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antique_apparel ([info]antique_apparel) wrote in [info]morningstar_mnr,
@ 2010-07-01 08:21:00

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Entry tags:celeste, gabe, leo, sibyl

Celeste in the Mocha, OTA, MW.
Antique Apparel was up and running beautifully, and Celeste was beginning to trust her staff enough that she'd decided to take the morning away from the shop to catch up on a little paperwork, work out her staff schedule for the next week.

And so, 10 o'clock found her ensconced in a corner of the Mocha, wearing a pretty floral tea dress and peeptoe sandals, a frappuchino at her elbow as she sat with schedules spread out across her table, her diary splayed open to the page with her staff's availability.

She was very easily distractable, and happy for company.



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[info]mm_kel
2010-07-01 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"Oh now I like that look." Gabe leaned forward and propped his chin in his hand. "That's the look of a naughty girl. What have you been up to?"

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[info]antique_apparel
2010-07-02 08:43 am UTC (link)
"I have no idea what you could be suggesting, I'm sure," she said, trying her best not to grin, and failing rather miserably. She had used coverup, but as she leant forward, smiling conspiratorially, there was just the faintest hint of a bruise, bitemarks, on the curve of her breast.

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[info]mm_kel
2010-07-02 03:34 pm UTC (link)
Gabe might come across to most as gay but he was a hot blooded heterosexual male and his eyes went straight to her breasts. And being in the business he was in he knew a makeup cover up when he saw one.

"Oh someone has been having fun," he said, voice a bit low and raised wicked eyes back up to hers. "I think I'm jealous."

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[info]antique_apparel
2010-07-02 04:50 pm UTC (link)
Celeste raised her eyebrows, glancing up to the ceiling, feigning innocence.

"A lady never kisses and tells," she murmurs. "But yes, fun was had. Repeatedly."

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[info]mm_kel
2010-07-02 07:08 pm UTC (link)
"Good for you. But I must ask - does this mean that if I were to ask you out for dinner sometime you'd have to say no?"

He gave her his best puppy dog eyes. Which were really quite good. They'd never failed him yet.

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[info]antique_apparel
2010-07-02 07:46 pm UTC (link)
They were very good puppy dog eyes. Not that Celeste needed much persuading, mind you.

"Not neccessarily," she said, smiling flirtatiously.

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[info]mm_kel
2010-07-05 12:09 am UTC (link)
"Oh good. I still have a shot."

He grinned and sat back in his chair.

"So - darling - would you be interested in dinner sometime?"

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[info]antique_apparel
2010-07-05 02:11 pm UTC (link)
"That would be lovely," she grinned back, reaching into her diary and pulling out a business card. "My cell is on there."

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[info]mm_kel
2010-07-07 12:34 am UTC (link)
Gabe took it and tucked it into his jeans's pocket.

"And if you need me just call down to the spa. But I will be calling you soon to set this up."

He was about to say something else when his iPhone chimed.

"One sec," he told her and pulled the phone out to look at the text message. "Ah - right. My client is early. Figures. Never on time when you need them to be and always early when you don't want them to be."

He sighed dramatically and stood then took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"We shall talk soon."

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