Who: Annie (Captain of the Thieves) and Murdock (Aladdin) When: Last night. :/ I lose at putting threads up. Where: Annie's bar in Jersey. What: Annie wants to 'thank' Mudock for the 'lovely' gift. Rated: R-ish?
Oh god oh god oh god. Murdock was practically on the verge of hyperventilating as he was led by two of Annie's meanest looking thugs up towards her office. He had been making as bold an effort as possible at calm and machismo - he'd even tried engaging the men in conversation, but that hadn't amounted to much. Instead he'd spend most of the trip trying to will his palms to be less sweaty and trying to recall every episode of Sopranos he'd ever seen, as well as all three Godfathers. If she excuses herself to go to the washroom, run!
Of course, as he was gestured through the door and into the office, Murdock drew up all the bravado he could muster (which was considerable) and adopted a leisurely, diplomatic smile. "Miss Miranda." He greeted formally, dipping into a lavish bow. "This invitation brings honour to me and to my family." His tone was rife with theatricality and confidence, though his words clipped enough to show that he was covering up no small amount of nerves.
Annie arched a brow at the overdone bow, and tried not to laugh out loud as she threw a look at her two associates that were just standing at the doorway. "Mister Varletti..." she said rather off-handedly, motioning for him to take a seat in the chair on the other side of her desk. With a wave of her other hand, the two burly men stepped out of the door and shut it behind them.
Without another word, she idly twirled a pen between her fingers, her body language showing just how calm and in-control she wanted to appear. She let her eyes glance over his frame before settling on his own, and for just a moment, she gave him the smallest of small smiles. Just as quick as it appeared, it was gone, and she tossed the pen down on her desk so she could reach into her bottom drawer. With hardly any bravado, she pulled the hat that he had delivered to her, and placed it atop the desk
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Murdock took the seat he was gestured to quickly, settling into it with an exaggerated effort at a blase posture. He crossed one leg across his knee, then shifted for the opposite, a thumb resting on his chin then pulling away, and so forth. Despite his efforts at irreverence, he could scarcely sit still.
He leapt upon Annie's thin, brief smile like a hungry animal, returning it with a most roguish grin of his own - only to wipe it off his face in a near-panic as her smile disappeared. He cleared his throat and instead made a show of looking dour and serious, all business and no play. Of course, when the hat was placed on the desktop, he could scarcely resist a humble smile. "Oh, don't tell me you already have one..." He said playfully, though the humour in his tone likely fell flat in the intimidating office.
Annie tossed a glance at him over her shoulder as his voice rang out in what she assumed must have been an attempt at a joke. No. That was not a joke. What she had planned... that was humor at its best.
"No, no, I don't. I'm certain I don't have anything like that." She took a few careful steps towards the closet behind her desk and opened the door, to show a man bound and gagged to a chair, and looked rather beaten and bloody. "Do you see this man, Mister Varletti?" Of course, the man was one of Annie's goons, that had let her take a few hits to his face and pour some of the pig blood on him to make it look worse just to mess with the kid that thought he was so smart.
"This man lied to me." Annie walked around the back of the chair Murdock was in and placed her hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging him, while talking, "I figured since the two of us were so closely related, you might be willing to give me advice as to what I should do with a liar." She leaned down and let her lips brush across his ear, "I know that you
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Of course, as he was gestured through the door and into the office, Murdock drew up all the bravado he could muster (which was considerable) and adopted a leisurely, diplomatic smile. "Miss Miranda." He greeted formally, dipping into a lavish bow. "This invitation brings honour to me and to my family." His tone was rife with theatricality and confidence, though his words clipped enough to show that he was covering up no small amount of nerves.
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Without another word, she idly twirled a pen between her fingers, her body language showing just how calm and in-control she wanted to appear. She let her eyes glance over his frame before settling on his own, and for just a moment, she gave him the smallest of small smiles. Just as quick as it appeared, it was gone, and she tossed the pen down on her desk so she could reach into her bottom drawer. With hardly any bravado, she pulled the hat that he had delivered to her, and placed it atop the desk ( ... )
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He leapt upon Annie's thin, brief smile like a hungry animal, returning it with a most roguish grin of his own - only to wipe it off his face in a near-panic as her smile disappeared. He cleared his throat and instead made a show of looking dour and serious, all business and no play. Of course, when the hat was placed on the desktop, he could scarcely resist a humble smile. "Oh, don't tell me you already have one..." He said playfully, though the humour in his tone likely fell flat in the intimidating office.
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"No, no, I don't. I'm certain I don't have anything like that." She took a few careful steps towards the closet behind her desk and opened the door, to show a man bound and gagged to a chair, and looked rather beaten and bloody. "Do you see this man, Mister Varletti?" Of course, the man was one of Annie's goons, that had let her take a few hits to his face and pour some of the pig blood on him to make it look worse just to mess with the kid that thought he was so smart.
"This man lied to me." Annie walked around the back of the chair Murdock was in and placed her hands on his shoulders, lightly massaging him, while talking, "I figured since the two of us were so closely related, you might be willing to give me advice as to what I should do with a liar." She leaned down and let her lips brush across his ear, "I know that you ( ... )
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