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 Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 2:55 am
Taym
"Just good to be prepared," he said, and he hadn't meant it to be an in-joke so it was accompanied by the faintest flinch.
This was the point at which he should have taken the stuff and politely let her get back to work. Instead he glanced over her again, assessed the clothes as definitely clubwear with a practiced eye. The part of him that was obsessed with ranking himself as compared to other people wondered if he'd been the reason for that, and it pleased him to think that maybe there was a tiny sliver of a chance that he was. And he hesitated, tapping his tongue against his teeth while he fished around for something appropriately vague to say, then stuck out his hand for the bag.
"Hope you had fun," he said neutrally.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:01 am
"If you won't let me pay you, I'll have to owe you an errand run," Jordan said, but he accepted the pan without argument. "You want one?" It took him a moment to switch gears and catch what her question meant, but then he said, solemnly, "Forecast is partly grumpy with a chance of scowl, possibly clearing toward evening."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:06 am
TaymThe smile she gave him went brittle at the mention of fun. She handed over the bag with a shrug, then fished out a billfold from her top to grab his change. "It was until it wasn't."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:13 am
Jordan"I'll keep that in mind, you better believe, Jordan Miller." America was not one who forgot such promises, not ever. "Naw, I'm good for now. Plus I want to dig into some of the groceries I got." One of her favourite parts of getting back from leave was going over the food either she or Konstantin had bought and listening him tell her what he'd make and what new things he wanted to try. Plus she was getting....better... ish, at the whole omelet thing. Casting a furtive glance around them, she dipped a hand into another bag and pulled out a thick magazine, handing that over as well. She kept the other two in the bag, so as not to alarm Scotland too much.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:27 am
Taym "That's ominous. Trouble down south?" he asked distractedly, taking the change and opening the bag to check that she'd brought him back the right thing, his mouth thinning into a hard and irritated line. "Pleasant," he observed, closing the bag back up. The general sense that he was waiting to retreat back into his room became substantially more pronounced.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:33 am
TaymShe opened her mouth to answer wryly, because it was the sort of thing that would definitely be funny to her by morning, but closed it at the sudden air of dismissal. "Just more fragile men," she snapped before spinning away.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:36 am
Al's hair was surprisingly easy to fluff up and in no time at all it looked like he had gotten his head caught in a massive vacuum tube. He looked absolutely nonplussed. On one hand he quite enjoyed the attention, on the other... well... he's not a puppy and this is a public place and... He was enjoying the attention a lot.
He decided in the end to pout at her pitifully, "aww c'mon quit, m'no cute."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:44 am
AlShe stopped, but only to pinch at his cheeks, "Lookit that pouting face." Having had her fill, for now, America handed over of the goodies with an obnoxious kissy face, "Cuties get treats."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 3:53 am
Jordan nodded; he'd meant the offer, and fully expected her to cash in on it at some point. It was a fair trade, a favor for a favor, and a point toward staying on the positive side of America's ledger. She was, in general, an effective ally. "What are you making? I can't cook unless it has microwave directions on the box." He accepted the magazine and slipped it under the pan with a grin. Lowering his voice, he said, "I'll put it somewhere visible but not too blatant. Thanks."
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:00 am
Jordan"Oh me? Nothing fancy, it's what Konstantin's gonna make me that'll be the treat, not sure just what it is yet. Maybe I'll send pictures so ya'll can get nice n' jealous." Grinning she winked at Jordan, and swirled off to finish her deliveries.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:03 am
Al looooked around America to ensure no one was looking before conceding just a bit on the behalf of treats. He lowered his head and voice to a near whisper, "okay, m'cute." Anything for a taste of heaven again. He seized his reward and attempted to kiss America on her cheek before zooming off with his prize.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:10 am
AlShe allowed the kiss, countering with a small, quick pinch to his butt as he ran off.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:22 am
Al most certainly treasured his smarty derriere.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 5:46 am
Concetta had intended on going up to the first floor to meet America but had literally just gotten out of the shower when she'd said she would 'be right there'. Time, in Cee's world, was about as distorted as a drug dealers. Each increment was buffered generously with makeup time, hair time, picking clothes or maybe even time to text and tweet. When the knock came at her door she'd heaved it open, a towel wrapped around her head but her face already in full makeup. With sky high heels she wasn't as tall as america and her high waisted black leggings were capped off with a 'DEUS EX' standard issue t-shirt that she'd already cut into a belly shirt. A navel ring with a gem shaped like a rose glinted white against her tanned stomach. "HEY GIRL!" She hugged America unbidden, as if twitter exchanges were enough to remove the awkwardness of introduction. "Yer a life SAVER." She emphasized with a eye-rolling flutter of lashes.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:13 pm
CeeIt was a welcome contrast to her reception at the last door she'd knocked on, and America's bitter twist of the lips slid into a genuine smile at the hug. Awkward introductions were for losers and easily embarrassed folks, anyway. Lifting the last bag, she drawled, "Several bottles of cheap tequila, its usual friends," shot glasses, lime, a shaker of salt, "and some chocolate. Because why the ******** not?"
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