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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 6, 2008 21:16:31 GMT -5
"Continuing in the vein of supposing that you do, in fact, like me, I'm going to translate Dolor en el asno into 'kick-ass', alright?"
He peered over her shoulder, looking at the bracelet. "I'll still buy you something, if you want it," he said casually. "And, of course, if you know what you're getting..."
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Post by redtopaz on Mar 7, 2008 1:29:25 GMT -5
"Well, you're right about part of it," Mercedes said, picking up the bracelet and sliding it on her wrist for size. She wouldn't buy anything from this cesspool, but that wouldn't stop her from browsing.
"I'm touched, really, but I can afford it. Coming from money is the one thing we have in common," Mercedes said, dropping the bracelet back on the display counter.
Ordinarily, the guy offering to buy her jewelry bit would be right up her ally, but this was Alexander and, frankly, she didn't trust him as far as she could throw him. Maybe not even that far.
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 7, 2008 15:25:12 GMT -5
"Point taken," he said, and also because he wasn't entirely sure what that rune meant either, and better safe than sorry.
"And you don't have to look so suspicious. I was only being nice. You are, as I have already found, the cop that can't be bribed." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocking back on his heels. "There doesn't seem to be much rotten activity going on, Miss de Zorro. You picked a bad day to work off the clock."
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Post by demitri on Mar 7, 2008 20:16:10 GMT -5
(hello...do you mind if i join in at all?)
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Post by Miss Jack on Mar 7, 2008 22:02:09 GMT -5
I don't mind. Jump in wherever!
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Post by demitri on Mar 9, 2008 2:32:45 GMT -5
Polished shoes tacked down the dusty streets of the light-hearted black market A good day for business It was crowded, as if the under-table merchants seemed to think, “Hey, they can’t arrest us all, can they?” It was true, on days like today the authorities tended to only pick the worst of the evils here. Mr. Blu paused for a moment, scanning the crowed and placing a cigaret between his tattooed lips when ocean eyes landed on an interesting sight: the silver-spoon prince and a pretty young lady (who unfortunately wasn’t unknown down here in the markets). Lifting himself from the wall as he loosened his tie, Mr. Blu thought it would be wise to snag the business of silver. “Pardon me sah,” Came the comfort of the southern drawl as smoke pearled from black lips, “If you could fagive mah interruptions, but ah couldn…help but notice your royal…status.” Another breath of smoke as he lowered the slim to his side, taking off his hat and offering a black-pearl smile and a little bow, “Mah name’s Blu, round here, Misah Blu,” Reaching into his sleeve he pulled two ticket’s engraved in soft black and blue, “If you and the ladah would be so kind, it would honna me if you were to attend mah club tonight. If ya’ll happen ta be free.”
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