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• $He was here actually alone tonight, no Ariel, no Lucias, no anybody. He sat at the bar watchign the people now and then, enjoying just fitting in as much as possible. Though it was hard for people not to notice this man who's very presence seemed to demand noticing. He had this aura of power that surrounded him even as he simply sat at the bar, elbows resting on top of it, sipping at a brandy. He wore a black pinstripe suit, with a black silk shirt beneath and a red tie.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 9:17pm PST

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• [.she came to the bar sitting a stool over. she shyly asked for a Sex on the Beach. everything about her was shy and kept to herself, she looked around as if she was expecting someone. blond locks fell against her cheeks.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 9:50pm PST

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• $Green eyes moved to watch her, passing over her frame in a quick sweep. He could tell she was uncomfortable here, she simply didn't hold the look the rest of his patrons had. He sipped at his brandy, eyes coming back to her now and then.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 9:54pm PST

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• [.indeed she did feel out-of-place and she did feel insecure here. she felt vaunerable, especially with the drink in hand. she took a few sips. truth be told she enjoyed the taste of alochol, that was the prime reason why her parents had sent her to a boarding school, to keep her away from it. her light blues caught his momentarily. a light smile portraying itself..soft pink lips shimmering in the dim light of the club.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 9:58pm PST

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• $Finding her slightly intriguing he slid over to the bar stool beside her.$"What is a young woman liek you doing in here when you obviously would rather be any where else but.?"$He asked smoothly, rich Italian accent present.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:00pm PST

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• [.her eyes gleemed at him before narrowing slightly. 'be nice..he's cute' she reminded herself. she was so use to being a bitch to defend herself.] i am looking or waiting for the manager [.she said in a soft spoken voice, but she repeated realizing that against the beat of the music she would not be heard.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:03pm PST

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• $He smirked.$"Well you are in luck Quello piccolo, for not have you found the manager..but the owner of The Damascus."$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:06pm PST

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• [.her brow rose..her tone happy and a mixture of both native tongue's accent, Italian and Hispanic.] you're not serious.. [.she said believing he was fooling her, her eyes rolled. she'd learn not to believe everything.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:09pm PST

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• $His brows rose at this questioning.$ :If oyu do not believe me, ask the bartender who owns this place and he will quickly tell you. I hired him myself."$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:12pm PST

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• [.her brows returned to their position..she came closer to him, exposing her chest a little from her three unbuttoned preppy shirt.] multarlo crederò [.she said quickly.] i apologize..i meant i'll believe you. so it is you i come to for a job? i did not see a help wanted outside, but i became curious anyways [.she replied.] [.et: fine i'll believe you.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:18pm PST

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• $He noticed the cleavage, taking it in, eyes moving to her face, thinking for a moment.$ "We aren't hiring her at the moment...But how are you with secretarial work?"$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:21pm PST

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• [.once again her brow rose...questioning him.] secretarial work? at a club..that's a first. i can do secretarial work..i've had office work in La Beaugarud Boarding School [.she said.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:26pm PST

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• $"Well, not here at teh club. Most of my paper work I do in my office at home, I need someone to organise and file."$Plus..it would be entertaining to see how long she kept this personality..how long before his people, or himself warped her..who would be the first person she slept with?$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:28pm PST

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• [.crania nodded on its hindges..blonde curls bouncing upon their plate. a small smile placed itself on her face.] mmm..that sounds like a job i can do [.she leaned back up..her posture straightening..she took another fatal sip at her drink.] when do i start, sir? (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:31pm PST

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• $That smirk returned. She made him feel like one hundred referring to him as sir.$ "My name is Adrien Tortello..you can call me Adrien, not sir."$He looked at her.$"How old are you quello timido?"$He asked, intesnse eyes looking into hers, studying her.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:39pm PST

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• i am twenty-two years of age..si..Adrien [.she said..proper grammar was something that was taught to her. something that was a must..] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:41pm PST

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• $He nodded, pulling a pen out of his suit pocket and bringing a napkin towards him. He quickly scribbled down the address on it in his large, bold writing. He passed it to her over the counter.$ "There is the address, show up tomorrow around one and I will give you a chance to show me how you work."$ (NT) -- Adrien, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:44pm PST

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• [.she nodded to him.] okay..i will be there at one o'clock sharp [.she set the bill for her drink down, with that she bidded him good-by and exited the club. she had no other reason to be here.] (NT) -- Isobelle, Sat, Feb 21 2004, 10:47pm PST