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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 11:48:35 GMT -5
Luke woke up a few hours later as the sun came in the bathroom window and his cell phone alarm went off. Dragging himself out of the bathtub, he jumped in the shower briefly, then tugged a pair of jeans on and headed downstairs.
A cigarette was lit before he hit the bottom, and he scratched his bare chest idly while wandering to the kitchen. He found a spare mug in the dishwasher and groggily assembled instant coffee from the paper bag in the fridge.
Smoke drifted around his head in the morning light that came through the blinds. He grunted a few times, clearing morning thickness out of his throat.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 12:02:42 GMT -5
She'd fallen asleep with the TV on, her legs thrown over the edge of the couch and her singlet pulled precariously aside to show a bit more than she'd expected it to. The dream she'd been having, a very confused tale of hot boys speaking in Mandarin Chinese left her quite bewildered, until she jerked awake and realised that the Mandarin news was on.
Recluse had been surprised - she had no idea how to speak Mandarin Chinese, but this explained it quite well.
"Ungggghhhh."
Groaning her displeasure at being awake - softly, since there was every chance she was the only one - Gracie rolled off the loveseat and onto the floor with a thud. Which made her groan some more.
Standing, she pulled her wifebeater down so that it wasn't quite so revealing and padded into the kitchen, her barefeet sticking slightly to the carpet as she went.
Rubbing at her face to get the sleep out of her eyes, Gracie wondered if she was still dreaming when she saw Lucas with a cigarette and sweet, sweet coffee, already in the kitchen.
Bare-chested.
She was sure that he'd been that way in her dream, too.
"Morning." Her voice sounded scratchy and she tried again.
"Any more where that came from?"
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 12:11:04 GMT -5
He offered the mug out to her, keeping his eyes on her face in spite of the very... enthusiastic appearance of the rest of her body this morning.
"It's loaded." The fifth of cheap whiskey sat cracked open on the countertop.
Leaning over to put his elbows on the counter he flicked open the blinds with two fingers, peeking out.
"Dom's still out I take it."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 12:20:48 GMT -5
"Cheers."
Oh, but that hit the spot. Even if the whiskey was cheap - it wasn't like she was used to much better.
"Mmmmmmmm."
She sighed of contentment with her eyes closed, opening them again as she swallowed. She held the mug out toward him, even though he was currently leaning over to look out the window and affording a very nice view of his behind.
Gracie made no attempt to hide the fact that she was checking him out - it was only natural when you were faced with a pretty guy who was half naked, after all.
"Yeah, Dom's still snoozing. What's the plan for today?"
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 12:28:20 GMT -5
Lucas took it back, turning to lean back with his elbows on the counter, now facing her. His legs were impossibly long, and he shifted to avoid kicking her.
"Do our best to avoid boredom," he said. He wasn't really an Xbox guy- he'd never owned anything so expensive and wouldn't have had a tv to play it on in the first place. TV was alright, but he didn't tend to have the attention span for it. Lucas hated hiding out. He was born and raised in the bustle of New York City- not much else satisfied him.
"Hope you like libraries. This place is about as exciting as one." He took a drink, licking his lips before handing the mug back to her.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 12:42:11 GMT -5
"I'm sure we can think of something to do."
She did her very best to look innocent as she took another sip of coffee. The fact that it was laced with whiskey did little to help.
"Besides, Sparks won't be long."
One last sip and she handed it back to him, licking her own lips before scraping her fangs over them gently. She wasn't trying to be suggestive with the movement, but that may very well have failed.
"I reckon we'll be able to entertain ourselves - does that big TV get the porn channel?"
This time, her smile was suggestive. Recluse couldn't normally be described as the flirting type, but apparently there was something in the water today. Or it was that whiskey in the coffee.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 12:47:52 GMT -5
Well, she certainly was direct.
Lucas looked at her, holding her gaze for a long moment. Eye contact wasn't the sort of thing you perpetuated on the streets, and Lucas was an expert at meeting eyes only when he wanted to make a point. Boy howdy did he want to make one now.
What was this woman after. His jaw tensed, and he frowned a little.
"Thought you were a lesbian."
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 12:52:39 GMT -5
Raising her eyebrows, Gracie just looked amused.
"Just cause I like tits doesn't mean I don't like guys, too."
She returned his gaze with no sign of discomfort, absolutely unashamed to admit that she really didn't care what genitals a person had, as long as they were interesting to her.
Girls had a much easier time of dealing with her fangs, incidentally.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 13:04:29 GMT -5
Lucas smirked. "Well, you'll just fuck anything won't ya." He narrowed his eyes a bit, and finished off the coffee, screwing the cap back on the whiskey and shoving off the counter.
He walked into the living room, saw Dom still asleep. Snoring in fact. Lighting a new cigarette, he looked around the room.
God he hated prostitutes.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 13:13:23 GMT -5
"No," Gracie shook her head, "there's hardly anyone that is actually interesting enough for me." Her own eyes narrowed, and she didn't follow him into the lounge.
Someone with her anatomy didn't exactly go around fucking every Tom, Dick and Sally that came along. Actually, Recluse would probably be considered inexperienced in comparison to most of the people she knew. Definitely in comparison to the people in this house.
It felt a bit rude to be rummaging through another person's fridge, so she instead went to the john. Eventually she had to return to the lounge room to pull on some clothes, and she turned so that only her back was showing as she pulled off her wifebeater and replaced it with a bra and t-shirt.
At least she wasn't paying for sex, the way she saw it. Just cause she didn't mind a bit of variety didn't mean he had to go all frowny and wander off on her. Asshole.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 1, 2006 13:34:23 GMT -5
Dominic Petros slept like the dead, at least last night he had. When he woke, it took him a moment to actually pry his eyes open from their sleep-induced fusion, and he brushed them clear with the back of his hands.
As he sat up, the bones in his back popped audibly. He felt, physically, like hammered ass... but his energy had been completely restored. He was wide awake, if a bit groggy, and felt like he could run some laps. Probably not a good idea, all things considered.
He stood, stretching and popping, and looked wearily at the Lucas.
“Christ Almighty, you ever stop smoking?”
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 13:40:01 GMT -5
"Not if I can help it."
He tossed his head towards the kitchen. "There's coffee if you want it. Careful though, Frisky's feeling hot this morning."
Lucas dropped himself onto the couch and picked up the remote, flipping channels with a dark expression.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 13:47:28 GMT -5
She'd returned to the kitchen after dressing, but she still heard Lucas' comment.
"Hey, fuck you!"
Apparently, it was perfectly fine for him to look interested when he thought she was a lesbian, but not ok for him to be interested now that he knew she swung both ways.
In Gracie's mind, bi chicks should have been far more attractive. You didn't just get to watch, you could join in. Apparently Lucas fuckin' James was more interested in strippers and paying for sex, though.
Dom was up, though, which was good - she'd much rather be talking to him than Luke. One fuckin' smile did not make her a whore.
She had a horrible thought, that maybe one of his past encounters had given him something.
I shared his coffee!
All of a sudden she had a very real desire to brush her teeth.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 13:54:17 GMT -5
Lucas James just sat on the couch and grinned.
Gracie Gracie Gracie. Firecracker, punk rock bitch. I bet those teeth cut a clean line down a guy's dick if you're not careful.
Flipping to a Girls Gone Wild ad on the Spike channel, he crossed his arms over his chest and stayed quiet.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 1, 2006 13:56:43 GMT -5
Frisky's feeling hot this morning? ... oh. Ooohhhhh.... Shit.
Again, though, not his business. Felt like his business, sure... but he knew it wasn't. So he stifled any random frays of emotions that were poking through the sweater of his facade, and nodded.
Coffee didn't particularly sound good, but he thanked Lucas anyway.
Then Gracie shouted a fuck you from the kitchen. Pretty much standard. Apparently sleeping late meant missing a lot of interesting goings on, although Dom was fairly certain he didn't want to know.
So he crossed to his duffle bag, and began to sort through his meager clothes and supplies, thankful for living out of his car for the past year. He found a pair of exercise pants, and changed into them, not personally caring who saw him in his boxer briefs.
“We may be stuck here all day... we gonna order food, or just eat that junk you bought at the store? I suppose you could go out. My mama taught me to cook, so if you guys want I can whip us up some decent food for the day with the right ingredients.”
Yes. Food would keep his mind off of the many, many disturbances to what was supposed to be a great after-heist day.
Dom dropped to his back before they answered, lightly smacking the ground to break his fall, then he started doing sit ups. He really, really, really didn't feel like working out... but it was rote. It's what he did in the morning.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 14:06:46 GMT -5
"I don't give a shit."
Walking back into the lounge, Gracie smiled down at Dom to let him know that it wasn't him she was pissed at.
Then she walked over to her bag, not bothering to look at Lucas.
"I'm having a shower."
If they had food when she came out, sweet. If they didn't, whatever. All she knew was that she really wanted to have a shower and dress into something remotely clean. And brush her teeth.
About six times.
Dom was a good cook, though. So if he had food, all the better. They should be able to go down to the shops, shouldn't they? If this neighbourhood even had a grocery store that wasn't full of seaweed and cous cous and shit.
"I'll be back."
With a bundle of stuff under her arm, Recluse stalked into the bathroom.
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 14:19:59 GMT -5
Lucas watched her go.
When the shower turned on, he turned the channel, yawning a little.
"You don't mind if I fuck her do you."
He looked sidelong at Dom, then back to the TV. Dom had a thing for Gracie, it was obvious as hell. But that didn't mean shit in Luke's eyes.
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Post by avalanche on Oct 1, 2006 14:23:31 GMT -5
Dominic paused in mid sit up, staring at the wall. For some reason he got a hot flash in his face, and his blood pressure there made it seem like his nose was going to pop off. Maybe he just didn't like hearing her talked about in such a matter of fact way. Maybe.
He continued doing sit-ups, not quite finished with his reps.
“Whatever, dude. That's between you and her.” He said, finishing his set and then rolling over to his stomach to start pumping out push-ups.
“Are you asking because you already had?”
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Post by impact on Oct 1, 2006 14:29:01 GMT -5
"Nah. But she wants it, and I figured if you and she were together..." he shrugged.
Getting up, he watched Dom as he crossed to the stairs. "You and I should go running later. They got a gym where we're going?"
Not waiting for an answer, he took the stairs two steps at a time.
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Post by recluse on Oct 1, 2006 14:42:42 GMT -5
She'd set out her things when she got to the bathroom, leaving her surprisingly dainty pink-with-black-lace-trim toiletries bag sitting on the sink so she could do her eye-makeup when she got out of the shower. Not having a towel, she had actually rummaged around for one - but she was sure the guy could deal with one dirty towel, and if need be, she'd wash it.
Now, though, she was standing under the warm water, letting it run over her face while it got the shampoo out of her hair.
She'd gotten used to being clean while she'd been living with her mom - Recluse planned on staying that way as long as she can. Two days in the 'hood again were enough to convince her of that.
She let her mind wander as she washed herself, thinking about the boys and the coffee and the clothes she'd brought up. Girl's underwear today - she wasn't planning on doing any spinning, so she didn't need boxers again. Still, it somehow made her feel soft just thinking about it.
Bending down, Gracie picked up her toothbrush. Yes, she'd actually brought it into the shower, she was that paranoid about Luke's past encounters.
Or so she told herself, anyway, as she brushed away.
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