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Date Posted: 11:44:18 09/15/09 Tue
Author: Lyla
Subject: Hoolihan's In Boston
In reply to: Seth Johns 's message, "When it Rains" on 16:36:29 09/14/09 Mon

She studied his features. She began with his eyes, catching them with her own blue ones and watching the conflicting emotions of the evening dance there. She was shaken but acting like it wasn’t going to help anything. She was weaker than she let on and she was holding it back to save face. I mean, after all, she had looked like a pretty big idiot getting herself into that situation. But her eyes drifted down to his jagged nose and past the dark hair around his pale pink lips. They were very full and kissable. The thought was fleeting, batted back by the seriousness of the situation.
Her eyes trailed up along his beard and along his jaw line. She studied his taunt skin and wrinkles at the corner of his eyes before heading to the tangle mess of hair on top. He was, in one word, attractive. In two he was fucking attractive. She watched the hand sail through his hair and then his eyes were on her and her own darted away to the ground. “Well, I certainly owe you.” Her voice was soft and almost timid. But the fact was she could never repay him. She had also noted the tone of his voice when he had spoken of the previous events. “Vampires are truly testy creatures. I’m sure they’ve had a good meal and have settled down by now.” She had no idea what she was saying but her voice was comforting to her. It made her feel more in control.

She shifted in the chair, making no attempt to move. “I should probably go home…I’ll return these things to you tomorrow after a wash, ok?” She slackened some more in the chair.

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