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Post by Simon Montague on Apr 2, 2014 3:27:58 GMT -5
Simon sat at the bar and toyed with his glass of scotch. He was bored. The thrill of his last victim had only lasted so long, but now he wanted more. The thirst had become unquenchable and his body itched for something new…something twisted. Then he saw her. She was beautiful, then again most of his victims were. She wasn’t his usual that was for certain, not that he necessarily had a pattern anymore, no now he liked to keep them guessing, he also liked the challenge of diversity. He could tell that she thought very highly of herself, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes that drew him to her. Then he realized, she was as bored as he was, no not for the same reasons obviously, but he knew the type. Because they were beautiful they got what they wanted, nothing challenged them anymore, nothing surprised them. With a small smile he thought silently to himself, “I will.”
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Post by Shawna Michelle Hart on Oct 9, 2016 18:39:19 GMT -5
Shawna was indeed bored. It was getting to a point where she seemed to run into the same people night after night. She hadn’t met anyone new in a while, and if something didn’t change, she might finally have to break down and sleep with Phillip after the 15th time he used that stupid pickup line about how she was a dementor because she took his breath away.
There just had to be someone better out there. Or at least different. Ugh, at this rate, she might just have to sleep with her husband for a real change.
“Vodka tonic,” she said to the bartender in a bored tone. She cast her eye around her and spied Phillip approaching with his eyes focused on her direction. Godric help her.
Looking to her left, however, she noticed a man sitting near her at the bar. He was different from the others—well-dressed and professional-looking, maybe a touch arrogant but in a good way, she thought. Like her. He seemed like the kind of man who might be closer to her level.
“Excuse me,” she said rather boldly. “But there is the most boorish man approaching who simply doesn’t take no for an answer. Perhaps if he saw I was already speaking with another man, he’d move on to someone a little more his speed. Would you mind being my cover?”
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Post by Simon Montague on Oct 10, 2016 1:48:22 GMT -5
Simon listened to her story silently. He shook his glass a little to get to the bottom of the scotch he was drinking then finished his drink and set the glass on the counter.
He could appreciate Shawna's beauty, but women like her were accustomed to men fawning over them. Her boldness and confidence said as much. He could have been married or in a committed relationship, and Shawna still approached him.
"I'm actually on my way out." he told her in a matter of fact way, but his eyes remained gentle, appreciative of her looks, but not demeaning.
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