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[Nov. 23rd, 2009|09:40 pm]
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Who: Jax and Thomas Raith
What: Indecent Exposure? He's a slightly-addictive incubus, she's an impressionable young woman. Do the math.
When/where: Backdated to last night, after Jax's post/A pub in Chicago (specific, non?)
Warnings: See the what.

Jax knew, going in, this was probably not her best idea. Somewhere in the back of her mind (again, likely the part inhabited by John), she knew it was a simple matter of chemistry; endorphins plus pheromones plus.. whatever magic existed in the guy's blood equaled one strung out and very pleased woman. But how was that bad? Other than the slightly wobbly post-coital effects, it didn't hurt. In fact, it felt damn good. And so what if it took away a little bit of her soul. Most of it was going to some sort of hell when she died, anyway. Why not keep the guy alive with a few of the spare parts?

And had she mentioned how good it felt? How... sexy he was, how hot it had been. She could barely put into words what it was that had her coming back, but there she was at the bar once again, drink in hand. The top hat made a repeat appearance, but other than that the outfit was decidedly... different. The t-shirt was replaced by a stylish, tight-laced corset, ending low-slung on her hips just above barely-decent leather pants, that hugged every bit of her modest curves as she moved. Her shoes were sandals, simple and flat (no matter how sexy she was feeling, Jax was not a stilettos kind of girl) and made to be shed and forgotten about, which she expected to do. The ink along her arms and back stood out in contrast to the deep purples and blacks of her clothes, a light sheen of sweat covering the skin from the lights over the bar and the tingling warmth of the alcohol. All she was missing was the man.

She watched the door casually through the mirror hanging over the back of the bar, trying not to seem too impatient. It must not have been working, from the funny look the bartender gave her. But Jax couldn't pay attention to what she thought- Thomas had to be coming, soon.
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[Nov. 13th, 2009|10:56 pm]
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Who: Harry, Thomas, and Justine
When/Where: Backdated to last night after Justine's post/The Premier Hotel, Times Square, NYC
What: There's a damsel in distress. Need I say more?
Warnings: Possibly, for talk of vampirism and suggested crime?

New York Taxis were probably the furthest thing from a white horse Harry could find, and they didn't go as fast. But they were cheaper, and right then, that was important. )
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[Nov. 11th, 2009|10:10 pm]
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Who: Jax Creedy, Thomas Raith
What: Drinks? Inadvertent advances? A magician-by-proxy and an incubus walk into a bar...
When/Where: Backdated to after Jax's post (Monday, I believe?), random Bar in Chicago
Warnings: NC-17 later on.

If New York is the city that never sleeps, Chicago is the insomniac's cleaner, cooler little brother. )
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[Oct. 22nd, 2009|07:00 pm]
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Who: Henn Turner & Thomas Raith
Where: Coffee shop in NY
When: Thursday afternoon
What: Crazy random happenstance!
Warnings: Possible, but surprisingly unlikely

I chased the fukkin' captain with a motherfukkin' sword )
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