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Bo ([info]lethal_libido) wrote in [info]makebelievelog,
Bo was sort of glad to be out of the castle for a little while. After the night she had had, hell...even the morning, it was probably for the best that she got out for a while and that she and Nick had some space. He got to sleep off the hangover and Bo got a chance to not go over everything that had happened earlier this morning over and over again.

She was glad that she and Booker had made these plans actually. This was the chance for both of them to get a better feel for one another. And it made this whole situation feel a bit more real than it had up until this point.

It hadn't taken Bo long to throw some clean clothes on. And she'd been out the door quickly. She felt great, truthfully. Feeding had that effect on her. Even if Nick was hungover, she sure as hell wasn't. She was doing just fine and dandy. She was missing a bit of the spring in her step that she might have had had she not had the talk with Nick this morning, but it didn't stop there from being a bit of excitement over the possibilities that the PI business had for her.

Bo spotted Booker before she even got to the corner. She not only recognized him, but he was the only guy standing there, as if he were waiting for someone. "Waiting for me?" she called out as she walked up, reaching up to push her sunglasses down a bit with a bit of a smile. "How long have I kept you waiting?" She asked, wondering how long he'd been standing there.


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