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Post by esper on May 2, 2008 10:19:16 GMT -5
He hadn’t come.
One last scan of the room and a quick glance at her watch confirmed it. Mr. David Hermoso, up and coming music producer, had blown off his meeting, leaving Jennifer waiting for the last three hours at the club. Jen’s nose wrinkled in disgust as she shook her head, and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. Brittany picked up on the second ring.
“Hullo…?” She sounded groggy. Probably asleep.
“Hey,” Jennifer answered, her voiced raised above the music in the club,“ Mr. Hermoso was a no-show. We’ll have to tell Ms. Reynolds that he’s not making it into the magazine for the next issue. Okay?”
Brittany mumbled something noncommittal, and static crackled over the line. “-lo?”
“I’m here. I’ll let you get back to sleep now. See you in the morning.”
Jennifer snapped her cell shut, pocketing it as she drummed her nails against the glass covered counter. Sighing, Jen removed her black, swallow tail suit jacket and unclipped her hair from its bun, shaking it to let it fall free. Un-tucking her blue blouse from her dark, trimmed jeans, she lost the air of professionalism that she had been holding in expectation of the meeting. Flagging down the bartender, she ordered a white Russian and turned in her seat to scan the crowd. A few well placed glares had kept guys at bay from walking up to her earlier, but now she surveyed the patrons again. Dance music didn’t fill the air, it crammed it. The bass thumped through the floor, and Jennifer found herself keeping time with a slight bobbing of her head. She had always liked the effects of the bass- it was like a heartbeat pulsing life into the seething mass of humanity as they moved. Well, since she was here, she might as well enjoy the rest of her night out. Jennifer eyed the floor as she waited for her drink, debating whether getting up and joining the rest of the people in their throes of dancing would be worth the potential embarrassment if someone here recognized her.
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Post by vagus32000 on Jun 12, 2008 5:14:56 GMT -5
Adam Vagus sat at a table near the entrance of the club facing the door and took a sip of his root beer. It had been a long bad day. The starter in his car was going bad, it needed new tires, a weeks worth of work had closed a case only to end up with the client stiffing him, and to top it all off he was behind on his mortgage.
Oh well, he thought. No sense brooding about it. That's not going to solve anything. As he scanned the room again he noticed the young woman sitting at the bar. It was the one who had glared at him earlier only now she seemed more approachable. For a split second doubt cast it's evil shadow over his mind. Sure he was tall, dark, and handsome but who in their right mind would be attracted to a down on his luck private eye wearing blue jeans and a polo shirt that looked like they'd been sitting at the bottom of the pile?
Doesn't matter, Adam thought violently shoving the doubt away. Clothes don't make the man. Grabbing his half filled glass he stood up and walked over to sit beside the girl.
"Hi I'm Adam Vagus," he said holding out his right hand. Like he did with every woman, if she took it Adam would not let go unless she pulled away.
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Post by esper on Jun 14, 2008 19:44:40 GMT -5
Jennifer examined the man who had approached her, her eyes flicking up and down his form. She had given him quite a scathing glare earlier, and the fact that he was back and trying again said something. She liked his voice, and he wasn't all that bad on the eyes either. Jennifer was about to move her arm to shake his hand when she had a second thought. It had been a long evening, and she deserved a bit of fun. No, she thought to herself as the bar tender set down her drink in front of her, lets make him work for it. Picking up the glass, she swirled it's contents about, eyeing Adam from beneath dark lashes.
"Well... I'm glad to see you know your own name," she drawled, bringing the glass to her lips. Jennifer kept her gaze trained directly on Adam's eyes as she drank, a silent laugh and mischief glinting in them.
OOC: I'm very sorry that I wasn't able to post sooner, but I had finals this week. Sorry- I should be able to post more regularly from now on. But please, I do want to RP with you- don't take my absence in the wrong way.
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Post by vagus32000 on Jun 15, 2008 10:42:12 GMT -5
"You'll find I know a lot more than that sweetie," Adam replied with a grin resting his right arm on the counter. He had caught the message in her eyes and could just hear the sports announcer shout 'Game on.' "I saw your head bobbing to the beat as I walked over so I took it that you like this music. Who's your favorite band?"
OOC: I'm the one who should be saying sorry. I should of been more patient with you and Ariment, I think that's how you spell her name. After all, we all have lives outside of this. I myself work two jobs which caused my Yahoo Group to close so I know what it's like. You both have my deepest apologies and I humbly ask for forgiveness.
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Post by esper on Aug 6, 2008 12:03:06 GMT -5
Jennifer grinned- she really was such a featherweight, and the pleasant buzz from the alcohol was making her giddy. “Well since you know so much, shouldn’t you be telling me?” Jennifer giggled lightly, lapsing into a pleasant air as she relaxing against the counter with her elbows. “Well,” she amended, “ I have quite a varied taste when it comes to music. Lately I’ve been going through a bit of a techno and Euro trance stage… Basshunter’s been the popular one lately, right? Or maybe something more mellow, like The Canvas Spill.”
“How about you?” she queried, tilting her head to the side. A scent whiffed by, and Jennifer sniffed delicately at the air trying to pin point it. She sniffed again, more discreetly, as she waited for Adam’s answer.
OOC:: Holy crap, I am so sorry... I don't even know if you want to keep doing this thread anymore, i've been gone so long.... argh, I'm so so so so so so sorry- summer session college kinda ate me for a while...
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Post by vagus32000 on Aug 7, 2008 19:58:07 GMT -5
OCC:We can continue this thread. I only have tow or three others I've been doing lately. And don't worry about having not posted for awhile. It's no big deal.
"I wouldn't know I've never been a fan of techno-anything," Adam replied. "Having grown up in the country I've come to love bluegrass and country music, along with the occasional rock song." He emptied his glass and motioned to the bar tender for a refill. Seeing Esper lighten up a bit he decided to take it up a notch. What was she going to do, blow him off? If she did he'd just see if any other woman met his standards.
Taking Epser's hand in his he asked, "What say you and I go someplace where we can speak in private."
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Post by esper on Aug 8, 2008 11:18:12 GMT -5
Jennifer couldn’t help wrinkling her nose in distate. Bluegrass? Country? Rock she could understand, but this guy must have grown up in the country country. Carefully smoothing over her features so as not to offend Adam, she took another sip from her glass, wondering idly at the age difference between them. Legally speaking, she shouldn’t even be allowed to be touching this alcohol- but hey, she appeared older than she was, so that was no problem. Jennifer watched quietly as Adam knocked back the rest of his glass, taking in the line of his jaw and neck as he drank then motioned for a refill. Older, yeah, but admittedly yummy, even in old jeans and a polo shirt. And there was that scent… Jen was pretty damn sure that the lingering odor that was teasing her nose was coming from this man.
Jennifer was snapped out of her thoughts by Adam’s hand taking hold of hers. She fought the instinctive urge to snatch back her hand- she was unused to the sudden and, in her eyes, unexpected human contact. But his hand was warm, larger and more calloused than her own. Jennifer was surprised to find that the touch was oddly comforting, despite coming from a total stranger. "What say you and I go someplace where we can speak in private."
She all but froze. Somewhere private? Jennifer had never had much luck when it came to relationships with other people- she was very good at conversing with them and making them feel at ease, but when it came to these sort of moments she was completely clueless. Having dedicated most of her life to her studies, most of what she knew came from books and movies. And usually, wasn’t ‘lets go somewhere private’ code for ‘lets go find a secluded hallway/corner/apartment/etc and get down with it’? He didn’t even know her name yet! Jen’s head swam for a minute, before clearing. To hell with it- it didn't matter what it did or didn’t mean. She was tired of thinking and analyzing everything in her life, and for once just wanted to let it all go to hell. All her thoughts had taken her a split second, and Jennifer raised her head from where she had been looking at Adam’s. Giving him a bright smile she tilted her head, dark waves of hair slipping over her shoulders. “What did you have in mind?”
OOC: Okay then, cool. And, um, my character's name is Jennifer- my screen name is Esper.
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Post by vagus32000 on Aug 8, 2008 11:44:05 GMT -5
OCC: Oops, sorry. I'm so used to the character and screen names being the same. I'll try and remember but don't be afraid to set me straight.
"If you're thinking that I want to take you to my place and 'get it on' you're wrong," Adam said enjoying her touch immensely. In his mind there was nothing that could compare to the feel of a woman. Any man who said otherwise was touched in the head. "It take more than a pretty face to get in my pants. I'm not that hormone crazed." He said this with a voice and grin that let Jennifer know that he was just playing the bad boy. "Let's take a walk outside, it's too crowded and loud in here. And don't worry about the bill, I'll pay it." Reaching into his pants pocket with his free hand, Adam got out his wallet and withdrew a 50 which he sat down on the counter. "There now, shall we hit the road?" he asked putting his wallet away.
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Post by esper on Aug 12, 2008 11:19:35 GMT -5
Jen inwardly let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t know whether to feel relieved or frustrated. She wanted to laugh at herself for her assumptions, but didn’t want Adam to think she was laughing at him. “It take more than a pretty face to get in my pants. I'm not that hormone crazed,” he said with a grin. She allowed herself a smirk at this comment that twisted her lips to the side in amusement. "Let's take a walk outside, it's too crowded and loud in here. And don't worry about the bill, I'll pay it." Jennifer made to protest. She wasn’t one to let anyone pay for her things, she was perfectly capable of footing her own bill! However, he had tossed a fifty on the table before she could. Jennifer looked at it for a long moment, then looked up at the bar tender, who shrugged at her. What the hell. “There now, shall we hit the road?” Jennifer looked down at their hands- he hadn’t let go, and still had her hand folded within hers. She inwardly debated whether or not to pull away- however, it would seem rude and downright contrary if she were to do so. Deciding to let it be for now but giving him a pointed look about it, Jen toed her heels back on (she had slipped them off during their conversation) and stood up, grabbing her jacket with her free hand. Tossing her hair, she turned her gaze to him. “Right then. Shall we?” As they began walking out, Jennifer gave Adam a curious stare. “You’re a rather forward man, you know that?”
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Post by vagus32000 on Aug 12, 2008 16:58:16 GMT -5
"Only with beautiful women," Adam replied. He had caught Jennifer's look and it's meaning so he let go of her hand. "However, it remains to be seen if ya meet my high standards. A god-like stud like me can't waste his time on just any woman," he said flashing his naughty boy smile. "So the question is, are you up to those standards?"
It was true that he had a mental list of standards that every woman had to meet before he did anything serious with them. However he wasn't as full of himself as he let on. It was all an act and women loved it.
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Post by esper on Aug 12, 2008 19:32:58 GMT -5
Jennifer had been looking down the street during his first comment, and as such was quite scandalized at first. Really! What an arrogant, egotistical little- Jennifer looked to give the man a piece of her mind, but caught Adam’s saucy smile in time. She burst out laughing- the sound was all silver, like a wind chime- and raised an elegant eyebrow.
Jennifer crossed her arms, tapping her chin with a long, slender finger as she pretended to consider how to answer.
“Well,” she started, drawing out the word. “It really all depends on what those standards are,” she said with a smile. “Lets hear them, and see how I measure up then, hmm?”
How strange, she thought to herself. Just the light banter of tonight was enough to lift her spirits. And god, but this guy is rather cheeky… ladies must just eat him up.
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Post by vagus32000 on Aug 13, 2008 16:46:48 GMT -5
Adam stopped and looked at Jennifer. He'd never told anyone what his standards were, especially women. It was something he never spoke about, even to his closest friends. He thought about saying something smart, then decided against it. He'd tell her the truth.
"Ya want to know what my standards are huh?" he said. "OK well they must be at least an 8, smart enough to hold an intelligent conversation with me, have no baggage as I hate drama, and they must not be the kind of woman who lords over men. That is one thing I will not accept from a woman. I won't do it to them and they better not do it to me. So there ya have it. Think ya meet them?"
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Post by esper on Aug 13, 2008 17:11:53 GMT -5
Jennifer paused beside Adam, but half turned to examine a display in a store window. A white, headless mannequin modeled a turquoise blouse and a long golden necklace that dripped from it’s neck. Her eyes roved over the bright glints that the gold made when it caught the light from the passing cars.
“I always thought myself a 7.5, you know? For decency’s sake. It always seems like the polite and humble response when someone asks you to judge yourself. And ‘smart’ and ‘intelligent’ are two very different things,” she said, holding up a finger. “You can educate yourself as much as you want, but if you aren’t intelligent enough to put it to good use then its worthless. And everyone has baggage- it's a part of life. I bet even you’ve had something happen to you in your past love life- who knows? Maybe you’re the kind of guy to hold a torch for a lost love.” Jennifer shrugged. “As for ‘lording over men’”, she scoffed, shaking her head a bit. “I’m sorry, but I have no problem with telling a guy where to shove it, and sometimes it’s for their own benefit.”
“So,” she said swirling to face him. She flashed him a bright smile, and clasped her hands in front of her. “Now that we’ve established that I do not meet your standards in the slightest, how about we go for a cup of coffee?” She grinned to herself, pulling on her jacket. “I’ll be needing something to counteract the effects of the alchohol… I’m a complete lightweight…”
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Post by vagus32000 on Aug 14, 2008 17:06:08 GMT -5
Adam shook his head in wonder, such a girl.
"You're right you don't meet my standards, but then not every woman does. As for coffee, we can do that. I see a place down the road here. We can go there."
He started walking toward it, not taking Jennifer's hand like he would of had she not disqualified herself to him. Her doing so had scattered the attraction he felt to her to the four winds, perhaps never to return. However, friendship was not out of the question and he hoped it would blossom. Although he had many 'friends-with-benifits' he had precious few 'friends plain and simple'. Stopping he turned to look at her again.
"Coming my dear?"
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