User:	truesin_rpg (posted by thea_thief)
Date:	2009-09-17 12:19
Subject:	A Challenge
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The drinks were tasting worse than usual.

Not that Thea really enjoyed drinking that swill they bottled up and passed for blood -- in dives like this, she really had no choice, even if she preferred the real thing -- but Tru Blood really left a bad taste in her mouth this time. Her face scrunching up in an expression of disgust, the black-haired vampire pushed the bottle away from her, rolling her eyes.

Maybe it wasn't the drink after all. Maybe it had more to do with the self-righteous wannabe mayor who's all-too-mortal mug just graced the HD screen, talking about how he and he alone could fight off the vampires. The louse had called Thea and her ilk practically every name in the book -- monsters, leeches, parasites, creatures, menaces -- yet she couldn't bring herself to feel insulted.

If anything, Thea appreciated the honesty. Besides, she already knew what she was; she didn't need some pretty boy in a tie telling her.

( I'm your girl )

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User:	truesin_rpg (posted by dont_rush)
Date:	2009-09-17 15:58
Subject:	One Thing In Common
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Jamie entered her tiny living room, an assortment of items in her hands. She set them down one by one on the thrift store coffee table: a glass pipe, a small baggie of weed, and a Zippo lighter. She straightened the frayed hem of her denim skirt and took in a deep breath, setting her blue eyes on the man -- well, more of a boy, really -- lounging on the small couch as if he were king of the world. "You know, you always complain about my place," she said, "but you never invite me around yours. You're probably embarrassed of me." The blonde sat down next to him and began packing the pipe, efficiently and deftly.

"Or you probably have a real girlfriend, some socialite in training who wears a brand new outfit every day and knows how to play stupid shitty sports like polo and tennis." She smiled and turned to him. "Am I right?" Taking a puff, she passed the bowl to him. "I mean, tell me how far off I am. I want to know."

Taking the bowl, Spencer Matthews smirked and shook his head. His black blazer sat folded over the back of a nearby chair, his red tie loosened around his neck. Black loafers sat on the floor, his feet dangling over the edge of the bed. Spencer glanced at the contraption in his hands, but did not take a hit. Not yet.

"I'm not embarrassed," he answered with a shrug. "You know how important it is for me to keep things quiet with my job. My boss is out there telling everyone what a good, upstanding moral Christian he is -- do you really think it would help him if one of his assistants was seen parading about with a young, pretty thing like yourself while toting around a bong.

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[Spencer Matthews written by Jeff]

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