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[arclightblast]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Carmen, Candice Wilmer
Summary: Back in the city and off the clock, Carmen and Candice decide to have a little fun.
Status: In progress...
Semi-open, ask first

Her thick, dark hair combed into a messy fauxhawk, Carmen tapped her stilettos absently on the pavement. The pulsing beat from inside the club was becoming more and

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[misschimera]

"No, but I'm sure it'll happen," she sighed, unable to shake the guilt that accompanied every step.

It wasn't like she wasn't being faithful by going into a club. But she'd come to New York for work. Playing babysitter for Thompson was not work, it was boring. Trying to ignore the beat of the music as they neared the club, Candice had a hard time believing it.

"An hour and then I'm out," she repeated for the umpteenth time that evening, more for herself than Carmen. "I mean it."

[arclightblast]

Smudging her dark, heavy eyeliner, Carmen blew out a thin stream of smoke, rolling her eyes.

"An hour and you're out. Yeah, yeah. You need to lighten up, chica. Wouldn't kill you to have a few drinks and flirt with some losers."

She wrinkled her nose. "You could at least slut up the appearence a bit."

[misschimera]

Rolling her eyes, Candice nevertheless took the comment to heart. She hadn't allowed herself to feel relaxed in weeks and even if her every thought was to get back to Texas, she did need to unwind. There was only so much concern a man could take after all.

She arched an eyebrow, shifting her suit to a leather miniskirt and top with knee-high boots. "This suit you better?" If Dominatrix was Carmen's poison, this outfit should be right up her alley.

[arclightblast]

Carmen bared her teeth in a grin, reaching over and tracing a fingernail over Candice's bust line, raising her cigarette to her crimson lips.

"Sexy."

[misschimera]

"Spare me," she smirked, batting the hand away. Like any woman, Candice had her kinks. Being felt up in front of a club bustling with people by a co-worker - even one who looked like Carmen - wasn't one of them.

"What will Thompson do without you tonight?" she asked coyly as they cut in line. If she was going to stay an hour, she wasn't going to spend it queuing up.