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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 18:46:51 GMT -6
"Shows how much you know about operating a brothel," she shot back, a small smile on her lips. "Brothels are open at night. That's when traffic is the heaviest," she said, laughing lightly. "And this little military girl actually does her work and doesn't complain about it."
She shifted slightly, tugging her hair out of her ponytail as it dropped around her shoulders in tousseled waves. Her hair reached her waist when it was down and she ran a hand through it, pulling it back up and collecting it back up, making sure she had all the wayward strands before tying it back up in a ponytail, letting it spill down her back.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 18:56:41 GMT -6
“Well, you can take a night off,” Alexandre suggested. “No reason for you to force yourself into the mold of the surface world. No reason for you to allow the grays to overtake you. You need a bit more color in your life, Asher. Everyone does, and since you are down here, you should really take some time to enjoy the sights.”
The king of colour flashed a charming smile toward the military girl. “I assure you that if you spend time with me, you will have the most fun of your life. I guarantee you that one.”
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 19:04:46 GMT -6
"I've got a murderous transsexual in my employment, a brothel under surveillance, and you want me to do what? Sit around and listen to music?" she asked, her tone amused as she shook her head, sending her hair over her shoulders.
She flashed him her own version of a charming smile, with just a hint of seduction in it, showing she wasn't moved by it and if he wanted her, he'd have to work a bit harder. "And I could say the same to you about giving you the most amazing sex of your life," she said, her voice dropping to land a more seductive tone as she turned to face him, one hand trailing down his cheek as she leaned in like she was going to kiss him.
Pausing for a moment there, she seemed to hover above his lips before pulling away with a flirty little grin on her lips. "But of course, that's only if you think you can last," she said.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 19:49:19 GMT -6
“Why must everything be so sexual with you people?” Alexandre asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “I have said nothing about me getting into your pants, but it goes there. I simply wanted to take you dancing and make sure you have a little bit of fun that didn’t deal with sex.”
The colour rebel looked away from Asher, letting out a sigh. “You people are ridiculous,” he said with a smiling flashing over his lips. “If I wanted you, I would have already gotten you, Asher.”
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 22:50:07 GMT -6
"So sure of yourself," she said with a dismissive shrug. "I own the brothel, what the hell else do you expect me to do? If I can fuck it or shoot it, then I tend to leave well enough alone," she said before shaking her head in silent amusement.
"Anyways, that's another matter for another time," Asher said as she rose from her seat, stretching her arms over her head. "I should get back before anyone starts questioning why I've been gone so long."
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 23:14:41 GMT -6
Alexandre stood up as well, hooking Asher’s arm into his. “No one will question it for now. You have not been gone for too longer. One dance will not keep you much longer either. Come on, I’ll take you off to the dance floor and giving you a good spin, Asher.”
The king of colour was going to make this military girl have a dance with him no matter how much she protested. He wanted to see her on the dance floor. He wanted to see how well her body would take to the beat of the music.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 23:27:48 GMT -6
Asher was startled by his suddenness and moved to pull away instinctively before she checked the reflex. She sighed and shook her head, knowing he was going to get his way, whether she liked it or not and decided that this was a battle not worth fighting.
"So you're going to take me there while I'm armed?" she asked, amused. "Or would you rather I leave my weapons behind," she pointed out, seeing as they were resting on her hips. She hadn't said if she'd ever danced before or not, he was assuming she hadn't.
It had been one of those rebellious phases where she had learned a bit of dancing, but that had been a while ago, so she was content to let him lead her around for the time being. As long as she was topside before nightfall, then she would be okay.
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Post by Alexandre Lioncourt on Oct 24, 2009 23:45:50 GMT -6
“Whatever works best for you,” Alexandre said with a smile as he turned and looked to Asher. “As long as you are coming with me to go dance, I will be happy either way. So, you can put them where you please and I shall be dragging you down to the dance floor.”
The colour rebel would wait patiently. He was getting his way so he could not complain anymore. Asher was coming with him to dance a bit, which was what he really wanted to see.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Oct 24, 2009 23:51:36 GMT -6
Asher shook her head in amusement before stripping off the gun and knife, setting them down with a wry quirk of her lips. The gun wasn't registered so she wasn't worried about losing it or anything and the knives were easily replaceable. She ran a hand through the tail of her ponytail before turning back to face Alexandre.
"Let's get this over with so you don't pull a Celine-worthy performance on me," she teased, her lips quirking up in a smile as she teased him.
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