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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 22:24:53 GMT -5
They stepped into the Faded, and Samantha resisted the urge to cover her nose as the smell of liquor and men assaulted her senses. More than a few double-takes swept through the bar, and she felt the wave of desire, and in response, her body tried to decide which was the strongest, and which color her hair should be.
Ignoring it, she placed her hands high on her waist, one hip jutted out to the side. She glanced at Mikhail and raised an eyebrow. "Well? This is your scene, darling."
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Post by Cozy on Oct 27, 2008 22:45:17 GMT -5
Grinning widely, Mikhail nodded once. Quickly, he made his way through the crowd, bringing Sam along at his side, half-possessively. (He didn't want her to look completely open, of course! But then again, he hardly wanted either of them to appear closed off, either.)
Finding one of the centermost tables, he pulled out a chair for her as his grin widened, "Well, darling? Ready to be admired, hmm?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 27, 2008 22:51:26 GMT -5
Her lips quirked into a grin as he chose a table right in the middle, fully viewable from almost anywhere in the bar. Dear, clever Mikhail.
She dropped into one of the seats, flashing her partner in crime a broad grin. The place was deliciously dirty. She felt like she'd already committed a scandal just by stepping inside.
"Quite," she replied, and winked. Bring on the vodka.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 27, 2008 23:18:06 GMT -5
Glancing towards the bar, Mikhail raised two fingers, wriggling them just slightly as he mouthed, "Cosmopolitans" to the barkeep. He turned happily back to Sam at the man's nod.
"Doesn't it feel delightfully awful?" He asked, leaning towards her almost conspiratorially, "That lovely brunette thing in the corner is already looking at you. I expect no end to the free drinks." He said with a grin.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 0:18:54 GMT -5
She suspected Mikhail was right, and no end to free drinks meant a very high possibility of becoming drunk, but damn if she didn't care. Her eyes drifted over to where Mikhail indicated, gazing nonchalantly through her lashes. One quick assessment and she turned back to Mikhail with a wrinkled nose.
"Not quite up to par." She figured she could afford to be snobbish tonight. One of the bar-waiters came with her drinks and she took a long healthy swallow off the top.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 0:25:14 GMT -5
Plucking the second glass from the waiter's tray, Mikhail raised it to Samantha briefly before taking a larger-than-perhaps-was-proper sip of his own.
"Cheers, darling." He offered happily, "And you're right. You need someone really ravishing tonight. After all, look at you! I've always thought that you look even more lovely when you let your hair down."
Leaning back in his chair slightly, Mikhail allowed his eyes to drift over the other occupants of the bar in search of a possible match.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 0:33:09 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said, twirling a lock of said hair between her fingers. It was so unseemly to let it down like this, but she was warming to the idea.
It was true she was naturally promiscuous, such was her make-up, but in the way that lured men to her while she did nothing. She didn't have Mikhail's natural charm and come-hither attitude that so many fell prey to. She would have to take notes.
Right on cue, the waiter returned with another set of cosmopolitans. "From the gentlemen in the corner." It had already begun.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 0:35:26 GMT -5
"Oh, but which corner?" Mikhail feigned innocence, glancing into each corner easily before allowing his eyes to fall upon the man. With a small grin, he briefly raised his glass and took a sip.
"Well, well. Do you want him, or shall I play with him?" He asked as his gaze returned to Samantha, "He's sent two drinks."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 0:59:58 GMT -5
"No, no," she waved her hand flippantly. "He's all yours, if you want him."
She glanced over her shoulder at the brown-haired Nightmare and her lips curved. Mikhail had a way of seducing even the straightest of men into that one-night-that-they-never-talk-about-but-totally-happened.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 1:02:29 GMT -5
((Ooc: Care to be Mik's little conquest? <3))
Ooh. This would be wonderful. The poor little thing hardly had any idea of what was coming to him. Quite decidedly, Mikhail didn't spare another glance to the brunette Nightmare, keeping his focus fully on Samantha. Easiest to make him approach first.
"Well, he's easy enough on the eyes. I would hardly be adverse to a go, mm? But what about you, darling?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 1:14:47 GMT -5
((Certainly!))
"Well," she said with a tiny sigh. "I'll just have to keep looking, I suppose." Her eyes swept the room, doing just that. Her first cosmo was drained, and she was a bit miffed to find herself barely even buzzed. She started on the second.
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The pretty couple had accepted his drinks, each sending him a coy smile, but that was it. He was more than a little disappointed, but then again, he also enjoyed the thrill of the chase. He adjusted his jacket and sauntered over to their little table. "Enjoying the drinks?" he asked.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 11:21:58 GMT -5
Mikhail traced his fingertips delicately over the stem of his glass, glancing up slowly as the man approached. Ooh, this was even quicker than he'd thought it would be.
"Of course." He purred lightly, gaze simmering as he took in the sight of the boy up close, "They'd be even nicer with some company, don't you think, Samantha?" He asked, looking briefly to her.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 22:20:05 GMT -5
Not missing a beat, Samantha looked up through her lashes at the Nightmare. "Oh, absolutely." She gestured a few flowing fingers to an empty chair. "Please, join us."
All the purring voices and the coy looks and general sexual energy was almost too much for the young man, who dropped a bit clumsily into his seat and gave a flushed, embarrassed smile as he righted himself.
"I'm Roarke." (His real name, I'm sorry to tell you, was Edmund, but he'd changed it for this much cooler and oh-so-suave substitute).
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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 22:24:42 GMT -5
Mikhail couldn't hold back a small chuckle at sensing the young man's lie. Ohhh, how sweet! He'd probably never been in on a terrible tryst before. This would be just too much fun.
Leaning back in his seat slightly, he let the edge of one foot come to rest nonchalantly against the other man's. With the other heel, he nudged Samantha's ankle playfully, glancing at her just briefly. Ah, the thrill of the chase!
"So, tell us a bit about yourself, hmm?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 22:50:14 GMT -5
Samantha turned her head slightly to hide her own smirk of amusement. Poor dear, how adorable. She winked at Mikhail and took another sip of her cosmo, content to remain silent for the time being. This was Mikhail's conquest after all.
"I'm in the L.O.S. program," Roarke said with a touch of arrogance. His brown hair was shortly cut, and his eyes were a soft, hazel green. He blushed a little as Mikhail's foot touched his. Was he flirting with the girl, or the guy here? "I, um.... more drinks?" The universal solvent, as it were.
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