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 Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 10:12 am
infinities The New Year is nearly upon you; all around town, people are buzzing with excitement. Sales are aplenty and among some of the better deals is a popular new brand of champagne. The drink’s been getting a lot of attention and very good reviews; it boasts a guarantee for a magical evening. It’s a promise that holds true—sort of. Anyone who imbibes the champagne will be extremely in tune to their more romantic feelings. They may feel more open, more daring, or more flirtatious towards the object of their affections. Or, maybe a glass of it is enough to make them realize they have feelings for someone…Either way, after ingesting the champagne, romance is all you can think about. The effects last for only a few hours, so you’d better use that time well. The bottles are out of stock quickly, so you are lucky to have gotten your hands on one. Lucky, unless you made a fool of yourself in your romantic haze…
They discouraged it at the hospital. The moderation, that is. They warned him against it, citing slippery slopes where one drink would lead him straight down a fifth of whiskey with another hospital trip waiting in the wings. Maybe it would, he'd argue back. Maybe it wouldn't. But the choice was made, and it was his choice to make. Walking the line of moderation sounded far less self-starving than swearing off of drink forever. Alcohol tastes great, felt great, made for great conversation. It made some people more tolerable, and others more attractive. Ice was wise to its many tooled uses; he wouldn't give it up unless in the face of cirrhosis or liver failure.
And he wasn't there yet, so…
He sent a text message out to Jada for the holidays. New Year's Eve rounded th bend shortly, and Ice was feeling his gambler's luck p***k up at once. Perhaps it wouldn't mean much in the romance department, but they could enjoy a few drinks together, reminisce about their friendship, he'd thank her for putting up with all of his stubbornness and his eccentricities, and maybe they'd ******** after. Simple plan, easy expectations to meet. It was a good start to life after the hospital.
And he didn't even need to hastily clean up before her arrival. Damn, it's almost like I like myself again. Smirking, Ice settled into the furs on the leather couch and waited for the familiar door chime.
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Posted: Mon Jan 01, 2018 12:19 pm
The New Year was coming fast, and yet Jada was hard at work fielding questions on all fronts regarding decisions made in the year past- her father, Zora, and Lucas were particularly troublesome. Giulia and Aidan had to join in of course, neither twin really understanding why “Mr. Grandpa” seemed so upset when he looked at their 'father'. They weren't old enough yet to realize the details. That was some family drama, right there, even before the fact Jada wanted Hope there with them. That would have involved... yeah, there were some sacrifices she'd have to make, for now. Regardless, Jada didn't regret inviting Yvaine, Elzo, and Marlo to spend Christmas Eve and Day with the family- it was a complicated mess, but it was family. She had yet to meet someone who had 0 skeletons or troublemakers in their family closet. It wasn't just them, it just seemed like it because she was at ground zero in her own family. Or at least that was what she told herself.
That very family drama was part of the reason why the text from Ice gave the model a brief pause, and put a small, wry smile on her lips. It had been a while since she'd seen him as either Schol or as Ice, and he was almost always just plain fun company to be around. With a few notable exceptions, usually involving the Negaverse. He didn't bring with him any expectations. He had excellent taste in teacups. Was a lovely drinking partner. And the crowning jewel was arguably that he could somehow manage to get both Chinese and pizza delivered without a battle royale forming on the doorstep. She was certain he'd say he had a couple other things about him that were better, but Jada was a simple girl. And controlling takeout was quite the feat. All that mental rambling just to point out that with Ice there was none of the stress and drama and insecurity and emotional confusion that inherently came with thinking about family.
Even beyond that, she had a couple gifts for him. In honor of the holiday season and all.
One of the gifts, Jada was certain that he would handle gracefully, if not down-right enthusiastically. It was a bottle of champagne, prime for the New Year. 'A magical evening' the label claimed, and Jada had been lucky enough to get her hands on two bottles. They were selling out everywhere, and she'd been scouring for a third, but so far no luck. She'd had the pair saved for toasting on New Years' Eve, but one bottle for a friend wouldn't go amiss would it? It would mean they'd have to switch over to something else if someone wanted multiple toasts, but that was fine.
The other gift she had for Ice might actually get her kicked out of his apartment. She'd have to handle that one carefully, but she'd been thinking about it for a long time. It would be beneficial for him, should he choose to do it. She'd slipped the card into a larger card and envelope, stuffing them into a purse. Maybe she'd leave it laying around for him to kind of just... find? That way she could be a coward and worry about fireworks later? Sounded like a plan to her, anyways.
It was freezing cold when she stepped out of the jag and scampered her way towards his door, bottle of champagne clutched to her chest. Worse, it was snowing, and by the time she made it up to the door, her coat, hat, and curls were coated in that odd, sparkling snow dust. She rang the bell with a shaking hand, trying to beat off what she could before dragging it into his apartment. No one cared how pretty snow looked. It felt awful when you were covered in it. “Help,” she mewled sadly at his apartment door, thinking she could hear his approach; “Little Ice, sweet Ice, let me come in.”
Though if he actually had a hair on his chinny chin chin she'd eat her scarf.
Strickenized long post is long and i think it makes sense.
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 10:03 am
By the time Jada reached his door, Ice decided the condo was too cold for company. A flick of a switch lit the fireplace and promised enough warmth to have invited guests stripping their clothes off to stay comfortable. If he wanted to see Jada in clothes, he'd pick up a magazine. With models, 'dressing for the occasion' thus became 'undressing for the occasion' — and really, she had a body that looked far better naked than in stodgy designer outfits.
The doorbell sounded, more a buzzer than a bell, and Ice stepped away from the fireplace heat toward the nondescript door. Loft Condo Part Deux housed a similar layout with all his furniture to the old one, so the 'entry way' once again featured a display bookshelf of a slowly-expanding pen colection. The rug and couches kept for company scooted closer to the fireplace than the center of the room, however; this was the only discernible change from the old setup. If Jada noticed, Ice assumed it would be in the way the heat cushioned between her feet and shoes, or how her arms started to sweat.
Upon opening the door, he was greeted by one pleasantly short, pleasantly cute Jada Chamberlyn, the heiress that seldom acted hte part. Briefly he considered motioning her inside, but simply stood aside for lack of second arm to carry the gesture. "Jada, do come in. You're going to steal my namesake if you keep standing around in the hall like that. It's still snowing outside?" While the question was asked, the answer lay in every fold of her coat and hat.
"Here, let me get your coat. You look like you could use three arms."After closing the door with his a**, he held out a hand to abscond with her winter outerwear. There weren't closets to speak of, but a wall-mounted metal and wood coat rack sufficed.
"Thanks for showing up on such short notice. Not that I really give notice, but…" Ice offered a lackadaisical shrug. "You look fantastic. Not a hair out of place, as usual. So, how many shots will it take for that ensemble to fall off?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2018 3:53 pm
The door opened as she knocked another chunk of snow off her hat. Welp, that would probably melt a little. They could just kick it into the hallway- she wouldn't tell if Isaiah didn't. The short woman peered up at her much taller friend and tried to open her arms, to wave the bag in her grip, but only succeeded in almost dropping it. "I come bearing gifts," she announced cheerfully, stepping inside the apartment and remembering to kick the chunk of snow back out the door behind her.
"It's awful out there," she assured him with a hefty dose of cheer, "But at least it isn't snowing inside the building yet." He bumped the door closed behind her and she set her bag with its gifts down carefully before trying to peel her way out of her coat. It was so hot she could actually imagine her skin starting to prickle back to life- and it probably wasn't even all that warm inside so much as cold outside. Right glove, then left, then a pile of scarf and a Burberry coat that she settled into Isaiah's outstretched arm.
The apartment was looking good- and so was he. Not quite like he'd put weight or color on, but a slightly healthier hue seemed settled on his cheeks. It seemed like there had been some changes in the time since they'd last seen each other, and it gave her hope that maybe he wouldn't take the more expensive of her gifts.... poorly. "Thank you!" she chirped in reply to the compliment, doing a playful little spin. It was a simple outfit, for once, and very comfortable- sweater dress, leggings, belt, boots. "I'm glad you invited me over. I picked up a couple things for you when I was doing my Christmas shopping and wanted to find a time to give them to you. As for losing the ensemble, it depends- what are the shots of, and how close am I to that lovely fire over there when I'm drinking them?" Bending over, she hauled back up her bag, waggling it in his direction before making her way over to the couch.
"Grab a couple glasses and come tell me how you've been doing. And open your gifts." Not that he had to open much with the bottle of champagne she was hauling out.
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Posted: Sun Jan 14, 2018 11:09 am
"You didn't have to bring anything but yourself," he replied, casually pushing her mounds of slush back out into the hallway. The pile of garments worn found their way onto the coat rack, displayed somewhat haphazardly for his lack of second hand to finesse it. But Jada's clothing also looked far more expensive than the rack — it looked far more expensive than his entire condo, really — so the mismatch glared regardless.
Jada was probably used to it by now. Always looking like the odd woman out for how she dressed in dollar bills, where everyone else picked silk or cotton or those awful spandex sweaters. Model life must be tough, not that he'd see any of it in his lifetime.
Isaiah pursed his lips together in an appraising squint. "For an outfit like that… I'd say we're pretending we live south of the border. Tequila, with whatever fruity nonsense I have lying around." He crossed to the kitchen shortly, long legs carrying him over invisible thresholds with ease. A glance in the pantry came first, and in finding the many shelves largely barren, he checked the fridge for signs of life. A couple of oranges sat off to the side along with a nectarine, but nothing really fitting for a night of tequila fun. Did he even have the proper tequila for taking shots?
Squatting, he raided the overstuffed liquor cabinet. Inside sat two kinds of tequila — one silver and one gold, both middle-shelf mixer quality. He frowned, humming his disappointment to himself. "Just kidding. No tequila tonight. Looks like bourbon it is," he finished as he seized a bottle. He straightened, kicked the cabinet closed, and placed the bottle on a serving tray with a definitive clack. Next came two test tube glasses. The assembled tray made its way back to his guest on the flat of his palm, a little shaky for his lack of experience, but practiced enough to avoid any near-disasters.
The sound of gifts perked him, especially coming from Jada, and he turned his dearest smile for her. The set of drinks found their way to the coffee table. "I'm afraid the fire proximity depends on how much you like sitting on the floor. Of course, we can take the furs off this old couch and pile them nicely. Makes it a little more comfortable for this old bones." And they certainly felt old for the abuse they've taken.
"I'm afraid I spent the better part of this holiday season in the hospital, so I haven't gotten much for gifts done. You'll have to settle for my winning personality." A wry grin greeted her. "It's not the most exciting story, and frankly, I don't remember most of it. But that's all over with now, and… We'll see what the future has in store. Hopefully a little less trauma and binge drinking accidents.
"Now." Plucking up one of the gift bags, he sat it on his lap after retiring to the long couch. "Let's see what our bringer of Christmas cheer has for me today."
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2018 8:30 pm
"Just because I only have to bring myself doesn't mean I can't bring a small sacrifice to the Good-Will-and-Charm gods," she countered cheerfully, pulling things out of her bag as he hung up her outer garments, "I have so much more to give in life than just my winning personality." A personality which probably wasn't what she'd been called over for, really, but it was what she'd go with. It certainly made her feel a bit better than saying she'd been called over for her chesticles, or some s**t. She double-checked the couch for his cat before taking a seat, ducking her head next to peer under the table. Hmmm. No cat in sight yet, unless she was blind. Hopefully he hadn't gotten rid of her- she had a gift for the cat, too.
South of the Border. Jada hadn't had tequila in a long time, preferring of late to spend her alcohol quota on things like bourbon, or a glass of wine with dinner. She'd have to be on her best behavior with that, especially since she had the champagne, too. She lifted one leg, unzipping the knee-high boot and starting to peel it down her leg. It was a bit warm for the boots, and she had socks on, so it wasn't like she was making herself too at home, so much as not slaughtering her feet by the fire. "Bourbon is fine too," she called back at the change of liquor, "It'll go a little better with one of your gifts, probably." The second boot found its way next to the first, and she buried her feet against the carpet with a little noise, rolling her ankles and listening to the crack and pop.
Setting the champagne-filled bag slightly out of sight, that left two gift bags sitting on the coffee table- a large and a small. "Well done." she complimented as the tray made it to the table without falling everywhere. Odd, to think that when they had first 'met' a year ago, there almost certainly would have been at least something falling over- either willfully, or because of a lack of practice with having guests. The growth there was a good thing- not drinking out of a bottle. Being social. Possibly realizing that he could learn to do it. Oh, it was still shaky, but he'd tried. She reached out with a foot to lightly tap at his ankle as he took a seat on the couch. "I don't mind a floor, I guess, but I suppose we can see where the evening leads on that one. For now I'm just unfreezing my own old bones. I'm cracking like an icicle."
Hospital. Less trauma and binge drinking. "I'll drink to that," she said cheerfully as he grabbed one of the gift bags. Ahh, the large one. Inside was a small variety of things she had been too lazy to wrap- an inflatable unicorn horn for a cat, a catnip toy. A rolled-up welcome mat. The full 'Happy Man' set of Bottle Stopper, Corkscrew and Bottle Opener... Well. He'd see them in his own time. Jada reached for the bourbon, pouring them both a little bit. "No binge drinking. We'll go easy on the bourbon, maybe, because I brought something a little more exciting to drink." Bubbly, anyways. That counted as exciting!
The smaller bag held the gift she was extra-excited about- the clip on tie. But he'd gone with the larger. She'd just have to be patient. Pushing a small glass for him closer to him, she took a small sip of her own and sighed, feeling the warmth hit her gut. There we go.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2018 9:00 pm
"Are you at your retirement age yet?" Ice asked in jest. "Past your prime already. I'm sure they're kicking models back out the door at 24, 25. Must be pushing you in that direction if you have to unfreeze yourself from a short walk of car to condo." As he spoke, his gaze found the strange and delightful allotment of inflatable toys and tongue-in-cheek knick knacks beholden to his status as an irresponsible adult. The inflatable unicorn horn would most certainly find use before the night was over, assuming TastyKake emerged from her hiding spot long enough to give Jada a hello rub. He pulled each gift out, one at a time, and lined them up on the table in a practiced display.
He sat back a moment to survey his gifts. He looked from each to Jada, the giver and present company, before he shot her a wry grin. "How did you get to know my tacky taste so well?" Must be all my crude jokes.
"So, what else did you bring?" Ice found no qualms in mixing his liquor, therefore asking while he uncapped the decanter. He poured himself a small shot, Jada a second, and held the drink out for her before he took his own. Manners had been a rather steep relearning curve in the past month, especially when living wth a ceature that cared nothing for politeness or courtesy. "Drink wise, I mean. As long as it's not red wine, I think it'd be delightful.
"I regret not getting something for you." Lips now framed in a cocked line, he sat back with drink in hand. A sip; bourbon tasted sharper than he remembered, with a penchant for burning his tongue. He found it a strange amazement that the body rebounded so frighteningly fast. "But there hasn't been much left over in the shop lately. Everyone's been in a rush to get their special someone something new, and we're only just now getting back everyone's unwanteds from when they threw away the receipt. A shame, really. The work week hasn't much allowed for tracking something down, either, but… I'm sure I could find another tea set if you asked me nicely."
There were more gifts, he knew, but the promise of another beverage meant a use for one of the happy men. And he might as well give TastyKake some time to emerge from her cat-eater fear.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2018 9:17 pm
Retirement age! Jada half-snorted, amused. "Probably, though I wish not." Jobs got harder for some, after a certain age- and she still wanted certain things out of life that didn't revolve around modeling. But she was still young, and she should probably take advantage of her skin while it was still elastic, and her hair before the stress began to turn her prematurely gray. Before she had to make a choice between expanding her family or just rolling with what she had- or before the choice was made for her, as she had thought it had been once before. Before that axe that lurked over her head- a dystopian future she had lived in dreams- made its way towards reality, and choices weren't... well. It was a morbid line of thought.
Isaiah didn't seem to mind her playful jokes, and her shoulders relaxed, eyes lightening as her mouth widened in a laughing smile. "Well," she drawled to him, "I thought they were fun. And we've known each other a year now, so I thought I'd be bold and throw some things I wasn't quite sure about in there, just on the off-chance you'd spray alcohol out your nose."
Reaching over, she lifted the bottle of champagne, displaying the label. She'd fought hard for the bottles, so she did hope he would appreciate it. Money didn't exactly help with acquisition on this 'magical evening'. Everyone wanted one, so hers had been... luck. Everyone was going to enjoy it, darn it. Even Giulia and Aidan might get a single sip when she opened the bottle for the family on New Year's Eve- Szelem and Michael had always allowed them a small splash, and Lucas was going to be a doctor, so if anything had broken them it wasn't the sip of champagne once a year. Well. There went another rambling thought rabbit hole. "I'll leave you the rest of the bottle, if you like it. It will probably make a mean mimosa sometime."
Waving a hand, she gently dismissed his regret. "I like giving." Jada's assurance was accompanied by a wink, and a beam. "The chance to check up on a friend is a pretty good gift too." Ice probably had figured out that Jada- even as Scylla- could go a bit... mother hen. Funny, for her own problems being so dismissed- she worried about a hundred other people so she didn't have to worry about herself. Though a second set of those butterfly cups... or... "I do like tea," she sing-songed to him, and shifted a bit closer to him on the couch, though, remembering- he had told her she needed to ask nicely if she wanted him to keep an eye out for a tea set.
"There are other things you could give me for a belated Christmas though." she told him with faux wide-eyed innocence, reaching out, grabbing, and draining her drink in a long, burning swallow. "It doesn't have to be a snowman. I mean, a tea set." Oh yeah, she'd been watching too many Disney movies. "It doesn't even have to cost a dime." The flute went back down, and she began to open the champagne. "One day I'm going to do one of those champagne waterfall pyramids like they have in the movies. I've seen it done, but I've never had one."
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2018 11:54 am
"You were looking for me to shoot alcohol out my nose?" Ice's eyebrows reached his hairline. "So now her sadist streak comes out. Should I be worried about your champagne, too? Does it have a little something-something in it to help me relax?" His look soon turned coy.
"I wonder if it's too trashy to drink the rest of the bourbon and reuse the glass… Probably is, isn't it? Too bad I didn't keep champagne flutes around." Having to constantly refill his glass just to get a buzz going went against his usual instincts to get drunk. At least with beer glasses and whiskey glasses, he could build up a liberal volume. Champagne flutes? Mostly for bougie decoration. A clever limiter for people who need to depend on those tricks. Ice knew he'd have to learn moderation on his own, however, and that champagne flutes might not be the worst choice out of it.
He drained his glass nonetheless, a still-practiced pull that burned a touch more than it used to. "I could show you my piercing collection, not that you haven't seen it before, but…" Ice licked his lips. "I'm always building on that collection. You won't believe the things they've been coming up with lately until you see them in action. Or feel them, really." He cracked a wide smile — one laced with all the ease of familiarity and an absence of pressure. He enjoyed Jada for how she could say no, and how he never once had to look out for her interests as well as his. After dealing with the many levels of dysfunction that was Order, having a few pedestrian relationships on the side felt like a desperately-needed break.
Plus as much as Jada was hot, she made for a great friend. A great friend that could be shown the contents of his bedroom many times over and still remain a great friend. That was a rare, rare acquisition.
"How about it, Jada? New tea set? Unabashed sex? Both? Well, maybe not both at the same time."
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 5:49 pm
He seemed so surprised by her occasional wicked streak that she couldn't help but laugh. Hell, he'd been the one to help her bring it out, he probably deserved it. "If you think it's just now, you haven't been paying attention." she stuck her tongue out at him playfully, then sighed.
"Sorry I didn't think of it sooner, but the wine is sealed. No special surprises unless they can get injected through the seal- and if they can, don't tell me, I want to maintain some illusions of safety." she peered into his glass, then shrugged. "I suppose the level of trashy depends on the company, and I'm not feeling particularly judgmental tonight, so you're in luck. Unless you wanted to be preached at, in which case I can go buy a sexy nun habit and come back on Sunday." Jada was kidding, but she was coming to learn that there were... definitely more kinks on heaven and earth than Horatio had ever dreamed.
It was a little disappointing, however, when Isaiah proceeded to limit his options. "What do you mean not both at the same time? You've never had sex while shopping? Not specifically for a tea set, of course. Just in general." Jada hadn't, but that didn't stop her from imagining him being adventurous enough to have tried it- unlike her many inhibitions. Peering at the bottle, Jada filled both their glasses, watching the last bits of bourbon blend in with the bubbles.
"There's not enough for a full bath, but we could at least make a try at one. I hear that's the thing to do with champagne these days." she waggled the sloshing bottle, and then her carefully cared-for eyebrows. And then Jada leaned in, taking a long sip of the champagne. Oh- oh yeah, this was the good stuff. It was light and bubbly, and went down smooth. Too bad her plan didn't involve leaving any champagne in the bottle for mimosas. They really would be fantastic. She sucked in a breath, sighing.
"Take a drink, and then upsa-daisy, Isaiah Zähne. I have an idea- and chances are it is going to end terribly." And didn't that sound like fun? Alternatively, though... Did he have a waterproof cover on his mattress? Probably. And that might be a slightly safer option than getting squished into a bathtub. Especially since they were both drinking. Safety first.
She gave her friend a toothy grin, holding out her arm to help him off the couch. "Tell me more about the newest adventures in piercings. My interest is piqued."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 2:23 pm
"You're right," Ice returned easily, "I've been looking at your tits this whole time." Which wasn't exactly a lie; Ice knew how to appreciate a good pair, and when a pair needed appreciation.
He sat back appraisingly while Jada went on about nun habits and generally vanilla sex roleplay. As he chewed his lip, he considered pointing out some of the more exciting ways to liven up the bedroom, but decided better of it until he was good and drunk enough to start spitting out the lot of them unabated. Wouldn't that be fun? He could debut half his closet of strange and mystical items meant to please, tease, and… Well, sleaze. So while that thought was on pause, it wasn't entirely relegated to the back of his usually-cluttered mind.
"Look, I've had plenty of sex while shopping. I've had my fair share of exhibition days, and this whole weird period of my life where I wanted to wear nothing but black and blue and give the malls a good show. But, the last time I did it was back in the days of having two hands." Ice spread his singular hand wide in a mock shrug. "It just gets a little hard to pick out a new dress when you're also holding someone against a wall. A little impossible with one hand, at that. Bad memories and all, what with my new…" Groaning, he searched for a word. "Impositions.
"But… Since now I'm absolutely depressed and in need of cheering up, you could help me out by, A, sharing that champagne in your pretty little paws, and B, keep my rug from looking lonely. Or C, tell me what your idea is, wait for me to improve on it, and we can practice A while I C you in bed. Wow, that really doesn't come out right when you're talking, does it? What a shame…" Ice clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his displeasure showing in the way he pursed his lips around a failed joke. Nothing to be done of it, really.
The proffered hand was taken, he lifted himself, and then reached to snatch and swig the champagne helled so damnably close. First he squinted at her suspiciously, then he took her hand and took the lead toward the upstairs area of the loft. "Come to think of it, let's make a D. We share the champagne, your idea, and I'll work my piercing collection into the middle of it and everyone has a good time. With the D, of course.
"And that still comes out wrong. Well, so much for being witty this evening. This way," he offered, and the pair started the too long, too short venture to his bedroom.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2018 12:12 pm
I've been looking at your tits this whole time. Jada's lips quirked- it wasn't the first time a person had said almost those very same words, but it was usually an excuse for why they'd been ignoring the words coming out of her mouth. And given the context- ah well.
There was something going on in that wicked mind of his, and she found herself more intrigued as he took her hand, rising up and snagging the champagne which she easily let go into his larger, leaner hand. He'd offered an intriguing opportunity in his comments, though, which she filed away for one day when she might not mind getting kicked out of the mall.
"Don't worry about your wit," she told him dryly, and let him lead the way, "That has nothing to do with what my idea was for-"
She kicked his bedroom door shut, and the living room was denied the last of her comment.
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