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Date Posted: 23:28:41 08/14/03 Thu
Author: Roxie
Subject: .a kiss on the hand can be quite continental.
In reply to: a d r i a n 's message, ".[lost in la mancha]." on 01:05:48 08/14/03 Thu



She flicked her russet tail lightly in the relation to an eccentric transition—the scrim lighting soon changed as that tail became the beaded tassels which lined the next-to-nothing pleats of silk and sequin adorning her frame. She brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a ‘swig’, for lack of a better turn, but let it slip through the opening of her painted lips with an arch of her eyebrow.

Aren’t we the happy boy, Adrian.

She knew the rumors. Bitch. Harlot. Slut. Whore. Big Brother had taken what he wanted and given her two brats in return—his sleazy form of a tradeoff. But they really didn’t share words since then….call it a plastered lack of judgment. She didn’t care where her sorry excuses were progency were—alive was enough for her, they were old enough to scrounge for themselves now. She shifted weight and her stilettos clicked, giving him a kind of nodding, eyeroll, ‘let me level with you here’ kind of façade. Whatever she planned to say, she didn’t however, and her form just seethed a sardonic simper instead.

“Thanks.”

She doesn’t bother hesistation with emotionless stygian orbs as she continues, tossing back her exquisite face as one lock of mahogany tresses sweeps across her smooth face.

“Who cares.” She decides on decisively. “I didn’t want them—they didn’t want me. Its mutual.” She gives a wonderfully fake beam, eyes batting sarcastically. “How ever so nice of you to ask.”

She enjoyed his toying sense of humor, and decided to return his swing with a counter…just a hint to twinge a nerve, nothing intentionally hurtful. It was no secret that the council was blowing over about as seriously as if he had done it wearing a clown nose—her TT had shunned it absolutely, and from what she heard the rest of them laughed it off.

“So, hows that council coming?”

She replied wistfully with the utmost seriousness, but giving in to the smile tugging to reveal startlingly immaculate teeth—even for a smoker she kept every bit of her in check, always perfect and articulate. She again tucked away the defiant strand of hair with a blood red painted fingernail. She let that hand slide limply down…brushing across her ear, which was lavishly bejeweled with luscious diamonds, down her neck to exquisitely feminine collar bones and then briefly swept over her voluptuous and quite well-endowed chest.

Eyes up here, Adrian.

Not forgetting about Adrian but meerely wishing not to shun the other, she threw an affiable smile in his direction.

"Howdy. Roxie."

She said ostentatiously--little ol' Roxie always had been quite the party gambit.

.R O X I E.

.but diamonds are a girl's best friend.

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