot called through the loud music. Then he nodded at what she said, "I love this hotel at anytime! But night is best!" he started dancing to the music. He was actually a good dancer unlike a lot of the other guys that were there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:16 pm
Krys
Krys giggled and shifted unconsciously closer to Elliot with ever beat. It was just how she was. The closer the dancers were, the better, it was an unconscious act that she'd train herself to do without regret. As "My Humps" blasted through the speakers, Krys felt herself singing along, though her voice could not be heard over Fergie's. As the words 'What you gonna do with all that junk' repeated itself, Krys dragged Elliot's hand beneath her skirt, yet outside her panties.
(( stare Gawd she's such a slut! >.< lol ))
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:17 pm
Anne smiled, deciding to lay low. She had had enough of that girl for a while, and she thought it was pretty dumb the way she couldn't hold her liquor. The music soon got to her, though, and she started dancing discreetly, rocking her hips to the beat. She had always been a great dancer, actually having some experience at animating discos, dancing on the counter.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:23 pm
"Hahahaha..." Elliot laughed as she slid his hand under her skirt, though he was actually kinda pissed that she had done it. He tried pulling his hand back out, wondering if she would notice. He looked over at Anne.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:25 pm
((flashback if you're confused))
Krys
There was a time, not too long ago, when Krys and Elliot had been lovers, if not discreet. She had only turned seventeen at the time and was hornier than ever for her first 'time'. Elliot had been the hotel's manager ever since... well ever since the previous manager left for whatever reason. At first, their relationship was purely professional before it became personal. One thing had led to another and they eventually became lovers...
((Uhh... I dunno what else to put for it >.< What to do you think Korjata? Any edits or suggestions?))
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:29 pm
((That works. I'll just repost now because I don't feel like going back and editting.)) Elliot felt a little uncomfortable with his hand where it was...It's not like...he had never done stuff like that before. But he felt awkward because Krys was his ex-girlfriend. He looked over at Anne and frowned.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2007 3:30 pm
Anne stared at them with a smile, unaffected. She had the feeling the girl was showing off, letting her know she owned Elliot. To Anne, the fact that she needed to show it meant she was scared, and therefore, not in control at all. She was used to such girls; she had, after all, a good experience in clubbing.
So, she let herself come closer, dancing at a more natural pace. She didn't need to show off; her body moved sensually with a rhythm somewhere between latin and belly dancing, even without her trying. Catching her hair and letting it fall again, she followed the beat. She loved dancing so much...
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