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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 1:45 pm
Lumiere had a headache. She wasn't going to advertise it by raising her hand to massage her sore temples though, offering a slight smile to the male beside her. She glanced across the table, discreetly, to see her co-worker coyly taking a drink from another, his hand wrapped around her shoulder in an overly familiar gesture. Not much later, the male next to her was attempting to do the same to the model, his warm hand wrapping around her waist.
She send an offending glare to her friend who happened to glance her way with a silent promise: Do not even attempt to make me come here again. Bring some other model next time. By this point, the male had the audacity to lean in to whisper to Lumiere. Hat horribly inappropriate and lucid husky tone-- Lumiere simply couldn't put up with it anymore. She stood up, sitting on the outer edge of the table, forcing the male to let go.
"I'm not some inexpensive harlot nor will I sit here to debase myself." Her tone was acrid and her posture icy as she slapped his hand away. No doubt, she made the atmosphere uncomfortable and awkward. But it had already been so with the inappropriate remarks and moves that the males were already doing. Without another word, she picked up her bag to exit the bar. She was locking the door softly behind her, pulling down her hat to disguise herself, tucking her blue hair under the large hat.
Time to exit this den of debauchery.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 1:31 pm
Petalite was out searching for bodies to harvest again, she found herself roaming the streets more and more after moving into her own place. It gave her something to do other than paint, and was a nice distraction for when Blake wasn't around.
Currently she was perched on the edge of a bar, her heels knocking against the side of the building. Blue eyes were searching the patrons exiting the building, looking for one that was prime for the picking. She was looking for a guy, one that seemed lively and full of energy. Also, one that wasn't drunk. With such high criteria she was having trouble picking out a target.
Sighing she propped her chin up on the palm of her hand, her elbow on her knee. Tonight was turning out to be a bore.
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