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[ The grin's kind of cute, though. And Amy loves being wanted and appreciated, so the relief? Is nice as well.
He's just lucky she doesn't care about lady-like things. Like tablemanners. ]
Food first, though.
He's just lucky she doesn't care about lady-like things. Like tablemanners. ]
Food first, though.
Food always comes first.
[Well, not always. But usually.]
[Well, not always. But usually.]
I thought so, yeah. [ She'd have been surprised otherwise. ]
What about for you? Or should I guess that it's probably the same?
Oh, no competition, really. [ Leaning back in her chair, grinning at him. ]
Glad t'hear that.
[And he really is. Because he has some ideas in mind for how he might like to end this date, after all.]
[And he really is. Because he has some ideas in mind for how he might like to end this date, after all.]
[ How lucky for him that Amy not only likes sex but has already decided that she wouldn't mind having it with him. ]
I can't imagine why.
I can't imagine why.
Well, I don't wanna be too forward or anythin', but...
[He raises a suggestive eyebrow.]
[He raises a suggestive eyebrow.]
Then I think you 'n I are gonna get along just fine.
[A dame walks into a bar...or casino as the case may be. Atlantic City is still fairly new to her and she's never been in this casino before. She tries to cover up her awe of the place as she walks to the bar and orders a glass of champagne then leans back against the bar to soak in all of the
[This is where Jimmy's most in his element -- somewhere where illegal activity runs rampant, and nobody gives a damn enough to stop it. Sure, alcohol's against the law, but nobody in here seems to notice. Most of the city's politicians are up at the bar, too, or at least have a drink with them at their table. Even the sheriff is there, glass of champagne in his hand. And Jimmy, well, he's just bored, looking around for something better to do.
Which is exactly when he spots her.]
Which is exactly when he spots her.]
[She catches him looking and it makes a smile curve her red lips. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes fixed on him then takes a sip of her champagne. She tilts her head toward the empty seat next to her. It's as much of an invitation as he's going to get.]
[He'll definitely take that invitation. It's enough for him to slide into the seat next to her, smiling slightly.]
I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it looks like you've already got one.
I'd offer to buy you a drink, but it looks like you've already got one.
[Jimmy doesn't always sit around drinking alone, but when he does, he goes for straight whiskey. Might as well cut out the middleman if you're drinking to get drunk. He's already had a couple drinks, but he's looking around the empty room again, like he's hoping someone'll show up. He's really not feeling like spending the rest of the night by himself.]
[The somebody for Angela didn't show up tonight which is why the late hour finds her walking into this bar by herself, shaking the rain off her umbrella as she stands by the entrance. Her date stood her up and while she's disappointed (disappointed, not sad, there's a difference. It's his loss, really.) there's no reason why she needs to go straight home when she's already dressed up.
She dumps her umbrella in a bucket that's stationed by the door and heads toward the bar, clad in a seriously snug black backless number, looking far too fancy for these digs. But she doesn't care. All she wants is a dirty martini with extra olives.]
She dumps her umbrella in a bucket that's stationed by the door and heads toward the bar, clad in a seriously snug black backless number, looking far too fancy for these digs. But she doesn't care. All she wants is a dirty martini with extra olives.]
[When Angela shows up, he's staring into his glass again, so he misses her entrance. Still, when she walks up to the bar, of course he notices her -- in a dress like that, there's no way he could have missed her -- and looks at her appreciatively.
He's pretty sure he doesn't look great, sitting alone at the bar like this, sour expression on his face, so as soon as she could possibly be looking at him, he offers a slight smile. Nothing flirtatious, necessarily, just a smile and a nod.]
He's pretty sure he doesn't look great, sitting alone at the bar like this, sour expression on his face, so as soon as she could possibly be looking at him, he offers a slight smile. Nothing flirtatious, necessarily, just a smile and a nod.]
[Her feet dangle off the barstool, heels clicking lightly against the metal pole of the seat as she plucks the toothpick holding the four olives in her drink out and pulls one off between her teeth. Angela doesn't notice him until she's finished chewing, hand in her chin as she smiles back, taking in his sad aura. They're both drinking alone. Never a good sign in an almost empty bar.]
Rough night?
Rough night?
You could put it that way.
[It certainly hadn't been a good evening. The empty glasses that had once held whiskey sitting beside him on the bar could attest to that. It wasn't like he was drunk, but he wasn't exactly sober, either.]
You?
[It certainly hadn't been a good evening. The empty glasses that had once held whiskey sitting beside him on the bar could attest to that. It wasn't like he was drunk, but he wasn't exactly sober, either.]
You?
[She curls her lip, almost like she shrugging with her mouth, and nods towards the door.]
Let's just say the rain didn't help me any. [Eyes back on him, or the bottle rather, Angela takes a chance on making commentary.] Was that new bottle when you got it?
Let's just say the rain didn't help me any. [Eyes back on him, or the bottle rather, Angela takes a chance on making commentary.] Was that new bottle when you got it?
[He gives a slightly sheepish shrug.]
Mostly new, yeah.
[And then he lifts the bottle in offering.]
You want some?
Mostly new, yeah.
[And then he lifts the bottle in offering.]
You want some?
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