song_tra_bong: (woman like a man)
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.
latino_menace: (Heh)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-08 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
'Did you get in trouble over all of that?'

He knows he did.
latino_menace: (Snerk)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
'Good.'

He smirks and takes the bottle off her.

'So you should have. Kissing me like that.'

Damn woman.
latino_menace: (Smile - Blue)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
'Well, yeah.'

Sure.

'You took advantage of me.'

He pauses and then grins.

'It was pretty fun getting to hit on things again though.'

He hopes she never tells Random he said that. or will, when he#s more sober.
latino_menace: (Smile/Small Smirk)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
'You have fucked up logic.'

More drink, and he relights his cigar.

'And if there's one thing I'll never lose, it's my touch.'

Of this, he is completely sure.
latino_menace: (Black Suit)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
'Of course you weren't thinking clearly, with me being hot and everything.'

He smirks more because he likes it when hot women say things like that about it. Well, who doesn't?

'So you're saying I was only sext then? What about all the other times you've hit on me?'
latino_menace: (Attention. You have mine. For now)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
'I used to flirt back all the time,' he reminds her. He can be honest about it.

He's not sure whether this conversation counts or not. He does know he's staring at her chest every time she looks away from him.
latino_menace: (Drinking - Suspicious/Calm)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Part of his still does too, that's part of the problem.

'So that's what it takes, is it?'

He eyes her over the rim of his glass. Fuck. He doesn't know what the hell he's doing. On one hand, he doesn't want to cheat on Random. On the other, it's been almost two months since he's had sex and he doesn't know how much longer he can take it. There's no telling when Random might have time to come home.

'I usually get what I want you know.'
latino_menace: (Unsure)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
He looks at her for a long time. A long time.

If I kiss you, we'll be fucking. And it'll destroy him.

This would be easier if he knew how Random felt about Vialle. But he doesn't and he's drunk and the music is loud and she's here and...fuck.

Eventually he just runs a hand over his face.

'Shit.'
latino_menace: (Reclining)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
'Maybe we should go.'

Or maybe not. What does he know right now, really? On an impulse he leans into her and whispers against her neck.

'But just so you know, I really really want to fuck you right now.'
latino_menace: (Thinking)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
'Didn't know you had any.'

The problem is, he doesn't either. Renowned for it. But he's trying. Her shuddering when he says things like that doesn't help. Partly he wanted her to say I know but you can't. And she hasn't and now what?
latino_menace: (Cigar - Musing)

[personal profile] latino_menace 2008-03-09 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He hasn't moved away either. He's waiting for her to do it. He keeps thinking she has to stop this and trying to think of Random but the problem with that is, everytime he does he remembers how absent he is.

So while he's waiting for her to move away he puts a hand on her leg and runs it smoothly up her thigh. It stops at the top - right at the top - and squeezes lightly.

'Perhaps you should use it now.'

Don't.

...no, do. Fuck.

Don't.
latino_menace: (Lost It All)

[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.'
latino_menace: (Reclining)

[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.'