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Post by meilin ann joynes on Jan 3, 2012 11:20:12 GMT -5
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There had to be something to do in this town. Hex moved around her apartment, glaring around occasionally, with no idea what on earth to do. She knew nobody – not really – in this town, and was having some insane issues with knowing what to do. Hell, this is stupid. I can’t believe I’m sitting here wondering what to do. If anyone can find something worthwhile and fun to go out and do – it should be me. Fuck, I should just hit the town and see what happens. Have some fun. That sort of shit. She thought, before grinning. It was a rather . . . excellent idea. She quickly moved around the her apartment, already dressed in her usual mini skirt and shirt. She might be a detective for the Police Department, but when she was in uniform, she tended to look a tad more dangerous than was needed. It was like she had her own ‘causal dress’ policy every day. She ran a brush through her dark hair, before slipping into a pair of strappy high heels. She found her glock and placed it in the waist of her skirt, and her lower back for easy access. Dabbed on some make up, and grabbed her purse, quickly double checking to make sure her wallet, keys, cell phone, and cuffs were in there. You never could be to prepared. She grabbed her sunglasses, and slid them on, smirking at her reflections before heading out of the house, naturally putting a say in her step. If she turned heads, so be it . . . she was only interested if the prey approached.
Hex growled slowly, as her car rattled to a stop on the side of the road, before dying. Of course, it just had to die, why wouldn’t it? She leaned back in the chair, before unbuckling her seat belt, and reaching down to pull the lever and pop her hood. She opened the door, and stepped out, moving towards the lifting the hood of her black trans am, and narrowing her eyes as black smoke escaped. She coughed, before fanning it away, holding the hood up until she could get the metal prop rod up. Letting go of the hood and double checking to make sure it was properly held up she leaned over the engine, fiddling around with it for a few minutes before walking back to the drivers side seat, and sliding in, keeping the door open, and tried to turn the key. A sputtering sound was heard as the engine attempted to turn over. She tried for a few more minutes before stepping out again and leaning over the engine once more, before flipping out her cellphone and hitting the speed dial for her brother, “What the hell?” She demanded, turning around to lean against the front of her car. “Second time, Nek. Second fucking car that’s died on me. Usually your cars last longer . . . well, usually when . . . hey, I don’t blow them up on purpose! Why do you think I agreed to move here – to try and save ‘em . . . well, I need a new car. One that works . . . yes, that’s why I called. No . . . Fine. Just get me a car soon! Ne that WORKS.” Refusing to say good bye, Hex quickly hung up, rolling her eyes at her brother’s idiocy, before kicking at a tire. Sighing, she unhooked the prop rod, and let the hood slam before sitting on the hood of her car, trying to decide what to do. Just her luck. Her car dies, she’s in a town with no one she knows .. . . and she’s stuck on the side of the road.
She glanced around, before realizing she’d managed to pull over at the entry street for the entertainment district . . . well, at least that was lucky. She slid off the hood from her car, tugging down at her skirt so it remained laying against her thighs before looking around. Might as well go find something to do while she waited to come up with an idea about what to do with her junkyard car, right? Right.
"Sly Remarks"
Degrading Silence
``Status:: Complete
``References:: Darius
``Recommendations:: Figured he could stumble across her or something. She’s not really in that much of a bad mood luckily, but she still ain’t to happy lol.
``Attire:: here
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 5, 2012 3:14:59 GMT -5
. you wanna see a reaction WALK AWAY BEFORE I FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR HEX, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DELI/DELIRIUM. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . WHY YES I WAS TO LAZY TO MAKE HIM AN OUTFIT FOR THIS XP OH MY! HE GONNA GET IN SO MUCH TROUBLE The end of his cigarette lit up as he inhaled the toxic fumes, watching the orange embers grow to life for a second before returning to the ash he was ready flick off at any second Derek wasn’t exactly sure why he now found himself standing in the entertainment district of Jacksonville. Sure there was plenty to do here but he could name any number of things he’d rather being doing at this second; slowly exhaling the smoke he’d been holding onto he made the task look as simple as breathing air, and for him it was exactly that. Just like breathing air. If only it were so easy to find something to occupy his time, his hazel eyes scrutinizing every face that passed by him. Hoping one of the poor chumps might offer up some fun; to the untrained eye it wouldn’t be easy to pick out someone, but to Derek it was written on their faces. Gullible, dumbass, vulnerable, and the list went on. People were entirely to easy to figure out, which was why he’d let a few easy marks pass him by. Not even taking another look in their direction, even though he felt their eyes linger on him.
From his place against the wall he was able to see anyone that decided they’d make it down this way today, his foot propped up on the wall like the stereotypical rebel he’d dressed like today. He found his attire for the day drew in all kinds of looks; the girls, young and old, who liked bad boys and those parents who discerned he was nothing but trouble and steered clear. Inhaling another breath of smoke Derek’s forefinger and middle finger removed the cancer stick from between his lips as he noticed a woman who was just screaming trouble from the way she was dressed down to the way she swayed her hips, and he like other males couldn’t help but stare. Tossing aside the spent cigarette he exhaled what smoke he’d been holding onto through his nose, like a skilled pro, before pushing off the wall and making B-line for the blue eyed brunette headed his way.
Where most might step aside and fall in step with her Derek became a wall and blocked her path, leaning in towards her as he brushed back his dark locks of hair. A devilish smirk crept onto his face as he could now see into the woman’s crystal blue eyes perfectly, ”Well well look what we have here.” His feet were ready to move at a moment’s notice if she tried to side step around him; he couldn’t have her trying to away just yet, they hadn’t had any fun and he was sure she’d be more than enough fun to keep him entertained for hours. ”Hasn’t anyone told there are bad men on these streets who’d eat you up.” Bad men just like him, though he was no fool like the others there was something in the way she stood that told him she wouldn’t be an easy target by any means if they backed her into a corner; but that didn’t mean he was going to take a step back. His eyes danced over her face and fell on those plump red lips of hers, his tongue darted from his mouth to moisten his lips. Instead of returning his gaze to hers he took a moment to explore what he could see of her, knowing he should tread carefully. Not because he was afraid of the woman, by no means was that case, he just shouldn’t get in over his head now that he was dating. But the urge was still there, tearing his eyes away from her exposed cleavage there was a devilish nature in his eyes. Derek would try to be a good boy but he’d still walk on the wild side, there had to be a balance after. ”You can buy me a drink.” It less an offer or suggestion as it was stated as her only option; his eyes slowly looked in the direction of Baker’s pub, to direct her attention to where they’d be headed.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by meilin ann joynes on Jan 5, 2012 8:32:17 GMT -5
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She ran an annoyed hand through her loose hair, before tossing the locks back with a slight shake of her head, walking away from the second damn car she’d gotten from her brother. Really, what ever his issue was, he needed to fix it. She could find a different person to get her cars from if all of his were going to be piece-of-craps now. She had no desire to get comfortable in a damn car like that. Hell, she’d rather walk around everywhere. She’s lucky the damn car didn’t explode . . . okay, so that might be an over reaction, but; it was well deserved. She flipped open her phone, glancing through her contacts before deciding not to call anyone. Why bother? If she called anyone here, it’d most likely be demanded that she stay for . . . payment. Her brother was obviously no help. And she had no other family to turn to, considering she refused to contact her parents and baby sister while they were still likely to have their own issues. So she whisked her hair back, stood straight, eyes hard, and decided the only thing to do was to walk away from the dead beast. And so that was exactly what she did.
She could feel the eyes on her, which wasn’t much of a surprise. She was five foot six, and most of that was all legs. She was naturally tanned, thanks to some latino blood on her mother’s side. Mix that with the short skirt, the cami, and the visible tattoos peering out from beneath her strap on her shoulder blade, peeking from between the waist of her skirt, and the hem of her shirt, and then the part of her nickname just barely visible on the swell of one breast. Everything about her was dangerous, and she knew it just as well as any man who laid eyes on her. She was shy in the way she dressed, she was innocent when it came to the sway of her hips, and if she moved just right, the piece at the mid of her back was just as visible. Mhmm, she was trouble on heels. And she liked it that way. Of course, there were some times that she’d rather that trouble be left alone.
The moment tall, dark, and handsome stepped in front of her, she knew that this wasn’t one of those times. He moved directly in front of her, blocking her path, causing her to stop, as she raised an eyebrow up at him, cocking a him, and crossing her arms with her signature ‘excuse me’ look. Well well look what we have. She rolled her eyes, “Looks like we have a sad little boy who thinks he stands a chance.” She said, her lips quirking in a sexy little smile, watching him but not trying to move around. Hasn’t anyone told there are bad men on these streets who’d eat you up. She grinned a little grin, as she shrugged you, “Didn’t anyone tell you some women can take care of themselves, hmm?” She asked, before shifting her weight slightly, “Aww, but you’re not worried about little ol’ me are you?” She taunted, drawing her lips into a pout, and clasping her hands behind her in a naughty little pose, as she watched him. He looked like he could easily be half the trouble he spoke about.
She watched his gaze move across her face, and smirked slightly the moment he moistened his own lips after looking at hers. Hmm, someone was a few steps ahead of the game. She didn’t even know his name after all . . . She raised an eyebrow, as his gaze continue to roam her, and rolled her eyes, amused when he had to literally tear his gaze away from her, before taking a step closed and touching a forefinger to his chest, as if to push him back, before looking up at him, reaching up slightly so her lips where pressed against his neck, just below his ear, before whispering, “Take a picture, darlin’, it last’s longer.” Before once more stepping back, as light as a dancer on her toes, grinning smoothly.
You can buy me a drink. She raised her eyebrows at his word, before looking towards the direction he turned his attention to seeing a pub, and rolled her eyes, sweeping past him with a sly little smirk towards the pub, careful to brush past him and stopping a few feet, looking back to him, “How about you buy me a drink, and I bless you with my charming company, hmm?” She grinned, taking a step backwards, still watching him, before crooking a finger at him, “Coming?” She asked, with a grin, her eyes dancing. “I could use a . . . taste of something hard . . . after all” She’d let him translate that how ever she saw fit, as she spun back towards the pub and continued to walk, giving him no other option but to chase her. Might as well make him work for it, right?
"Sly Remarks"
Degrading Silence
``Status:: Complete
``References:: Derek
``Recommendations:: Not perfect, but this is what happens when I see a reply when I first get up and decide that I need to reply, despite it being six in the morning, lol. Hope it works . . . her character, I’m discovering, is very fun to play around any attractive men.
``Attire:: here
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 7, 2012 1:59:14 GMT -5
. you wanna see a reaction WALK AWAY BEFORE I FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR HEX, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DELI/DELIRIUM. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . DEREK, DEREK, DEREK GOES FROM PLAYFUL TO HARD TO GET. THE BOY IS BIPOLAR I SWEAR! ”Oh sweetheart you’re so precious.” His hand slowly rose up from his side to brush back the loose strands of raven hair that fell into her face, tucking them behind her ear he made sure his fingers danced over her flawless skin to the base of her neck; instead of withdrawing his finger it remained on her skin, teasing the sensitive area of her neck. His gaze torn between that flawless porcelain skin and those deep blue eyes, barely listening as he heard the sound of her voice carried on the wind. It was more so her actions that caught his attention, and without creating any space between them he managed to catch every little move her seductive body made; she had the curves that could drive any man wild, and if he weren’t suddenly comparing her to a certain brunette he’d have been one such man.
Turning his lips up in dangerous smile, his eyes dancing with excitement as his face moved in closer towards hers; his hand was sneaking around to the base of her neck again and moving it closer to his till there was only a sliver of air between them. Now feeling the heat of her breath beat against his skin he couldn’t help but notice she didn’t smell right either, not bad just not what he’d prefer; the light died out in his eyes as they dully stared at her. ”Don’t flatter yourself honey, I’d just hate if they got a taste before I did.” It wasn’t a complete lie; but it wasn’t the honest truth, he wasn’t sure she deserved the cold hard truth. And he still needed to use her even if he wasn’t as interested as he had been when staring from a distance.
”Well we might have a problem there.” Derek informed the blue eyed, raven haired brunette as she moved away from him with ease; he wasn’t all that impressed and he made sure that was clearly written all over his face. ”I don’t have a camera so a mental picture is all I got. Guess you’ll have to deal with that won’t you sweetheart?” Offering an unapologetic shrug of his shoulders his hands burrowed their way deep into the pockets of his jacket; once again allowing his eyes to venture over her body, even in what she was wearing he could very well picture what she was hiding under those clothes. It was almost sad really but there was a small part of him that wouldn’t wind ripping them off to prove he was right. She sure did look a good time, that didn’t mean he’d let her have the good time she was looking for; thankfully she wasn’t the girl that drove him insane and made him lose control of himself, so getting what he wanted out of her shouldn’t be hard at all. Or so he was telling himself.
Looking at her skeptically his index finger pressed itself against his lips, looking deep in thought as he watched her head in the direction of the pub; his gaze locked mostly on the sway of her hips, those things were deadly. ”Yeah I don’t know about that charming company. But you should consider yourself lucky I actually will agree to buy you a drink, just don’t go thinking that means endless drinks.” Rolling his eyes he really didn’t much like being summoned like a dog but who was he to deny himself a drink, especially when he felt he needed one. This woman truly was blessed, by no means would he ever do this for anyone. As much as he was telling himself she had no hold on him she obviously had enough of one to get him to go along with what she was saying.
Derek entered the well-known hang out behind her, moving in rather close he could feel the heat radiate off her body before he brushed past her and made his way over to the bar; plopping down on one of the stools he didn’t even look at back at her as he waved over the bartender. ”Gonna need four double shots of whiskey bub.” The man behind bar had no faith that Derek was the age he was claiming to be, and with no argument he produced his wallet from his back pocket. It didn’t take long to locate the fake ID he kept stashed inside, he thrust it into the man’s hands to examine. As far as fake IDs went he had to say his was a rather good one, and the bartender was obviously in agree as he handed it back over before scurrying to get the shots he’d ordered; turning to look at the woman he’d fallowed into the place. ”So after I get you good and liquored up them what?” Why beat around the bush? He wanted to know what she thought she’d get out of this.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by meilin ann joynes on Jan 8, 2012 13:41:40 GMT -5
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An amused smirk fell across her red lips, Oh sweetheart you’re so precious. She raised an eyebrow, watching as he swept some of her hair aside, tucking it behind her ear, his fingers dancing over her skin in an erotic skin on skin dance. “Mhmm, I’d be careful darlin’ . . . I’m not one for pet names . . .” She told him, half purring out the words, letting him keep his hands in place now. Why bother him with the command of removal? Not likely to happen if she was determined to turn this day into a good one. And who knows, maybe she’d be able to get this gorgeous appetizer to help out, hmm? He definitely didn’t mind the close proximity. So, why should she mind too? She grinned easily at him, watching as his own lips turned into a dangerous smile, and she smirked, watching the way his eyes danced. Oh yes, he could do for a bit of fun, she supposed. Not that she’d call it a chore, of course. She noticed, however, that as he moved closer, the light in his died a little, a look she knew all to well. Hmm, was someone not as faithful as they could be? For shame.
Don’t flatter yourself honey, I’d just hate if they got a taste before I did. She raised an eyebrow, and easily took a step back, smirking, “Tasting usually comes with a price, handsome . . .” She toyed, grinning slightly, watching him easily. Well we might have a problem there. He stated, as she moved away, though she was amused by the unimpressed look on his face. I don’t have a camera so a mental picture is all I got. Guess you’ll have to deal with that won’t you sweetheart. She grinned, rolling her eyes, “Again with the sweetheart?” She shrugged, “Well then, I guess I’ll deal with it for now.” She said, raising an eyebrow as he didn’t bother to hide the way his eyes skimmed over her. She smirked, “See something you like, sugar?”
She barely let him reply before heading towards the pub, swaying her hips and almost feeling his eyes, Yeah I don’t know about that charming company. But you should consider yourself lucky I actually will agree to buy you a drink, just don’t go thinking that means endless drinks.
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[/i] She grinned, shrugging her shoulders, not bothering to look back at him, “ Lucky for you then, I’m not much of a drinker, typically.” She entered the pub, and he could feel him behind her, before brushing past her to make it to the bar. She rolled her eyes, moving to take the stool next to him, and smirked lightly when he had to produce his wallet, and grinned though she didn’t say a thing . . . He turned back towards her, So after I get you good and liquored up then what? She smirked, setting a hand on his knee, and leaning towards him, “ Now that darling, is entirely up to you . . . and whether you think you can keep up or not.” " Sly Remarks" Degrading Silence[/blockquote] ``Status:: Complete ``References:: Derek ``Recommendations:: nada comments ``Attire:: here[/blockquote][/justify][/font][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 13, 2012 2:57:21 GMT -5
. you wanna see a reaction WALK AWAY BEFORE I FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR HEX, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DELI/DELIRIUM. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . . OH BOY, HE'S JUST ASKING FOR TROUBLE. GIVE HIM HELL! He hadn’t seen that coming, once again venturing an exploration of the woman’s body he looked for any hint he might’ve missed what had just been thrown in his face. Upon his closer inspection it did seem a bit obvious that he might’ve been trying to give the woman the benefit of the doubt; he had no problem playing with her kind but he wasn’t going to follow every rule. ”You’re a hooker…seems rather obvious now that I step back and get a better look at the whole picture sweetheart. Tell you what we’ll see if you’re worth spending my hard earned money on…” Letting the sentence trail off his head teetered from side to side before leaning to one, as if he’d made a decision between two unknown choices set before. ”…You’re chances aren’t looking so good at the moment though.” Extending his index finger from a balled up fist it found her chin and lifted it slightly as if he was inspecting her; if only he’d known she wasn’t even close to what he thought she was, but it was her own fault for not choosing her words carefully. And her attire did scream that of the many women who sold their bodies for money; the more he thought about it, it really did make sense. The woman knew how to work what she had, and a woman who sold her body had better know how to work it or she’d be broke.
”What’s the point in knowing your name if I won’t care tomorrow?” Derek wasn’t trying to let her get the best of him, but he couldn’t help but play along with her; he hadn’t in so long it just felt so right. His lips thinned, he was angry his hazel eyes had been drawn from her body to look once more at that ocean blue eyes of hers; they weren’t the eyes he wanted to stare into, which is why he preferred staring upon her elsewhere. Thankfully the woman’s full lips offered another luscious haven on her body, hungrily staring upon them he licked his lips as he watched them grow into a playful smirk. ”I did actually. I know how to admire a fine body, no matter the make or model.” Derek smirked at his own wit, finding humor in the fact he could relate women and cars in one sentence; in his mind they were equal, both were beautiful and both were works of art.
Feeling her watch his actions as he withdrew his wallet from his back pocket he saw the corner of his lip raise up once more, he’d have shot her a warning glance but thought better of it. Since hadn’t uttered a word, just silently laughed at him; was it really that obvious he was using a fake ID? It couldn’t be, his hazel eyes discretely looked over the ID as it’d been handed back to him before tucking it away in his wallet once more. Her hand on his knee drawing his attention, before his eyes rose up to meet hers; once again seeing that sinful nature in her eyes, in another time and place the two of them could surely have the time of their life. Placing his hand on top of hers Derek pat her hand gently, ”You really are precious, keeping up is no problem I assure you…I’ll just wonder where you’re at once I pass you. Gotta live life in the fast lane with me.” Smirking wickedly at her he removed her hand from his leg before to shooting back all four of the lined up shots, the satisfying burn as it went down had him grinning in satisfaction before turning to face. Eyebrow cocked in anticipation, ushering with his hand for her to pick her poison and keep up with him. She looked more than capable of handling it but where was the fun in just giving her that credit, she had to show him she wasn’t all talk.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by meilin ann joynes on Jan 16, 2012 12:47:27 GMT -5
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She watched him, hip cocked slightly, a single hand resting on the curve of her hip, though it wasn’t a move to draw attention – it was one of convience. It positioned her body at just the right angle, that drawing the gun from behind her back was all the much easier, and something that was very much likely as she clenched her teeth at his next words, You’re a hooker…seems rather obvious now that I step back and get a better look at the whole picture sweetheart. Her fingers flexed, a response for the urge to pull her gun and shoot him. A hooker?! Tell you what we’ll see if you’re worth spending my hard earned money on… Her eyes were narrowed dangerously as he seemed to watch her, head finally choosing a side to lean on. …You’re chances aren’t looking so good at the moment though. He stated, as he used an index finger to lift her chin up. And that’s when the tigress unwound from her. She immediately reached out, her eyes hard, planning to catch the wrist of the hand he was using to tilt up her face, planning on spinning him around with his hands pinned behind his back, while her other hand pulled out a gun, and pointed it at him, “Wrong answer, sugar. And if you so much as call me a damned prostitute again, I’ll not hesitate to shoot, understand?” She snapped, before moving away from him again, her gun still held in her hand. Anyone who was smart would take a look at the standard police issue gun, and draw to the right conclusions, but Hex had her doubts on this one. Especially considering he thought she was a hooker. A hooker . . . really.
What’s the point in knowing your name if I won’t care tomorrow. She shrugged, a very delicate smirk. “Very well, if you’re so certain to keep us strangers . . .” She commented easily, tossing her hair back with the back of one hand, while slipping the gun back in the back of her back, between her skin, and the waist of the skirt. I did actually. I know how to admire a fine body, no matter the make or model. There was a very slight smirk, as she watched him for a moment, “Make or model, huh? Sounds like you’re more of the admiring cars type, then the admirer of women? Or do both stand on equal ground with you?” She asked, calmly, a very slight smirk.
She watched as he showed the ID to order his drinks, and couldn’t help but be amused . . . still so young he had to show an ID – question was, was it real or not. She wasn’t on duty though – thank god, so she had no desire to demand to see it too. Why spoil the evening with the big ‘I’m a cop’ bust. Not as good of a conversation starter as ones would think. Though technically she was a detective, not a cop. She smirked slightly, as he placed a hand on top of hers, patting it gently, You really are precious, keeping up is no problem I assure you…I’ll just wonder where you’re at once I pass you. Gotta live life in the fast lane with me. She laughed slightly, rolling her eyes as he removed her hand before she signaled to the bar tender, watching the man from the corner of her eyes, “Well, darling, if you live in the fast lane – I’m sure we would have run into one another by now.” She commented, as the tender came up, “Surprise me. Sweet, but hard.” She ordered, her standard order. It made things more fun when it came to tasting. It was a ‘she could end up with anything’ type of statement. And she’d received some fascinating drinks, as well as some offers for the ‘hard’ part . . . . in which she usually flashed her badge, with a playful ‘down boy.’ She waited till the tender returned with another mysterious cocotions that resembled a sunset in the way the colors were layered out, and took a testing sip before deciding it acceptable and looking back, her eyes once more on the man sitting next to her, “Where I’ll be at? Honey, should hardly worry . . . unless your idea of a fast lane doesn’t match mine. I’m a bit of a speed demon on the road, especially with my baby. So again, you just gotta keep up.” If he wanted to play, let’s play. She grinned at him, licking her lips slightly before leaning back a tad and taking another sip of her drink. Tonight had the potential to be fun, but . . . he knows? Aye?
"Sly Remarks"
Degrading Silence
``Status:: Complete
``References:: Derek
``Recommendations:: terrible v.v
``Attire:: here
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Jan 27, 2012 5:33:49 GMT -5
. you wanna see a reaction WALK AWAY BEFORE I FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR HEX, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DELI/DELIRIUM. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .GOOD TIMES, FUCKED UP GOOD TIMES. There was barely any time to register what was going as her hand flew up to take hold of his wrist, and if hadn’t been in situations where he’d have to react fast she’d have probably accomplished what she had been trying to do. As her fingers began to tighten their hold on his wrist he yanked it away, but what caused him to stumble back was the barrel of the gun he was now staring down. Most people would have cowered in fear, been wise to heed her words, but Derek wasn’t most people. His lips slowly began to stretch out into that wicked smirk of his, his eyes flit back and forth from her cold blue ones to the gun still directed at him; from his brief glances at the gold steel object he could see it was a real gun, or that it was at least a really good fake. Either way it didn’t really matter as he stepped closer so the cold steel dug into his chest, but his eyes danced with excitement as they remained on her. ”Oh you just go all out don’t you? Props and everything huh?” Egging her on wasn’t the smartest decision, since he still was unsure of if she’d actually put holes in him with the gun she held.
”You see sweetheart…” Derek ran his hand through his dark chocolate locks, looking from her to scan the surrounding area; noting the few by standers who’d stopped to watch what was happening, and how some had their phones out ready to call 911. He didn’t need their help, not one bit. Licking his lips he looked back at her, ”…every time you open your pretty little mouth all I hear some promises of kinky sex, not death threats.” His lips turned up into an unapologetic smile that was accompanied with a shrug that said there’s no way around it because there wasn’t, those plump lips of hers weren’t as scary as they should’ve been; just dangerously provocative. ”Sooo be a good hooker and save it for later. That is if you get a later, I mean your rudeness of pointing a gun at me.” Derek waggled an index finger in her face, his gaze turning to the gun still pressed into his chest before looking at the brunette once again with utter disappointment. He wasn’t impressed by her little tough act, he’d come across women just like her countless times over his years on this earth; and like they’re male counterparts they tended to only talk a big game, it’d be quite a shock if she followed through. But he wasn’t going to hold his breath. ”So lower the fucking gun sweetheart before the cops come break up our fun.”
Running his hand through his hair again a faint smirk lifted the corner of his lip but it was gone in an instant, he was impressed she caught on to what he’d meant. But there was no reason for her to see he felt that way, so he went back his blank stare and shrugged his shoulders as if it were no big deal. ”Both are fine to stare at.” he answered vaguely, there was no reason to delve further into things that interested him; seeing as he was planning to remain strangers with this woman. And from that gleam in her eye he was sure cars was something she too had an interest in. There was just no point to ask or any point to tell.
”Or I’m too far ahead for you to even see. Probably had to take a pit stop a time or two from blowing an engine, you look the type to push the limits and destroy a good thing.” Which in everyday life was fine, but somehow he’d brought himself back around to cars without being so blunt about it. He could see her stranded on the side of the road with a blown engine cussing out the car for her mistakes; he could only look at her with his judgy little eyes as the thought had him thinking less of her. Which wasn’t saying much as she wasn’t in high standings already, just a nice body to fuck if he felt like it. And his opinion of her kept dropping as he heard her drink order and saw what was slid in front of her, his face contorted to look of disgust as his index finger pointed out his empty shot glasses to the bartender. He was definitely going to need more. As the first glass was filled to the brim with the amber liquid he shot it back with no hesitant, slamming it on the bar top as he scoffed at her words. ”Well…Honey…I’m not the one taking a leisurely stroll at the moment am I?” Derek slowly turned his head to look at her, his gaze dropping to her drink to indicate just what he was talking about. His hazel eyes returned to the shots before him and like before they went down smoothly and had him smirking in satisfaction; he had to stop the bartender as he went to refill them. ”Nah give me a beer, whatever you got on tap.” Standing up from his stool he looked over at the pool tables, ”Let’s go Honey we’re gonna shoot some pool. Oh and leave the pistol holstered you won’t be needing it while I spank your ass.” Picking up the cold beer that was slid before him he made his way over to the green felt covered table without a second look at her, she’d follow if she knew what was good for her.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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Post by meilin ann joynes on Jan 31, 2012 0:10:32 GMT -5
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She narrowed her eyes, as he quickly yanked his hand free of hers, watching him stumble back at the gun she was now holding directly at him, and as soon as he smirked, rather wickedly, she nearly pulled the trigger. It’s not her fault she’s sensitive to be called a hooker, but it pissed her off to no end. Seriously, who calls any women (unless they are of that profession) a fucking hooker to their damn face?! Spewing shit like is going to get in him trouble, and if he keeps it up, I’m going to shoot his ass and see if he thinks I’m a hooker still. Sides, I doubt that Shay would do anything put roll his eyes and lecture me about ‘proper use of my gun’ or some shit like that. Hell! It is proper use, I’m fucking defending myself.
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[/i][/s] She narrowed her eyes as he stepped closer, so the gun was pressed into his chest, as his eyes danced, Oh you just go all out don’t you? Props and everything huh? There were three choices running through her head right now. Shoot him, Give a warning shot. Play along. But the prop shit, like hell she was one of those kind of girls, which was why she lowered the gun, and shot it off just inches from his foot, “ Tell you what, dollface, call me a hooker again, and the next one isn’t going to miss, and it might be a tad higher up too.” Like hell she’d take this kind of crap. She should have stuck to bounty hunting, where she could wear shit like this, and hunt down the bad guys – and where the being a hooker comments meant they were pinned down and cuffed already. She’d love for this boy to be on the wanted list. She’d shoot him now. Would that be a justifiable excuse? I though he was on the most wanted! I swear!You see /sweetheart/… She watched him pull his hand through his hair, looking around a bit, before returning his attention …every time you you’re your pretty little mouth all I hear some promises of kinky sex, not death threats. She rolled her eyes, rolling her eyes, “ Are you trying to piss me off, darling, or . . . is it just a naturally charismatic attribute, you piss off women, until they gun you down.” Not that she was allowed to gun anyone down anyways. But, she could try, right? There has to be some way to make it justified. Sooo be a good hooker and save it for later. That is if you get a later, I mean your rudeness of pointing a gun at me. She slapped his hand away when he waggled his finger, rolling her eyes, and narrowing them further, So lower the fucking gun sweetheart before the cops come break up our fun. That time she did laugh, a dark, taunting laugh. Like the cops would do anything. Most would roll their eyes, and just count it up to ‘that damn new girl’ again. And then she’d get a lecture, this and that, and then she’d be sent on her pretty little way, when she pouted about how late it was, and how she was so abused by this man. It’s not like she’s working the system – considering she is the system. “ Tell you what, keep your fucking opinions to your self, and the gun will stay tucked away, call me a whore again, and you’ll learn how painful it is to be shot in the balls, got it?” The threat was there, hidden deep her sugar coated words, as she tucked the gun back up, rolling her eyes. Oh, she was more then a little annoyed. She watched the faint smirk, however, and she raised an eyebrow when he went blank, and shrugged his shoulders. She was a detective, she wasn’t going to miss that faint smirk. Both are fine to stare at. She smirked slightly, “ No, both are fine to stare at, only if they’re polished up pretty well, right?” She asked, rolling her eyes, before he some how turned the topic into a car comment, again, Or I’m too far ahead for you to even see. Probably had to take a pit stop a time or two from blowing an engine, you look the type to push the limits and destroy a good thing. She raised an eyebrow, and grinned easily, “ Honey, the likely hood of me blowing an engine is very low. Considering my cars are usually all nice and easy going. But in a race, you won’t catch me on anything but my bike, and that gorgeous little thing is so jacked up, I’ll be a spot in the distance before you can even say ‘let’s go.’” She paused, before grinning, “ Besides, when I blow up a car, I blow them up – but that was when I working a different job, and had some people on my ass, so that doesn’t count.” It really wasn’t her fault that she had had bad luck with cars when she was a Bounty Hunter. Some people would do anything to keep you from catching them. Luckily, she was never actually in, or around the car when it blew. She rolled her eyes at his response to her drink, and smirked slightly, “ So sue me, I like to start out with a bit of sweetness, before jumping onto the hard stuff, would you prefer to order for me? She said with heavy sarcasm, taking a sip of the fruity little cocktail. Well…/Honey/...I’m not the one taking a leisurely stroll at the moment am I? She rolled her eyes, really, can’t a girl have something sweet, huh? She might be a bit bad ass, but she was still a women, damn it. She watched as he stopped the bartender from refilling the shots, Nah, give me a beer, whatever you got on tap. He stated instead, as he stood, looking towards the pool tables, Lets go /Honey/ we’re gonna shoot some pool. Oh and leave the pistol holstered you won’t be needing it while I spank your ass. She rolled her eyes, standing up, leaving the drink on the counter, but following him, moving towards the pool tables, and looking at him, a slight smirk, “ It’s been a while since I’ve played, I might not be as good as I once was.” She warned, leaning against table when she’d reached it, and looking at him, pushing her dark hair away from her face, “ But, I’m sure you won’t be touching my ass anyways.” She smirked once, “ I’m rude, remember?” She said in all sarcasm. " Sly Remarks" Degrading Silence[/blockquote] ``Status:: Complete ``References:: Darius ``Recommendations:: A little bit everywhere, and random, but it’ll work for a post. Right? ``Attire:: here[/blockquote][/justify][/font][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by darius jereme whitfield on Feb 4, 2012 2:26:26 GMT -5
. you wanna see a reaction WALK AWAY BEFORE I FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - THIS FTW POST WAS WRITTEN JUST FOR HEX, WHO IS THE EVER LOVEABLE DELI/DELIRIUM. MY CHARRY IS WEARING THIS WHICH MAKES HIM SEXY HOT. OH AND I ALMOST FORGOT . . .THIS MAN...HOT TO COLD...ALWAYS KEEPING ME ON MY TOES. Regrets? There were no regrets for the words that had come out of his mouth, any sane person would be on their hands and knees and begging this woman to forgive them, for her to spare them and then they’d scurry off like the scared rats they were to their holes; the vermin that act like they’re tough as nails but really are scared little bitches who’d run off with their tails between their legs if it meant living another day. Clearly Derek wasn’t sane. And the mad look in his eyes proved that as he stared down the woman with a sick, twisted grin on his face. Oh this could be fun, this truly could be fun. Her response to his question hadn’t been expected but it definitely had his heart racing a mile a minute, his blood was pumping, he hadn’t felt this alive in years; funny how death could be looking you right in the eye and at that moment you feel as if you hadn’t been living at all until then. He didn’t flinch as piercing sound of the short being fired rung out through the air, it was deafening it cancelled out every sound and had him grateful she hadn’t fired next to his ear and caused him to lose his hearing. The grin on his face stretched out further and he leaned in closer to the woman, not caring if she liked how close he felt like getting. ”Well aren’t you just a feisty hooker?” Apparently she wasn’t a fan of the word, especially when it was used to describe her; it was hardly his she chose to dress as one, she only called attention to it and Derek just so happened to be the man happy to point it out to her. ”Oh now don’t lie to me beautiful, if you were going to shoot me you’d shoot me. Not give me a warning to cease and desist…you don’t seem that kind of girl.” Derek’s index and forefinger walked their way up her arm, his attention drawn away from the gun as he worked on moving closer to her.
With her actions she’d managed to get him to actually focus on her, the question was for how long before he got bored? Where he had once been looking to the onlookers for some way to escape and find a better means to entertain himself, he was now paying them no mind as they all called the police to report the woman who’d discharged her weapon in public; that really was careless on her part. There were better ways to try and prove she was a badass then to fire a weapon and possibly hit someone with a stray bullet, and Derek had missed the direction it might have shot off in unless it had become lodged in the ground at his feet. Not that it mattered, none of it did. The only important thing was adding fuel to the fire, he couldn’t wait to see her go up in flames. ”Oh where’s the fun in spoiling how this all ends? It’s much more fun to play it out…” Waggling his finger at her disapprovingly for trying to figure out his angle he was quickly smiling in amusement, in the most sinister ways, as he mentioned the fun they’d have. She had no clue and he hoped she wouldn’t catch on. ”I’ll have you know women adore my charm. You’re just wound to tightly, should pull that thong out of your ass…unless you went commando today?” Both his brows shot up in overly enthusiastic curiosity, his head leaning to the side slightly as if it’d help him to figure out if she was or wasn’t. He was leaning towards no and couldn’t help but raise his hand up to his brow and salute her, hoping this was in fact the way she’d chosen to go today.
”You are such a tease!” He mock whined as she weren’t being fair at all, and in his head she wasn’t. But she’d spent all this time promising to shoot him if he called her hooker, something he’d done repeatedly, and yet here he still stood with no holes in him. ”The way you tease you have to be a whore though. I mean that’s taught in whore 101 isn’t it? Tease a man and have him begging for more.” Derek was asking for it but he didn’t care, this woman should learn to not be so sensitive and show him the best way to get what he wanted from her; at first it might’ve been along the lines of sex, there was no denying a part of him wanted that, but now he just wanted to dig in further into her skin like a parasite. Feeding off her anger. Waggling his eyebrows playfully he couldn’t wait to see how bent out of shape his words made her; she was already bent out of shape, but it was always fun to see how much further he could bend her over.
Derek rolled his eyes in annoyance, he wasn’t a fan of being corrected and wouldn’t give in to explain exactly what he’d meant. Folding his arms over his chest he stood firm in his need to not answer; meeting her stare with ease, she was a tough woman but she was going to push him around no matter how hard she tried. His eyes glazed over in boredom as her words came off with a superior edge, his own did as well but when it came to cars he hated when people pretended they knew anything about cars; sure this woman might but he still stood by what he said, she would blow an engine. His hazel eyes darted to her foot before returning to meet her crystal eyes, even just glancing at her foot he could see she was a lead foot. The type of person he’d never let near his baby, they’d destroy her and not even make it ten feet before doing so. ”Listen baby blues, I call it like it is. You would kill a car and not in a good way…and sweetheart I’m not talking about racing you, but if I was I would put my money where my mouth is and not just try to talk a big game like you. Cause the only smoke you’re blowing is out your ass.” From hot too cold in less than .03 seconds, his own ability to switch gears that fast often times astounded even him. But why would he be impressed? Derek hung around the people who raced in town, hell his girl Paris was the top dog in town, and if this girl was as hot as she claimed why hadn’t he ever seen her there on the starting line for a race? Or why hadn’t she come to see him or Paris to get her car jacked up for a race, they were the ones to go to for that kind of thing.
”Don’t tempt me. I’ll take you for the five dollars your worth.” A sarcastic smirk danced across his face as his face gleamed in pride and returning to the earlier topic of prices and how much she was going for, oh he was by no means done with the hooker talk; finding out much she went for was something he’d drag out of her. No matter how she denied it there was no denying the woman before him sold her body for men’s pleasure; it was so kind of her and her hooker friends to do that, they just all probably caught things and didn’t know it. ”As for your drink…you’re a big girl you can order a big girl drink.” He reached out and bat her head affectionately having no shame in belittling the woman in public, but why shouldn’t he she had pulled a gun on him and thought she’d call the shots. It was always so funny to watch a woman who acted like they had balls and could run the show; does that ever really work out? No of course not. As they moved to the pool table Derek began to drain his glass of the topaz liquid that resided inside, but he found himself staring down the length of the glass she spoke up once again. His eyes rolling in annoyance at her excuse as he lowered the glass from his lips and dug out his wallet, setting his glass on the side of the pool table they’d be using he pulled out two hundred dollar bills and slammed them on the table. ”I didn’t ask for excuses, hell I didn’t ask for anything. Now pony up them dead el presidentes so we can get this spanking over and done with, you actually might not like this.” Derek shrugged unapologetically as he picked up the two bills and moved it off the table, but placed them under his glass so they wouldn’t get up and walk away while he set up the table for the game. As he began to do so she once again spoke up, he needed to start tuning her out, but he looked over his shoulder despite his best warnings not to. His lips stretched out into the most plastic of smiles, ”Aw I hurt your feelings. Good.” The words were meant to hit her like a freight train as the smile disappeared from his face and he began placing the balls in the triangle as they were supposed to be. ”I’ll be a gentleman…ladies first.” Lifting the triangle off the table once the balls were all set he ushered her forward, to pick a stick and to start them off; if she was as out of practice as she was claiming this should make for a good laugh. Picking his beer up off the table he put the chalk down in its place to hold the bills down, and took a sip of the refreshing liquid.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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Post by meilin ann joynes on Feb 14, 2012 14:02:00 GMT -5
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There were a few obvious facts one should know when it came to Hex. One, she knew how to use her body to her advantage, and she wasn’t afraid to prove it either. Two, she liked to play around and have a bit of fun. Three, she hated the word hooker on nearly every level. And four, the word hooker tended to make her over react. The oddest part of the situation, any other word – well nearly any other word would have had her playing along, toying with him. It was that one word that bothered her so much. Mistress, Prostitute, even whore tended to be okay with her. It was that one damn word that could make her rise up like a feisty little minx ready to shear of someone’s face the moment they used it when referring to her. And of course it had been this man’s word of choice. She could honestly say that she was very, very eager to accidentally ‘fire’ at him. And she had pulled her gun nearly instantly. She gritted her teeth, as he seemed to decide she’d gone from a hooker to a feisty hooker, and narrowed her eyes, “Oh honey, I’m definitely feisty, but I’m far from a little hooker, so how about we rephrase that, hmm?” Her question was more of a demand, even as she stated it with an almost deadly purr, as if eager for him to call her that one more time. Let him see what the consequences would be. Of course, he wasn’t just in danger of her anger, but appeared to be dangerous all at the same time, as he moved closer, walking his fingers up her arm, momentarily distracting her from the moment of ‘agitation.’ “Last time I shot someone with out a warning, I was treated like a bad, bad girl. And the cops don’t make the punishment . . . as fun.” Oh yes, she was beginning to get distracted from the problem at hand indeed. She raised an eyebrow, her lips lifting into a dirty smirk, “Tell me then, gorgeous, if I keep ‘lying’ to you, are you going to be the one to . . . punish me?” At this point the word ‘hooker’ was completely out of her head, as she slowly licked her lips watching him to judge his reaction. “After all . . . lying is oh, so naughty.”
She daintily spun her gun, twirling it by her index finger, as she glanced around at the individuals who appeared to be reporting her ‘misuse of issues weaponry.’ Really, she was sure who ever answered those calls would probably be assuming it was she to begin with. And judging by the bullet lodged into the cement by his foot, it’d be easy to match to a police weapon. Even easier to match to the other bullet’s her trigger happy finger hand managed to shoot of. However, despite her increasingly amused mood, she raised an eyebrow as he waggled his finger at her, taking just a moment to calculate how to respond before simply shrugging, “Hmm, so you want to play a little, see how it goes then? So you don’t know the dance? Oh for shame, and here . . . I though you might just be experienced. My mistake.” She replayed, carefully twisting his words around, a smirk settled easily on her lips. “Really, they adore you charm? So what, is this not ‘charm’ because I definitely don’t adore it.” A slow, sassy smirk fell across her lips, as he voiced the question of her choice of ‘undergarments’ and whether she’d gone with out. She smirked, cocking her hip slightly, and resting her hand at the curve of her waist, “Hmm, I’m sure you’d love to find that one out for yourself, now wouldn’t you?” She asked, even as she rolled her eyes at his salute.
His mock whine had a laugh leaving her as she grinned, “Oh, I’m sorry, did you want me to shoot you? Or are you just ‘playing with me.’ Using me to learn how to play the game?” She questioned, once more reverting to the way he’d spoken earlier, and her snide assumption of his ‘innocence.’ It was obvious he knew the game, and knew it well, but it didn’t make it any less amusing to suggest otherwise. “Oh, baby, don’t be so naïve. Teasing is taught in nearly every 101 class. It’s not just whore’s who do it. Sluts, Teasers, Lead Ons, they all play the same game, right?” Once again, proof that it was the term ‘hooker’ who got to her, as she simply smiled in teasing satisfaction even as she was called a whore. Which, had a hint of truth, considering she wasn’t afraid to sleep around if the guy was worth it. Hell, half the time, it didn’t even matter what his, or her own relationship status was, she’d still play around. “And sweetheart, take a page from any women, or real man’s book . . . you haven’t even seen me tease yet.” She said with a dirty little smirk. “Of course, if you’re asking for a demonstration, well, I’ll play along, and you can pay me for it. A little side money never hurt a women. I could use a new dress.” Okay, so it wasn’t really ‘prostitution’ if she wasn’t having actual sex, right? So it’s not like she could arrest herself for it. Though, she could arrest him, I’m sure he’d love to be put in my hand cuffs. In fact, I could probably find a multitude of uses for them if I truly think about them. Maybe we can play cops and robbers for a bit, before I book him. She thought with an amused smirk. Her anger was mostly gone this point, as the word ‘hooker’ became almost unused, switched for whore. Of course, at her current amusement from the situation, it’s likely it couldn’t be as bad of a word if it meant some fun with this . . . child.
She smirked at his obvious annoyance, watching him cross his arms and hold his stance, even as he met her own stare. She grinned, “Oh honey, you know . . . men only get so defensive when they either know their wrong, or know they can’t prove their right . . . I wonder which one it is in this case.” She stated with a coy little smile. She cocked her hip listening as he spoke up, suggesting that she was just talking big and bad, although she smirked at the name he’d used for her. “Baby blues, hmm, I kinda like that. Cute but sassy!” She stated with a smirk. “Ah, you have no sense of adventure, do you darling. Now who’s all talk and no action. You think you’re just so damn . . . hot. But, baby, get a clue, I doubt that anyone can possibly be so perfect, especially you. I think you’re just talking crap, the question is why? Do you need to build yourself up because you’re . . . lacking in other areas?” She paused, then grinned, “Oh! Of course, that must be it. You have to be the sexy mechanic type because you can’t appease in other areas? Especially once a woman gets you naked, hmm? Let me guess, that’s why you’re stuck talking with me. Your girl just can’t be satisfied by what you have to offer, and is off somewhere else?” Alright, so this was probably just pay back for the hooker comment, but she really couldn’t help herself. She was the simply the type of person to take the option if she was given the pleasure of such an interesting topic to broach.
She raised an eyebrow, “Oh, how funny, you think I’m only worth five dollars. What’s wrong baby, are you unaware of the value of a dollar? Clearly it’ll take a bit more than that to get a taste of this.” She commented, gesturing down, following the waves of her curvaceous figure. “Besides, if you expect to put a price to what I can offer, well . . . let’s just say you’ll have to do a bit better then that, unless you’re afraid to accept the offer. Do you have some . . . stage fright issues, dear? Hoping that offering a lower amount will make me walk away so you don’t have to show what you don’t have?” She asked, her expression sickly sweet. If he wasn’t going to stop referring to her as a hooker, so be it. She’ll just have to dig beneath his skin and see what it takes to make him squirm. “Then don’t complain about what I order, hmm” She stated, shrugging off the pat on the head. Although, she’d much preferred petting. She grinned, watching as he moved to the pool table, and watching him roll his eyes, clearly annoyed again. She was definitely getting good at this. She pouted slightly as he set the dollars on the table, “Aww, you’re going to try and take me, aren’t you.” She asked, pulling out a her wallet and placing 4 fifties down, “And sweetie, who says you get to spank me? I though we were just going to play a bit of pool, hmm?” She commented, before rolling her eyes at his next set of words, “I wonder, do you act like this around the other girls, I wonder how you make any girl want to spend even a few hours around you. Perhaps you pay them all, a few extra hundreds here and there keep them around?” She asked, leaning against the table as he racked up the balls, before ushering her forward to pick a stick and play.
With a shrug, she stepped forward, glancing over at the sticks, before selecting one and chalking it up slightly before finding her place and sighting the cue ball, before sending it into the racked up balls. She straightened up, a schooled expression on her face as the balls scattered, a hand full bouncing of the cushioned walls, the 6 ball bouncing off a wall and into a pocket, and the 3 ball sliding instantly into another pocket. She smirked, straightening up, and grinning at him, “Like I said, out of practiced, usually I make more go in on the first shot.” She commented, moving around to another position and lining up her shot once again, before sending the cue ball towards a cluster of three balls, ignoring the 8 ball completely. She straightened again, watching the 4 and 9 balls bounce of different sides and the 1 ball being pocketed. She lined up a shot once more, aiming, before sending the cue ball towards a the 9 ball, and sighing as it slid, but failed to hit a wall or a pocket, and backed up, two steps, and raised an eye at Derek, “You’re shot.”
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