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Mary Anne Bell ([personal profile] song_tra_bong) wrote2008-02-29 06:08 pm
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The door opens onto a dimly lit bar. Two men in suits sit at a table by the wall, speaking in low voices; they don't look up when Mary Anne and Ramon walk in.

Four men at the pool table in the back do look up, then go back to their game. Their rolled up sleeves show off jailhouse tattoos--tattoos that mean murderers, time served, rank in their organization. Just because they aren't staring openly doesn't mean they aren't paying attention. The fact that no one makes a fuss just yet over Ramon's machine gun is telling.

A waitress in a short skirt goes by with a tray, delivering drinks to the suits by the wall. Mary Anne heads for the bar, taking a seat that's a few stools over from the next man. She beckons the bartender over.

"Vodka for me and my friend," she says in flawless Russian. "And keep them coming. We're out on the town tonight."

The bartender shakes his head. "You picked a hell of place to come," he says, but pours the drinks all the same then wanders down to the customer at the other end of the bar.
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[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He kisses her back with everything he can muster right now, pressing her against him as much as he can, wanting so much just to get her clothes off and have a body against his again, anyone because he can't take it. Then he remembers that its her and not Random and she's kissing him and he moans softly into her mouth because they've been dancing round this forever and this is only the second time and might just be the last and he does really really want to fuck her.

And then it's freezing cold and she's breaking the kiss and moving away.

'OK.'

Shit. Yeah.

'OK.'
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[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
'Yeah.'

He waves a hand, half distracted, half irritated because he's wound so tight and now there's nowhere to go.

'Fuck it, we're always around aren't we?'

Aren't they? He turns away to glare over the lake.

'See you.'