Morningstar Manor

Emma had been down in the lobby on time, dressed to impress in a micro mini skirt, decorated all over with black sequins and about two inches of fringing that meant it looked decent if she stood still. With that was a nice spaghetti strapped vest top in silver and black, and an overshirt of sheer black fabric shot through with silver, that was knotted at her waist, the tails dangling to just below the low riding waist (or should that be hip?) band of the skirt. Heels and her hair up made her look older, as well as taller, and her make up was bold but not over done. Now all she needed was Amarie, and a taxi!

"Whoa don't you look nice!" Amarie said. She did her best to ignore Frank's speculative gaze, knowing that her jeans and hoodie looked perfectly decent. "So you're going on somewhere after the movie? Cool! Come on, let's hurry. I don't want to miss the previews."

She grabbed Emma by the arm and hustled her towards the door hissing, "Gonna change in the cab. Frank would've told Vinnie."

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The taxi pulled up at the Manor, and Emma was still miffed. "I say we go find some more fun somewhere else, what do you think Amarie? I mean, it's still way early, we could probably find another club that would let us in?"

Amarie closed the door of the cab with a polite click. It hadn't been the cab driver's fault but Del Avilar would be drawing a sharp breath soon if she had her way. "I dunno," she said. "Somehow all the fun has gone out of it."

"Or we could just go up to my place and watch DVD's and if we stop off in the Mocha first we can clean them out of muffins and cookies and take some big hot chocolates upstairs too?" Emma grinned, that had the makings of a plan about it, that idea did.

Amarie grinned too. "Hell yes," she said. "I've got some DVDs that aren't strictly out yet. D'you mind being a pirate for the night? I could fetch them while you get the goodies. Here," she thrust some money into Emma's hand, "that's for the food."

Emma opened her mouth to refuse the money, but Amarie was already moving, so Emma shrugged and stuffed the cash into her pocket, she'd give it back later, and headed into the Mocha to get the supplies required for a sleepover.

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It's breeding season, isn't it! There I was, minding my own business, making sandwiches at work and day dreaming of Richard Armitage. Then Foo Fighter's Best of You came from the radio and suddenly Robbie was born in my head.

I bring you an Irishman in the City, entrepreneur that made the American dream... well, almost. He's the CEO of the local successful and quite well-known shoe factory and brand Gréasaí. He has recently divorced and is still extremely hurt by his cheating and selfish ex-wife. So that means that he's wealthy, single, quite handsome, but also hurt thus very reserved and angsty. Doesn't mean he wouldn't be a nice guy, though!

Ladies? This way to get to know more. Robbie will be moving in within the next few days I think! If you have ideas or plots or just want to tag, nudge me!