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Post by CHEYENNE on Feb 13, 2012 17:11:58 GMT -5
Please read your letter carefully to make sure you are posting in the correct location!
Also, READ THE OOC NOTES to see if you are supposed to post first or wait for your partner.
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Post by freeziepop on Feb 13, 2012 23:04:30 GMT -5
Slithering into Chez Jones was something Syl was used to. He often took his cheap trashy dates here for a little post-club roofie soufle. He knew Jones personally, and the underpaid staff was usually at his beck and call. They didn't particularly like serving him, but they feared him enough to not jizz in his food. Usually.
Clad in a butler outfit, Syl was the portrait of sophistication. Concealed in his pocket was a flask of the classiest scotch, which he removed and took a generous swig off. "CLEAR THE ROOM LADIES, I HAVE ARRIVED," the other people in the room didn't notice or didn't care, going about their meals. With a huff, Syl sat down and awaited his date. Who would it be, he wondered?
From his other pocket he pulled out a small container of breath spray and squirted some into his mouth. Better safe than sorry. A waiter came over and gave him a dirty look. "Aren't you supposed to be taking coats?" he asked in a haughty voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be sucking my dick?" came the reply. The waiter wrinkled up his nose and stormed off. "Damn right," Syl muttered, grabbing the menu and looking for the roofie special.
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Post by pikachu464 on Feb 14, 2012 14:20:15 GMT -5
"Right this way miss," said a voice at the door. The man took Miki's coat and led her into the building. She couldn't believe her mother suckered her into a blind date. Oh well, she'd have to make the best of it then. She hoped the guy she was meeting wasn't a pervert. She hated guys that just wanted to get into a woman's clothes, after all. She actually hoped this date, would get her a permanent boyfriend. It would be nice to have some romance in her life for once.
Miki was wearing a fancy red dress that had sparkles on it. It was long going down to her feet and it was sleeveless, showing off her curves somewhat. She wore a tiny amount of make up and had her red hair pulled up in a high bun. And she wore silver dangling earnings with moons on them.
She also wore silver necklaces and bracelets on her arms. And on her feet she wore hoes and shiny silver high hill shoes. With her she carried a small pocket book that matched her dress. Her mother had picked this look out for her. She hoped her date wouldn't think her a slut. Her look screamed that she was from a rich family.
Miki sighed, if it had been up to her, she just would of showed up in a simple sun dress and wore her hair her usual way, but her mother insisted that she look her best for this date. Suddenly she heard the waiter telling a guy,"Aren't you supposed to be taking coats?"
"Is all that coming from my table?" Miki wondered.
The doorman led Miki to the table just as her date said,"Aren't you supposed to be sucking my dick?" The waiter wrinkled up his nose and stormed off. "Damn right," Syl muttered, grabbing the menu and looking for the roofie special.
The doorman pulled out the chair for Miki and she sit down. He pushed her up to the table and was off,"Hello," Miki said to her date,"It's very nice to meet you. I'm, Michelle Michell. But you can just call me, Miki," she introduced herself, smiling at her date. She hoped she looked friendly enough.
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Post by freeziepop on Feb 14, 2012 16:47:02 GMT -5
Syl glanced at her casually. He wasn't quite sure what to make of daddy's little princess. She wore a floor-length red dress that was pretty, but didn't give him an inch of skin. Was he supposed to make love to her armpits? Sure, he'd done stranger things in his lifetime, but the twenty-five year old needed his fix of hot young woman. "I'm Syl. It's nice to meet you, I guess."
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable if you were a little more... nude?" Syl blurted out, propping his elbow up on the table and resting his head in his open palm. He gazed at her like she was a piece of meat, tender and succulent and cooked just for him.
One of the waiters came by and offered to pour them a drink. "Our specials tonight are-"
"You can cram your specials," Syl hissed, grabbing the flask and pouring a bit into each of their glasses. "Drink up honey. Your night's just beginning," he grinned stupidly at her, light brown eyes not doing a very good job of hiding his true intentions. He was like a cat in heat, practically writhing in his chair.
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