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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 14:40:47 GMT -5
Staring at him, she allowed her eyes to explore his body, feeling free to do so when he was asleep. Pleased by what she saw, shw allowed her mind to wander, ebdulging in a fantasy of him and her alone in a hotel room.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 14:42:21 GMT -5
((tee hee))
The limo was driven to a mansion further from the club. THe mansion was a white one, and very open looking despite what he seemed to be like. Jason stirred once there and led her inside, and the limo left.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 14:53:05 GMT -5
She was quiet, overwhelmed by the size of the mansion. "You live here?" she asked in disbelief.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 14:56:16 GMT -5
"Mmhm," he answered, leading her inside and up a flight of stairs to the guest room. THe guest room had a king-sized bed, a bathroom that would work as a bedroom, and a closet full of clothes. "You'll sleep here for now."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 15:00:02 GMT -5
"Oh, cool." she said quietly, unsure of what else to say. "So, how'd you get to be so rich?" she asked, figuring it was the only obvious question appropriate at the time.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
"Working," he answered and went towards the door. "If you need anything, just use that phone there, and dial star eight." He was leaving, going to his room to sleep probably.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 15:03:45 GMT -5
Following him, she decided she wouldn't let this one go. "Wait a second! What exactly do you do?"
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 15:05:32 GMT -5
"I'm in the export and the occasional import business. It's mostly export though," he answered, glad she couldn't see his face. HE was smirking darkly. By export he meant taking souls from earth to the afterlife, and import meant occasionally one was allowed life again.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 15:07:53 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow, she said, "And what exactly do you export?" He was leaving out details, important details, that most likely were dangerous.
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 15:10:58 GMT -5
"Very important things- it's sort of secret, you know?" he asked, turning to her with a serious expression. "If it was a threat to you, I'd tell you, but it's not, so I won't."
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 15:11:58 GMT -5
Doubting his words but not wanting to puch it too far, she let the subject drop. "Ok, well what can you tell me?"
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 15:14:40 GMT -5
"It's mostly export, I can only take a few breaks every year, and I'm still in training to do it right," he answered quickly. "Aren't you tired/"
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 18:36:06 GMT -5
"No." she said, a mishcevious gin flashing across her face. "Actually, you've peaked my curiosity. Who exactly ARE you? Your comment back in the bar about me not knowing who you were- what was that about?"
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Post by Milk on Mar 10, 2009 18:38:14 GMT -5
"Most people who seek me out know who I am, so I was just asking," he answered vaguely. Jason stopped as he reached his room. "I'm going to go to bed now, so if you follow me in here, anything you see is your own fault." He also had to shower.
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Post by eveangeline7 on Mar 10, 2009 18:46:02 GMT -5
She considered following him inside before reminding herself not to mix business with pleasure. "Wait," she said before he entered his bedroom. "You didn't answer my question. You never told me who you are."
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