I've been making arrangements, I have. *smiles happily, pulling into the valet parking area of the hotel Jonny is staying at* It's taken some legwork, but I've a plan in the works. Aye. And it's a good one this time
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*is sprawled over a chair, watching daytime television, smoking a cigarette and talking to his publicist when he hears your knock at the door* Listen, love, I've got to feckin' go. Someone's at the door. *listens for a second and then rolls his eyes* It's the piece of feckin' ass I ordered off the feckin' Home Shoppin' Channel. Good feckin' bye. *hangs up and goes to the door, opening it*
Aye, love, a drink would be grand. *sits on the couch, looking around at the decor* This place just screams you, and it does it loudly. *smiles* Come sit and tell me what you've been up to, since they let you loose.
*goes over to the bar, pouring a scotch for you and a gin and tonic for himself* I do everythin' feckin' loudly. All eyes on me, love. *hands you the drink and sits down beside you* What have I been feckin' doin'? Gettin' me feckin' rocks off with the same bastard who sent me to feckin' rehab. The feck have you been doin'? Jude says you two are over and feckin' done with.
*takes a sip of the scotch, setting the glass on the side table* Aye, Jude and I are on the outs, and I think I've finally come to terms with the fact that I'm not getting him back, aye. But I've my eye on a couple of other gems, that I do. *sits sideways on the couch, watching you* You've been messing about with Tove, then?
Been fuckin' the producer, love, left, right, and feckin' sideways. I think my feckin' talent lies in pickin' the wrong ones, because the feckin' bastard have blow off yer lad Jonny on more than one feckin' occasion. *downs part of his drink and sets it down* Who've you got yer eye on, ye randy feckin' sod?
You've always been fond of bastards, if I remember aright. *runs his fingers up your jaw* Such a pretty thing, to be so fond of being mistreated. *sits back* I've got my eye on two things I've already had, love, but that were taken away from me a tad too early for my liking, if you get my meaning. *winks*
*laughs* Feckin' right ye are. Pretty and feckin' fond of bein' mistreated. *raises his eyebrows* The feck are you up to, love? Drink up and tell Jonny about it.
*picks up his glass and downs his drink, holding the glass out to you* Why don't you fill us both back up, my pretty lad? And maybe you can invite me to spend the night, and I can tell you all about it.
*takes your glass and gets back up, refilling the both of them and then bringing yours to you* Grand feckin' idea, love. *takes a sip and looks at you over top of his glass* Me and you never got properly feckin' aquainted, did we?
Not without cameras running, love. *downs his drink, putting the glass on the coffee table, and then takes your glass, putting it down as well* Better late than never, I say. *runs his fingertips over your jaw, leaning in to kiss you roughly*
*kisses you back, enjoying the roughness* Too feckin' right, love. *bites your lower lip* Think you showed up just in feckin' time to distract a lad from bastards.
Feckin' hell. *arches up into your hand, not really ready but quickly getting hard, blunt fingernails digging into your skin, still biting at your lower lip*
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*decides to go to Jonny's hotel, knocking softly at your door, ready to turn around and leave if there's no answer*
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