/insert 90s love song here
WHO: iron_liver and drmoonstone
WHERE: KARLAS PLACE. UPSCALE APARTMENT. THE LOVE SHACK.
WHEN: YESTERDAY NIGHT.
WARNINGS: Look at who is in this. LOOK AT IT
SUMMARY: Valentines day with the enemy? Who cares, she's hot.
FORMAT: Whateva
So he had a thing for femme fatales. He couldn't help it, and a quick, meaningless fling was just the thing to get himself back on track. Sure, he'd had his sizeable share in the city, but not too much with the import side of things. Sure, he flirted, but he knew how many of the women of the import community worked, and if the opportunity arose, he would take it. Especially since there were no allusions about the date. This wasn't a "forever love" scenario. It was a notch on the bedpost. Probably for the both of them.
Sure, did he wish there was something else? After the spectacular fail with Maya, he wasn't sure he did. That's what he'd spent the last two years in the city reminding himself of every time he even thought of seeing someone more than a few times. Under these circumstances though? He could see Karla Sofen enough times, and neither one would probably get more than what they expected. Sofen was a master of psychological thought, sure. He had no allusions that he may be under the critical light, so to speak. However being aware of that was enough to keep his lips sealed on subjects, and his tongue always flirting back toward other things.
So he drove his best car, the Veyron, to her place, and even came to her door. Flowers in tow. Oh yes, he was the perfect date.
WHERE: KARLAS PLACE. UPSCALE APARTMENT. THE LOVE SHACK.
WHEN: YESTERDAY NIGHT.
WARNINGS: Look at who is in this. LOOK AT IT
SUMMARY: Valentines day with the enemy? Who cares, she's hot.
FORMAT: Whateva
So he had a thing for femme fatales. He couldn't help it, and a quick, meaningless fling was just the thing to get himself back on track. Sure, he'd had his sizeable share in the city, but not too much with the import side of things. Sure, he flirted, but he knew how many of the women of the import community worked, and if the opportunity arose, he would take it. Especially since there were no allusions about the date. This wasn't a "forever love" scenario. It was a notch on the bedpost. Probably for the both of them.
Sure, did he wish there was something else? After the spectacular fail with Maya, he wasn't sure he did. That's what he'd spent the last two years in the city reminding himself of every time he even thought of seeing someone more than a few times. Under these circumstances though? He could see Karla Sofen enough times, and neither one would probably get more than what they expected. Sofen was a master of psychological thought, sure. He had no allusions that he may be under the critical light, so to speak. However being aware of that was enough to keep his lips sealed on subjects, and his tongue always flirting back toward other things.
So he drove his best car, the Veyron, to her place, and even came to her door. Flowers in tow. Oh yes, he was the perfect date.