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 Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 1:27 pm
So.
Christian had completely let her down: 110% failed her.
Kristen's parties were infamous through out the campus and rightly so. The red-head put a lot of effort into her planning and was very attentive to the needs of her guests - she catered for every age group and educational institution; there was always something for everyone. However, the scale of her events often meant she sourced certain things from reliable friends.
She had someone she could call on to secure the best venues, there was someone she could call to source bar staff and DJ's and of course there was someone she could call on to get her hands on certain narcotics.
However, said person was currently having his wisdom teeth pulled, which meant Kristen had to make the trip herself.
So the Crystal student found herself in a part of town she hardly ever ventured to. Finally finding a parking space she left the safety of her car and started to walk down the street; cyan eyes scanning the area for the address she was looking for. She looked towards a particular door and tilted her head to the side curiously; was this it?
Christian said he had called ahead to say she was coming and it would all be ready for her when she got there. Taking her phone from her coat pocket she rang the number that had been passed onto her.
"Hello? I think I am outside? I hope."
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 3:46 pm
Mehtab kept no physical list of his clients. No numbers or texts, all business was done in house, word of mouth. He took a lot of extra steps to sell, but like hell he was going to risk his track record, a lifetime of not being in the system, and his future by selling to the wrong person. Heck, he kept everything old school so not even one gig of data would exist to incriminate him. Paranoid or not, Mehtab wasn't about to trust tech with what all that NSA deals going down. No, he was against the man and telecommunication companies. Even if he needed a cell plan to just have a phone. The banes of today's tech. Yet when a standing client had wanted him to sell to their recipient, Mehtab had been very precise on just who and what had to happen. He wasn't gonna play some game and get caught up in a sting. But everything that Christian said checked out, and the girl seemed to be legit. Plus she was cute going by the photos, so he'd said okay. Today being the day, he'd waited for her to show up and when his phone rang reading as 'unknown number' yet it being the one he remembered as the girl's? He just hit talk before walking outside. "Yeah. You are outside, so, lets fix that and have you come inside yeah?" He held the door open for her, eyeballing the street to make sure nothing was amiss. No new cars. She was coming clean and that was exactly how he wanted it.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 11:02 am
She paused a moment.
"Oh, awesome - Hi!" The red head waved at him and nodded with a large and inviting smile. She slipped her phone back into her coat pocket and then, with a skip in her step, approached the man who had emerged from the building.
Kristen looked up at him and took in his appearance. Truthfully, she had no reference to draw from, she could have been meeting a woman for all she knew.
To her surprise; he was not as scary or intimidating as the picture she had build up in her mind; infact he was rather cute himself! It put her at ease.
"I'm Kristen. Sorry I got an address but never thought to ask your name?"
She tilted her head to the side, her eyes apologetic as she waited for him to lead her inside.
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 12:06 am
He smiled at her noticing her own look of inspection. "I can pose if you like. Shirtless costs extra though." Actually, if it was summer, he'd probably not be wearing one at all. The bane of not having AC in your apartment. "Nice to meet you though Kristien. Name is Mehtab. Christian said you were looking for a good hook up?" Right down to business he eyed her collar and shirt. He was paranoid as ever and wondered if she'd be willing to entertain him. "I'll be flat with you- It was pretty sudden, and I'm not to good with sudden swings. He told me he was dealing to you, which frankly, I'm not thrilled to hear." Mehtab was careful and the fact a guy was possibly selling to undercut him? "Bad for business and my rep if he's dishing to underage. I like a clean card sooo-" He held out a hand. "You got an ID on ya?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2016 12:43 am
"Sorry, was I staring?" Kristen blinked; making a point to look to the side and break eye contact. She hated forgetting faces; but she doubted that would be a problem with him. Methab had had a rather unusual one, handsome but unusual, not one that would slip her mind any time soon. "It's a bad habit of mine - No need to put on a show." She winked with a small, all to innocent laugh.
She wanted to stay on his good side; his certain strain had an unusual smell to it. A smell that kept her parents and the housekeeper off her back as they did not recognise it for what it was. Though, she found it cute that he thought she would have to pay to get his shirt off - if she wanted she was sure she could manage it for free.
Leaning against the wall she stayed focussed on him; and tried to keep her eyes from wandering too much. Alas, she was nosey and it was hard not to glance around his place.
"That is not 100% accurate; you were always dealing to me. He was just the one who turned up to collect it." Christian was wrapped around her little finger and she knew it. Maybe she did take advantage of his crush every once in a while; but there was no harm in that. A girl should not put herself in any avoidable danger, and this neighbourhood was not what she would call safe.
"Hmmm, eeerm." She thought for a moment, she was not expecting that.
"Yea; actually. One sec. Just don't make fun of my mug shot - Nobody looks cute on their licence." She reached into her purse and pulled out her licence; placing the card in his hand.
Kristen had turned eighteen on Christmas Day.
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Posted: Sat Feb 13, 2016 9:14 pm
Mehtab laughed in spite of the air of uncertainty, looking over her card before handing it back to her. "Thank god. And nah, you had more that look of just woken up. Better than stoner face. That's the look from half the IDs I get." He walked over to a small desk, sitting down and pulling out a journal. "So." He motioned for her to sit down. "He was just a fall boy. I can see why- You look the type to not get caught with the usual crowd." He took another glace at her, this time, more looking at her rather than on her for anything indicative of wires. She was cute, and obviously not his typical direct clients- people who spent their free time stoned or needed it to de-stress. "Can I ask what a cute girl like you needs with strains like mine?"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2016 9:00 am
"Aww, you think I'm cute? that's sweet of you to say." There was not a girl on this planet who did not like to be complimented; not a single one. Kristen smiled and then took a seat where instructed.
She crossed her legs and leaned back - cyan eyes watching him as he brought out a journal. "I host parties." She continued; it was only fair she answered his question instead of being fickle and awkward - though the temptation was there.
"Your stuff is always a people pleaser; though I would be lying if I said I did not keep some for myself, on those days when work is being persistently balls." Those days were few and far between. However, when technology was against you and sponsors were being dicks; it helped her keep her temper, and by extension her tongue, under control.
Kristen had been to anger management, yoga classes, medication groups and read all the self help books you could name and nothing helped as much as a gin and a good smoke.
She shurgged and slid down on the couch so she was laying on her front, kicking her feet in the air behind her and propping up her chin with her palms. "Thanks for being cool about all this; I have not been jacking you around - honest. I just hated the idea of going to some strangers place, you know?
Though now we have finally met face to face, I might come more often"
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:03 am
He snorted a laugh. "Hey, I just say it like it is. Cute is cute." Pulling out a small bo from a nearby desk he lifted out a few vials. One was capped in orange, another in red. "Parties- makes sense then. Your boy asked for a lot sometimes, so always wondered. Glad to hear it does will. If you get people wanting to cash in I can always open a spot in my schedule. If you like that strain-" He offered the red capped vial, a small smile on his face. "Smell. Its supposed to be berry. The taste is still lacking since its mostly scent, but my goal is to have the taste come in as well." It would be hard but worth it if he could pull it off. "Mmm-" He debated saying it before he figured she was too cute not to. "I won't lie, being jacked by you seems like it'd be a lot funner than most things." He was smiling. "I keep a clean client list. If you want direct, well, you'd have better selection of batches. And could negotiate prices or trades. I like amazon gift cards." "And dates."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 1:35 am
The redhead smiled in his direction; he was being charming, Christian would not like that one bit. She smiled and pushed herself up to kneel on the seat; throwing her long braid over her shoulder as he leaned in her direction.
Kristen took the red vile from him and took in a deep breathe - trying to focus on the scent, one thing came to mind. "It smells like... flavoured lip scrub." She stated with a small laugh; that made sense, she used berry flavoured lip scrub near every morning. On handing it back she went to her bag and pulled out a packet of lollipops, those variety selections you got from corner shops, the packet was already open, but as she grabbed one for herself she offered the open bag to him. "Hmm?"
Kristen's near constant sweet cravings meant regular check-ups at the dentists; but it was not a habit that looked like it was going to fade any time soon. "That does sound worth my while. My work hours are pretty intense though; you might have to shuffle your schedule around to accommodate me. If you are willing to do that; well, I am sure we can come to some kind of agreement." Well that was surprising; was he asking her out? That in itself was nothing new, but not many people straight up asked her.
The blondness of it made her eyebrow raise, and admittedly peeked her interest. She smiled; looking to the side in thought and debate, before she brought out a flyer from her bag.
"Here; I have a date for you. See for yourself how well it does. We will see where it goes from there."
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 2:18 am
He smiled. Lip scrub was a good start. All it told him was that he had a ways to go, but, he was on the right track. Pulling a lollipop from the bag he spin it in his fingers before pocketing it. "I can make time. Helps that I make my own work hours you know." The flyer taken, he tucked it into the same pocket before walking over to open the door. "Consider it a date. I'll even be the one to bring the goodies." He smiled. "And a special strain of strawberry for you."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2016 2:26 am
"Sounds good to me." She nodded as she slid from the couch and rose to her feet, taking that as her cue to make an exit. Christian had already arranged a price previously and she had prepared it; she left the envelope on his desk on her way to the door.
She turned around at the last second to look at him; like she had just forgotten something. "Oh, there is a dress code. I take it very seriously." She winked, before placing the lollipop back into her mouth and making her way to her car with a bounce in her step.
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