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Post by avalanche on Oct 1, 2006 2:35:11 GMT -5
Dom's first thought: Does he mean like the sex tape?
And on right after that: Wasn't the Cuban enough?
And then: Easy with what you're suggesting pal...
And finally: She's a big girl, whatta you care what she does for kicks? ... Don't answer that. I mean, this is RECLUSE we're talking about.
Of course on the outside this chain of thought ended up looking like a scowl, and then a forced straightening of his face.
"Okay..." He said, "I'm gonna crash out here then, unless there are any objections."
He made a make-shift pillow out of a bag of cash, and kicked his boots off. He used his jacket as a blanket, and felt the immediate urge to grumble.
He was in a grumbling mood. Naturally for the over all shoddy situation, and then some sort of subtle under-grumble, something hard to get a grasp on, and probably better left unquestioned.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 2:45:38 GMT -5
Shaking her head with an amused expression, Recluse didn't even bother with the 'Hey, fuck you,' that was her first instinct.
Instead, she just finished her beer and wandered over to her duffle bag, throwing it onto her now vacated seat. There was bound to be something in there she could use as a pillow.
"Works for me. Shotgun the loveseat."
Padding over to Dom, she looked down at him.
"Sleep well, hey. The remote's next to the couch if you want to turn the TV down."
Not that she was planning on being out of the room long.
With the slightest feeling of stickiness between her feet and the carpet, something that she was used to by now, Gracie wandered into the kitchen to shake her head with a smile at Lucas and put her empty bottle down on the counter with a clink.
"Where's the john?"
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 2:53:44 GMT -5
Lucas took a moment to answer, the faint light of the moon coming through the mini blinds creating a silhouette of both their forms. He had one hand back on the counter's edge, the other cradling that ever-present cigarette.
Maybe he wanted to look at her for a while. Maybe he had something in his mouth. Maybe he was just being an asshole.
Dom's snoring prevented her from being able to find out. He turned his head in Dom's direction, smirking. His voice was lower when he spoke.
"It's down the hall, the only door on the right." As she turned, he caught her arm.
"First. What's your name..."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 3:03:13 GMT -5
Though his grip wasn't tight, there weren't many people that had the balls to grab her. Certainly not when they knew about how nasty her bite was. She looked down at it, then back up at him with one eyebrow raised. Surprisingly enough, she didn't actually look pissed off at him, just curious.
"My name?"
Almost no-one knew her real name. Her mom, the cops, the kids she'd gone to school with and one or two people from the street. Dom did, but he was smart enough not to use it.
So, was she going to tell Lucas James her name, or not? She didn't even know herself as she opened her mouth again to speak.
"Gracie. Smith. But if you ever call me that, I will fuck your shit up, right? Especially if you do it in front of other people." She wondered why he'd call her Gracie when they were alone, or if indeed they even would be alone. Her expression, still curious, had taken on a hint of danger. It wasn't an empty promise, though she knew well enough that a fight with Lucas wouldn't be an easy one.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 3:07:08 GMT -5
He let go of her arm as soon as she started to answer his question.
Gracie. It was a pretty name, but he could see why a girl like her wouldn't want to be called that.
Lucas looked her over a bit, standing, closing the distance a little between them just by doing so. That whole lack of personal space thing seemed natural to him. A man who felt he had little reason to fear anyone- even the unknown.
"Alright then. What do you want to be called."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 3:16:48 GMT -5
She raised her eyebrow again as he asked the question, looking up and realising how tall he was. Her lips parted, looking for all the world as if she was waiting for a kiss, but then she brought her fangs to rest on her lower lip. Staying like that for a few moments, Gracie was actually surprised that she managed to sound composed when she spoke. He really didn't understand the concept of personal space - but she couldn't bring herself to mind.
"Have you ever seen what happens when you get bitten by a brown recluse?"
Smiling, leaving her fangs behind her lips this time, Gracie looked amused.
"They don't call me Recluse 'cause I'm fuckin' shy."
He was far too pretty for his own good.
"But you can call me whatever the fuck you like, as long as you're happy to accept the consequences."
That thought made her smile grow.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 3:20:57 GMT -5
Lucas cracked a grin, and chuckled low in his throat.
What a great chick. No obnoxious Harlem head weave, no telling him off, no acting all offended like he'd grabbed her ass with his mouth. Not that it wasn't on his mind, but truly, he'd only asked a simple question.
This bitch could hold her own. He had to respect that. But he was also here on business, and from the look of those fangs he figured he had best keep it that way.
Couldn't hurt to flirt the line a bit though.
Nodding to her in the mostly dark kitchen, that grin lingered.
"Yes Ma'am."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 3:34:43 GMT -5
Snorting with laughter, Gracie shook her head and pushed past him. She really needed a piss after all those beers, and when she returned from the bathroom she had her pants under her arm - dressed for bed in the same way that she'd first been when she'd answered the door. She'd even scrubbed off her makeup, so as not to get it all over the white loveseat. Well, it was the house of a pretty dangerous guy, she wasn't planning on pissing him off.
One hand came up to ruffle at her hair, and she noticed how pale her skin looked when the moonlight hit it. An awesome contrast with her tattoos, in her mind.
"Got another beer?"
It had been a big day. All she wanted to do was lie down and watch TV with a beer before falling asleep.
Well, not all she wanted to do, but all she was going to do, anyway.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 3:45:35 GMT -5
Suddenly very glad he'd paid for that private dance at Afterhours earlier, Lucas reached into the fridge and grabbed her another. He hadn't been planning on kicking through a six within the first half hour of arriving, but...
Snapping the top off for her Lucas handed her the beer and leaned back against the counter again. He held on to his own, tossing his cigarette down the garbage disposal where it fizzled out.
It occurred to him that she might not feel comfortable going to sleep with him awake and wandering the house. Then it occurred to him that he didn't give a shit.
Saying nothing, he gestured his beer at her as if to salute her goodnight.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 3:58:14 GMT -5
With a smile, Recluse raised her own beer to return the gesture, padding back into the lounge to smile down at the snoring Dom. Picking up the remote, she dug through her bag to find a sweater and rolled it up into a pillow. Though she thought about a blanket, she was comfortable enough for now, and she lay down on the loveseat with her knees over the armrest.
Lucas was somewhere in the house, she didn't know where. She didn't really care where - he had a reputation for being a thug, not a pervert. Him being awake didn't make her uncomfortable in the least. Her bra did, though, and her top was obviously too low cut to have on by itself.
Grumbling quietly, she sat up and had another long sip of her beer before searching for a wifebeater she could change into. Pulling one out - white, to match her boxers - Gracie put her beer between her legs and pulled off her shirt.
Well, it wasn't like Dom was watching.
Soon enough, she was in the wifebeater and slouched back down, sipping at her beer thoughtfully as she watched whichever late show it was.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 4:07:25 GMT -5
Lucas ended up upstairs, his long body half curled into the empty jacuzzi tub in the master bedroom. He dialed the cell phone- the, not his- and listened to it ring, running his fingers over his short hair.
"Yeah. Ricky. We're here."
He lit a cigarette, thinking about the skin along Gracie's back as the moonlight caught her taking off her shirt.
"Dunno. He says a day, I'm thinking it's likely more."
He adjusted his jeans, trying to get comfortable in the strange space. He'd slept in worse places, that was for usre.
"I appreciate it. Yeah, you'll get it. I'll let you know. Out."
Hanging up the phone, he set the alarm for a few hours later and tucked it into his pocket again.
Avalanche and Recluse huh. What a pair...
[end]
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