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Post by Julia on Sept 16, 2007 22:33:58 GMT -5
Penthouse? Ha! Like she gave a shit. She placed her hands on her hips, having to think about it. Was she about to stoop herself so low as to fucking a guy in a hotel room? …Oh but the penthouse room! Oh please. She thought of a few moments, then took a defeated sigh. “What ever.” Might as well. She was leading him on, blowing off her job for the night, and getting her partners pissed off at her. She had to treat herself some time tonight.
A smile moved back on her face, stepping up against him again and giving him another kiss, but this time much simpler. “It doesn’t matter to me-” Yes it did. “-Im sure its not seedy.” Nah, she wasn’t sure. She exactly expected seedy-ness. It was probably a better idea to go to her house but she wasn’t going to bring it up.
ooc: :3 I love the name James.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 15:22:02 GMT -5
He watched her patiently, mind racing. Had he fucked this one up? If she was that much of a snob she wasn't worth it. Well, who was he kidding? She definitely was. Relief etched across his face in the form of a grin when she kissed him, the news music to his ears as he re-wrapped his arms around her. "Good. It really isn't, I've been living there and I wouldn't live in a dump. I think we've established I like.. classier things." He truly wouldn't live in anything remotely unclean. Not his style. His apartment was immaculate even if it was in the shit part of town.
Transportation. Another issue. Would she get prissy about his lack of wheels? It was the city, NO one drives. They could cab it, or walk. How to play this..? Let her decide. "It's just around the block a tas actually. Nice and close. I think this is 'lost' enough in the crowd, don't you?" He let his arms slide off again, grasping on her arm to give a small tug in the direction of the exit, giving her a mischevious look.
ooc| If I was born a boy my mum woulda named me James. Plus i like the name too. =)
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 17:46:34 GMT -5
Iiva smiled, shrugging her shoulders once. “Its fine. Really.” She was a fucking snob and proud of it. She’d be totally open about saying it to any one too. That’s what lots and lots of money came with. The only downside. “Yeah, yeah. I believe you.” Her index finger tapped his chest and had to laugh at his, well, almost bribing attitude towards her snobby one. God, it did seem like he needed more ass than she did tonight. Men were, and always would be, pathetic.
“That’s fine.” Iiva would much rather of been driven, whether it was his car or not, but she’d have to make due. Obviously this guy wasn’t as “classy” as he made himself out to be. “Lost enough for me.” She didn’t exactly care about the guy she was hitting on before’s feelings, so the whole point of going into the crowd was just to follow along. Look like she had a warm heart for people. The tug caused her to walk towards the exit, smirk on her lips.
ooc: I dont know what my mom would of named me if I was a boy. Romeo, I think.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 18:04:18 GMT -5
He glanced back at her, making his way through the dance floor and gave a small nod, look quite pleased. The club was a lot more crowded then when he'd come in, but eventually he foudn their way out, breathing in the cooler air of the outdoors. It was an overcast sort of evening, but the bright neon lights of the surrounding shops and clubs masked the sky anyways. "There." he breathed, now that they were out and away from all the noise and lights of the club, and not so crowded. "A little more privacy."
ooc| Shakespere fan? x)
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 19:35:33 GMT -5
Iiva was happy they were finally out. Sure, she liked to give her partners is crime a little taste of what was to come, but not a huge gulp of it. No way. Leaving them hanging was one of her best hobbies. They were probably freaking at this moment, looking through the whole place for her. One of them probably even broke into the girl’s bathroom right about now. A grin moved on her face thinking about the looks on their faces when they just couldn’t find her and would end up having to report it to her father. They were in deep shit. Once again. “Yes. Its much nicer out here.” She ran her fingers through her hair, slightly anxious to get this over with. Hotels just weren’t her thing, unless they were in Paris, Venice, or London.
ooc: Hm. I think she likes him, but not like, LOVES. she just likes the name a lot.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 20:01:51 GMT -5
There was more then a skip in his step, but he kept even with her pace, keeping close to her. "What are you all grins about?" he said playfully, noticing her expression as they moved along the sideawalk. They wern't that far from the building already, it was actually under a block away. He could probbaly make it out in the distance from their vantage point.
ooc| Holly shit short.
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 21:19:24 GMT -5
Her smile faded a bit. Did she look stupid grinning so much or some thing? “Oh. Just happy. Cant blame me.” She shrugged her shoulders, listening to the sound of her heels on the concrete, which was quite the annoying sound but it didn’t phase her much. While walking onside of him, her arms wrapped lazily around his collar, leaning onto him a bit. She kissed his bottom lip, but a small taste of guilt was left in her mouth. She always had a bit of regret right before this happened but she just had to get over it. “What girl wouldn’t be happy going home with the cutest guy in the whole club?” He probably wasn’t the cutest… but it was a nice compliment.
ooc: 0:
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 22:06:15 GMT -5
He rested one hand on her back and pocketed the other in his suit jacket. Keep the compliments coming hun. And the lip action. "At any rate, it looks /incredibly/ naughty. Miss flattery you." He turned his gaze away from her back to the street, only to realize they were pretty much there. Taking his hand he tilted her head in the direction of the hotel. "Voila. Chez," a moments hesitation barely noticable, "James."
It was a narrow, older building but well kept. Equiped with resturant, bar, common room and gym someplace at the back he was yet to find. The lobby was covered in a an off-white plush carpeting, forest green walls with golden crown molding. A large mahogany front desk, oversied house plants, bright sconce lighting and cushy looking furniture. Nothing over the top, but perfectly liveable for L. He shifted his weight against the door and it swung open with ease, striding casually across the lobby. A youngish lookish secretary's bored expression turned in to one of a keen interest when the pair walked in and L gave a fleeting look of acknowledgment. Nosy bitch. He'd be grilled tomorrow night no doubt.
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 22:23:59 GMT -5
“I’m just telling the truth.” Iiva said simply. Ah, she was such full of bull shit. She even lied about not lying. She stayed up close to him, leaving small kisses on his jaw. The tang of guilt finally left her, replacing excitement. She couldn’t wait for the argument with her father, partners, brothers, and her. ‘An American man, even!’ was all she could hear in her head, in Russian, from her father.
Iiva took an eye to the building but didn’t really care that much any more. It made her sound like a totally whore and she /was/ actually classier than this (What could be much classier than going home with a guy on the first night she met him? NOTHING!) so it kind of disgusted her. A nasty apartment would be better than a hotel. She noticed the lady at the counter, giving her a simple smile but then went back to a dreamy glare at L. “Not as bad as I expected.” She did expect the worst, though. Rats running around. Crack whores sitting in the corner. Smell of bodily oils and sex.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 22:45:42 GMT -5
She's be heading for the hills if she saw his apartment lobby he suspected. It was that bad. A hoemless guy liked to sit on the front steps now and then. "Ah, my room is nicer. Yeah.. it's not bad. Not quite homey but whatever." He did really miss the falling down piece os shit apartment building though.
He apprached the elevator bank and pressed the round 'up' button a few times rapidly. He didn't miss those god damn elevators, that was for sure. He took the oppurtunity while they were waiting for the lift to give her some attention, a slow kiss and a soft arm graze with the tips of his fingers. "But you know, I'm warming up to it. It's gotten a lot better with you here." Wow. The least substansial conversation he'd had in a while. How refreshing.
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 22:59:15 GMT -5
“Better than nothing.” Iiva lied. Again. This /was/ nothing in her mind. But she’d never say that. She had to be nice or he’d see the real her. Maybe it was Machiavelli, or some other weird-named-guy, that said to become popular and liked, you cant show your true self. This was the truth.
Iiva watched him hit at the button, cringing a little. Kind of seemed like a shit hole to her. She had let go of him before, and now her arms were crossed, but not out of anger or annoyance. When he did show more attention and got closer, another smile appeared and returned the kiss, a little more forceful. “Mm. You’re so hot…” She whispered, pushing him, as gently as she could, up against the elevator’s wall. Iiva could literally be an actress. Quite convincing, yeah?
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 17, 2007 23:30:41 GMT -5
Such a good actress in fact, he was vageuly reminded of a scene from a movie with that last line. He smiled through the lip locking, hands gliding over her figure. Sneaking a peak over at the front desk he realized they still had an audience, the secretary's mouth slightly agog and staring. What a show they must be putting on. But besides the whole walking around shirtless thing he wasn't that much of an exhibitionist. The sound of the elevator landing on their level was a welcomed one, and when the metal doors swung upon he was thankfully aware and didn't fall back like an idiot. He pulled in Iiva after him, but once inside did a little flip so her back was against the wall, clarification of how this was all going to work. "Sorry hun." he said in a soft voice, eyeing her. He wasn't quite as passive in private.
And hand blindly tapped on the last button on the control button and the close door one as well, having to pull away for a second to get that one right. Damn Elevator.
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Post by Julia on Sept 17, 2007 23:52:17 GMT -5
Iiva didn’t mind the attention. She liked it, actually. But it really wasn’t to show off to any one; only for fun. When the elevator doors did open, she backed away slightly so she didn’t kill him or cause him to fall over. When he flipped her around, her one eyebrow raised. Maybe that flip was meant to show he was in control, or just that he didn’t like kissing in front of other people. Which was weird, since he did so in the club. Iiva wasn’t going to over analyze it, though. Her arms rested around his neck, but right after she pulled away and smirked. “Nu-uh, not in the elevator.” Ha, what a bitchy tease.
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Post by Lindsey on Sept 18, 2007 20:03:26 GMT -5
Shit no. NOT elevators. He wouldn't have even tried it. He'd be happy to spend the least amount of time possible in here. Nevertheless he let out a disappointed little groan, retreating and resting against the side of the elevator that was perpendicular to her. "No fair." Whatever. He'd survive. Put a little distance between them for the time being, a bit of a breather. He turned to look at the monitor, numbers thankfully increasing without a hitch.
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Post by Julia on Sept 18, 2007 21:38:55 GMT -5
Iiva smiled as he backed away, her arms dropping to her sides. Then she moved them in back of her, holding the wooden railing, helping her body lean on the wall. She eyed him for a second, then glanced down at the ground, thinking about the situation. God, James/L didn’t even know what he was about to get himself into. The guilt trip already passed now, thankfully. “Very fair.” Iiva corrected, looking back up at him and giving a short laugh. “It would be pretty weird to see two people fucking behind elevator doors. And what about them?” Her finger pointed towards the little camera in the top corner of the elevator, pointing down to them.
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