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Post by alexanderholden on Oct 21, 2011 12:57:57 GMT -5
Alex slowly approached her, 'alright then, what have you got on your mind to do?' he asked.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 12:59:56 GMT -5
"I'm rather curious to see the first class accommodations. If you'd be willing to show me." She smiled up at him, innocently.
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:00:52 GMT -5
Raven thought about whether she was really going to tell this guy. She'd just met him, but he seemed like a decent enough guy. "Well when I was fourteen I was working in a lace factory." She smiled at the memory. "It was long hours, but I had these tiny quick hands. One of the foreman took a liking to me. He was extremely persistant. One night I was the last girl to get my check and he held me back." Raven brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You know what happened after that and well...from there I just sort of gave into my feelings, then I realized I was good at it...then I realized I could make money from it. My first job was at the Pink Pomfrey." She smirked.
Tristan took the bottle from her and opened it, he took a long hard sip and then smiled. "Let's go to your room."
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 21, 2011 13:20:18 GMT -5
'well, fuck,' Spot said shaking his head, he couldn't exactly blame her now.
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Nevada smirked and took his hand, leading him towards her room. She threw the door open and moved her arm around, 'here we are, my humble abode,' she said moving to take the whiskey bottle and drink from it.
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:24:14 GMT -5
"It's not that bad. It happens to so many girls. The worst was not having my brother believe me." She sighed, "It that was a long time ago. So...tell me something about you."
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Tristan stopped walking once he reached the center of the room, his jaw practically dropped as he looked around. "Holy shit..." He said.
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Post by alexanderholden on Oct 21, 2011 13:25:34 GMT -5
'well I'd be more than happy to oblige,' Alexander said, taking a dare and slipping his arm around her waist.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 21, 2011 13:29:21 GMT -5
Spot decided not to press the issue further, 'well I...I'm ridiculously good at poker.' he said.
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Nevada smiled at his expression, 'that's about right,' she said,hopping up on the table in the middle of the room and taking a healthy swig from the whiskey bottle.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:32:23 GMT -5
She didn't protest, only leaned into him, casting him a glance. "I'd very much appreciate that. I've heard the rooms are beautiful."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:34:52 GMT -5
Raven started to smile, "I love poker." She said. "Do...do you want to play?" She would never admit it aloud but more often than not she was lonely.
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Tristan laughed and hopped up beside her, he took the whiskey bottle from her and poured some down his own throat. He smiled at her before sliding his hand up her neck and then pressing kiss to her lips.
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Post by alexanderholden on Oct 21, 2011 13:39:18 GMT -5
'the rooms are quite nice,' he assured her a he led them toward his first class cabin.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 21, 2011 13:42:25 GMT -5
'they have a poker room below decks,' he suggested, 'or are you against third class?'
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Nevada certainly wasn't expecting him to move that fast but she wasn't complaining. His mouth tasted of liquor and she found she enjoyed it very much as she held on to his shirt.
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Post by Script on Oct 21, 2011 13:46:33 GMT -5
She kept close to them as they walked, smiling at him as he paused to open the door for her. When she got a look at the room, her mouth opened a little. "Oh, my..."
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Post by raven on Oct 21, 2011 13:46:59 GMT -5
"Technically I am third class," She smirked and started to head below decks. "Nobody in first class will associate with me, once they realize what I am."
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"Mm..." Tristan mumbled and then smiled down at her. "You're delicious." He said and then ran his fingers through her hair.
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Post by NevadaShamien on Oct 21, 2011 13:53:08 GMT -5
'what makes you think they'll know what you are?' he asked as he led them towards the poker room.
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'Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you,' she said moving her legs so they were draped across his. She reached forward and nipped at his throat.
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Post by alexanderholden on Oct 21, 2011 13:54:02 GMT -5
Alexander came up behind her, hands gently gripping her shoulders, 'surprised much?'
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