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Date Posted: Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:00pm PST
Author: Ariel Vitachi
Subject: AT THE DAMASCUS

*She stood leaning against the bar, her short hair swept back, full red lips pouty, the bruise on her face had faded enough that she was able to cover it with make-up. There was still a small cut on her lip but you had to look to find it. Her large, dark brown eyes were rimmed in black, adding a dark, smokey look to her. On her thin, shapely frame she wore a black haler dress, her back was bare, the dress dipping low in the back, and cut low in the front. She was a picture of pure femine quality, she also was surrounded by an aura of untouchability.*

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He made his way into the bar - he was pretty early for his little meeting with Adrien, but he figured he was welcome to enjoy the nightlife there - he was as welcome as any of them - with what he was doing for Adrien. He meandered up to the bar, leaning on one elbow quite near her, and ordered himself a Crown of Ginger. (NT) -- Angelo, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:07pm PST
- (NT) -- Please fix the font when you mess it up, Wed, Jan 21 2004, 6:25pm PST
*Lashes fluttering down then back up she looked at him from under partially lowered long lashes. Eyes passed over his physique, tongue passing over lips before she raised her glass of Burbon to her lips. She moved to sit down on one of the barstools, one leg crossing over the other, slip falling open to show of a long expanse of impressive leg.* (NT) -- Ariel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:11pm PST
He tipped his head to look at her discreetly and took his drink. "What's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" (NT) -- Angel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:16pm PST
*Well shaped brows rose at his question as she turned ot him. She had amaizingly well defined bone structure, and her lips simply demanded kissing. Delicate shoulders shrugged.* "Waiting."*Was her reply, Italian vocals obvious.* (NT) -- Ariel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:19pm PST
"For what?" He eyed her curiously, almost discreetly as he took another swig of his crown of ginger. (NT) -- Angel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:23pm PST
*She smirked, this little secretive grin of her's showin goff pearly whites.* "You....Angelo Valencia."*Her dark eyes remained on him.* (NT) -- Ariel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:26pm PST
He quirked a dark brow at that, and cocked his head. "And to whom do I speak, then?" (NT) -- Angelo, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:31pm PST
*"Its a secret."*She spoke softly, a small on her face. She sipped her Burbon while eyes watched him over the rim of her glass.* "How do I know I can trust you with such an important piece of information?"*Her instructions were to try and enchant him, get him to warm up to her, admire her, like her even, and then she would be used as a levarging tool to get him to agree to whatever Adrien had in mind.* (NT) -- Adrien, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:35pm PST
- lol OOOPs. Ariel not Adrien LOL... (NT) -- me, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:40pm PST
He shrugged a little, and went back to his drink. She wasn't the first pretty woman he'd been exposed to and she wouldn't be the last. "I guess you don't." (NT) -- Angelo, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:47pm PST
*She smirked, took a drink of her burbon then laughed sarcastically.* "He told me to expect this...this air of unimpressibility. You're almost as bad as he is..."* (NT) -- Ariel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:51pm PST
He caught on easily and an attractive smile broke over his features. "Adrien's bark is a lot worse than his bite, bella." (NT) -- Angelo, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 12:53pm PST
*She smiled as well, but it was slightly forced, and she fought the urge to reach up and finger the barely concealed bruise on her face. She wasn't sure how he knew Adrien, or what side of him he had shown Valencia..but Adrien was just as bad as his bark, if not worse. Often you didn't know what was comogn from him until it hit you, literally.*"Who are you Valencia?"*She purred, forming a quirk in the corner of her lips. All of it, it was an act, but not an obvious one, she was convincing, very. And it wasn't hard, he was very attractive.* (NT) -- Ariel, Mon, Jan 19 2004, 1:11pm PST
He eyed the amber liquid in his glass, turning it in the dim light as he pondered how he would put it. "An.. associate." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:08am PST
*She watched him, pondering his response, figuring there was more to it then he was saying, it had taken him long enough to come up with an answer. She had finished her drink and turned back to the bartender.* "Vodka please."*She oredered. Normally she watched how much she drank when she was on the "job", but right now she didn't care, Adrien was being an @sshole, he had seen her and Julius in the parlor, which had been a stupid mistake anyway.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:17am PST
He raised a brow at the girl - he didn't care how well versed in alcohol she was, judging by what he'd seen her already have, and what she was ordering now, she was out to get smashed. "Easy there, minxie." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:20am PST
*She glared at him as she took a large gulp of the vodka just to spite him.* "F&ck off Angelo...I'm a big girl."*She heavily stressed his name in Italian.* " Come se abbia bisogno di qualcun'altro mi che dice che cosa fare"*She mumbled under her breath.* [et: As if I need some one else telling me what to do] (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:26am PST
He leaned up on his elbows and moved to invade her space with his face a little, pale, prying eyes watching her. "I just meant we don't want to have to carry you out of her, do we bella?" (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:31am PST
*She downed the vodka.*"Perhaps that is exactly what I want."*She replied, tongue passing over teeth, she reached out to brush the side of his hair with her fingertips.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:35am PST
A brow quirked in the direction of her fingers. "I'm sure Tortello's men would take good care of you." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:38am PST
*Her hands went to rest on top of the bar, right hand playing with a nail on the other hand. She wathced her hands at work as she snorted to this comment. Big browns turned to him once again.* "You obviously know nothing of the Tortello house hold."*She smirked.* "I am not well liked tigre"*> (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:43am PST
"Then why do you stay there?" He watched her quietly - he was intense - when he decided to focus on something, there was no escaping - and regardless of how personal their conversation had turned, he intended on getting to the bottom of it. (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:48am PST
*She wasn't so quick to express personal things though, and such conversations always put her on the defense.* "And why not? I have everything I want...and I don't have a hord of stupid men pawing all over me."*She looked at him with a superior look on her face, as if she had found th eone and only way to live. She turned back to the 'tender.* "another."* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:53am PST
He leaned back, shaking his head as he went back to his drink. "Oh silly minxie. There's a lot more to life than being someone's lapdog." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:55am PST
{}"I am no one's lapdog!"*She spoke coldly to him. She was getting close to that point, but not yet. After all, she still had her father to back her if she should ever decide to leave Adrien's house for good. He didn't have full control of her yet.* (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 9:59am PST
He looked at her skeptically and again went to his drink. "That's what you think, Bella. That's what he wants you to think - you don't have freedom. You're not free. Freedom is an illusion." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:01am PST
*"Don't tell me what I think, you know nothig about me."* But it was true...too often she felt trapped inthe expectations that her father held for her. That was why she stayed with Adrien no matter what he did to her, or how much he pushed her away, because her father still expected her to end up Adrien's bride. She took another gulp of the Vodka. She was screwing this assignment up so bad...adrien was going to be furious.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:06am PST
He was a very speculative person - he could see right through most and this was no different. "Then think what you wish." He turned his interest back to fresh glass the 'tender had brought him while they were speaking. (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:10am PST
*"Ariel....Ariel Vitachi."*She tolled him suddenly, out of no where coming out with her name. She dreaded what Adrien was going to do with her once he found out she would be no good in persuading Angelo of anything. This was yet another man she had no affect on....* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:14am PST
He languidly diverted his attention from his glass, and cocked a brow at her. "So the minx has a name afterall." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:25am PST
*Eyes locked with his.* "Yes..."*She sipped at her latest drink, she was beginning to feel the effects of all the alcohol coursing through her veins, tongue passed over her lips as she cleared her throat. Her vision was beginning to be affected by it.* "You're much more attractive when I can't see...."*She remarked snarkily.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:28am PST
He chuckled softly at her comment and diverted his gaze to the dimly light area of the bar where the alcohol was served. "Well your personality certainly sparkles too." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:31am PST
*She glared at him, and moved off the stool. She was a bit tipsy, but held onto the counter for support.* "I'm going to the ladies room..."*And grabbing her glass she headed towards the room marked ladies in the back, weaving her petite, lovely frame through the crowd. Even drunk, and a little unsteady on her feet she was a sight to behold.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:34am PST
An amused grin broke out over his handsome features as he watched her go, chuckling a little to himself and shaking his head as he knocked back the rest of his drink, gesturing for no more from the 'tender. (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:37am PST
$He appeared almost out of thin air it seemed, for suddenly he was there, taking a seat on the very stool Ariel had just vacated. He didn't say a word yet, just motioned to the bartender who placed a brandy before him, after all, this was his night club. He took a sip before speaking.$"Angelo."$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:43am PST
He nodded in return, feeling a little inadequate now without a drink. "Adrien." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:46am PST
$"Find your way easily enough?"$He questioned. He had yet to look at him, it was his way of taking his time, letting oyu know that he rushed for no one, that everything was on his terms, in his own time. He sipped at the brandy once more.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:48am PST
He was accustomed to dealing with men who got high off the power they thought they had.. He wasn't intimidated. He was owned by noone, and this would be no different - business transactions, that was all. "Yes, it's a pretty popular spot." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:53am PST
$He nodded, dark eyes looking to him.$ "Follow me."$ They of course couldn't discuss anything out here at the bar. Turning he led hom through the crowd to a table at the back, away from the crowd, but still in view, the perfect way to cover cirminal activity, out in the open where no one expected it.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:57am PST
Without a drink, he followed the man - never one to take serious moments like this with more than a drink or two in his system. (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 10:59am PST
$He wasn't one for small talk, so once they were seated he began.$ "As you know we send out car shipments to Russia where they are sold to two or three large clients over there."$He took a drink of his brandy.$ "Because of an idiotic slip up we have lost one of our top clients..."$he looked at him.$ "I would like to go through you to connect myself with new buyers in Germany."$And there it was, all on the table, straight forward.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:03am PST
He leaned back, as though he really didn't care - "That could be arranged." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:08am PST
$"As usual you would get your cut of 35% of the profits."$He finished off the drink, taking the imports out of their silver case and lighting one in his mouth. He then blew the smoke into the air, not really concerned if Angelo minded the cigerette smoke or not.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:10am PST
He cocked his head back a little and to the side as he pondered this, pressing the tips of his fingers together as he leaned forward. "40%. This is, afterall, a more risky endeavor than any previously." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:14am PST
$He motioned with his hand for a waitress to bring another drink. He tok a drag off the cigerette as he waitded. It wasn't until he had his new brandy that he spoke.$ "Agreed. But i want you to handle shipping and sales."$He stated, he had a lot of endevaours under his belt, and it was getting a bit much for him to take care of all by himself.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:17am PST
He smiled, pleased with that, and leaned forward again. "Yet another impeccable choice, Adrien." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:21am PST
$He shrugged his comment off, not really paying attation now that he had what he wanted. His eyes began to search the crowd for Ariel, ust noticing now that she wasn't with Angelo like she had been instructed to. he found her at once weaving her way through the crowd, she had a full glass of what looked like vodka and she was obviously drunk. An angry glare came over his face,$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:23am PST
He watched amusedly as Adrien's gaze got darker in connection with Ariel. "That would be my fault." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:25am PST
$"Explain."$He demanded, not once taking his eyes off of Ariel who was at the minute attempting to free herself from the presence of a man who had spotted what he thought was an easy meal ticket, a drunken beauty.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:27am PST
He shrugged, making as little of a deal out of it as he could. "I bought her more drinks than was wise.." though she obviously didn't need anyone to pay for her, "intending for her to be with me for the remainder of the evening.. and then she wandered off." Simple as that. (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:40am PST
$"She would have gone home with you without the drinks."$He repsonded coldly. he looked back at Angeo, attempting to read whether the man was telling the truth or oddly enough trying to cover for her...for some reason his instincts were leaning towards the last.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:43am PST
Taking her home hadn't been his intention, but if Adrien desired to believe so, that was his perogative. "She wanted them." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:47am PST
$"Why are you covering for her Angelo...what did she say?"$He asked coldly, eyes looking at him steadily. he always went by his gut instinct, after all he knew Angelo never had to gdet a woman drunk to take her home.$ (NT) -- Adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:50am PST
"She didn't say anything - what's the harm in buying a pretty woman a drink or two?" He looked around, as though he were suddenly figuring out where he was. "This is, afterall, a bar, is it not?" (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 11:58am PST
$He glared.$ *She appeared before Adrien could say anything.* "I see you two are enjoying yoursevles emensly."*She stated sarcastically.* (NT) -- Ariel/adrien, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 12:06pm PST
He raised a brow and offered a smile. "It could be more, of course, if we had a little company." (NT) -- Angelo, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 12:13pm PST
*"Oh..but i wouldn't want to interupppt your obvious fun."*She drank from the glass. it was her fourth vodka not to mention the two burbons she'd had before.* (NT) -- Ariel, Tue, Jan 20 2004, 12:17pm PST

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