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 Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 2:39 pm
The dance floor was more crowded than usual, even for a Friday, and after five minutes or so on the floor, she felt sweaty, disgusting and needed a quick pick-me up. Tossing her waist length blue hair and putting just enough sway in her stride to draw the attention she craved, weaving through the mass of writhing bodies, careful to avoid wandering hands- the one downside to coming to the club - she made her way to the bar.
Regardless of the fact all stools were taken, and there was quite a crowd in her way, she wove through the bodies, leaving many to question how she got there, and wondering if she had some sort of power that allowed her to simply appear without the usual shoving and jostling and spilled drinks such often entailed. Smiling secretively to herself, she ignored the muttering, murmuring and occasional appreciative remark... while she might enjoy going to clubs and picking up the occasional partner, there was no one there tonight that she would even consider acceptable...
'Fresh lime soda on the rocks, 'keep.' She ordered as she flopped gracefully onto the lap of the nearest person.ChibiGingi sorry about the short start
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 5:31 pm
Life was good again for one named Richard Moreau.
The last time he was in a bar or a club, he had managed to get himself kicked out into the streets, and while at the time it hurt his feelings, in retrospect he could look back at the situation and laugh. Good, long and hard. They had every right to boot him out of the club that night, as he was rude and disruptive, so it was all water under the bridge. Which was definitely good for them, because had he held a grudge against them, then a certain General would have to give them a visit.
But that was to be left in the past. Right now, Richard only wanted to be surrounded by the company of others, with sweet music (or something that could at least be passed off as music) soothing his ears, and sweet, sweet bourbon nectar sloshing around on his tender palette. And the energy that was flowing around the joint was reinvigorating, and for an extrovert like Richard, it was his lifesource. He couldn't think of a way for this night to get any better than it already was...
And then he was wrong! Horribly wrong! But... it was a good kind of wrong. Hearing a nice, feminine voice so close to him at the bar wasn't completely out of character, but suddenly having the owner of that lovely voice sitting on his lap? That was certainly something new! And completely welcomed, too.
"I do hope you're comfortable, dear." Richard said, wearing a smile and and leaning forward so that he could get a better look at her. Oh, yes, he'd definitely like his lap to be this lovely lady's personal cushion any day of the week.dawns_aura Nah, this is perfectly fine! c:
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 10:24 pm
Normally Lianna wasn't fussed about whose lap she would borrow while waiting for her drink- male, female, young, old... it didn't matter. It was just what, thirty seconds to a minute at most. Not much time in the grand scheme of things... really, little more than the blink of an eye. Although there had been a few occasions in which the encounters were a little awkward for one reason or another.
Shivering slightly as her chosen 'seat' spoke, his breath stirring the short hairs on the back of her neck, she paused. Considering just who she had flopped on. She turned her head to try and get a look to see just who it was.
Red hair and matching eyes. That was the first thing she had noticed. That, and the fact he was probably one of the very few people in the club who were actually attractive, and that to her rather exacting standards. Such a lovely shade of red, and against her own pale, cooler appearance, they must make a rather attractive image to those around them. At lest to those who weren't to drunk to notice...To one who had been brought up to be mindful of the image she presented, she was pleased that her subconscious had similar sensibilities. Such lovely and unusual eyes he had. Remarkable, and not easily forgotten.
Her drink arrived before she could respond, and she was thirsty enough, she reached out to grab the glass and down the contents, needing the cooling refreshment before she returned to the dance floor. Downing the non-alcoholic beverage in a few short gulps she set the glass back down on the bar and turned to face him. Yup, he was definately attractive.
'Thanks for the lap, darling. But now the dance floor is calling my name.' A quick glancing kiss, no more than the swift touch of lips to cheek, and she started to get up, preparing to make her way back to the floor.
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Posted: Sun Feb 09, 2014 3:55 pm
It was an interesting circumstance for Richard and certainly a first. No, the fact that someone would approach him first to initiate the first flirt of many to come wasn't what was a first for Richard, though admittedly it didn't happen as often. What was a first for him was that the young lady that came to sit on his lap did not do so in flirting, and he could tell that she seemed just as surprised as he was when he addressed her. As though she wasn't expecting her seat to respond at all.
Which was a silly thought. Of course he would respond. He wasn't a bar stool nor a chair. He was Richard Moreau, and despite the notion that her intentions weren't to flirt, it was becoming increasingly difficult for little Richard to be quiet. After all, there was a very pretty young lady on his lap... what was a man to do?
He watched her down the drink and he thought her excuse for fleeing was sound. That didn't mean Richard was going to just let her get away without knowing her name. He wasn't planning on taking someone home tonight, but that didn't mean he'd allow a gorgeous woman such as this use his lap as a seat without at least getting her name to call on later. And then she gave him a kiss to the cheeks, and Richard had no choice but to let her off, otherwise her seat would have become a whole lot more uncomfortable. He did, however, manage to keep his tone respectable, at least in his own ears, as he asked her. "Oh? And what may I call you, should I ever like to call? You can call me Richard, if you'd like."
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 10:43 am
She had been prepared to leave the bar and the handsome man there without a second thought - not more than a minute, and really, it wasn't that special a moment either - to return to the 'floor and her normal life once she left the club, though she would have been haunted by him. Wondering just who he was, and if there could have ever been anything between them. So when he offered his name so casually, she couldn't help but stop. Richard. A rather ordinary name for someone who looked like he was anything but.
Be mysterious, and keep them guessing. That was the strategy she had learned to deal with those of the opposite sex. A strategy that had worked well for the last three years or so when she wanted someone to go home with her. But she wasn't planning on going home with anyone that night, no matter how gorgeous they might be.
So here she was, caught between the music and an attractive male, not a bad place to be, but she generally preferred to by caught by an attractive male on the dancefloor. While she was undecided, some of the nearby patrons, started to get a little fresh, wandering hands groped her a**. She didn't want to cause a scene and be kicked out - this was her favorite club- so she couldn't retaliate so she moved closer to Richard again. At least he seemed to be a little safer to be near than the rest of the patrons who seemed to be getting more and more brazen as drinks were downed for liquid courage or whatever reasons they had to drink.
'Lianna. You can call me, Lianna.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:31 pm
Richard's crimson eyes were all but glowing thanks to the ever shifting lights of the dance floor, matching his smile rather perfectly in his mind's eye. He knew nothing of this lady except that she had just as fine of taste of clothing as she did with drinks, regardless of they had alcohol in them or not. She also had a fine taste in seating arrangements, considering she had chosen to sit on him as opposed to the many other men that hung around the bar that particular night.
She appeared elegant and classy, which meant she wasn't stupid or naive, and that was only the more appealing for Richard. It meant that she would not easily be swayed and that any effort he'd have to put forth in winning her extended favor, if at all possible, would be hard earned, and likely well worth it. Some nights he couldn't be bothered with the endeavor, but tonight? He was willing to make an exception.
"Lianna? A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Your parents certainly have class and loved you very, very much," Richard said, taking in her name and filing it away in his mind for later. He met several women, several men, all potential partners and ranked accordingly- he wondered how she would rank this evening? She got closer to him, but he wasn't fooled into thinking that she was growing interested in him all of a sudden, as he caught a glimpse of one of the patron's making a reach. Without missing a beat, he took advantage of the swiveling chair, spinning it ever so slightly at just the right moment so that the man's hand came to touch his own rear, and he gave an excited 'eep!' He cast the man a look, not once raising his voice or breaking it out of the sugary-sweet tone it had taken since she came to sit on him, even if his words were as sour as a warhead. "That's a little rude, sir. Could you please keep your hands to yourself next time? As you can see, this is a private party!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:14 pm
Family was more than a touchy subject with Lianna, nearly reaching taboo status regarding speaking of them, but he was a stranger and not aware of this fact, and she was sufficiently relaxed, at least enough to let it slide, she ignored the wording but accepted the compliment for what it was. A compliment. A girl could never hear too many of those.
She started to respond when she noticed the hand - not another, this was becoming very old. She was almost ready to leave this establishment, despite it being her favorite, her adrenaline and enjoyment of the dance dimming. It was too damn early to return home, but seriously, she was seriously pondering finding someone to go home with, just to avoid her empty apartment.
She was highly amused when she saw the patron jerk back with a look of disgust. He had been aiming to feel up a lovely young woman and got a handful of a male's a** instead. Fitting. She smothered a laugh, though she was unable to not smirk when he looked towards her with an offended look.
'That was absolute genius, darlin' ' He definately deserved a kiss or something for that. 'My hero.'
'Perhaps we should turn this into a private party.'
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Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 1:22 pm
'Worked like a charm,' Richard thought to himself as not only did the offender retreat from the situation before anyone could think wrong of him but having gained Lianna's favor in the process. Was it enough to take her home with? Perhaps so, perhaps not? But given the mention of 'private party', he suspected that he had swung and hit the ball right out of the park. Good. He needed more victories under his belt...
"Aw, please... he was being rude and I was doing my duty to keep you and your respectable assets safe," Richard said in as sincere a voice as possible, though he was certain that she'd suspect his false modesty. No, Richard wasn't chivalrous often, and he wasn't modest. He simply had manners, which was more than one that other gentleman had. "Please, just call me Richard. I only did what any respectable man would do, nothing more."
Speaking of the invitation to the private party, Richard was more than willing, and it reflected in how his smile deepened. There wasn't lust in his crimson eyes, but intrigue, and he was quick to down the remains of his drink before giving his answer. "And I would very much like that. Where shall we take this private party, my dear?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2014 12:29 pm
Lianna was far from ignorant- hell, she had used similar tactics Richard was using now- in order to get what she wanted. She could almost see the thoughts in his mind, and rolled her eyes quickly, almost unnoticeably. It was cliché and obvious, but aw hell, why not? She could accept the behaviour as almost chivalrous. Such actions, even with less than honorable intentions in mind, were all too rare. More men should try it, they might actually get lucky if they did so.
The combination of sweaty bodies, adrenaline and alcohol -not that she was drinking any tonight- was slowing getting to her head, making her mind a little fuzzy and her decisions less intelligent than they would normally be. Normally, she wouldn't be so blunt, and say such things, but now it was said and couldn't be unsaid, and she wasn't displeased, persay, just, she didn't know how it was to go from here.
In usual circumstances, she would just say they should head back to his place, but that didn't feel right. Nor did inviting him back to her place.
She leaned in and ran a hand along his jaw and down his chest. 'As long as it means a good time, I'm up for anything darlin'. '
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 6:03 pm
Richard was none the wiser that Lianna was onto his little act, though if he had an idea, it probably wouldn’t have bothered him much anyway. He was enjoying a good drink, the company of a very, very beautiful young lady, and had managed to get another man so flustered that he was now retreating from the bar entirely. This was already considered a good night in his book! He never once notice her roll her eyes, as he was too busy considering where he could possibly take her.
His apartment would have been just fine, but somehow he had a sneaking suspicion that the sight of two very big dogs, one of which was still very, very jumpy, wouldn’t be considered fun for one such as Lianna. She seemed prim and proper, not at all the type that’d want to risk her dress smelling like dog. Or maybe he pegged her wrong and she adored them? Still, didn’t seem like a good idea, so he scratched that off the list.
“I’m all for good times,” Richard said, enjoying her touch as much as her company, even when he racked his brain on where the two of them could take this private party. So many places, where to even begin! She didn’t seem to have much of a preference for anything either, which could make things extremely easy or difficult. “And anything, you say? My imaginations going to some fun places right now. How about… I treat you to my favorite casino? They serve only the best drinks, and they even have private quarters. Best place to host a private party, don’t you think?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 11:49 pm
Dancing had already lost it's appeal for the evening, her enjoyment of the club had dimmed and she was more than ready to blow the joint. And while dancing and sex tended to be her favorite friday night past-times, after she gave Richard carte blanche as to the evening's activities, neither were actually first on her mind. Actually, seeing his sense of humor through the way he'd dealt with the groping boor, she had considered more along the lines of mischief, though not exactly what. Then he had mentioned a casino.
Lianna had never been to a casino before... not had any reason to go, and couple that with all the cliches and stereotypes...cigar and cigarette smoke thick enough to cut with a knife... no thanks. It was so...declasse, improper. Not somewhere a lady should go or be seen to go. And it was that more than the possibility of high quality liquor and gambling, and the 'private rooms' that piqued her interest.
And if it was boring, or if she ended up being disappointed by Richard, well, she could always have her pick of the casino clientele and have her way with them before ditching and returning to the silence and emptiness of her apartment.
'What, you need someone to blow on the dice for luck?'
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 11:40 am
”Hm, not normally a necessity but certainly an added bonus,” Richard said, humored by her question and thinking little else of it. He knew little to nothing about Lianna and vice versa, and the odds of the two ever seeing one another again were relatively slim. But that was perfectly fine with someone like Richard… all he had to do was continue to impress and keep her interested for a single night, and if he couldn’t manage that, then perhaps his goose was finally cooked. Not that he thought it’d be much of a problem, though… there were some things he had lost, but his charm? Never.
“I know of a great place and the best part is that it’s not far away.” Richard would have rather driven her there- something about taking a potential night partner in a hot car sounded much more appealing to him and the best part was that he wasn’t to the point of being over the limit yet. But alas, his car had gone the way of the dodo, killed in its prime thanks to a raging youma that was technically his fault in the first place. Karma was a b***h like that. “We can have a nice evening stroll, even have a fun adventure along the way. You can dance in those shoes, so I’m hoping walking isn’t too difficult a task for you?”
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:24 pm
New destination decided, Lianna was more than ready to leave the club. She had wondered whether or not a vehicle might be involved, a quickie before continuing on with more of the evening's entertainment, or not. It might be a good way to alleviate some o the tension, but it might also be enough for them both and end the night long before she was ready.
For now, the dancing around that might end up with them ******** was thrilling enough. They could still imagine what it might be like. There was no chance it could be disappointing to either. Who knew if reality could even possibly compare with imagination?
'Lead the way, darlin'.' It was after all only right that he lead the way since he was the one who knew where they were going to be going. And it was a good excuse for her to ogle his a**.
It was always amusing to Lianna that most men thought that wearing high heels would hinder movement and make it difficult to walk. Lianna had started wearing heels almost as soon as she could walk, so they never bothered her. And she enjoyed the extra four to six inches of height they afforded her. Allowing her to be as tall as the majority of men, if not a little taller.
'I can walk, don't worry about that. And if not, I'm not afraid to slip the heels off and go barefoot.' Then she snorted, recalling a few of the more interesting reactions some people had.' Unless that offends your sensibilities and seems... scandalous.'
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 3:55 pm
The two were not too different after all, it seemed. The idea of the festivities the two could partake in certainly had him in a mighty fine mood and Richard did little to hide the smile on his face. At her request, he paid for his drinks and made his way towards the exit, getting the distinct feeling that a certain someone was watching him (or at least they were watching his posterior) but not at all bothered by it. Yes, let her admire it all she liked- Richard believed in true equality, after all.
"The idea of you going barefoot worries me, only for what dangerous things could be lying on the ground at any given moment, but do as you please," Richard said, looking back at her and flashing a crooked smile, pushing the door open for her and moving purely through instincts at this point. He knew all of the bars and casinos in the immediate area, thanks to the habit of having to walk once his car was destroyed, so all of this was second nature to him. Like a bird migrating to warmer clients, Richard would migrate to more entertaining and thrilling water holes... and sometimes he didn't always make the journey alone. "And trust me, there's no such thing as too scandalous in my eyes..."
As promised, it wouldn't have been a long trip, and Richard approached Casino Royeaux as if he was seeing an old friend again. He was rather fond of this place, despite its small appearance on the outside, though the real fun and adventure would be waiting on the inside. Now all they needed to do was reserve a table, and he'd allow the lady of the evening to decide which of the many open tables they'd wish to join in. "We have poker, Black Jack, slots... pick your poison!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 1:55 pm
Lianna was enjoying herself. It was a rather novel experience for the somewhat jaded young woman. But here and now, she was able to be herself without feeling like she had to pretend and be someone other than herself. And she didn't have to care about make a complete fool of herself, because the odds were she wouldn't see Richard again. And while in one way it would be somewhat of a disappointment -he was very easy on the eyes and easy to get along with- it was a relief in others. And while she was in his company she would enjoy it to the fullest.
An attractive couple, they drew many admiring glances. She couldn't help but put some sway in her walk, drawing eyes to her. She walked closer to his side, slipping her arm around his, showing others that -at least for the moment- they were together.
'How...quaint.'
She eyed the building, this Casino Royeaux, dubiously. It really didn't look all that impressive. It was drab, and fairly forgettable. A place she would have overlooked on her own. It was a bit disappointing. She had always thought a casino would be somewhat more... glamorous. But she had to trust his expertise, and follow his lead.
She had no real knowledge of the various things he'd suggested beyond what one might see on television shows, which admittedly wasn't a lot, nor was it all that accurate. Slots sounded boring. Black jack, pointless. The only thing that sounded even remotely interesting was poker.
She would simply observe for a few hands. She was a quick learner. Then she would hopefully join in. She wouldn't let Richard have all the fun.
'How about poker?'
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