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sugar_cycle (sugar_cycle) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-25 00:35:00

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changing woman, min

Easy Like Sunday Morning
Who: Mirza and Kami
What: Even exotic dancers and shop wenches have to have a day off sometimes.
Where: Starting in the lobby, on to Kami's apartment.
When: 10/24/10
Warnings: None at the moment.

With one ear-bud in and her iPod treating her to some Lady Gaga remixes, Kami hummed along cheerfully as she managed to bump open Pax's door with a well-regulated hip bump. The jolt forced her to scramble for a second to re-establish control over the multiple bags slung over her wrists and cradled in her arms but, in the end, she was triumphant. She tried not to think how she would manage to get her keys out and her apartment door open. Either she would sprout another arm, use her mouth, or do the mature thing and set something down. It didn't matter which. It was a gorgeous Sunday, just before noon, sun still shining despite a few threatening clouds, and Vons' had a sale on chocolate chips. There was also a Halloween party right around the corner and her birthday. What more could a girl ask for?

Speaking of parties, she thought, she should double-check the costume hanging in her closet. She knew it was the right size, technically, but you never could tell in the bag with off-the-rack things. As much as she wanted short and sassy, there was such a thing as too short and sassy. No need to invite the world to view the good china, right?

As she passed the bank of mailboxes, though, Kami slowed as she tried to remember if she had picked up her mail the previous day or not. She wrinkled her nose in thought, pretty mouth screwing up in concentration. Absently, she shifted her weight to one foot to better balance her bags out as she paused. She tapped the other on the floor softly, patent-leather pump making faint clicks.

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-25 05:51 am UTC (link)

Mirza had been working yesterday. It was ridiculous that he had to work on a Saturday and then not Sunday. Apparently, you see, it was sinful to have a strip club open on a Sunday or some utter bullshit like that. Maybe it was a law. He didn't know. All he knew was that on a Sunday, he had a free day which was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he could rest and catch up on the world around him. On the other, he was losing money he desperately needed to survive his particularly lavish lifestyle... Right. Lavish.

Yesterday, he had not managed to pick up his mail and so that was where he was. In very simple sandals he'd gotten from an aunt in Egypt and some white linen sleep pants, he had made his way down stairs to the mailboxes with his stupid little key. Alright, so he was kind of grumpy in the "morning". And it hadn't even been worth the trip since the only mail he'd gotten was an advertisement for satellite TV.

As someone passed him, he glanced up and... Ooh, hot girl with groceries. Day was looking up! Closing his box, he slunk his way over to her and arched an eyebrow as he asked, "What did you get me? Did you bring me a prize?" And he put on his best innocent, begging puppy look.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-25 06:21 am UTC (link)

Which only earned him a delighted smile and Kami's musical little giggle. "Do you always start conversations like that?" she asked. There was no retreat, though, and instead she shifted her bags a bit more to better see him. Between his flat sandals and her heels, they were nearly eye to eye and she took a moment to study him before deciding that he was indeed a cutie. In the next moment, the face struck a memory chord as she remembered a previously nasty bruise over one eye.

Her smile widened, lighting up her face, and she cocked her head to one side as she took a step closer and leaned in to get an even better look at him. There was absolutely no hesitation when it came to invading his personal space. The memories from Bottom's Up were foggy in places but she was pretty sure she remembered her hands on Mirza's face. "Mm, I like this look better, hon," she commented with a wicked smile. "Last time was way too much eye make-up."

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-25 06:46 am UTC (link)

"That depends on who's carrying what. Groceries? Yes. Porn? Yes. Clothes? Yes. Bags full of PETA propaganda? Hell no." Well at least he was honest. Mirza peeked through her bags and finally recognized a woman from the bar. The night was foggy as hell though as he had been plied with a lot of alcohol due to his... Problem.

He didn't step back when his personal space was pretty much violently molested by her. Mirza had very little concept with that particular social what the fuck ever. The corner of his mouth perked up in a lazy sort of smirk, "Yeah well, I'm kind of in agreement. And if it ever happens again, I'm going to hurt someone bad." Licking his lips, he held out his hands for a bag or two, "Come along, darling. Let Mister Naji be a gentleman for once."

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-25 07:01 am UTC (link)

"So very, very sweet." One more step closer allowed her to transfer one of the bags from the crook of her arm into his and she squirmed her arm from between them in the transfer, the back of her hand brushing across his chest. "I love a good gentleman," she added cheerfully. "They're so rare." She stepped back then and dipped her wrist in an expert motion to slide the bag looped over her forearm down and into her hand. She held it up in offering to him, one eyebrow raised.

"Chivalry isn't dead and I get to have at least one hand free for more interesting things. It's a win-win situation for the world. Don't you think?"

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-25 07:41 am UTC (link)

He settled that one bag in his hand, arching an eyebrow at the touch of her hand. Oh that had been deliberate. There was no way it couldn't have been. "Then you'll be disappointed to know you're still seeking a rarity. No one ever said I was good," he grinned cheekily as he slipped his hand through the loops of the bag. For a moment, he only ran his fingers along the inside of her wrist but it was brief and he came away with the second bag without another word.

Mirza laughed softly, so glad to have run into someone amusing who turned his day right around. "My darling, the world laments at you having to do any sort of physical work. You should have men carrying you in a litter to and fro." Yes, he was being overly flirtatious but that was just the way he was. He nodded to her, letting her lead the way as he didn't know what floor she lived on.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-25 04:07 pm UTC (link)

Kami laughed, spinning on her heel to lead the way towards the elevator. Normally, she always took the stairs but, despite how fit Mirza looked, she wasn't sure how he would feel about a 6 floor walk-up. Manners and consideration, that was the way to go. "I really like the way you think," she answered. "Only get the exercise I want to get. Hm, that is such a totally attractive idea."

She tapped the button to bring the elevator to them and looked over her shoulder to share a teasing smile with him. "And, by the way, I was kinda using good as... Whatchacallit? Less as a value of gentleman and more of a, hm, hurray, I like that." She winked as the elevator door dinged and opened for them. "I'm liking this building better and better."

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-26 01:41 am UTC (link)

He would have been fine doing the 6 floor walk-up but it was nice of her to be so considerate. Although he was kind of paranoid about this elevator. What if it broke down? Or he got molested aga--okay so that last part was a really good idea but hey. "The only exercises I like to get are dancing and sex so I'm pretty much the king of good ideas when it comes to exercise." Modest, he was not.

Mirza shrugged his shoulders, "I know. I just like to be naughty." Actually, he didn't know but that was entirely beside the point. What was more important was that he really did just like to be naughty. He let her into the elevator first and followed, settling back against a wall and crossing his legs at the ankles. "This building is great," he agreed, "A little psychotic, a whole lot sexy." Without at all trying to hide it, he looked Kami up and down with a grin.

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-26 05:56 am UTC (link)

Amused and tickled by his outrageous flirting, the curvy brunette mirrored his position on the other side of the elevator after pressing the button marked 6. "A whole lot sexy," she agreed with a cat-and-cream smile. "And variety. Lots of variety."

Something he had mentioned in passing, though, really caught her attention and she tilted her head to one side. "Dancing?" she repeated. "Oh, God, really? Please tell me you're not lying." At his raised eyebrow, she giggled and shrugged. Her free hand made a vague gesture towards the rest of the building outside the elevator. "It's like pulling teeth to get most men to dance and I love it so much. Solo time is fine but who wants to get rusty when it comes to partners?"

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lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-26 12:29 pm UTC (link)

He shook his head a little just to get a thick strand of curly hair out of his face. It didn't quite work but oh well. "Maybe for you. Too many heterosexual males around here and not enough women into girly boys." He didn't sound bitter though; it was just fact. Although he seemed to have found one of those few women... Maybe.

Mirza was surprised at the one thing she had picked out. "No darling, I'm highly trained. I'd be even more trained if I'd gotten to go to college." He licked his lips and did his very best to ignore that she had pretty much described... well, something other than dancing. He cleared his throat, tilting his head to one side a little, "I do a lot of solo dancing and it gets so awful... But at least I get paid for it." Once more he sounded like a prostitute. Oh well.