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Date Posted: Sun, Jan 21 2007, 4:47pm PST
Author: Taylor
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The city longs well for rooftops and invitations
All lace and secret places
She moves you to touch with her hands


As usually, she blended smoothly into the dark bar scene in her all-back work attire, yet something about her was very attention-grabbing. She was used to it though, and she liked it within reason - sometimes she just wanted to disappear into the background and get through her shift, but other times she didn't mind the extra work that she invited with her bright eyes and easy smile. It was a little bit quiet that night though, so she was taking the time to chat with a guy who had come up to the bar, ordered his drink and then asked if she knew a guy who called himself Fury and supposedly hung around there a bit. She had been a little bit suspicious at first, but his smile was warm and he said he was a friend, so she spent quite a while talking to him in between serving up drinks for other patrons. The fabric of her v-necked sweater was sheer so that the black camisole she wore beneath was clearly visible and the hem of her skirt fell just below her knees but fit flawlessly close to her hips, and her boots were high enough that only a sliver of skin on her legs showed - impeccably put together, as usual. The night was winding down and so her dark and mysterious visitor smiled, left her a very generous tip, and said goodnight. She watched him go before returning to serving up the lingering few customers, thankful to hear one of the guys announce last call...

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