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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[trenchknives]

Hell, to impress you. I'd lose a fashion show against you, I'm pretty damn sure.

[thenormalsquint]

[Holding up a finger, Angela takes a sip before answering. Impressions are important, but some less so for her.]

You look fine the way you are, Jimmy. Yes, I like men in suits, but if you're comfortable and clean, so be it. I'm impressed by originality and comfort more than peacocking.

[trenchknives]

I'm usually in a suit. But you look a hell of a lot better 'n me any day. It's gotta be that artist thing -- artists always look good.

[At least the artists he's met.]

[thenormalsquint]

That's what you say, but you haven't seen me when I've just woken up.

[trenchknives]

I'd sure like to.

[thenormalsquint]

[One of her eyebrows cocks up, as she sips again.]

Are you trying to say you want to fuck me?

[Well, somebody's awfully blunt.]

[trenchknives]

I'd have to be crazy not to.

[Blunt is good. He likes blunt.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Angela's quiet for a few moments, like she's in serious thought over there. maybe her morals are at play. You know, she just met this guy, she doesn't even know his last name, she's on some kind of rebound... but the truth is, she just wants to finish her martini first. So one her glass is empty, she eating the rest of her olives pretty damn quickly.]

I live around the corner.

[trenchknives]

[He can't help but laugh a little in surprise. That wasn't quite what he'd been expecting, but there's no way he'd turn it down.]

No shit? Lead the way, then.

[thenormalsquint]

[Expect the unexpected with this one. You'll always get it.]

Easy, tiger. You still have to pay the guy. [Though she's pulling money out from her purse to pay for her first drink anyway.]

[trenchknives]

The bartender 'n I have an arrangement.

[Which is why he tips generously.]

'n you ain't payin' for anything. It's on me.

[thenormalsquint]

You bought me one drink. I bought the other. Agree to disagree.

[If this guy has any sense, he won't argue. He's about to get screwed senseless by a woman who barely knows him. Angela hopes he doesn't fuck it up.]

[trenchknives]

[He nods.]

Yeah, fair enough.

[He knows better than to argue about money with someone he just met -- and someone he's about to have sex with, assuming everything goes well.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Money on the bartop, she hops off the stool and heads toward the door, picking up her umbrella. It's still raining, no lighter nor heavier than earlier.]

Hurry up before I decide to go to bed alone.

[trenchknives]

I'm right behind you.

[Like hell he wouldn't hurry up with an offer like that on the line. He picks up his jacket where he'd hung it by the door and drapes it over one arm -- it doesn't sound like they'll be going far, and it's not that cold anyway.]

[thenormalsquint]

[It's less than a minute's walk to her place--when she said around the corner, Angela honestly meant it. Her apartment building is the first one they hit when they turn the curve. It's a nice one, a brownstone, and she leads him up the thick stone steps and into the doorway away from the rain where she tugs him towards her so she can taste the remnants of whiskey on his lips.

There's still one more door and another set of steps to get to her apartment, but that can wait.]

[trenchknives]

[It's a nicer neighborhood than his, that's for sure, and he's just admiring the apartment building when she pulls him towards her. His arms wrap around her instinctively, and he kisses her back, smiling a little even as he does so.]

[thenormalsquint]

[She's too busy searching his mouth with her tongue, seeking more of the whiskey and his own flavor while her fingers flex in the lapels of his shirt. Pulling away, but not too much where she leaves his embrace, she's shoving the keys into the second door.]

Nice lips. Been wanting to do that all night.

[trenchknives]

[All he wants to do is get inside that apartment, but he can't help trying to distract her from opening the door by leaning forward and kissing her again as she does so.]

Yeah, I've been wantin' to do that since you walked into the bar.

[thenormalsquint]

Yeah, I'm sure you did.

[She really needs to open this door because the faster they get inside her apartment, the faster he gets inside her. Wouldn't that be nice? But so is kissing him and for the moment, she gives in to those lips of his. A neighbor could come through and Angela finds she doesn't give a shit.]

[trenchknives]

[He'd respond with something witty, but he's too busy kissing her, then pressing his body a bit closer to hers. Hell, a neighbor could come outside and watch, and he's not sure if he'd notice, or care if he did.]

[thenormalsquint]

[Whoever wants to watch, they'll certainly get a show of Angela pressing right back, fingers sliding between the waistband of his pants and his shirt for a good grip. She moans softly into his mouth, never easing up on the pace she's setting for things.]

[trenchknives]

[Well, hell, if she's gonna do that, he's gonna want to get inside the apartment right away, because all of a sudden he's thinking about a lot more than just kissing. Breaking the kiss with some reluctance, he nods towards the door.]

C'mon.

[thenormalsquint]

[Far be it from her to disagree. The kissing might stop for the moment, but locks get opened and steps get climbed and another door opens where she just drops her belongings on the floor to grab him again, pushing him roughly against the wall to claim his mouth as hers. Hope he likes it rough.]

[trenchknives]

[He tosses his coat aside, sick of having something extra to hang on to, and responds to her kisses eagerly, indicating that, yes, he very much likes it rough.]