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 Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:34 am
Concetta, now knowing a bit more of Taym's tastes, primped slightly before coming up to see him. Her hair was wrapped up in a pile on her head and secured with a scarf. She wore a drapey top that slid over one shoulder and showed a tasteful swell of bosom beneath. Of course no pair of booty shorts was complete without her usual heels, but she was careful to pick a simpler pair that he may appreciate. She was the type who painted nails when she had nothing better to do, so the star spangled toes from July 4th had been replaced with perfectly filed and painted french tips. Cee'd managed to not finish her tequila quite yet so she packed up the bag with the bottle and her shot glasses and paused in the first floor common room kitchen to steal a wrinkly looking lime out of the fridge. Without the threat of the po-po lurking around every corner, she hardly cared that a fat joint was visibly tucked behind her ear. Room 252 was easy enough to find even though she'd been trying to snoop into any cracked door on the quiet second floor. He'd said it would be open so Cee simply walked right in, sing-songing a 'Houuuuusekeeeeping!' as she did so.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:44 am
If she'd gone out of her way for him, he had not returned the favor. He had not shaved in well over a week, and he had not bothered to change out of a threadbare, vaguely academic sweater and a pair of jeans that had definitely seen better days. That said, he was in visibly better shape than she'd seen him last--still painfully thin, still sporting exhausted-looking bags under his eyes, but with hands that seemed merely bony instead of skeletal, and a face merely angular rather than full of startling hollows. He was lying supine on the bed, a book lofted, and he glanced up from the pages and then almost immediately subsided. Last time she'd made the progression to the inevitable remarkably easy and speedy. This time, though, there were formalities to be attended to first--formalities he was looking forward to, but formalities, anyway. "Take your pick. And lock the door," he said vaguely, indicating the desk chair, the armchair, and then, hauling himself up to put out his cigarette, the newly-freed foot of the bed. (Bigger bed. He didn't say it. He didn't have to.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 8:52 am
As time as she spent on herself, she rarely paid attention to the state of others unless she had to. Obviously girls who chose to hang with her socially were put under a magnifying glass of judgement, but men were pigs so it was to be expected that they were always a hot mess. Click went the lock without a word. Inside she barely held back from yelling down the hall 'SEX.. SEX HERE.. ADULTS TOUCHING EACH OTHER.. LOCKING THIS.. DONT LISTEN AT THE DOOR!' but her better judgement, rare as it was, stopped her. "Whatchu readin?" And like a kid she ran (wow in those shoes) and leapt onto the bed with a bounce (of the bed and herself).
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:00 am
" The Diamond Age," he answered distractedly, following the line he was reading to its end before he dog-eared the page and finally set it aside (unthinkingly squaring it with the edge of the nightstand). "Nice shoes," he observed, which was as much as she got in the way of acknowledgement of her many, uh, charms, before he made gimme-hands at the bag, impatiently. "I was going to ask how you were settling in but you've already acquired highly-coveted goods and gotten an upstairs room, so I'm going to assume that it's fine. Did you try on the boots? You tried on the boots, didn't you."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:33 am
"Why thank you!" She kicked her legs up in the air a bit, the silver thorned bracelet around her ankle jingling slightly as she showed off. "Yeah ya know a girl gotta live amirite?" She rolled on the bed to lay on her stomach, pushing the bag across to him and propping her head on her hand. With her free hand she pulled the joint from behind her ear (and with whatever measure of crawling over him she had to do) stole his lighter. She lit it up with a puff puff drag. "So whats tha occasion?" Smoke lazily drifted from her mouth and nostrils. Inviting her so blatantly over. Somehow he'd not seemed like the type to straightforwardly request someone like her to be present, preferring to allow coincidence or necessity to dictate their meetings.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:42 am
It was entirely possible that his irritable pushing away of the lighter had been a transparent ploy to get her into his lap, because once she was there he relinquished it. It was still difficult, bordering on impossible, to let someone touch him; he managed through supreme effort not to cringe or flinch, to toy with the scarf in her hair almost as nonchalantly as he wanted to. Fiona was silent in the particular way that indicated that she'd pointedly withdrawn, hurt and irritated, and not merely made herself absent. "Do you want," he asked, foregoing the shot glass in favor of drinking right out of the bottle, "the ugly truth or a flattering lie? Actually, I can manage a flattering truth, too, if you want it. Which I assume you do." Irrationally, abruptly, he hated her. He hated her so intensely that it made his mouth run dry; made him disgusted over every inch of her that was in contact with him. The moment was mercifully brief, a flicker that flared painfully and died almost instantly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 9:57 am
Cee was oblivious to the disgust and not-caring about his issue with touching. You don't call a hot girl for a booty call and then not want to touch. She wasn't the type to have sympathy for 'quirks' or even for mild social disorders. In her opinion things like that needed to be powered through, any lack of ability to do so just meant weakness on that person's part. "HA!" She barked and threw her head back with a pleasant arch of neck. She'd positioned herself sideways in his lap, legs draped lazily off to the side and one arm propping her up so she could offer him the joint. "Make it ugly. Always ugly. I want da ugliest truth you can lay on me." After he took a swig she snatched the bottle. With a bit of rustling in the bag she soon was turning her head to give him another view of neck, this time with some salt and lime. Body shots Taym. Her dark eyes said 'dont be a p***y'.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:01 am
Taym was an inveterate liar. He was a good liar, so he didn't necessarily exude liar to all and sundry, but he was aware that as far as lingering first impressions went, most immediately assumed that he was both dishonest and manipulative. Add to that the secretive streak that even Cee had to be aware of already, and he felt comfortable dishing up a truth in a tone that suggested he was being dishonest for the sake of having something interesting to say. A lie, in other words, that was true. He exhaled thoughtfully. "Trying to make someone jealous," he said. "Couldn't think of anyone better suited for the job."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:08 am
"Aw, I'm the best fer that s**t." Cee laughed again. "Whosit? I won't tell I swear." Though she had her suspicions from reading on twitter. Everyone's business, no matter how private, if known by one solitary soul ended up advertised on twitter. Whether it was bragging or Rep throwing it into someone's face, it all came out. She grinned though, "Or maybe they'll also take me up on makin you jelly hahaha and who makes out in the end?" Double thumbs. "THIS GAL. Hahaha." Suckers.
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:15 am
He was still pointedly ignoring the body shots invitation, taking far more pleasure in being aggravating and thwarting advances than he did in actual physical closeness, at least for the time being. He'd get to it later, undoubtedly. "You got a little something there," he said, indicating his own neck. a*****e. "Anyway, I'll let her remain nameless. You're in Death division: do your recon. Although being as you're in Death division," he added, handing the joint back across, "I note with dismay that your plan to become a traitorous backstabber is also division-appropriate. Judas."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:29 am
"I already done my recon." She said smugly. "I jus like hearing it. Now if you don't lick this s**t off my neck the only 'stabbin' happenin tonight gonna be you alone in the shower." At least her displeased pout was strangely cute. "'Sides I ain't never backstabbed in my life." Her eyes darted to the ceiling unconvincingly. "Not my fault if people al'ays misunderstandin my intentions. I'm a special snowflake.." She mock-whined. "No one understaaaands me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 10:44 am
"Charming. Body shots are disgusting," he informed her. "I hate ******** theatrics. Sushi off a woman's a**, those desserts that come on fire. No thanks." Just bring him an eighty dollar bite of sea urchin and dry-aged beef swimming on a giant white plate and garnished with three drops of sauce. Not theatrical at all. Nonetheless, he bent to take care of it, and he hated the smell of hairspray and what he thought was probably fake tanner, and loved it: reminded him, all too strongly, of the person he'd been a few years before, with the added bonus that at least Cee had all her teeth and probably didn't have a purse full of bloody Kleenex and empty orange-colored bottles. He lingered there, and he kept up the same idle, conversational tone despite the fact that he should by all rights have been murmuring this into her neck. "Can you do the 'I'm not here to make friends' one too? That one's a classic. Except I think that one is probably actually true."
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2014 11:12 am
"It's salt an' lime. It's practically a goddam cleanin solution." Cee huffed but was appeased when he finally gave in. "I don't wanna eat nothing offa or outta no ones a** or cooch. People get funky as hell." "Oh I gottem all." Cee tossed her hair a moment and bobbled her head, putting on a shrill tone that seemed to get just a shade more ghetto than usual, "I AINT EVEN HERE TA MAKE FRIENDS. IM HERE TA WIN." And then, "OH s**t GIRL HOLD MY EARRINS IMMA BOUT TA RIP OUT A WEAVE." She'd gotten the joint back, taken a puff and then lifted her brows, back to being calm and with a complacent smile. "You wanna shotgun?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 8:55 am
The demonstration startled a laugh out of him--an actual laugh; a real laugh; a quiet little bark of a thing--and he went, instinctively, to rake his fingers through the hair that wasn't there. "Preferable to body shots," he conceded. His phone buzzed; he pulled it from his pocket and without even looking at it tossed it into the armchair, leaning back and pulling her with him. You first. "How's that soap opera coming, anyway?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2014 10:23 am
It was the first time in her company that Taym had actually laughed and gave Cee one of her rare, truly satisfied moments. Her smile curled like the grinch. She didn't know that normal, less hollow, souls felt nice things like that all the time. To her something like this was a treat and thankfully Taym seemed less and less like a drag the more their companionship stretched out. "Oh s**t writes itself, you kiddin me?" She kicked one of her ankles in dramatic punctuation as she nodded to Taym, took a short puff for herself, and turned the joint to delicately clutch in her lips. Concetta leaned up to Taym's mouth, gaze shrouded by the bits of smoke sneaking from her lips, and she gave him the shotgun of his life. She only stopped when he indicated (most of the time it was a cough or a head shake) and the joint found its way back to her hand. "No ash mouth." She grinned. "It's a good night haha." And found the final drink of tequila left in the bottle and chugged it.
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