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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Jan 23, 2014 5:38:06 GMT
The hours had dragged on, and with the night coming to a close, it was almost time to go home. Only a few people remained in the club, herself and her uncle, the last of the dancers as they socialized. It was no surprise that she was tired. She yawned, polishing the last of the glasses and putting them back up, only the best for the Ambrose Clientele. Phoenix smiled softly as she pushed her hair behind her ears, straightening out her outfit. She heard someone approach the bar, glancing up to see one of the more popular dancers coming towards her.
"Your boy toy's at the door. Want me to let him in as I'm coming out?" She questioned. Phoenix frowned slightly, then nodded. She followed the dancer out, opening the door to let Bjorn in, shaking her head at him. "It's almost four in the morning. What are you doing out so late?" She scolded, though she pulled him into the club, waving to the dancer that was leaving, then closed and locked the door before turning to scowl at her boyfriend. "Can I get an explanation please?"
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Post by BJORN FALK on Jan 23, 2014 6:12:23 GMT
Sleep didn’t come for the red haired teen who was craving it more than a junkie did his drugs. No matter how much laid in bed with his eyes clothes, he just couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was racing. In the past few weeks, he had noticed a subtle change in his sister. Sonja seemed troubled by something. He had a bad feeling about it. Bjorn was worried sick about his twin, but didn’t have the nerve to ask her what was wrong. After hours of lying awake, he lifted himself from his bed. He threw on a sweater and some pants before sneaking out the window into the night. If he wasn’t going to sleep, his time was better spent with his girlfriend. He didn’t realize it was so late until he arrived in front of the club and was promptly let in by her. “Damn, is it that late? I had trouble sleeping so I figured I’d come see you.”PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Jan 23, 2014 16:09:45 GMT
Phoenix stood with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked the red-head up and down. She really couldn't be mad at him, to be honest. She normally couldn't sleep, either, and took a walk almost every morning, with a nap later in the day. The purplette let out a sigh, then waved him into the club, heading back to the bar. She had to finish with the glasses, then help her uncle with the paperwork and checks. She hadn't planned on working so late. Actually, her uncle had told her to go sleep earlier in the night, but Phoenix was ever stubborn.
"And you just thought it would be a good idea to visit me at four am?" She said with a chuckle. Not that she was complaining. If Bjorn wasn't home, his parents knew he was with either her or Indiana. And since she didn't think her boyfriend would be sneaking into his friends house this late, it was only good to assume that Bjorn had dropped to her place. "You are so lucky you don't have school tomorrow. Otherwise, you'd be sent home" She commented, hopping back behind the counter. While the rest of the girls had already changed, Phoenix was still in her outfit, a shirt black dress that defined her curves and barely covered her thighs. Yeah, it was a perfect choice when you worked at a strip club.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Jan 24, 2014 1:09:14 GMT
The shirt dress hugging his girlfriend’s curves drew his eyes up then down at skin it exposed. She had nice legs and even nicer… erm, shoulders. Yeah, shoulders. He forced his eyes up at her face, hoping she hadn’t noticed his straying eyes. She couldn’t be mad as long as he was staring at her right? A light tinge of red colored his cheeks for a moment as he realized she was looking him over too. When she finally spoke, he grinned. “Seemed like a good idea. It still does.” She didn’t seem to mind that he paid a visit at such an outrageous hour. “You would really send me home?” He pouted mockingly. “Me? Your ever loving boyfriend? I think I am hurt.” PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Jan 24, 2014 1:23:19 GMT
Phoenix rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's overly dramatic comments. "If it was a school night, then yes. You need to sleep to go to school" She scolded him. Her attention returned to the glasses she was polishing, though she did lean over the bar and peck him on the cheek. "You didn't cause trouble on your way over, right?" She questioned, brow raising slightly.
It was at that time that her uncle decided to make an appearance, the older gentleman raising a brow at his niece as he noticed Bjorn there, though he didn't say anything as he walked out, waving to Phoenix. She smiled sheepishly before looking at Bjorn. "Guess I'm off the hook with you being over" Phoenix said with a chuckle before hoping up on the bar and sitting on top, energy drink in hand.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Jan 25, 2014 7:23:54 GMT
“No one really needs school,” Bjorin remarked. “Besides, I sleep in class whether I sleep or stay up all night.” With a shrug of his shoulders, he slumped over the bar counter with his hand cupping his cheek. “If they didn’t talk in a monotone than maybe I could actually stay awake but, no, they insist on being boring.” She was probably right though. It might actually be easier to stay awake if he slept. “Who needs sleep anyways?”Bjorn traced his fingers over a particular grove in the counter top. “I don’t think I did. I was careful. No trouble tonight. I think.” It was hard to keep a straight face when he wanted to proudly wear his usual smirk. Of course, he went a little docile when her uncle came into the room and his eye rested on him. But he neither spoke nor spared more than two seconds looking his way. “Does that mean I can spend the night then?” PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Jan 25, 2014 21:56:11 GMT
Phoenix rolled her eyes. She'd always liked school, always wanted to go back. But, she didn't have the money at the moment. In the next couple years, maybe, but at the moment, she was saving. Her uncle had offered to pay for her to go to university, but she didn't like taking charity, even if it was from her uncle who, up until her last birthday, had custody of the girl. Now that it was just her and the last of the dancers, along with Bjorn. And as soon as the dancers left, it would be time to lock up the club.
"Don't sleep in class. I never really listened, just copied notes and listened to music. I have an extra iPod lying around somewhere if you want?" She asked him as she took a sip of her drink. Her head turned as she heard voices, smiling as she saw the late night crew walking out. She walked to them, then followed after once they were out the door, locking the club up. She moved back towards Bjorn, head tilted to the side slightly. "Considering I just locked the door, yes that means you can spend the night" Phoenix said. She moved through the bar area, into to back room and up the stairs towards the office.
There were two doors on the second level. One lead to her uncle's office, the other lead to her small flat over the club. She turned towards Bjorn as she unlocked the door. "Excuse the mess. I've been in and out of here a lot lately and haven't had the time to clean" She commented, giving her boyfriend a sheepish smile. Phoenix walked inside, putting her keys on the table by the door, then dropping her tips in the jar next to her keys. It hadn't been a very good night for tips, unfortunately. "And, by the way, I need sleep. I didn't sleep any last night, so sleep would be nice" She said with a yawn. Actually, Phoenix didn't sleep very often, so saying she needed sleep was stretching it a bit. But, if Bjorn heard that, maybe he would sleep?
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Post by BJORN FALK on Jan 28, 2014 5:55:30 GMT
Bjorn was capable of a lot, just like his sister. He just never bothered the try. School was boring and tedious, never able to capture his attention for long. He managed to keep his grades up, but he could probably do better if he put some effort into it. His parents often scolded him for bringing home bad report card after bad report card, telling him to be more like his eldest brother. As if that was a motivator! Nonetheless, school was something important to his girlfriend. His nonchalance about it has elicited a reaction from her. She scolded him lightly and he frowned for a moment then cheered up. “I’ll give that a try. Thanks.” He grinned. His grin widened to bare more of his teeth as she spoke on. “Good, I didn’t plan to leave any time soon.” He followed her up to her bedroom. The state of the room didn’t bother him. Bjorn could care less. His room was significantly worse. The red haired teen couldn’t even remember the last time he cleaned his. “Don’t worry. You’d feel better if you saw my room.” He chuckled, throwing his arm around her waist. He pressed his lips to her cheek. “All right, I won’t try anything funny tonight.”PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Feb 7, 2014 2:25:28 GMT
Phoenix nodded towards him, trying to tidy up her apartment. She could only hope that some cleaning fairy would appear while she was sleeping or working. She sighed softly before rubbing the back of her neck. It really was embarrassing to have her apartment messy like this. Her eyes moved back towards Bjorn after a moment. "If you need any other music on it, my uncle can get free music." She commented. Now that the club was all closed and the bar all cleaned, the purplette was exhausted. Her whole body felt like mush, to be honest. But, she had to give Bjorn some entertainment before she slept. Or attempted to sleep.
She smiled at his comment, laughing under her breath to herself. Pulling off her corsett, the teen collapsed onto her chair, stretching out her body and draping her arms over the arms. Of course, unlike her coworkers, Phoenix wore more clothes underneath her revealing clothes. In the dark, no one would see the skin-tight, flesh-colored tank top she wore. And with the shorts she wore, you'd think she wasn't wearing anything but what was on her legs. Her uncle wouldn't let her work without the added clothing, and until she hit the age of twenty-one, she had to follow her rules, per her parents' will.
"Don't suppose you could cook, right? My uncle completely stocked my fridge the other night" Phoenix said, giving him a sleepy smile.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Feb 14, 2014 0:20:47 GMT
If he wasn’t always in school during the day, Bjorn was sure he’s sneak in to clean up his girlfriend’s room. She was always working so hard. He admired her, though he would never voice it. That would be way too embarrassing. He had a reputation to uphold. “Oh thanks!” He beamed. “I’d appreciate that.” Bjorn looped an arm around her and used his weight to bring her down on the bed with him. “You know, you’re the best girlfriend a guy could ask for.” He kissed her cheek, grinning. She was beautiful, smart, funny and kind. “Lay down for now and I’ll make us something to eat. I often have to make food for Sonja so just tell me what you like.”PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Feb 14, 2014 4:30:16 GMT
Phoenix wasn't expecting him to pick her up, nor lay her down on the bed. She wasn't planning on sleeping any time soon, but her bed was rather comfortable. She curled up right against him, stealing his arm for a pillow for a moment. She smiled as he kissed her cheek, looking up at him. "Hey, I do what I can" She said, shrugging a bit awkwardly at the angle she was at. "You give me too much credit, really. I just aim to please" It was really a motto the whole crew of Ambrose followed, but Phoenix lived to do every day.
"You know what I like. Anything in the fridge you want to cook, and I'll eat" She said with a smile. As soon as he was out of the room, though, she moved from the bed. Grabbing the see-through bed clothes she had hidden in the back of her closet, she snuck quietly to the bathroom, dropping her dirty clothes to the ground, then, as quietly as she could, moved past the kitchen, then back to her bed, crawling underneath the covers, and pulling the blanket up to her neck, so nothing but her head could be seen when Bjorn returned.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Apr 9, 2014 3:22:01 GMT
Her body fit snuggly against his. She was warm and the bed was comfortable, more so with her pressed up against him. He didn’t want to move from that spot. “You're just being modest.” He mumbled into her hair. “You’re so incredible. I don’t even know how I got lucky enough to be called your boyfriend.” Bjorn forced himself up and too the kitchen. He would make something quick and easy so he could go back to laying with her, enveloped in her fragrance and warmth. The red haired teen opened the fridge, pulled out a few things and set to work on a meal for his girlfriend. He returned thereafter with a plate and a glass of juice. “Are you cold?” He asked, noting the covered concealing her form. PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Apr 9, 2014 4:29:22 GMT
phoenix had to shrug her shoulders slightly at him. it wasn't like she was that amazing. she did what she had to do to get by, which meant that she did what she did because of that. a soft smile came over phoenix's features at him as she leaned up, kissing his cheek. bjorn always made her feel safe, safer than she already felt in her own home, but the redhead made her feel much more secure. especially when they were both on the bed. as she watched him return with the plate of food, she nearly threw off her blanket, revealing her outfit for the sheer fact that her stomach was grumbling like no tomorrow, but she refrained. instead, she answered his question.
"i'm always cold, love. and my blankets are cold, too. why don't you come help warm them up?" the purplette asked, head tilted to the side slightly. he scooted to the side of the bed, patting the other side of it underneath the blankets. a smirk crossed over her features, as she attempted to keep her stomach from growling too loudly.
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Post by BJORN FALK on Apr 10, 2014 5:46:17 GMT
His face split in a large grin at her invitation. She was cold, huh? He had no problems warming her up. Carefully, he crawled into the bed with the plate of food balanced in once hand. He handed it off to her as he made himself comfortable beside her. “I’ll keep you warm, babe.” “Why don’t you eat first?” He didn’t want the food to get cold. Food was always better while it was still warm. “You work hard all night. You don’t have to worry about making me happy on top of everything.” With his free hand, he twisted a strand of her hair between his fingers. PHOENIX AMBROSE |
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Post by PHOENIX AMBROSE on Apr 16, 2014 4:01:12 GMT
Her whole body was wiggling about as he came closer. Oh, what a surprise he would get when she pulled the covers off. But then he mentioned eating first, and she blinked. She was hungry, but she also wanted to cuddle with Bjorn. It'd been awhile since he'd spent the night with her. "All I want is to cuddle with you, Bjorn. My whole body hurts from standing all day, but I can eat just for you since you worked so hard on it" Phoenix said with a smile, reaching up and kissing his cheek.
She'd never been a delicate girl, but with the red-head, he always made her feel that way. She worked for everything she had, and never really thought about how it affected her. As she ate slowly, she listened to him, a soft smile on the purplette's features. "I work hard so I have a place to call home, and somewhere I can have you alone" She said with a smile.
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