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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 0:03:31 GMT -5
Iiva just smiled at him, and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I like nice guys. Guys that’ll make me happy. Who doesn’t? Looks are just an added bonus, mind you.” She wasn’t sure if he was /trying/ to get her to slip up or corner her. It sure did seem like it. That sort of pissed her off which definitely wasn’t a good idea. Here she was, getting herself in trouble just to mingle with this douche bag. And what was she getting? Attitude? Oh no. “Or maybe I don’t know what I like. No girl really does.” Iiva suddenly got slightly anxious. It was either this guy or the other one. L might be a little more complicated, which she liked. “Ohh, and im Iiva. Remember that for tonight.”
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 0:28:20 GMT -5
"Alright. Fair enough." he said simply, taking a sip of his drink. A reasonable statement, he hadn't met to many women who could so easily define what they liked in a guy. He'd have just as much of a hard time getting his finger on what he liked in a woman. Other then the obvious shallow physical crap blah blah blah.
"Why am I supposed to forget it after?" his brow quirked, but it was more of a joke than anything rude, expression showing it. "And I'm James by the way. Pleasure to meet you Iiva." He extended a hand politely, leaving it suspened in mid air for her to shake. James. Why not? Keep the lies lined up with each other. His license said it, the concierge at his hotel knew him as it.. may as well. It sounded completely odd to say that, which was half the fun. He normally didn't lie about his name of all things.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 10:20:29 GMT -5
“Not supposed to, but you can, if you want.” Iiva shrugged. She hadn’t met a man that forgot her name yet, but there was a first for every thing. Her accent and voice must have been the thing that made a mark on guy’s mind. Or ass. She wasn’t sure. “I could forget your name, so its only fair if you do the same.” It was true; she did forget guy’s names some times. Maybe she had a bad memory or maybe she didn’t care. Iiva looked down at his hand, hesitating for a second but then shook it once and let go. Her eyes quickly glanced at the Russian mob guys she was with, almost giggling at the look on their faces. They looked pissed and that’s exactly what she wanted. “You know, James, you’re gorgeous.” Her body leaned in a bit, closer but not enough. “I much rather bring you home than that guy over there.” Straight forward-ness was the best charmer. And compliments.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 10:51:13 GMT -5
He retracted his hand and let it rest on the edge of the table, not too far from the girl. "I don't intend on it. I'm pretty good with names." Mindy? Mandy? Yeah okay L wasn't really, but he doubted this one's name would slip his mind.
Whoah. No definitely not. He'd remember her for quite a while by his judgment. "Why thank you Iiva." he said calmly, ego over inflating to twice it's normal size. He'd have to keep this in mind, shove it in someone's face who told him otherwise. He wished she'd get a little closer, but accepted the fact that she was in control of this situation, so left it up to her."And I must say, you are pretty bloody brilliant yourself. So why don't you? I mean, your a mature, adult woman. Free to make your own decisions, ....change your mind. It's your prerogative to shake the guy at the bar and spend some time with me." He was going to say 'a guy like me' but he specifying seemed good.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 11:14:48 GMT -5
“That’s good to hear. I would never want a man to call me some thing other than Iiva. Unless, of course, it was a compliment.” Iiva would probably get her father’s ass on the guy if she was called the wrong name. It was insulting in her opinion.
“Its only the truth.” The truth exaggerated, that is. But she knew inflating a man’s ego was the best way to his heart. Screw food. Compliments made any one feel better. A grin moved on her face at the fact he called her a mature, adult woman. He didn’t know shit about her. She was only twenty, which was kind of amazing because she did look at least over the drinking age. “Thanks.” Iiva knew she was brilliant and didn’t need him to tell her but it was nice to be reminded. “Its not /that/ easy. Trust me.” Trust her? HA! But it was really much more complicated then just ditching that guy. She'd have to ditch her partners too.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 11:50:54 GMT -5
"Sure it is. What's so complicated?" HE had the monopoly on complicated. Murder suspect vampre ex reality show contesstant much? She certainly couldn't top that. He surveyed the club, over to the bar at the middle aged man and the blonde, then everywhere else. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he spotted some men sending seething looks in their direction, but his vision was obstructed so he lost interest quickly. Didn't mean anything to him. "I cash my chips and we go out on to the dancefloor and take it from there. Crowds are awful easy to get lost in." he explained as if this was some well laid plan he'd crafted weeks ago. "Simple. Innocent enough."
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 12:28:57 GMT -5
“Hm..” Iiva leaned back, away from him, thinking about it for a second. He did make it sound pretty damn easy. He was right. Crowds were easy to get lost in, but not /that/ easy. The guy that she was buttering up before wasn’t even a threat any more. What was he to do if he saw Iiva with another man? Nothing. She knew he didn’t have the balls to come up to her and say some thing to her and “James”. “Babe, you’re a good persuader, I will say. I guess it wouldn’t hurt any one, huh?” It would probably hurt /him/ in the end but that wasn’t on Iiva’s mind. She stepped away from the bar, excepting the fact that she was probably in deep shit with her father now. Hopefully he wouldn’t find out.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 12:52:07 GMT -5
"Of course." he said with a smile, swiping up his handful of chips and cupping them in one hand. He'd be a good boy, fully fed and calm. Iiva didn't have anything to worry about that way. And damn right he was persusive, when he was in the right mood. When he was pissed off that all vanished in seconds.
He slid off his stool in one swift motion, extending an arm for her to hook on. How swuave, eyes with a devious sparkle. "Shall we?" He really didn't want to take the detour over to the cashier, but he wasn't about to leave a grand or so just sitting on the felt. He wasn't THAT loose with his money. It's not like he had a job or anything.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 13:06:29 GMT -5
Iiva grinned down at his arm, hers wrapping around his and looking up at him. “Aren’t you smooth?” She didn’t exactly believe he was this polite to every girl he met. He didn’t seem like this with that blonde. But then again, if she was him, she’d probably push that piece of trash away too. Iiva never liked those blondes.
She followed besides him, eyes trying to look at her partner’s faces without seeming too obvious. One was rubbing his forehead, the other just took a huge sip of his glass of whiskey. “How’d you seem to pick up a blonde like that? You deserve a much less trashier woman than her.” Iiva looked back up at him and smiled.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 13:30:48 GMT -5
L grinned when she took his arm, keeping her close but not overly so. "It comes naturally." he said breezily, walking past the rows and rows of slot machines over to the desk to dump off these chips. "You make the mistake of thinking /I/ approached HER. Women are just flocking to me tonight. I think I see a pattern." he laughed, looking down and meeting her gaze. Dark haired girls really did resent their fairer hair competition, or so he noticed. An unsaid rivalry of sorts. He couldn't say he prefered one over the other, knowing equally attractive women from opposite ends of the hair colour spectrum. "I know I do. I've got you on my arm now don't I?"
They approached the the cash which was thankfully without a line. Placing the chips on the ceramic tile with a loud clank L proceeded to exchange the chips for cash, a over-long and somewhat mundane process.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 14:08:19 GMT -5
“Yeah, I bet.” Iiva said, grin on her face, her voice having a small sarcastic hint into it. She was only teasing him, of course. As they walked through the many slot machines and men and women, she couldn’t help but eye some of the guys up. If she was going to go all “screw-daddy’s-orders”, she wanted to do it with some one worth it. Ditching L, or, I mean, James would be quite hilarious in Iiva’s mind. “Then im glad im the one besides you. Lucky girl, I am.” More that /he/ was a lucky boy. No guy looked better than him tonight. “Exactly.”
When they were at the chips exchange place thing, Iiva turned around impatiently, letting go of L’s arm and crossing her own under her chest. “One second. Im going to go freshen up.” She gave him a quick wink and walked away, into the crowd. In a few minutes, Iiva and her business men were outside together. The three of them were talking in Russian, about the whole switch-a-roo she did on them. They did not seem happy. But Iiva didn’t care. They all walked back in, at different times, just in case, and Iiva arrived back at L’s side. “Back.” She didnt seem as happy and cheery as before, a little upset over the whole thing.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 14:29:20 GMT -5
"I think I'm the luckier one actually." he said with a smirk, letting his eyes drop on her form when he looked away from the cashier. He gave her short nod and a smile when she winked at him the went off to the ladies room or wherever she was going. She looked equally as good from behind. Damn.
He was just finishing up when she returned, wallet a lot thicker and chips off his hands. He noted a slight shift in her mood, but couldn't honestly say that he cared too much. "Perfect timing. That took a helluva lot longer than I'dve thought. Now.. where were we again?" As though he'd forgotten is mastermind plan in the moments it had taken to cash out.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 14:59:37 GMT -5
“Sorry. You must sacrifice time for beauty.” Iiva ran her fingers through her chocolate hair, straightening out any loose ends, even if there was none. She moving up against him impatiently, but this time, she was definitely close enough and more. Her index fingers hooked on his pant’s belt loops, pulling on them a bit with a mischievous smirk on her face. “Now we’re supposedly about to get ‘lost’ in a crowd in the middle of the dance floor.” Her lips moved closer to his, about to kiss him but then pulled away, unhooking her fingers and lead the way to the crowd. Aww, what a tease.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 16, 2007 15:24:20 GMT -5
White flags went up in his mind. Beware. Back up. No good. The type of girl to avoid at all costs but was impossible to ignore. He was too much of a man whore to have a voice of reason about these things.
"Right, how could I forget?" he said with a stupid crooked grin, watching her movements carefully. He let out a deflated breath when she pulled away, following her obediantly like a small child. It would be a safe statement to say he was wrapped around her pinkie finger at this point, he wouldn't repute it adamently either.
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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 15:43:50 GMT -5
Iiva was loving this. He was really like some kind of puppy. She definitely held the leash at the moment. “Do you dance or are you one of those guys that just stands there?” She asked once they were in a not-so-crowded spot, having to say it slightly over the music. Iiva used to suck at dancing when she was young and awkward, but now with her job, she just has to be good at it. Being a mobster wasn’t as easy as most people thought. "Either one is fine with me. You're cute enough for either." All she really wanted to do was bring him home with her and piss her family off but she would be patient.
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