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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:02 pm
Curiouser and curiouser it seemed. Dominique wasn't even sure what it was she should say. At least in his books it didn't seem to be a bad thing? Whereas Spins was ore interested in Dom, Dom found herself now interested in this tidbit of information. She didn't exactly know anyone else who died a lot, and could come back and be around to say they enjoyed it.
She slipped the original gun she'd been packing back into her coat, leading him back up the street towards where her bike was parked- the black S.U.V. had since been moved, all according to plan it seemed. Their helmets were resting on the handlebars of the bike, but she didn't reach for them just yet. Maybe that was a dangerous move on her part, having left them where they could get snatched-
But then, who would dare to take Dominique's stuff?
The second gun she pulled apart- mostly anyway. The magazine dropped out into her hand, which she tucked into her pocket, then she drew back the slide lock, pulling the top of the gun off- and tossing it entirely. The barrel she kept, it went into her pocket with the magazine. The rest of the gun she walked to down half the block to toss in the trash.
"Piece of junk, no sense in keeping it," she explained as she walked back to him, pulling her helmet onto her head, "And without the barrel and the magazine, it's pretty much useless. Though, introducing a little anarchy thanks to someone finding a loaded handgun in this district-- could be fun,"
But she'd already tossed it, and hey, she really wasn't about to pick up the pieces.
"Normally I wouldn't dump it. Fingerprints, y'know. But I wore gloves today," she wiggled her fingers with a smile, "And, you know, I own most of the cops in this district,"
Maybe not something she should be proud of- or maybe something the police needed to address- but it was a means to an end, and it satisfied her.
She didn't really say much about his comment on peoples' stupidity, just kind of shrugged with a bit of a wry smile as she swung her leg back over the front of her bike, brushing her fingers through her hair.
"Takes all kinds. Hotshots who think they know what they're doing. This was easy, it's not always this easy," she hadn't looked at the hole in her own jacket- it wasn't exactly a normal thing, but she'd lost more jackets to gunfire and blood spatter than she could count, and so couldn't bring herself to be concerned about it anymore.
She gave him an apologetic look in regards to his jacket- or maybe it was mocking, it was hard to say. Dominique didn't pull off a sincere apology very well, but, she tried.
"It gives it character?" she suggested, before pulling on her helmet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:54 pm
"It must be nice, owning the cops." Spins commented, in much the same tone he might have used when saying 'it must be nice to have your very own pony'. He liked ponies. Less so, cops.
Cops were the referees, the one's who made sure that everyone followed the rules of the game. On principle, he didn't mind. But sometimes, they thought he was playing one game, when actually he was playing an entirely different one. Like just now. Try explaining that to the cops.
Though it looked like Dominique didn't have to. Maybe she could arrange it so that he didn't have to explain little things like drag racing on city streets?
He was holding a gun each hand, and his left arm still didn't want to move on account that it would shift attached parts that were still angry over the whole 'bullets' issue. And now, there was a bike and a helmet.
Spins considered the issue. He liked his new toys fine, but that didn't mean that he couldn't let them go.
And as entertaining as the idea of his brains spilling out on the pavement was, for the moment, the idea of staying alive and exploring this whole 'dating a mob boss' thing was infinitely more fascinating.
"Should I throw these out too?" He asked, a little mournfully.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:46 pm
I don't own them all, and the ones I do have- you never know if you can trust them. They're cops! But for the most part, once they're there you can generally count on them, since they don't want their integrity questioned in the force,"
Dominique's opinion of cops... Had changed over the years. When she'd been a kid, they'd been a pawn, and an obstacle. She hadn't particularly liked them- they'd constantly been trying to arrest her daddy after all. Now... Well, she still didn't like them. They were still after the Whisper Mafia, and it had taken them a long time to catch on that a woman was in charge. Not to mentions he'd lost her brother to the long arm of the law, and in the worst way possible.
Indeed, if Spins had asked her she might have been able to arrange a closed street racing circuit for the other. Closed as in, the cops wouldn't step in to bother them unless somebody got hurt. But didn't that take a little bit of the fun from street racing? It was part of the allure; the risk you might get caught doing something you weren't supposed to. Not that she was a street racer, but it was part of the reason she liked to drive fast, and the idea behind the philosophy was sort of the same...
Beneath the helmet, she rose an eyebrow, and smiled, just a little.
"No," she told him, leaning back a bit to tap the back of her bike, just past where the seat ended, "Stick 'em here," With a flick of her wrist (and, probably with the keys to the ignition) she popped open a back compartment.
"Call them a gift," she told him with a laugh. He'd had fun, and she had plenty of guns, so why shouldn't he keep them if he liked them?
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 3:39 pm
Upon discovering that he could, indeed, keep his new toys, Spins broke into one of the bright grins that seemed to come so easily to him. Indeed, he smiled about a lot of things. Beautiful mob bosses, fast cars, shooting people. At least, if she decided to keep him around, Dominique wouldn't have to worry about him introducing any angst to her life.
He tucked the guns away in the indicated compartment, and put his helmet on, favoring his left arm. It was fine enough when he bent it at the elbow, but when he twisted more than that... well... Spins had a high pain tolerance so he didn't show the discomfort much. But he still preferred not to press the issue, so to speak.
Note to self: the lingering effects of being shot were far less exciting than the actual action. As was the case with a lot of things when you survived them. Car crashes, heart attacks, kidney failure, spontaneously bleeding through your pores...
Just one more argument in favor of 'die when you get the chance'. Living could be such a pain.
But, at the moment, climbing on the back of a gorgeous bike behind the hottest woman he'd ever met, he had to vote in favor of 'living'. At least as long as it stayed exciting.
"Where we headed?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:24 pm
Dominique liked Spencer's smiles; they were a little infectious it seemed, as she too was grinning from beneath her helmet. Dominique was a little surprised with herself though. It seemed this dating thing hadn't been the absolute disaster she'd been expecting. Instead she'd met someone who she actually, genuinely seemed to get along with. Spins was fun- he was different, and he served to reintroduce the idea of companionship into her life... This was not something she'd been expecting when she'd filled out that silly little form, and she felt a bit... well, lucky.
Whereas Spins was favoring his left arm, Dominique showed no favor to either of her sides- despite the fact that she was acquiring quite a bit of bruising on her right side where the bullet that had been fired on her had tried to push through her vest. Didn't matter to her; wasn't the first time she'd been shot, and at least this time she didn't need stitches. Nor had it broken or fractured any bones it seemed, so, it was all good.
As the answer to Spencer's question, Dominique shrugged, turning the key in her bike's ignition and starting the ducati up with a comfortable roar.
"Where would you like to go?" she asked him. Normally she didn't bother asking people for their opinions in matters such as this- but she figured it would be polite....
"I was thinking I'd show you my place," she said, rather offhandedly, with another faint shrug of her shoulders.
Was she suggesting anything?
Maybe. Maybe not.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:11 pm
Well, Dom was a badass, capable of shaking off gunshots without even blinking. Maybe, if Spins spent enough time around her, it'd rub off. For now, he'd favor his injured side. Brittle, fragile creature that he was, he was just lucky that he hadn't been hit anywhere fleshy.
Wait, her place? Hell yeah her place. Wait, shut up brain. That meant absolutely nothing. Hot mob bosses didn't screw on the second date. He didn't think. His experience with screwing hot mob bosses was woefully limited. Which was a tragedy, really, because wasn't that one of those rites of passage?
"'s probably a lot more interesting than my apartment." He responded to her back. Which was probably an agreement.
Of course, his place WAS currently decorated with origami spiders. A work of art, every last one of them.
Jaden would probably have them all down by the time he got back. Well, no time to mourn, there was a mob boss to woo.
Woo? Yeah. He was floating a little high, wasn't he? Time to rein it in a bit. Talk like that would get him shot.
Awesome.
Was she violent in ********. No. Wait. Not ********. Mind out of the gutter already.
Damn it'd been too long since he'd gotten laid.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 11:41 pm
On the contrary, Dom was not so much a badass, as she was used to getting shot. And, as a woman she had a rather high pain threshold to begin with. Whatever events had shaped her into the woman she was now- well, those probably had helped a great deal about her ability to shrug off the impact of a bullet to kevlar.
She wasn't exactly sure yet where taking him home would end up- but she didn't see it as a bad thing either way, which was why she wasn't all that reluctant to do so. It could've been a dangerous thing for her; generally she didn't take people home, because one never knew who was a rat for the cops. But. Spins had shot at people, and had been having fun doing it, so she really didn't peg him as the type to do such a thing.
And Dominique was a pretty good judge of character. Just another skill she'd picked up in her line of work...
She just chuckled at what he said about his apartment; he was right, her expansive mansion of a home probably was more exciting... But she sometimes hated the place, due to the fact that there were memories galore, and sometimes going home to them could be more than Dom wanted to deal with in a day.
Today though, she doubted she'd have that problem.
Her own mind was on a number of things- what to do when she got him home was definitely high on the list though. Did she offer him a drink? Food? Sex? Or were they supposed to kiss first? Was there some sort of dating handbook she could consult?
Bah, she'd play it by ear, she supposed.
It wasn't long before they were pulling up to the Whisper household, as Dom had driven just as fast and as reckless as before. And it was just as large as a good Mob Bosses' house should be. From the outside, it appeared to be just two floors, with at least a dozen rooms and probably at least three bathrooms. It wasn't as large as say, the Von Helson sister's home had been, or Gambino's, for that matter, but it was a size that most people couldn't afford. It was on a good street in Durem too, with a gated fence that she had to punch in a code to enter, before steering the bike up the drive way, and parking it outside the garage as the gate swung shut of it's own accord. Her garden was nice enough; well groomed at the very least, thanks to the hired help. Dom had a maid, too, but not a butler. She could answer her own door, thanks.
Dom checked her watch, the maid had probably cleared out of the house by then, so it'd just be her and Spencer. Fine by her; it was a nice change to just her and her lonesome, and maybe a glass of bourbon.
"So... This is it?" she said with a shrug, pulling off her helmet and sliding off the bike in front of him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 12:04 am
Upon getting a good look at the place, Spins allowed himself a low admiring whistle. He wasn't poor, not really. Sure, he didn't live in the best apartment, or drive the best car. But he was supporting himself and Jaden, and sometimes money got tight. But he'd grown up in a picket fence sort of place, and he never had to worry about eating.
But this... this was something different entirely. This was like visiting the grandparents, but well... less with the celestial music. Also, grandpa lived in a cave.
Still. Big. That was the point. Big! And nice.
s**t. What did one do in a place that big?
It'd be a stretch to say he was intimidated, Spins didn't get scared. But it wasn't what one would call comfortable.
But then, why would one hang out with a mob boss to be comfortable.
The thought was comforting, and with a shrug of his own, he got off the bike and removed his helmet. He didn't go to retrieve the guns, they'd hopefully still be there when Dom took him home.
So. Now what? Seduction came to mind, but it wasn't exactly his specialty.
"Do you have a room just for your guns?"
What? She could! Look at all that space!
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 12:52 am
Dominique had always had money. Not that she'd had everything handed to her on a silver platter- she'd still been raised under the rules along the lines of "You work for what you want most," but she'd still been pretty spoiled. Trips to theme parks, museums, things of that like had never been out of her grasp, and her dad had often taken her and Dimitri-
but as a reward for their lessons. This was just how it was. It was probably why she was the hands on woman that she was.
So far as what one did in a house as big as Dominique's....
Well, Dom didn't even know. She used the place to organize business, play billiards, drink, on occasion, and sleep. Not much else. She didn't really watch television, or surf the internet. She didn't go out clubbing at night, or spend her days shopping...
It was just... Her job, and pool. And now dating Spencer. Hooray for new experiences!
She moved to the front door with a wide grin in response to his question. Oh yeah, she had a room for her guns.
She chuckled low in her throat, undoing her jacket and throwing it haphazardly over the rather inconveniently placed end table in the entrance. It looked placed just to try and ambush people into tripping over it. Hell, Dom had bashed her shins and hip on the stupid thing a few nights when she'd come home late- but she still hadn't moved it, for one reason or another.
"Obviously I can't keep everything here- the more explosive toys I've got are stored in a warehouse downtown- but I have my own little arsenal here..." she waved him to follow, smiling serenely as she strode down the hallway, past the stairs that lead up to the second level of the home..
All the doors in the hallway were shut, and he could see an archway at the end that lead into what seemed to be a rather expansive, but cozy study. She opened a door to the right of her instead though, and they entered a room that was filled with porcelain dolls.
"I hate these things," she commented, wrinkling her nose in dislike of the staring, creepy little dolls, "But they were my mother's, and dad didn't get rid of them so I don't know that I can in good conscience, either,"
She shrugged though, and moved up to one of them. Instead of choosing a specific doll to trigger a mechanism to slide open the wall- she just pulled the whole cabinet forward. It rolled easily, and behind it was one of three entrances into the basement.
A place people really, really didn't want to end up, as a general rule. Most didn't come back up the stairs intact. Spins, currently, didn't have that problem though, and so she just waved him to follow her down the stairs.
It wasn't as nice as the rest of her house; just a cement stairwell with narrow walls and high enough ceilings that no one would bump their head- and they came to a steel door, which Dominique unlocked, and pushed open, revealing a well lit, fairly large room that was chocked full of more guns than Spins could probably count. Not to mention boxes upon boxes of ammunition, knives, and various other equipment. Grenades were absent from the area- but there were flash bangs and smoke bombs galore. There was only barely enough room to maneuver about the space. In the middle of the room was a dummy's torso- which was normally where the kevlar vest Dominique was wearing sat. Across the other end of the room was another steel reinforced door, and above it hung a plaque that read "DOMINIQUE'S PLAYTHINGS" in large, playful dark red letters.
"This is my toy box," she said with a grin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:23 pm
Spins, of course, did all sorts of stuff in his apartment. Origami, scavenger hunts, TV watching, fort building, puppet show performing, cooking of strange and mostly inedible things, booby trap making, club readying, occasional medical emergency having, Jaden terrorizing. Well, most of the above could fall under the final category. But, he did them all. And all of the comfort of his own tiny apartment.
But he didn't play pool. Or have an entire room for guns (he had an entire room for his roommate, though). Obviously, those particular things required a bit more space.
Okay, a lot of a bit.
Hopefully, dating Dom would not require quite this much space on his part, because he wasn't going to be in the mansion buying business anytime soon.
Spins followed obediently behind as Dom lead the way through the house, his attention roving curiously, from point to point. He'd left the floating nirvana state behind at this point, but hadn't yet reached the level of twitchy that would lead to him reaching for his coins. Which made him... tolerable in polite company?
Maybe not quite.
It was when they passed through the doll room (an impressed 'heh' on his part at the door behind the cabinet) and into the toy room that he perked back to attention.
For a minute, he just stared, his eyes jumping from toy to toy with a sort of frantic ADD, as he tried to examine and admire everything at once. When that didn't work, he just let his attention relax, though that didn't stop him from admiring.
"This, this is really ******** sexy." He commented, his voice taking on a bit of that rumbling growl that had been present at the bar.
Yeah. He was impressed.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:18 pm
Dominique didn't have the time for origami- or rather, she didn't make the time. More often than not, she left at seven in the morning, and got home at anywhere from ten at night to three the next morning. It all depended how things went down. There was always something to do, not just for her illigitamet businesses, bot for her legal ones as well. Books to balance, numbers to check, investments to assure... Not that she needed to do these things herself, but Dominique wouldn't have known what to do with herself in a day if she didn't do these things. On the day she really couldn't find herself something to do, she hit the beach, or the public swimming pool if the temperatures were a might bit colder and she didn't feel like flying somewhere exotic on a whim. She'd considered getting a private pool built into her backyard- but despite the size of her house, the acreage around it wasn't really all that big. Enough room to keep a pet, she supposed, but she didn't want a pet, and nor did she deem a pool such a necessity that she bought up one of her neighbors' places to bulldoze to meet her own ends. Besides, she had a little private bungalow getaway on Gambino's Island, with a private beach that suited her tanning and swimming needs just fine.
She didn't have free time THAT often anyway.
And, Dom certainly wasn't about to force Spencer into changing his own lifestyle habits on her account. She'd been contemplating for quite some time on... down sizing. Having a place this big all to herself could get a little uncomfortable sometimes-
But she really hadn't found any other home with the particular... commodities that her current home afforded.
Like the sliding cabinet, or the secret maid's stairs in her dad's room that could save her a** in an emergency- or any number of the other hiding places and secret entrances that Dimitri Whisper the First had designed into his home...
It had been alright when there were the three of them- plus Dom's body guard and sometimes a few of her father's business associates in the home... But the numbers had slowly deteriorated. Her brother left, her father died, her body guard died...
Now it was just Dom, and the maid. And the maid didn't even live there.
Dominique put these thoughts from her mind as she watched Spencer though, an amused sort of smirk spreading upon her lips as his eyes jumped from place to place- like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to start.
"Thank you," she said smoothly, moving away from him and weaving to find herself in front of the aforementioned 'naked' dummy, undoing her shirt's buttons on the way.
"If you're shy," she said to him, her shirt sliding off of her shoulders, which she draped on one of the boxes of ammunition, and then slid the kevlar vest down, the red straps of her bra peeking as the kevlar came down her back, "Avert your eyes now,"
Yeah, a little too late there Dom.
She glanced at him with a bit of a raised eyebrow form over her shoulder, before pulling the vest all of the way off, and pulling it over the shoulders of the dummy. Dominique was neither here nor there about Spencer seeing her in her bra- she'd never been a particularly modest woman, and hey, what the hell did she have to hide?
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:33 pm
And... the gorgeous woman was taking her shirt off in a room full of enough weapons to make his head spin. ********. ********. ******** was not modest. At least, not in the ordinary sense. That was to say, he had a few issues with his own odd appearance, but he certainly wasn't uncomfortable with nudity.
But. ******** been awhile since he'd been around anyone half naked who wasn't Jaden, and frankly, he was wound a little to tight to calmly continue their conversation as if she hadn't just stripped down to her bra.
Not that he blamed her. His vest wasn't what you'd call comfortable either. Though he wasn't exactly sure how she'd react to him responding by stripping off his own shirt.
Quite clearly, the boy was now unsure of where to put his eyes for entirely new reasons. At least this time, he knew what he wanted to be looking at. With effort, and not before his gaze jumped a bit frantically about the room, he managed to fix his eyes on her face.
"Alright, so how long am I allowed to stare before it's creepy?"
Real smooth, Spins. Real smooth.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:21 pm
Dominique had no problems with her own appearance, and nor was she uncomfortable with nudity. Granted, she didn't like to see what she classified as 'unattractive nudity'. I.E., Old men in speedos, overweight men in speedos, overweight women crammed into speedos and itty bitty tops- but she supposed they had their right to wear whatever they wanted. Even if they probably really, really shouldn't have. But it didn't mean that it bothered her past a little bit of a wrinkled nose from mild distaste.
She turned a little bit, her shirt not yet done up, and sitting fairly low on her back. From the way she was angled, he could see the bruising forming on her ribs from where she'd been shot- and, more interestingly, the continued red lace of her bra.
She grinned a little, and chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him, before shaking her head a bit.
"I don't think there's anyone here who will blame you for staring," she shrugged her shoulders, before pulling her shirt up over them, and starting to do the buttons back up.
Ah, that had been worth it if only for the reason of having messed with his head a little bit. Poor Spencer.
Well, if he got nothing else out of the date, he had the image of Dom, with her shirt off in a red bra, surrounded by guns and various other weaponry to remember?
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 11:42 pm
He wanted to say something complimentary. And maybe a little more classy then 'we should have sex now, don't you think'. 'Gorgeous breasts' was probably also out of the question.
"I don't think anyone could blame me. Have to be blind." He managed.
He blinked a bit, as if chasing the way the afterimages of bright flash. He could dwell on her body later. For now, it was all the more incentive to attempt not to make too much of an a** out of himself.
He was still, to some extent, staring at Dom. She was hot with her shirt on too, after all. And he had said that no one would blame one. And then he grinned, not sheepishly but with his usual easy confidence.
Fine. Maybe he wouldn't get to know the details of what he'd seen better just now. It was something to hope for. And hell, if she got to be more comfortable, shouldn't he have the same opportunity?
Not quite the same seductive experience unfortunately, but hell. He shrugged out of the jacket, and began unbuttoning his own shirt. The markings were quick to reintroduce themselves as the shirt slid off his shoulders, but, if she hadn't run the first time...
"You probably want this back."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:08 am
She might not have heard the actual running monologue that was going through his head- but she could guess, just from the way he seemed to choose his words. Not to mention she could practically see the slack-jawed expression trying to worm it's way onto his face- but he recovered quickly, and now he was grinning again.
Though, still staring. Dom didn't mind this; she was used to being the center of attention for most things.
"Mm.. You've probably got a point there," she murmured with a chuckle, doing up the last button she'd planned to do up- leaving two open. If she shifted in just the right way, he might just get a peek of that red lace again.
Was this on purpose? Was she just screwing with him?
Even Dom didn't know. Hell, she still wasn't sure what the heck she'd been planning when she invited him home. She was just making it up as she went along... And seduction was something she was good at, so if she was doing it accidentally, or even semi-accidentally....
She watched as he pulled his shirt off again, and this time she got a better look at the markings she'd missed the first time around. He twisted a little bit, and she caught a glimpse of the wolf in flames on his back. Hmm, that one was interesting. Not that all the other's weren't- it was just, she hadn't been able to make out what it was the few glances she'd gotten of it.
She walked towards him, her hand extending for the vest with a smile.
"I'll hang on to it for now, though, who knows the next time you'll need it. Could be handy for you to keep around, eh?" she said this based on his comment about how running around shooting at people and reclaiming territory reminded him of dying...
Before he'd even really gotten his shirt even part of the way back on, her fingers very lightly touched the bruise he had from where he'd got shot, and she smiled apologetically to him.
"Sorry about that," she murmured, grinning, though it was a bit sheepish, "Honestly, I wasn't expecting them to actually have guns..."
She'd been told it was low-end wannabes trying to take over her turf- and usually they just used whatever was handy. She'd just wanted to be prepared... Good thing, too. Or so it seemed.
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