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yosafbridge) wrote2009-11-08 02:29 am
yosafbridge) wrote2009-11-08 02:29 am
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OOM: Upstairs.
And here she'd thought the night wasn't going to be interesting.
Her room is much of the same as it's always been, though she's taken the time to do a little redecorating. Not only that, but there are a few new additions. Trophies, she likes to call them, or rewards for a job well-done - at least, until she can find someone willing to shell out enough to take it off her hands.
The bottle in her hands - well, she might be willing to give that up for a few.
She nudges the door shut behind them, taking a swig straight from the now-opened bottle before she even hears the sound of it clicking shut.
Her room is much of the same as it's always been, though she's taken the time to do a little redecorating. Not only that, but there are a few new additions. Trophies, she likes to call them, or rewards for a job well-done - at least, until she can find someone willing to shell out enough to take it off her hands.
The bottle in her hands - well, she might be willing to give that up for a few.
She nudges the door shut behind them, taking a swig straight from the now-opened bottle before she even hears the sound of it clicking shut.
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"Guess I got lucky."
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She utters the words softly against his mouth, then leans in to lick along his mouth, seeking out remnants of the liquor, before she disappears through the doorway. A moment later, there's the sound of running water.
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It's only a moment before he follows her in, not bothering to close the door behind him.