Kokabiel (starofgod) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2011-01-28 19:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | kokabiel, michael |
WHO: Michael and Kokabiel
WHAT: Michael's invited Kabe to the beach.
WHERE: Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
WARNINGS: You know, I have no idea. I'll say yes for language and possible for other things.
She ported into the address Michael had given her, figuring she could just grab the suitcase of beach stuff he'd put in her flat and a few of her personal things. It seemed all right to her. To be honest, she hadn't stopped to think about this; she'd simply figured Michael wanted to talk to her and the beach had been the best place to do it. Though he had made that crack about her ass. She was half tempted to wear the skimpiest fucking thing she owned, just to fuck with him right back!
The address turned out to be a ritzy hotel, and when Kokabiel gave the name of her alias, the desk clerk had smiled and handed her a room key. "It's right across from the General's," the woman told her, sounding conspiratorial but not disdainful. "Go right up."
Kabe did so, amused. The woman either figured she and Michael were related somehow, or she didn't have a problem with distinguished retired generals bringing young, nubile women to their rooms. Whatever.
She got to her room and opened the door, raising an eyebrow at how fresh and airy it looked. She'd figured Michael for more of a divey sort of place. But she'd deal with him later. For now she put her suitcase down and started to unpack her stuff.