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Week 20 - Friday
Who: Cherry and Mustang
Where: Trading post
When: Friday afternoon
What: She can't be nice all the time.
Too restless and jittery to face going back to her room at the Palace Cherry felt her only option was to stay in the Trading area. At least here she could people watch, silently mock and maybe even pick up some clientele - the world was her oyster. Her partial good mood may or may not have had something to do with the giant blacksmith she'd spent the previous two hours charming. He was intriguing - clumsy and cute. His towering frame and bulky muscles were mouth watering and his meek attitude hadn't bothered her, which was a miracle in itself. She hoped to see him again, if only to show him the wonders of a woman he'd been missing up in that commune of his.
Shedding her jacket she laid it on the ground before sitting on top of it and stretching her long tanned legs before her. Leaning backagainst the tree Cherry gave evil eyes to all the females who stared at her and sly smiles to all the males whose gazes lingered on her body. They were soo easy. She felt a pout almost force its way onto her face. Smith had stayed rooted when she'd tried all her usual tricks and it had been fun. God don't tell her she was becoming bored. Bad things happened when she was bored.
Digging around in her pocket Cherry withdrew the ring he'd given her and she slipped it effortlessly onto her left index finger. It glinted in the partial sunlight and she smiled. It really was the prettiest thing she'd seen all week.
Where: Trading post
When: Friday afternoon
What: She can't be nice all the time.
Too restless and jittery to face going back to her room at the Palace Cherry felt her only option was to stay in the Trading area. At least here she could people watch, silently mock and maybe even pick up some clientele - the world was her oyster. Her partial good mood may or may not have had something to do with the giant blacksmith she'd spent the previous two hours charming. He was intriguing - clumsy and cute. His towering frame and bulky muscles were mouth watering and his meek attitude hadn't bothered her, which was a miracle in itself. She hoped to see him again, if only to show him the wonders of a woman he'd been missing up in that commune of his.
Shedding her jacket she laid it on the ground before sitting on top of it and stretching her long tanned legs before her. Leaning backagainst the tree Cherry gave evil eyes to all the females who stared at her and sly smiles to all the males whose gazes lingered on her body. They were soo easy. She felt a pout almost force its way onto her face. Smith had stayed rooted when she'd tried all her usual tricks and it had been fun. God don't tell her she was becoming bored. Bad things happened when she was bored.
Digging around in her pocket Cherry withdrew the ring he'd given her and she slipped it effortlessly onto her left index finger. It glinted in the partial sunlight and she smiled. It really was the prettiest thing she'd seen all week.
