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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2013 22:43:20 GMT
Sid could pop every vertebrae in her spine. She demonstrated, got a chorus of laughs, and laughed herself. The sound was rich, like her wallet. Maybe it was stupid to lounge like this - feet on top of the sleek, wooden bartop - and throw her spoils around so carelessly. So the saying goes: live while you're young. That's what Sidnee believed, anyway.
She'd paint them super, fanciful stories of where this cash came from. Weaving it together like a complicated tapestry, she would use a little slight of hand, a metaphor here, to distract their eyes while she skipped a spot. While she weaved in a lie, missed a truth, injected this with hyperbole and chopped off her criminal activity. Merely a saint, oi, that's what she was. Merely some fallen, Italian angel who spoke more like she was scraped off of Boston bricks. Judge her all you wanted, but she bought the entire bar a round.
"Drink for my good fortune. Kiss the toe of my boot." Her elegant, alligator skin pumps. The toes were pointed, like a witch's. She giggled agan. If Sid had anything like sex appeal, it was in her forwardness and confidence. Being coy and beautiful didn't suit her - she was rough around the edges, and her allure was in the way she stuff herself into something like drunken elegance. | [attr="class","ssslip"]  [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 0:26:55 GMT
He'd reckoned there was something not quite right. Something not quite right about the woman and the tale she wove, that wrapped around the listeners as if about to smother and throttle, only to pat them on the head and put a drink into their hands.
Raul took a swig of his own drink, feeling the satisfying burn at the back of his throat, scorching the train of thought to the wick. He realized that he didn't really care, and that the lovely legs propped up on the bar were more interesting than anything she had to say. Unless she was going to give a very specific reply to a very specific question.
He slid into the seat beside her, flashed her a grin. "You're really something." Something he'd take home.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 0:38:13 GMT
She lounged like she had all the time in the world, teetering on the backless barstool. A bite. Don't mind if I do, and she bit her lips and swished around her cocktail glass, martini glass, something she couldn't grasp the name of. Well, it wasn't a snifter. She was more comfortable with scotch, like the kind she pilfered with the dimwitted criminal back in the day.
Or was it last week?
"Tell me something I don't know," she said with a perfect smile. Sid made the slurring sound like an exotic accent, as fragrant as her exposed neck line and as alluring as her thick eyelashes. Speaking of which, Sidnee grazed the fingers of her freehand down her collarbone. Hey, look here. "Did you like the story?" No wait, look up here. She laughed at some joke she had with herself. Look wherever, I'm here to entertain. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 15:00:35 GMT
Whether she guided them or not, his eyes wandered. Her eyes sparkled with drunken mirth, yes, but he didn't hold them for long. Even the prettiest of faces couldn't keep his attention.
"I did." His gaze sauntered back upwards at a leisurely pace before he answered, meeting her eyes. "I'd like to hear more. You sound like someone with a lot of stories." He quirked a brow before his attention switched back to his drink, still watching the blonde blur in the corner of his vision as he drained the glass.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 20:00:57 GMT
Sid narrowed her eyes as he finished his drink, and looked him up and down. His edges blurred. "'M Sid," she said off handedly, and took her hands off the bartop to pull a flask out of her outlandish purse. The flask itself was outlandish - it was probably once a plain, metal one but now it was bejeweled beyond definition. And the gems twinkled in a way that suggested they weren't your average rhinestones.
She poured it into her glass, the darker color of whatever liquor it was (probably a mix of malt whiskey and something even stranger) clouded her martini glass. "The best liquor is the kind you don't pay for." Sid sounded like she wasn't even talking to him - she was talking to no one in particular, not even herself. Maybe she hadn't said anything at all.
Sidnee licked her lips and offered the flask to him.
"My stories would make the brothers Grimm blush." She winked, and took an immodest gulp of her own drink. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 21:20:54 GMT
"Raul." He said in turn, before he polished off his drink. Normally he picked up chicks by saying he was a cop. This didn't seem like it would work with her – Sid – and the feeling became a certainty when she pulled a flask from her purse. She had enough money to buy a round for the bar, but she brought her own drink, in a flask that looked like it could buy the whole bar.
There was a bit of skepticism in his gaze when she offered, but he was drunk and she was hot and he took the flask from her and nodded as if her point was fair enough. "Then I need not bother buying you one."
He wasn't on duty anyways.
He tipped back the flask, and nearly choked. More out of surprise than anything. He didn't know what to expect, and he didn't quite know what it was even once he'd gotten a taste; but whatever she was drinking, she wasn't kidding around.
"Well, now I can't not want to know all about it." Even he wasn't sure what he meant by this. I want to sleep with you. That's what he meant.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 3:51:09 GMT
She chuckled, watching him choke. She drank some more of her own drink, sour in her mouth after some homemade bar tending.
"Well," she said, picking her hand and turning it over to look at her ostentatious rings and bracelets. Sid placed it under her chin, framing her face. "Whats in it for me?" She winked. "Stories don't come for free." | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 0:31:05 GMT
He swished the contents of the flask around, lifted it up to smell the pungent brew. That was the moral here; sniff before you drink, think before you speak. He took another sip, slumping a bit, relaxing a bit.
"You're the lady here," He used the word lady here very loosely and literally. Raul's eyes followed the twinkle of her rings, the curve of her arm, downwards to the curve of her hips. "Tell me what you'd like." She didn't want drinks or money, she didn't need drinks or money. "I'm sure we can settle on something."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2013 23:58:44 GMT
Pleased with the answer, she snatched the flask from her hand and popped it back in her purse. She threw back her drink and stood up. "Let's seal the deal then, shall we?"
With her expensive taste his apartment was drab, obviously, but Sid didn't mind. Afterwards, a bit disappointed, she lolled out of bed and wiggled into her underwear before picking up Raul's pants. With a drunken yawn, she started rifling through the pockets of her pants.
Kelpto that she was, she couldn't help it. She was like a glutton stopping for a little snack. She pulled out his wallet with a devious grin, but there was something else with it. Maybe a separate, small clip for credit cards or ID's? Curious, she pulled it open. The glint of the badge was not what she had been expecting.
"Oh, fucking Christ!" for once in a very long time, Sidnee's Italian accent slipped out. Her "i" sounded harsh, and she threw her hands up in the air. Waking Raul up was more of a goal than an avoidance at this point. She whirled around and chucked the badge at his head but kept the wallet in her hands. Her coordination wasn't on point at all, and she missed. "You're a fucking nark, fuck," again, the words were harsh but seemed alien with her more elegant (but angrier) inflection. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 23:32:10 GMT
Sid took the flask, and he took her home. It was easy and unattached and unimpressive (on his part, at least). She was out of bed, he could hear her moving about but didn't care to see what she was up to, until she commanded his attention with a shout.
With a groan he sat up, leaning on an elbow. Something whizzed past his head and thumped against the headboard, wedging between it and the mattress. He was in no hurry to retrieve it, and Raul just squinted at Sid with a languid grin.
He hadn't thought it anything worth mentioning. If he didn't need to play sexy cop to get her in bed, it wasn't worth mentioning.
"Don't tell me you're a minor." Was all he said, before he twisted to fish out the badge. Sid still had the rest of his wallet, and he turned back with a hand held out. There wasn't anything valuable in there.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 22:37:24 GMT
Sid curled her upper lip. She didn't like that he was taking her so lightly. She was used to being underestimated, but not taken so lightly.
With a look of distaste she thumbed through the wallet, only finding two singles. She furrowed her brow and stuff the bills in her bra before tossing the wallet to him. Sidnee tucked her hair behind her ear, and put a hand on her jutted hip. "Baby, if I were, that'd be the least of your problems." | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 1:39:23 GMT
His head pounded faintly, slightly. She seemed irritated, but Raul just shrugged. He had gotten what he wanted already, though he protested when she pocketed the bills. "Oi," He caught the wallet, with a bit of fumbling before he found his grip. "Am I gonna have to get those back myself?"
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, running a hand through his hair. He sighed, then said, rather grudgingly. "What's wrong?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 2:11:15 GMT
"You're not getting them back at all," she said, turning her nose up and crossing her arms over her bare midriff. This was the way she operated. "After that lousy performance this is just for severance."
She smiled wickedly. Sid liked that he was in the dark now - she had some kind of upperhand. There was a sick delight to it. "You should research a bit more before you hop in bed with the first floozy who looks your way." Sid leaned to pick up her tight leather shorts, shimmied into them and grabbed her blouse. As she buttoned it, "They might have claws." Her voice sounded noncommittal, like she was commenting on the weather.
When she felt clothed, after she'd hooked her alligator flats around her ankles, she chuckled. Sid waved her hand in the air, over the whole of him. "All that. That's what's wrong." She shrugged. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2013 3:34:21 GMT
"Severance." He repeated, the word dropping from his tongue like it was weighted. It wasn't much money she'd taken, but he was still indignant "Wouldn't that make this prostitution?" He pointed out, just watching, slightly mournfully, as Sid dressed. He didn't bother to put on any of his clothes, strewn on the floor by the bed, his pants by her feet.
Raul heaved a sigh, not sure if this constituted as being robbed or threatened or what this had dissolved into. She clearly didn’t like cops, and he clearly didn't give a shit if she was a criminal or not.
"It wasn't that bad." He said. "For me." As an afterthought – actually, he didn't really care how it had been for her; he wouldn't be opposed to another try, if she was so terrible unimpressed.
"Aw come on, everyone loves a man in uniform." It was a sort of half-assed call after her. Sid was interesting, but he wasn't going to grab her by the leg and beg her to stay.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 14:39:14 GMT
Prostitution? Please. That took all the fun out of the chase.
He was making a compelling argument, and that really only meant that Sidnee was more bored than anything and so far he'd been a good game changer. She licked her lips. "Of course not," she said indignantly. Her opinion of herself was high enough to do so.
"I prefer them without," she said, raising an eyebrow. Sid's libido was very compromising in situations like this. | [attr="class","ssslip"] [attr="class","tttrepid"]@raul |
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