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Post by V.elocity on Mar 2, 2009 17:56:33 GMT -5
Fox studied her for a moment. "Y'said you 'ave a break at the moment. Sure you wouldn't fancy a walk?" he asked her, a bit dissapointed that she wanted to leave so soon. Fox looked to her, waiting for an answer, hoping it wouldn't be another excuse.
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Post by {{Dez.peration}} on Mar 2, 2009 19:52:58 GMT -5
Macey Pondered This Momentarily. Go On Then, Be The Bold Girl, That's What The guys like. She Dismissed The Idea Quickly, Shamed For her Earlier Proformance. "I -Erm- I...I'v Work." She Turned Smartly On Her Heel, Only To Meet The Glass Door. Heat Rushed Up Her Neck, Flushing Macey's Cheeks Untill Thay Looked Freshly Slapped. Steeling her Gaze And Swallowing Hard, The Girl Yanked The Door Towards her, Sweeping Inside. Pull, Not Push. Macey Seated Herself In A Corner And Pulled A Cigarett From Her Jean's Pocket. She Fingered It, Before Lighting it Quickly And Inhaling Deeply. A Filthy Habit, But She Found It Calmed her Nerves.
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Post by V.elocity on Mar 2, 2009 20:23:47 GMT -5
"Y'okay?" he asked, concerned, as she hit the door. He'd done that before and had almost knocked himself out. She then said somehting about work and went inside. Fox smiled a bit and went in, sitting back at the bar, waiting for some one to take his order. Now he was curious.
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Post by {{Dez.peration}} on Mar 2, 2009 20:46:58 GMT -5
Sauntering To The Woman's bathroom, Macey Refreshed Herself: A Splash Of Mango Tango Body Spray. Huh. Mango. Spells More like Tangarine. Simpltons. She Popped A Spearmint Breathsaver Into Her Mouth And Walked back Out To The Bar To Regain Her Post. That Door Was Push. Not pull. Jeez People, Make up Your Mind. Tying Her Black Miniskirt Apron, Macey Stepped Behind The Counter of The Bar. Aw, Common! Of Course, There He Sat. But, She Turned Her Back To Him, Taking The order Of A Burly Man. Macey Smoothly Pouared A Pint Of Corona, Humming. Who's Agi-Tat-ed? Not Me! A Smirk Played on Her Glossed Lips.
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