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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 24, 2008 16:08:32 GMT -8
one of my personal favorites-
She almost blushed as she neared him, her path unobscured. Until. Another female grabbed her waist and pulled into a strange, seducative dance. Anabelle's eyes widened. Well. That would be uncomfortable. She quickly shook the girl off, glowering at the rising catcalls and excited yells of the men. She closed her eyes as she drew nearer the edge of the stage, growing lightheaded as dollar bills flashed towards her. How degrading.
Ohhhhhhhhh Stacey. lol
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 24, 2008 16:20:26 GMT -8
Tobias could only sit back and watch as Anabelle was pulled away. It wasnt the time to go and do what they came to do, so he sat. As he sat, his anger rose. He heard the calls of the men, and saw the showers of dollar bills being thrown up to the stage. The catcalls directed at Anabelle. The money being thrown at Anabelle. It made Tobias sick to think all these men found pleasure in seeing Anabelle like this, seeing the person that Tobias cared about most like that. Tobias wanted to get up and do something, but couldnt, as seeing Anabelle was closer than before to him on the edge of the stage.
Andrew would like to know what Anabelle's doing on stage, and would like to inform Tobias that if he'd been there he would have "showered dollar bills" onto Anabelle too. Yay 18th century England!
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 24, 2008 16:29:28 GMT -8
Anabelle quickly dipped behind the bar, becoming rather inventive rather quickly. She grabbed a large bottle of some unidentifabe hard liquor and popped open the cap. Almost all eyes were suddenly on her. The girls were giving her strange looks, as some crept forward. The two that had been heading in Tobias' direction paused. It was enough. Soon the liquor was spraying everywhere, girls soaked and glistening with the liquid. The crowd went wild again. Anabelle easily slipped down towards Tobias, nose wrinkled. She hated the smell of liquor like that. Still swaying to the music in a hypnotic type of dance, Anabelle leaned in towards him. Well, it could be called dancing if one had an imagination. A very creative imagination. "What's the plan?" she managed to say without seeming too suspicious, but by now all eyes were on the liquor soaked stage.
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Post by glamorousgnome on Apr 24, 2008 16:30:53 GMT -8
One, that was a nice distraction, thanks for that," he said. It was doubtful his voiced could be heard by anyone else because of the cheers and the music. "Okay, now, its time to get some payback. I'm sick of sitting here. Well, I didnt enjoy one aspect of this, but we'll talk about that later. Now, its time." He gave her a look, stood up, and to end the loud cheers, flipped over his table to get some attention. "Now," he said, his voice carrying over the crowd. "Ladies, wonderful show, but I would ask you to please leave now. My friend and I," he gestured to Anabelle, "have some business with the fellow men in your club." He watched as the girls filed out, looking scared but down because their fun and business was cut short. He turned and face the men again. "Now, which one of you would like to know why we stopped the shenanigans? You?" Tobias asked, pointing at the youngest of the crowd. "Come here, I'll tell you." He watched as the young man came over, and as soon as in arms length, Tobias reached back, slamming his fist into the jaw of the male, knocking him unconcious. "Any one else?" Andrew: what the HELL? know one invited you into the club in the first place! why?
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Post by Her Royal Highness on Apr 25, 2008 23:58:44 GMT -8
ooc: where the fuck is this from? ?
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