<font color="CCCCCC"><i>A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises... And I don't believe that I'm getting any better...</i></font> -- RD Present: The Boardwalk

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Date Posted: Thu, Jan 23 2003, 3:46pm PST
Author: Nicholas
Subject: A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises... And I don't believe that I'm getting any better...

With Diallo with his girl, and Kato with his girl, there was no one else that he cared to waste his time with... So he was slouched at the bar of a seedy, run-down club - nursing a fresh rumrunner and gazing blankly at the laced smoke between his fingers that was slowly burning away...

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She followed Jas and jordan into the bar. She pauses as her gaze lands on him, wandering away from the pair. She tilts her head to the side a touch and arches a brow, leaning next o him "You look bored" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:01pm PST
He glanced over slowly, finally raising his smoke to his lips for another hit before responding. "You here to entertain me?" (NT) -- Nicholas, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:02pm PST
She shrugs a touch, offering a slight smile "You want entertaining?" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:04pm PST
He smirked and shrugged a touch - though his voice was sure. "Absolutely." (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:07pm PST
She takes a seat behind him, tucking a free spiral of hair behind her ear, the rest of held up in a ponytail. She crosses her legs, the short leather skirt riding a touch higher on her leg. " Then I'm here" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:16pm PST
"Can I get you a drink?" He cleared his throat a little before raising his own drink to his lips, gaze - unnaturally bright as always - travelling casually over her legs. (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:18pm PST
"Vodka and orange, thanks" She had had a fair amount already but she didn't look the worse for it. "How come you were drinking alone?" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:25pm PST
He called for her drink and shrugged, glancing around before looking back to her. "No reason. I always drink alone." When her drink arrived, he stood and offered a hand to lead her to a quiet booth. (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:29pm PST
She took her drink and his hand as she slipped off the stool onto the silver heeled gucci's, following him to a booth "Got plans for tonight?" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:32pm PST
He tugged her in beside him rather than across from him, and shook his head. "Not really." This was a pretty typical mood for him - speaking little more than necessary, sharp features offering little emotion. (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:34pm PST
She settles close to him, sipping at the drink before setting it down, she didn't really get him, but she wasn't worried (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:39pm PST
Ducking his head, he placed a light kiss to her neck. "You got plans?" (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:41pm PST
She smiled a touch, tilting her head aside for him, bright blue gaze glancing up at him "Not yet..." (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:42pm PST
He paused a moment for a sip of his drink before returning his lips to her neck - brushing every-so-lightly as he spoke. "Not yet..." (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:44pm PST
She smirks a little, her hand moving to cup his neck lightly "mhm... we'll see" (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:48pm PST
One hand slipped to pull her into his lap, a slight smirk forming on his lips as he brushed a kiss to her lips. "We could make plans..." (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:51pm PST
her arm slips around his neck, a smirk forming on her lips as she returned his kiss, mumbling against his lips "We could..." (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:53pm PST
He lowered his lips to her neck again, this time lingering for a long moment on her pulse. Meanwhile, one hand slid up her thigh to gently grip the soft flesh. (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:55pm PST
Her free hand moves to his chest, fingers curling into his shirt, a soft sound quietly escaping her lips, she was convinced. (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 4:59pm PST
Fingers kneading, he spent a few long moments with his lips latched to her neck before he broke slightly away. "Can we get out of here?" (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 5:02pm PST
She smirks a touch, dropping a brief kiss to his lips "Yeah... come on" She shifts from his lap and slides out the booth, straightening her skirt (NT) -- Caitlin, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 5:04pm PST
An arm slipping around her waist, he followed close behind. "Where're we going?" (NT) -- Nick, Thu, Jan 23 2003, 5:06pm PST
She arches her brows a touch as a smile tugs at her lips "My place isn't too far..." (NT) -- Caitlin, Sun, Jan 26 2003, 1:22pm PST
Dropping a kiss to her neck, he nodded a touch. "Sounds good to me... Lead the way." (NT) -- Nick, Sun, Jan 26 2003, 1:24pm PST

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