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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:42 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:51 pm
"It takes two to get married hun, I dont remember it either"
He sighed, Hearing a knock at his bedroom door he raised an eyebrow. He reached for a pair of pants hopping to the door as he put them on. He motioned to the bathroom with his head signaling that tarma should prolly hide and he pressed his back to the wall near the door.
"Who is it?" He called and he opened a drawr on a table with a glock on it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:52 pm
*Shins gruff voice in a forced phalsetto*
"House keeping!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 8:58 pm
Disdain coated her features, telling him just what he could do with that suggestion. Gripping the sheet in one hand, she reached beneath her pillow for the dagger hidden there, drew it out and nodded to him to open the door.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:04 pm
Hiro rolled his eyes and picked up the gun opening the door and thrusting the gun into whomevers head, whomeever in this case being shin. He sighed and lowered the wepon letting the door swing open.
"You got scruffy"
he commented as he set the wepon down. And began picking up Discarded clothing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:08 pm
"Shinsa?!"
Jesus H. Christ, it was like a bad plate of spaghetti induced nightmare! Any minute her ******** accountant would show up asking if she'd filed her B1004 forms yet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:17 pm
"Sorry! Jeez I didn't realize I was breaking up the party.... You're the one who asked for the wake-up call if I dind't see you by noon..." He hung loosely about the door, rocking back a step at the presentation of the gun.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:23 pm
Hiro rubbed his head.
"I dont remember asking, but I dont remember saying I do either."
He looked to Tarma.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:25 pm
She let herself have one good moment to seeth over that one, then flicked the dagger over the back of her hand and slapped it down on the dresser. Wake-up call indeed. Presumptious b*****d. His comment had her shooting a venomous glare at him. How dare he marry her, then deny the wish to do so? b*****d. Utter b*****d! <******** off Hiro. At least you married someone with class!"
Pulling the shreds of her dignity around her, Tarma crossed her arms over the sheet in an attempt to keep herself covered; not that Shin seeing her naked would have mattered, but she'd be damned if Hiro was getting a peep show as a morning-after reward for what apparantly would be the most regretful night of her life. She offered her guest a smile, stepping seamlessly into the role of gracious hostess.
"Good morning, Shin. You know you're welcome in my home any time. Care to stay for breakfast?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:29 pm
"Uh yeah... actually... Thats the nature of the wake-up... Something about IHOP takeout... I couldn't remember exactly what you asked for..."*produces a rather large white paper sack from the other side of the portal* "I mean, hell I didn't expect to run into you guys in Vegas last night as it was, and I'd had a few myself *he chuckled* Man alive... you two were ten shades of horny last night... But I digress! Anyways, I brought over whatever seemed best offerings... in the face of not being able to remember OR understand your drunken ravings last night..." * Shin proofferd the sack to Hiro, followed by two thermoses*
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:41 pm
"Do you actually mean to tell me...that you KNEW about this....and you. Didn't. Stop. Us."
A red haze drifted over her vision as her hands shot out to grip the front of Shin's shirt, hauling his face into hers so she could snarl at him. The woman had a hell of a snarl; Doberman's could have taken lesons. The kill lights in her eyes weren't diminishing, and it seemed quite possible that his death was imminent.
Until the sheet slipped.
It was interesting, watching her expression change as she processed the new development; for an instant, it was uncertain whether she was more interested in his demise or preserving her dignity. Dignity won out, and she made a grab for the material.
"Bastards, both of you! I'm putting hits out on you! I'm going to grind your bodies into mince meat and throw it to the fishes! I'll have your feet cemented!"
Raving, completely insane with fury, the Mafia Heiress stormed out of the room, cursing and threatening her way down the hall. A distant door slammed, cutting off the rant, but the hatred left in her wake practicaly pulsed.
A pleasant morning, all in all.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 9:48 pm
Hiro rubbed the back of his head embarrised.
"well I guess what happens in vagas, doesnt nessarilly stay there"
He grabbed a shirt off the ground, whipping it out to get rid of the wrinkles.
"Shin why dont we go wait in the kitchen while my dear wife freshens up a bit"
He led shin into the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 10:20 pm
Slamming the door felt good. So good that she stalked straight through her lavishly decorated bedroom to the connected bathroom and slammed that door too. When that didn't quite do it for her, she reached out to pluck up an urn, heaving it into the gilded mirror and destroying both in a shower of broken glass. Breathing heavilly, she stared at the pieces. The urn had been Ming Dynasty, and priceless; the glass had been Cheval, imported from a dead Counts estate in France. Both were irreplaceable objet d'art.
Leaning back against the door, she closed her eyes and resisted the urge to weep. Damnit, she'd been raised among Italians; no one did histrionics or temper tantrums the way the Italians did. No one did anything the way the Italians did.
Weddings, she mused, were a big thing with them. Marriage wasn't just a choice; it was an event. Flowers, music, decorations, and of course, food. In their culture, it would have been made to be a beautiful, joyful moment in her life. This, she thought as she pressed her hands to her eyes and let the tears flow, was neither.
She was married. To a man who barely tolerated her, certainly didn't respect her. She couldn't even remember her own wedding.
And she had no idea how to be a wife.
Emotionaly worn out, she pushed herself upright and moved to turn the shower on, crawling under the freezing stream without caring about the temperature. Going through the motions, she made herself ready to face the day, donning simple jeans and a red graphic tee that read 'b***h' in bold black letters; it felt appropriate.
Slowly, she made her way downstairs, pausing in the hall to listen to the voices coming from the kitchen.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2007 11:25 pm
Shin had thing to do so he had left Hiro after collecting more than his share of the bill for the food. Something about delivery fee. Hiro munched on pancakes, solemnly, he wasn't sure exactly how to feel about this, he was pretty sure that he engineered this whole debacle. He took a long drink of O.J. setting the glass down. he had heard the crashes, figured that was probably a bad sign. But for now there was enough horrible Ihop food to give a healthy man a heart attack. He sighed looking back at the ring on his finger. A smile spread across his face, he felt an odd sort of joy seeing it there. He turned the ring around his finger.
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