The Comedian (gothispunchline) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2009-03-26 23:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | eddie blake, sally jupiter |
Who Eddie and Sally
Where Sally's place
What A drink.
When Evening, after their chat in the journals
Rating/status Most likely R if only for Eddie's mouth / in progess
Smirking at his exchange with Sally, Eddie threw down his blackberry after she invited him over, heading to get a shower before hand. Women appreciated a man who would shower before they came for drinks. And even if he wasn't looking to romance Sally-he wasn't an idiot, she wouldn't fall for that shit-he knew she liked to be paid attention to, and in that category fell 'not smelling like a day's work when invited over socially'. He made an effort, was the thing. Because yeah, he had seen the movie, and no matter what she said, he had his ideas about her feelings for him. And he had ideas about his feelings for her. Not that he thought about it a lot. Just enough to have ideas, was the point.
He arrived at the address she had given about half an hour after he last messaged her, and he wasn't wearing a mask, nor his 'uniform', because this wasn't business, in his opinion, it was going to be only pleasure. He had on a black t-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, and black boots, and a cigar was put out before he went inside Sally's building. He looked good for his age, and though he wasn't as young as Sally looked, he was confident he still looked good enough to get her attention. And if not, fuck her, right?
Getting to the door, he knocked, leaning to the frame, waiting to see what Sally was going to open the door in. He knew hoping for latex was a bit much, but a robe wouldn't be unwelcome, either.