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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 4:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 12:54 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 3:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2012 1:07 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 9:46 pm
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Leona snarled a bit as he called her 'Leo', letting the smoke trail out of her mouth through her teeth. "My name is Leona. Not 'Leo'." Looking up at the waiter, she took another drag. "Let's do the strongest shot of liquor you have. Make it a double."
She took another drag and looked at Cael, long and hard, wondering what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Did he think boozing her up would make her easy? Unfortunately for him, it wouldn't. It would just make her either meaner than she already was, or just...wild. What kind of wild depended on the company she was with, but she hadn't been intimate in thousands of years. Not since he died.
Leona realized she was clenching her jaw as the waiter came back with their drinks. Taking her shot, she downed it without thinking, setting the glass back down a little harder than she meant to. As the fire of the alcohol spread through her belly, she slid down in her chair a little more, resting her head on the back, and taking another drag.
"So,Cael, how'd you get roped into this?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 10:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2014 12:09 pm
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Leona didn't expect him to apologize, she never did. Although someone showing her respect was a change. She eyed him cautiously. She had to remind herself she wasn't dealing with a mere mortal, but with another demon. Someone old and with power, like herself. She could respect that, she supposed.
Your...mother?, she chuckled. You let your mother force you to go out on a "date"? It was so horribly amusing to imagine this male being forced to to anything by some pushy female. Of course, she was a pushy female herself....well, not so much pushy as forceful. Taking another drag of her cigarette, Leona narrowed her eyes behind her glasses and let a smirk cross her face. She knew she was probably playing a dangerous game, but that was what made it fun. Anything?, she asked. Steak sounds good. And maybe another shot of whiskey.
His question to her instantly soured her expression. Snorting, she sat up and flicked the ash off the end of her cigarette into the ashtray the restaurant had provided. At least they'd done that much to accommodate her. My....partner. She thinks I need to get out and do more than just...work. I keep telling her to keep her nose out of it, but she won't listen. Damned fool. But, she just rolls her eyes and keeps at it. I suppose that's why I put up with her. Putting out her cigarette, Leona looked back at Cael. What's on the agenda after dinner? From what I understand, it's the male that picks what to do on these things.
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