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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 20:36:39 GMT -5
She giggled. "Mm, you're very welcome..." She leaned up to kiss him a little better, tasting the chocolate and coffee on his tongue and sucking at it gently.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 20:40:53 GMT -5
He kissed her for a bit more, then straightened up to start selling, handing her the now empty mug. He hawked out a headline, only stretching the truth a little bit; the headlines were pretty good today.
((Just to let you know, I'm gonna get off in 20 to get some reading done! And tomorrow, I absolutely have to work on my portfolio because I barely did anything last week, haha. Whoops!))
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 20:43:02 GMT -5
((Haha, no problem, I'll be around whenever you decide to drop by  )) She smiled over at him from time to time, taking people's money and making change, sending them a smile and a greeting on their way. |
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 20:46:37 GMT -5
The thing about being a newsie in New York City was that there were a ton of people around all the time. As long as you weren't shy about it, you could sell fifty papes in no time at all. Skittery couldn't imagine being a newsie in Middle of Nowhere, Iowa or something.
He sold his last pape to an attractive, twenty-something girl who sent him a sparkling smile. He returned it with a wink and a 'thank you, ma'am.'
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 20:47:54 GMT -5
Script's eyes narrowed at the girl and she almost threw her change at her, sending her a pointed look that clearly read something akin to 'Back the fuck off, Bitch.'
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 20:52:19 GMT -5
Skittery didn't notice this, of course, for he was too busy being a guy and ogling the girl as discreetly as possible. Which is why he was so confused when the girl scoffed and scampered off, looking offended.
"Okay..."
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 20:59:38 GMT -5
She almost growled. "Well. She was pretty." She said it in that voice girls use that usually warn guys they'd better not agree, on pain of death.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 21:03:35 GMT -5
"Yep," he agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets as he headed back toward the Duane Street area. He and Script were just friends. If they had been more than that, obviously he would've ignored the girl and insisted she wasn't his type.
((Okay, I'm off! I'll probably update from my phone some, though. I just feel like I've been neglecting my books lately!))
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 21:05:51 GMT -5
((Haha, aww, no problem! Night!))
A quick and fierce pang of sheer and utter jealousy hit her stomach. She had no reason to be jealous. But she was. Oh, she really, really was.
She huffed, gripping the empty mug in her hands tightly, afraid she would hurl it at his head.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 21:30:58 GMT -5
He pretended not to notice, but his heart was smiling at the fact that she was jealous. She was jealous he thought some girl was pretty.
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 21:35:47 GMT -5
She didn't say anything as they returned to the House, and she all but stomped into the kitchen, nearly tossing the mug into the sink.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 22:00:06 GMT -5
He finally wiped the smirk off his face as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Whoa, what's the matter with you?"
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
"Nothing!" She snapped, then stopped herself and sighed, leaning over the sink. "Sorry...I--I don't know what just got into me..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 13, 2011 22:08:33 GMT -5
He raised his eyebrows as he looked at her. Would she not admit to herself that she was jealous? "You okay there, Script?"
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Post by Script on Nov 13, 2011 22:11:34 GMT -5
She glanced at him over her shoulder, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Yeah, I...I didn't like that girl..."
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