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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 25, 2008 20:25:08 GMT
*Shoots Rabastan a look of disgust, wanting to be completely alone with Aurelie*
So we're all friends here? How... great.
*Straightens himself up, staying near the doorway*
Are you finished with him? I don't like onlookers.
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 25, 2008 21:52:50 GMT
*looks down at her hands, not really sure what to do*
*ignores Julian's question*
We were having a drink. Would you like something?
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 25, 2008 21:59:58 GMT
*Rabastan brought the tip of his glass to his lips, when he stopped to lower it.*
*He returned Julian's glare ready to strike.*
*His heart sunk.*
*He chugged his Firewhiskey down and set the glass down.*
I've out welcomed my stay. I should go.
*He whispered.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 25, 2008 22:03:20 GMT
*Smirks so wide his mouth seems to stretch*
Appears so, yes.
*Swiftly turns to Aurelie*
Any drink will do, Aurelie.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 25, 2008 22:09:10 GMT
*He turns to look at Julian.*
*With a drawback of his fist he launches it foreward, hoping to hit him square in the jaw.*
*He looked at Aurelie then.*
*So much....for not hurting him and he disappeared.*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 25, 2008 22:11:54 GMT
*Staggers slightly, placing his hand on his jaw and glaring at where Rabastan was*
Low life b******.
*Fixes his eyes on Aurelie*
Why was he so angry?
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 26, 2008 3:16:31 GMT
*gives Rabastan a sad look as he leaves, hoping that he doesn't assume too much*
*tries to go after Rabastan as he leaves but holds back, knowing that it is better to let him cool off first*
*turns to Julian and blushes*
I... sorry about that.
*in spite of everything, is still momentarily distracted by Julian's beauty*
Um.... Oh, a drink.
*turns and pours a firewhiskey for Julian*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 26, 2008 20:16:02 GMT
*Takes the drink and sips*
It's not a problem. I just hope he didn't think anything of this.
*Points to Aurelie and then himself*
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 26, 2008 20:29:49 GMT
*has almost completely forgotten Rabastan by this time*
Who could?
*tries to make small talk*
How is school?
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 28, 2008 0:54:15 GMT
*Makes a bored sort of snort*
School is school. I had better pass this time around or it will verge on pathetic.
*Also tries for small talk, though in his case it's tiny talk*
And you? You're done with school.
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 28, 2008 2:12:47 GMT
*shrugs*
Yeah... I've nothing much to do. I didn't really think about a career and I've no real reason to work. But, I need something to occupy my time.
*moves to stand behind him and gently places a hand on his shoulder, feeling his tight body*
But, such is life, I suppose.
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 28, 2008 3:54:22 GMT
*Interest creeps onto his blank face*
Really? You haven't a boyfriend or cat or anything to help? That is a predicament.
*Moves her hand to his warm and tanned chest*
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 28, 2008 3:56:24 GMT
*gratefully slides her hand down his chest, leaning closer to whisper in his ear*
Well, there are a couple of distractions to be had here and there.
*lightly brushes her lips against his neck*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Oct 28, 2008 4:05:37 GMT
*Pats the back of her neck and presses her head closer to him while he pats her hair and neck*
Go on. That's a girl.
*Seizes her robes and brings them above her knees*
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Oct 28, 2008 4:09:52 GMT
*smirks*
Hasty, aren't we?
*moves so that she is facing him and straddles him, still sitting in the chair*
*runs her fingers through his hair softly and leans in to kiss him, softly*
*breathes in his scent, her head feeling dizzy*
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