<font color=silver>(He smirked at her response.. her little firey bouts amused him. He got into the car and fired it up, backing out and driving some distance to a hotel he frequented under another name. Looking over at her in the car, he reached over to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.) Now who is this Patrick lad you're talkin bout? (He asked, his eyes going back to the road as he drove the short distance to the hotel.. hopeing it would be safe there. He could almost feel her pissed at him and he smirked a little, the wee lass could steam up a car with that glare.) And doona think you're gonna be goin out alone until this is over, lass.</font> -- RD Future: Downtown

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Date Posted: Wed, Dec 21 2005, 8:38pm PST
Author: Jackson
Subject: (He smirked at her response.. her little firey bouts amused him. He got into the car and fired it up, backing out and driving some distance to a hotel he frequented under another name. Looking over at her in the car, he reached over to tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear.) Now who is this Patrick lad you're talkin bout? (He asked, his eyes going back to the road as he drove the short distance to the hotel.. hopeing it would be safe there. He could almost feel her pissed at him and he smirked a little, the wee lass could steam up a car with that glare.) And doona think you're gonna be goin out alone until this is over, lass.
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She growled at his touch, slapping his hand away though it wasn't in a hateful way, just an 'I'm aggravated and grumpy with you' kind of way. "Patrick is my boyfriend. What, did you think that I just sat at home all by my little ole lonely self pining away till a rogue with an accent came to sweep me off my dainty little feet?" She growled out, her southern answer thick with her agitation. "Ya got an ego the size of Texas, you know that?" She growled out again, huffing as she looked out the window. Her eyes widened in moral outrage as she looked at the hotel. "I am not goin' into a hotel with you!" (NT) -- Jailynn, Wed, Dec 21 2005, 8:43pm PST