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Date Posted: Mon, Jan 23 2006, 2:58pm PST
Author: Angelo
Subject: And all your little girlfriends too..

Every time I look up, I can see it in your face -
You wanna hook up with me.
Instead of acting like you supposed to,
You cop an attitude like you`re good for me,
And you know Goddamned well that
If I wanted, I could take you from your man -
With my eyes closed -
I can have you eating out the palm out of my hand,
And all your little girl friends too..

He was off of his most recent shift, a grueling fire had burnt long through the night, they had worked on it for well over eight hours before the house had finally been burnt to nothing but cinders and ashes, leaving a couple of family groups alone and without shelter. It wasn't the fires that bothered him, it was the people who were left with nothing, the people who had nothing at the end of the night. It didn't bother him enough that he thought about it when he went home and crashed after a long shift, though. He was on the first day of four days off, and this was where he chose to find himself. Of course, he would party tonight, but for now there was a cute waitress that was begging to be hit on. Finally extricating himself from her with a tall black coffee, he made his way toward an overstuffed coffee-colored chair near the fireplace to settle in with a good thick novel. She would bring him a refill, he would smile, it would ever be the dance of flirtation.

Angelo Danton was a figure, no, a vision. Cappuccino colored skin, deep, soulful chocolate eyes, a body you could find in any men's fitness magazine. He took great pride in himself and his work, and the woman of the hour. A white tshirt was exposed under an un-zipped navy hoodie, a pair of faded denim jeans hung low on his narrow hips and cinched with a leather belt to keep them in place. As he sauntered to his typical haunt, a chair always occupied by and reserved by the girls who were regulars on the days he chose to grace the cafe with his presence, he looked up, dropping a lid in a wink, one corner of his lips tilted up in a boyish smile at a particular brunette sitting with a mocha at a nearby table who's eyes had been glued to him. Ah, the world was his playground.

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