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Jan 20, 2010 21:20

Gabriel hadn't originally planned on coming back. It was smarter to just let the experience they shared the night before be a one night thing. So why was he here? Even he wasn't sure, but he felt the need to see her, the way he hadn't needed to see anyone in a long, long time ( Read more... )

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electrocutesy January 21 2010, 06:19:13 UTC

Elle had rolled out of bed late that morning in the little squalor of her apartment--for all her cash and nice clothes and shoes and bags, her place was small, and usually a mess. She slept there, and watched TV, but that was it. It was quiet, and that's why she spent most of the time at the club. She didn't like the quiet, didn't like the time to think and remember ( ... )

specialmonster January 21 2010, 06:34:35 UTC

Gabriel sipped at his scotch, frowning slightly as he found her, finally. She was in the lap of some disgusting, fat creep who didn't deserve the time of day with her. Of course, he was aware that anyone could get the time of day with her for the right price in this place, but that was hardly the point.

What the point was, however, he wasn't sure.

So instead he kept watching her as he sipped his scotch quietly.

Once the song was over he raised his glass slightly, trying to catch her attention. He didn't even think about it before it happened.

electrocutesy January 21 2010, 06:51:07 UTC

She was grateful to slip her money into her boots and leave, even though the man had lecherously smiled at her and insisted on sticking it near her crotch first ( ... )

specialmonster January 21 2010, 07:01:41 UTC

Gabriel paused for a moment, considering his options carefully now. He could either ask for a dance here, or ask for a private one. Which would be...well, just that, private. He almost wanted the public space to ensure nothing went too far. Not that that had stopped her last night.

He took another drink of his scotch, the glass almost empty now before he finally spoke.

"How much do those private dances you mentioned last night cost?"

He figured it didn't hurt to put in an inquiry. If it was too out of his price range, he'd...figure something else out. Or pass altogether. He should pass altogether. Why he was encouraging himself this way he wasn't sure.

Besides, she was a stripper, any connection he had felt with her last night..it had just been an act, right? A lie. Women always covered themselves up in lies, why shouldn't she be any different?

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