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Post by jackkelly on Oct 14, 2011 18:49:47 GMT -5
"That's a good idea," Jack said with a laugh, "well...why are you hanging around us newsies?"
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Post by Tara on Oct 14, 2011 18:56:11 GMT -5
"Well, you know I was looking for Wraith at first," she said. "But now...I guess it's because all the rich folks think I'm crazy, and you folks think I'm crazy too, but you're a lot nicer about it." She smiled and shrugged.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 14, 2011 18:57:21 GMT -5
Jack laughed, "Yeah well we're used to crazy around here, so you're not really that crazy."
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Post by Tara on Oct 14, 2011 19:00:35 GMT -5
"It's refreshing," she admitted. "Plenty of rich folks are crazy too, but they won't admit it, that's the difference. Everything gets...buried and ignored. It's spooky, really."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 14, 2011 19:14:33 GMT -5
"That is spooky, I don't think I'd like that," Jack said and finished off his beer. "I mean newsies can be secretive too...but in a different way."
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Post by Tara on Oct 14, 2011 19:35:47 GMT -5
She nodded, thinking of Goblin and Wraith. "Newsies might not tell people about the things that happen to them, but at least they don't pretend nothing happened. It's very different." She grinned as a new song started, and quickly threw back the last of her whiskey. "Shall we?"
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 14, 2011 19:55:22 GMT -5
"Definitely!" Jack said with a huge smile and led her out onto the dance floor like the gentleman he was.
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Post by Tara on Oct 15, 2011 8:07:51 GMT -5
She laughed with delight as they kicked and whirled their way through another lively song, and then the inevitable slow dance started. Tara didn't protest this time; she just sighed a bit wistfully and then rested her hands on Jack's shoulders, settling into his arms.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 15, 2011 11:24:54 GMT -5
Jack wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, he looked down at her as they danced. The music played soft and sweet. He leaned down and gently touched his lips to hers.
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Post by Tara on Oct 15, 2011 19:57:54 GMT -5
((They're so cute and non-dysfunctional! I can't even handle it.))
She drew in a sharp breath and closed her eyes as their lips met. Despite the intimacy of the slow dance, it still took her by surprise, and that made her heart race all the faster. Slowly, she brought her hand up to touch his neck as she kissed him back, slow and lingering. Yes, there were sparks all right. For the first time in weeks, Clara Pearson was the farthest thing from her mind.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 15, 2011 20:18:50 GMT -5
((Gah I know! What's with my boys and redheads? Lol))
Jack drew her closer, deepening the kiss, slowly, softly. He could feel his heartbeat quickening. Yeah, he liked her alright.
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Post by Tara on Oct 16, 2011 8:02:44 GMT -5
You couldn't kiss like this in public at society functions. You couldn't kiss at all unless you were kissing your husband or wife or your Great-aunt Gertrude. Tara found herself wondering for a second which kisses would shock her family more--those she'd shared with high-class girls at her boarding school, or this one, with a newsboy in a vaudeville theater. The thought only made her smile as the kiss finally ended. She looked at him with a goofy smile and caught his arm.
"Why, I do believe you've almost knocked me off my feet, sir."
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 16, 2011 10:16:33 GMT -5
"Good that's what I was aiming for," he smirked at her and kissed her again.
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Post by Tara on Oct 17, 2011 8:01:39 GMT -5
She leaned into him, bracing her hands against his chest as she kissed him back, slipping her tongue between his lips and wondering absently what she might end up doing after another round or two of drinks.
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Post by jackkelly on Oct 17, 2011 9:32:43 GMT -5
Jack brought his hands up to her face, cupping it gently in his hands. She tasted sweet, maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe that was just the way she always tasted.
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