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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 8:38 pm
Helena lifted her head up and kissed her redheaded friend on the lips "mmmm."
Waylon's jaw dropped at the sight of his boss kissing her half naked friend "uh... boss?"
Helena smirked and easily slipped out of Pamela's grip "stick around Pammy, maybe you'll learn how to properly translate 'no'."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:02 pm
Pamela grinned into the kiss licking her lips once the Italian pulled you. "You know, sometimes I think you man handle me just to show everyone else that you can." She finished buttoning up her dress. If Helena was some man she'd be dead, but she and her best friend had done far more scandelous things together when they were younger.
After rounding up her things she chuckled. "Aww, poor crocodile feels left out." She craned her neck and stood on the tips of her toes, leaning in the kiss him on the cheek.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 9:26 pm
Helena smiled and stepped out of the booth "and in all the times I have, you've never complained once." Her tongue traced across her shade of indigo lipstick as she gave Pamela a wink "so shall we take a break and get lunch of work on the next wardrobe step?"
Waylon grumbled as Pamela kissed his cheek and wiped it off with the back of his palm "not really."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:33 am
She smirked. "Italians don't comprehend complaints they just give them," she quickly stuck her tongue out at her friend.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 10:30 am
Helena winked and walked with Pamela out of the store with their bags "lets see if we can find a decent place to eat. Then we'll try on some evening gowns."
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:24 am
She fluffed her hair, following the brunette. "Any restaraunts with your people's cooking that I'd find up to par?" She was in the mood for pasta and salad.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 11:34 am
Helena nodded "I do know a little place, the owners are immigrants from before the war, they make the best pasta in Gotham." Walking to the teller Helena paid for their newly picked out clothes and passed the bags for Waylon to carry, once their clothes were placed in the car, Helena walked with Pamela and Waylon to a little dinner by the park known as The Garden.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 12:40 pm
"I could go for a salad something fierce," she rubbed her tummy a tad bit.
She looked back at Waylon, grinning. "Does this establishment allow dogs?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 1:02 pm
Helena shook her head "no, that's the Chinatown restaurant." She waved to the cook behind the counter and spoke in Italian "Caesar, your best pasta and your freshest salad for me and my friend. The usual for Mr. Jones." She smiled and picked a booth to sit down "reminds me of the home I never knew."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:35 am
She pouted a bit, upset that Helena either didn't get her joke about Waylon or she purposely ruined her joke about Waylon.
She sat down looking around the establishment listening as Helena spoke.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:59 am
Helena smiled as the cook himself brought Pamela her salad along with a small plate topped with small bottles of various dressings. Leaving a small basket of breadsticks and two glasses of water, he returned to the kitchen to finish preparing Helena and Waylon's meal "Caesar is one of my other clients, he's a good man to his family and to mine."
Waylon sat across from Pamela and set a napkin on his lap and tucked one into his collar before he pulled a breadstick from the basket and silently chewed on it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:38 am
Pamela clasped her hands together in delight. She was a salad fanatic. "Thank you Caesar, this all looks quite lovely."
She chuckled at Waylon. "You look like an adorable puppy chewing on his toy."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 8:38 am
Waylon glared, crunching down on the breadstick "I'm hungry."
Helena smiled and sipped her water "Waylon, don't be so impatient." She smiled when she saw how happy Pamela had begun "he makes the best, its a shame he doesn't receive more customers, with the war and all."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 1:43 pm
She continued to smile at the glaring crocodile, waiting for everyone at the table to recieve their food.
"Well Helena we could always pile the dead bodies in here but I doubt they'd honor their bill."
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 2:36 pm
Helena smiled "he actually was his town's doctor back in Italy, in exchange for giving him the funds to open his dream restaurant, he acts as the medic to my men." She smiled as Caesar brought a plate of Lasagne along with a few slices of garlic bread for Helena a plate of roast speck. "Thank you, Caesar." She smiled as he made his way back to the kitchen.
Waylon picked up the roasted ham with his bare hands and dug in, his inhuman jagged teeth tearing up the ham, while his scaled hands kept the smoking meat from burning his hands.
Helena smiled at her bodyguard's behavior "he really loves their meat. What would like to drink Pam? Caesar has a great wine selection." Cutting up her pasta, Helena took small bites, using her slices of garlic bread to help eat it.
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