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fond_affections ([info]fond_affections) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-02-25 11:44:00

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Vodka. Enough Said.
Who: Ed and KiKi
When: After this
Where: Starting out at 1107
What: Vodka for starters...
Warnings: See "what" above and speculate. Will update as needed.



The inside of 1107 hadn't changed noticeably. At least the changes wouldn't be noticeable to anyone who wasn't paying close attention. Little masculine touches had begun to pop up--a cigar box (that held cuff links, gold-plated fountain pens, and silver-plated lighters, but no cigars), a chess set on a newly arrived side table, old leather bound books piled haphazardly around, coasters and ashtrays scattered about to make drink placement and responsible ashing easy. It was a much more welcoming space all in all.

And Ed was preparing to welcome his date for the evening with all the casual charm of the man he was used to being. There were no candles, no flowers, nothing that spoke of trite seduction scenes or romantic interludes. The quiet absence of any expectation rendered the entire space unreadable--and all the more playfully obvious at the same time.

He had no idea what to expect from the delightfully intoxicated woman with whom he had a date for the evening. But the bar was stocked with several different kinds of top-end vodka (including some of the flavored varieties that Ed had never tried himself but was loathe to reject out of hand) and the ingredients for at least 5 different kinds of martinis.

Ed seemed endlessly patient as he stood sipping a simple vodka martini as he waited for his date to arrive. Only the half-smile on his face gave away his anticipation.


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[info]fond_affections
2010-03-01 12:20 am UTC (link)
"Tempt easy, but bore just as easily? Is that about right?" he asked it without a hint of judgment or disapproval. He topped off her glass and refilled his own. He knew by the timing that they would be nearing the restaurant soon. It was almost a shame to give up the intimacy of the limo's enclosed space.

"Most men probably aren't in your league anyway. Even if they can afford your tastes." It was a compliment; his gaze openly appreciative as his eyes drank her in the way she drank the vodka. But there was also something else in the comment--the clear implication that he felt sure he could afford her tastes and run in her league.

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[info]lily_like_girl
2010-03-01 01:29 am UTC (link)
She felt a hot shock at his look, the hint of arrogance in his tone; and she tried to hide her grin of pleasure. At one point, she thought Ryan would be like this -- a little cocky, a little bold -- but he turned out to be a straight-up asshole with a tiny dick. May the handsome man in front of her not suffer the same fate.

"And what about you?" A lean, a tip of her head, a casual kick of her foot to gently brush against his leg. "You'll try to tempt me, and I'll resist, and then...?"

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[info]fond_affections
2010-03-01 01:41 am UTC (link)
He let his long legs stretch a bit in response to the casual tap of her designer-shoe. It was a casual display of the long lines of his own body. Inviting her consideration of his frame as if he knew he was under potential scrutiny. He looked a bit like a panther unfolding from a hiding place.

"Me? I look forward to you resisting... and I look forward to showing you just how tempting it is possible for a man to be. I'll tempt. You'll resist. And we'll both enjoy ourselves immensely." It wasn't a prediction. It was a promise.

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