<font color=iceblue>She arched a brow and tugged at the stings of her joggers absently, switching her hips before pushing away from the counter "Oh... I was dancing... working on a new routine for my class... Hey you want a drink?" She forgot her manners sometimes- she tended to forget when people weren't used to being in her house, where she expected everyone to help themselves to anything.</font> -- The Banks Home

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Date Posted: 12:09:35 07/03/04 Sat
Author: Tara
Subject: She arched a brow and tugged at the stings of her joggers absently, switching her hips before pushing away from the counter "Oh... I was dancing... working on a new routine for my class... Hey you want a drink?" She forgot her manners sometimes- she tended to forget when people weren't used to being in her house, where she expected everyone to help themselves to anything.
In reply to: Jake 's message, " Knock, Knock, Knockin' on heavans door " on 11:08:14 07/03/04 Sat

>He had flowers sent here the day before and now here
>he was himself - clad in dirty style torn jeans, flip
>flops,and a tight tee shirt that read "Beachtown
>Summer camp". His hair was messy but stylish, his eyes
>wandering over the house. This place seriously
>hardcore money, definate plus - not to mention the
>girl was gorgeous...it was turning into a nice little
>distraction for awhile...

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He shook his head, smiling a bit at her - she ws cute. "Nah doll, I am alright." He smiled a bit, his eyes taking in the place. "Feel like giving a tour?" -- Jake, 12:15:43 07/03/04 Sat