Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:07:44 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:08:32 AM)
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Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:10:43 AM)
*Shariq is sitting in his usual spot, the club a bit fuller than normal since some of the other clubs in town have been flooded*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:21:04 AM)
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Carrot OOC (Sep 6, 2011 7:26:45 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:26:57 AM)
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Carrot OOC (Sep 6, 2011 7:27:02 AM)
(brb)

Carrot OOC (Sep 6, 2011 7:27:04 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:27:30 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:30:35 AM)
*Tasha enters, and pays the toll appearing very unhapy and unwilling, but does it nevertheless. She appearing like she didn't plan to have a night out. She wears casual clothing that looks like it was stolen off a sleeping hobo, cargo pants, an oversized t-shirt, and the usual boots. Her hair however is washed, and flows and waves with the bounce of her step, giving her casual outlook the feel of a fresh summer breeze...still quite ut of place in here.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:32:47 AM)
*He doesn't notice her at first, sipping his drink and occassionally chatting with the bartender*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:36:33 AM)
*Her face turns to smile when she sees Shariq, as soon as she enters. She heads that way, maybe for him, maybe for the bar.* Hi there. *She greets him when she parks herself next to him, pressign her front against the counter and reaching her arms far over the bartop in a more or less relaxed leaning position.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:37:07 AM)
*Smiles some when she joins him* Hello yourself. How are you doing?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:37:17 AM)
*He's dressed in a very nice suit, as usual*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:40:25 AM)
*Lifts her slim shoulders in a casual shrug, the t-shirt hanging loosely around her and makign her look like a human hanger.* Can't complain. Not too bad, I guess. *She looks to the bartender and purses her lip, thinking..* hmm...what do I want, what do I want... *she mumbles to herself thoughtfully an finally desides.* Some smirnoff and peanuts, thanks. *Then she turns her head and casts her big blue eyes back to the man next to her* And you, Shariq? Quite the storm last night, hmm? I hope you didn't suffer any damage?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:48:56 AM)
No no... I like storms.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:49:13 AM)
*Smiles and looks her over* Who's clothes are you wearing?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:51:01 AM)
Heh. That gives us somethign in common. *She comments while digging her wallet from her pocket. She looks herself over, following his words, and shrugs.* Second hand. Why, do you liek it? *she asks with a playful smirk while she places a note on the bartop to pay for her refreshments.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 7:57:22 AM)
*Chuckles* Well, you make almost anything look good. *Looks at the tender* Her drink is on me.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 7:59:33 AM)
*She shakes her head* Thanks, Shariq. But I rather buy it myself while I have the cash. I don't always have it, so you better take it when I do. *she insists, and leaves the note on the bar, wether the tender picks it up or not. Then she slides her little tush up on the next stool from him, and leans an elbow on the bar, watching him with a smile on her face.* I'll drink you bankrupt another night, alright.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:00:15 AM)
Very well.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:04:27 AM)
*She picks up the bag of peanuts and opens it carefully.* So how have you been, Очи чёрные? *she asks, and she smile on her face softens remarkably while her eyes are cast down, focused on the foil bag in her hands.* Just sittign here, all by yourself every day and night? I hope that's not all.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:05:22 AM)
He looks her over some as she sits there* Oh, no, I keep myself busy. I just come out here now and then. You seem to catch me here fairly often though.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:07:05 AM)
Oh yeah? What do you do then? I didn't think this club provides you so well...*she glances at him briefly, looking him over in a way that makes it obvious how she knows a fine suit when she sees one.* atleast not THAT well.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:07:54 AM)
Oh, I have several different businesses around town. *Smiles* What is it you do?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:09:29 AM)
This and that. *she finalyl breaks the bag...carefully, to avoid spillign any of it's content. Then she pours some nuts in her palm, and pushes them towards him to offer.* Casual jobs. Been thinkign it woudl be good to have an ACTUAL job, but my area only has those for hookers and strippers.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:12:47 AM)
What sort of actual job would you actually want? *Takes one nut and pops it in his mouth, chewing*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:14:43 AM)
I don't know. That's a very good quetiohn. *She flips the rest of the nuts in her palm into her mouth and chews a moment, looking around.* I guess my problem is I don't know what I want. And I need so little I can get that too easy. You tell me, Shariq. What do I look like? *she returns her eyes to him, and wipes a chip of peanut from her lower lip before she smiles again.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:17:26 AM)
My likes are many and varied my dear, to describe them all too you would take years and by then my tastes may have changed. *Looks back into her eyes*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:21:24 AM)
Yeah...it's the tricky thing about want, isn't it? It changes all the time. *she shrugs a bit and places the bag of peanuts on the bartop. Pushing her slim finger through the opening she rolls out a few to the counter.* Makes things difficult. When you are capable of so many things but can't deside what you WANT. *She pauses for a while, an her eyebrows come low, forming a bit of a frown over her eyes* ...I don't think we know eachother well enough to go to all that.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:22:18 AM)
Hmm? What do you mean?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:24:11 AM)
I don't want to be boring you with my babbling, Shariq. That's all. *she tilts her head and gives a timid smile, obviousyl directed to him, evne though her eyes are at the peanuts again. She picks up one and slips it into her mouth*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:26:34 AM)
Hungry? *Slides a hand over her back, rubbing it gently*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:28:30 AM)
*Shrugs again, not seemign to mind the hand on her back, but even stretching herself a little, holding her shoulders up after the shrug like a cat pushing against the petting hand.* Nah, not especially so. Just having zakuska. *Then she turns to look at him and quirks one brow in question* Why? If you are, just help yourself. I don't mind.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:29:29 AM)
Thanks for the invitation, but I'm fine. Any plans for the evening?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:33:26 AM)
*She sighs a little, and continues to roll peanuts out of the bag, one by one, lining them by one-another on the bartop.* No plans, really. I was hoping to find out some stuff about the city management. Like who takes care of plumbing and constructive streetwork and such. My block is like a hole where all water gathered up during the storm and it's still standing there. I love water, but I don't want to _live_ in it.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:33:49 AM)
But that....I doubt anyone does anything in the middle of the night, so..*She shrugs a bit* no plans before the morning, I guess.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:36:49 AM)
You have anyplace to stay for the night?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:37:23 AM)
*Looks to him with a small wicked smile on her face* Why? You want to offer?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:38:57 AM)
Well, I could put you up in a hotel room again, if you want. *Looks her over a bit, but the outfit doesn't really show her off that well.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:42:44 AM)
Always the gentleman. *She says softly, and brings her hand up to run a fingertip along the goatee that frames his face* Thanks, Shariq, but I think I'm fine. I mean...I wouldn't mind to be spoiled again, but...well, I just don't think it's totally fair to you. Taking advantage of your generosity. *she shakes her head* no. Not me.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:44:11 AM)
Well, I rather enjoyed last time. *Smiles*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:49:38 AM)
*Her smile widens a little, and she begisn pickign up the nuts that she laid on display before.* Yeah...*she says quietly, her eyes cast down to the bartop while she chews the nuts one by one. It may be possible to notice slight increase of red tones on her cheeks.* ..it was nice, I give you that. But you know...*she starts, and then hesitates a whil before she continues.* ...it one great opportunity that I never thought possible, and even less do I expect it to happen again.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:50:20 AM)
Is that why you haven't called or tried to meet me again?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:50:43 AM)
*She quirks a brow and turns her blue eyes to him.* Why? Did you want me to?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 8:51:12 AM)
Well, I wouldn't have minded. *Smiles*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 8:55:03 AM)
*She returns the smile, soft and gentle, somehow unlike her usual cool as cucumber ways.* That's sweet. I just figured it was a one night stand, that's all. I'm not really that...clingy type. *she shrugs a bit* Didn't want to make you think that I expected something of you, according to that night, you know? I hate it when guys stalk me after, so I don't do it to anyone myself.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:05:37 AM)
*Nods* Well, it's fine if you want it to have just been that one time. Up to you. *Sips his drink, watching her*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:08:03 AM)
Yeah...I guess I should apologize for that, really...*she turns to face the bar again, and finally notices the glass of smirnoff laying on it. She picks it up, and swirls it in the air to mix the liquid with the ice cubes.* I mean...making you go through all that trouble. I didn't mean.... any disrespect to you.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:10:13 AM)
Oh, no offense taken my dear. *Gives her cheek a little kiss*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:10:43 AM)
(lag alert)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:12:42 AM)
*The cheek rounds and plumps up a little when she smiles in responce to the kiss. Then she takes a little sip from her glass.* That's good! *she licks her lips, and looks around again, lowering her voice.* Besides...I have a feeling someoen might get jealous about it. Where's that red-haired maid of yours?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:14:23 AM)
I wouldn't worry so much about such things.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:15:10 AM)
*Stops her gaze on him with raised eyebrows* Well you should. You know what people say about redheads?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:18:26 AM)
*Smiles* You shouldn't worry about what I worry about.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:20:57 AM)
Heh. I guess not. But _I_ can still worry about my own things, you know? I don't want some femme-fatale put a bullet in me because of you, my dear Shariq. *she smirks and takes another sip from her glass, then looking to him again.* But you know...you asked about my clothes. If you REALLY want to get generous...well..could always take me shopping, I guess. *shrugs her shoulders somewhere under the oversized T-shirt* Most of my wardrobe was mudded in the flood, so I wouldn't mind, or tell anyone.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:22:37 AM)
*Chuckles* And what would you do for me in return? *Asked soflty with a naughty twinkle in his eye, leaning towards her*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:24:53 AM)
*Looks....no...GLARES at him oddly for a moment, but soon her expression softens and another smile spreads slowly on her face.* Hmm... what to give to a man who already has everything? *she muses, pressing her lower lip with a fingertip in contemplation.* Do you dare to make a wish? *asks with a tilt of her head*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:27:42 AM)
*Rae a bit at the glare, leaning back and watching her a few moments without a word, trying to figure her out*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:27:57 AM)
((Should I make an Emp roll?))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:28:28 AM)
((if you want, yes.))

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:32:48 AM)
(1 sux)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:34:05 AM)
((She looked surprised when he made it a matter of trade, and got her shields turned up a little))

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:34:59 AM)
((He was teasing her...))

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:35:23 AM)
*Shrugs* I suppose i don't.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:37:22 AM)
There must be SOMETHING you don't have, and what you desire. *she purses her lip in thought, watchign him with sincere curiosity in her eyes.* Tell me, Shariq. About your dreams and desires. I think those are what determine people most.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:38:38 AM)
I think we already discussed this. *Smiles*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:40:45 AM)
Oh.. *she blinks, struck dumb for a moment* Sorry. My memory is exellent, but short. *Then she downs the rest of her drink, and hits it empty to the counter.* If you'll excuse me...I msut go and umh....powder my nose. I will return shortly and you can deside what you wishto do. I have NOTHING for tonight, so...*she leaves it open and slips off her stool, looking aroudn for the ladie's room.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 9:41:28 AM)
*Watches her head off*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:41:36 AM)
(I need to go to eat. back soonish *hug*)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:41:40 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 9:57:32 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:00:14 AM)
*REtursn from the ladie's room, hands in pockets, adding that little bit of extra swing to her hips as she walks across the floor back to the bar.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:04:16 AM)
*Looks over at her and smiles a bit* So... where do you want to shop?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:07:50 AM)
You serious? *she asks with a wide smile on her face, and stops by his stool, so close that she can place her hands on his thigh, and push her hips forward untill they bump softly against the side of his.* I have NO idea! Somewhere classy, I hope. You wouldn't want anyone to think that you shop at Walmart or anythign liek that, do you? *the wide, playful smile adorns her face as she looks at him.* What places do you think are open at this hour? It's pretty late.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:12:07 AM)
*Chuckles and stands* Hmmm... I'm not sure... *Slides an arm around her* But I think we can find someplace.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:13:55 AM)
Alright. *She retursn the fond gesture by taking her own arm around the small of his back.* You lead and I'll follow.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:14:32 AM)
*Heads out, Tyrone getting up from one of the tables to hurry over and proceed them out, getting the limo ready*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:15:10 AM)
*She glances over her shoulder at the man who moves to follow them.* Who's that?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:16:33 AM)
That's my driver... don't recognize him?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:17:29 AM)
Eh.. no. I don't think I've been to your car yet. *She shrugs a little and gazes up to his face, givign him another smile.* Such an honor.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:20:19 AM)
Oh, that's right... we walked to the hotel last time. *Grins and keeps walking with her* Well, you are in for a treat, it's quite a nice car.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:22:36 AM)
I would be surprised if it weren't. *Walks along, holding her hand lightly over his back.* Nice is your other name, innit, Shariq? I am surprised you'r still a bachelor. No doubt many ladies have tried...

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:23:59 AM)
I like to give people what they want... or need.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:25:58 AM)
Really? Hmm...that's....kinda strange. I never really beleived in sharity..*she purses her lip thoguhtfully* I guess it's alright, if you can afford it. But bad if peoepls tart t...expect it of you, you know?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:26:39 AM)
(tart t=start to)

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:33:32 AM)
*Nods* Well, I can be charitable when I want too.. I'm not always though.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:35:05 AM)
Well, then I concider myself a lucky girl. *she gives him a quik smirk and then looks around.* So ...umh.. where's this car of yours?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:39:56 AM)
Just around the corner of the building. *And he leads her there, Tyrone having already gotten to it and has the back door of the nice shiney black limo open for them*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:40:51 AM)
Ah! A limo! *Her face brightens and she slips herself free from under his arms.* Hi. *She flashes a smile to Tyrone before diving in through the open doorway.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:41:21 AM)
Hey. *Tyrone says in his deep voice*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:42:43 AM)
*She scoots to the midseat and looks around, half waiting to see if Shaiq would follow through the same door or use the opposite one before she would get comfortable..*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:43:05 AM)
brb

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:43:28 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:47:55 AM)
..

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:48:49 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:50:23 AM)
(your turn =) )

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:51:23 AM)
*After she gets in Shariq will slide in beside her and Tyrone will head to the front* Can you think of any nice stores that would be open this late? I could check my phone, see what I can find. That will be fine. *And he rolls up the divider so he and Tasha are alone in the back*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 10:54:39 AM)
*She scoots to the side to give him more space...but not too much, certainly she was not trying to avoid him. She leans back in her seat and swings one leg over another in a comfortable lounging position, looking quite at home already.* So about those ladies... *She starts, looking to Shariq with another kind of playful clint in her eye now that they are left alone in the closed space of the car.* You say that you liek giving them what they want. Anyoen ever wanted to marry you?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 10:58:52 AM)
Once or twice... but there's only so far my eagerness to please goes.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:01:43 AM)
That's what I thought. *she nods and runs her fingers through her hair to push it back over her head, off her face.* You don't strike me as the type. A pity, though, for those who go craaaaazy over you. *She gives him a bit of a wink* Like myself.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:04:10 AM)
*Chuckles* I don't know if you are the type to settle down yourself.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:08:15 AM)
*shrugs a bit and turns her head to look out the window as the car starts moving.* You might be surprised. *she comments....but soon shares her head like trying to drop a passing thought out of it* no..no..yes. I'm not really the type. *Then she turns quiet again.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:11:07 AM)
You alright? *Tyrone must have found a place because he starts to drive the limo away*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:14:41 AM)
Yes. Just thinking. *She turns her head to look back to him and pushes a lock of hair behidn he ear.* Thinkign too much, sometimes. *A tender smile forms on her lips again while she watches him in the dimly lit car.* I almost got married, not long ago...but...well, I was too late to propose and someone got the guy before I did. *she shrugs a bit.* So I guess I am a bit disappointed, still. Sorry that I brought it up.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:15:29 AM)
Ahh... who was the guy?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:18:13 AM)
brb

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:18:16 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:21:57 AM)
He was... a smooth uptown guy born with the silver spoon in his mouth. Not really my type, I guess, but ...I really wished that he was. *she shrugs, still watching him.* I guess it's pretty natural to fall for the type, but I am pretty angry at myself about it. I mean...it was a stupid idea. *she sighs and looks out the window again.* The girl who got him makes a much better match to him anyway.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:22:02 AM)
(lag alert)

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:23:00 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:24:18 AM)
(wb!)

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:25:31 AM)
(ty)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:25:58 AM)
He was...a smooth uptownh guy born with the silver spoon in his mouth. Not really my type, I guess, but...I really wished that he was. *she shrugs, speaking casually, still watchign him.* I guess it's pretty natural to fall for the type, but I'm still kinda angry at myself about it. I mean...it was kinda ridicilous. *she sighs and looks out the window again*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:30:38 AM)
*Nods* It happens I suppose.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:31:53 AM)
Yeah, it does. I just wanted to tell you so you understood if I am a bit...reserved. *she continues to look out the window at the city lights floating by as the car moves forward.* So you don't go thinking it has somethign to do with you.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:34:08 AM)
*Nods* Well, just because you got hurt once doesn't mean you have to give up having a good time now.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:36:18 AM)
Oh, I'm not goign to. *a smile returns to her face. She turns aroudn on her seat, so that her back is towards him, and lays it against him to get closer and comfortable.* But I don't really see why you woudl go through so much trouble to give me the good time. What do you get from it yourself, hmm?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:37:19 AM)
*Slides an arm around her, across her tummy* I get time with you.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:40:12 AM)
Heh. Well I didn't think it to be so precious. *She smiles, and catches his hand when it comes to her front side. She holds it up with her own, and begins running a fingertip over the back of it in gentle circular and smooth motion like drawing something on his skin.* Don't take me wrong, Shariq, I really like having some of your time aswell.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:45:16 AM)
That's good. *Nuzzles her hair, smelling it some*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:49:24 AM)
*She smells fresh, clean. Obviously washed with parfumed shampoo earlier today. She continues to caress the back of his hand with her fingertips, ever so slightly, running her touch over his knuckles and along the veins that are visible thorugh his skin.* Yeah..it is. *She says quietly.* It's like...stepping into a new world, when you are around. My own world is...harsh. Made of concrete and metal. But right here it feels like velvet, in your arms....*she titls her head back to look over her shoulder at him.* ...but you propably know that, right?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 11:53:54 AM)
*Smiles* I try to spoil myself and my companions.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 11:57:49 AM)
That's a damn good principle! *she nods, looking ahead and through the opposite window again to the passign streetview.* I envy you. For having that possibility. But then again, I don't really know that much about your life otherwise. Could be hell, as far as I know. *she slips her fingers through his and just holds his hand agaisnt her stomack as the car moves on.* Atleast you got some loyal friends, like Xaiver.

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:00:55 PM)
((Did we ever meet Xaiver together?))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:01:12 PM)
(Hmm, don't think so))

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:02:14 PM)
You know Xaiver?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:03:43 PM)
Yeah, we hang around, sometimes. *She shrugs a bit, trying not to nudge him too hard with her shoulders as she does.* He offers me a place to stay on bad nights too, but eh...I am not THAT desperate. *she says with an amused tone to her voice*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:06:34 PM)
*Chuckles and kisses her temple*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:08:25 PM)
*she seems to freeze for the moment his lips touch her skin, and her eyes close. She lays there quietly for a while, before a catlike smile turns te corners of her mouth upwards* mmhmm...do that again?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:08:59 PM)
*Kisses her again, this time behind her ear*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:11:34 PM)
*The smile only widens, while her eyes remain shut, and she reaches her ree hand...the one that is nto holdign his, up to touchhis face.* uhh, that tickles! *She grins with delight, and tilts her head a little, allowing him to proceed lower along her neck, if he so wishes or finds himself able to reach that low.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:14:41 PM)
*Nuzzles his nose and lips down along her neck*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:17:49 PM)
*She lays still a moment longer, then turns slowly, rolling around and grawling up to face him. Letting one thighslip over his to come half way into his lap, she glances into his arms briefly before laying her lis softly over his for a warm and sensual little kiss.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:20:11 PM)
*Kisses back, sliding his arms around her waist as he does*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:24:27 PM)
*She places her hands to rest on his shoulders, and arches her back slightly to bend her slim body closer against him like a willowbranch. Her lips nip his, gently urging him and provoking him to go on.* mmh...I hope it is a long way..to wherever we are going. *She murmurs gently between the small kisses she keeps planting on his lips.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:31:46 PM)
*Smiles against her lips* Me too... *And the limo comes to a stop*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:36:26 PM)
*Feels the vehicle comign to a halt, and desides to carry on despite it. She brushes her lips softly along his, and presses them lightly against his cheek then, stopping there simply to breathe him and enjoy the feel of his skin. Her hand moves to the back of his neck and trails softly up long it. She slips her fingers into his hair, enthralled by the silky feel of them.*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:40:16 PM)
Mmm... *Kisses back, hands sliding up her side running along her soft skin there as the shirt is pushed up a bit*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:44:24 PM)
*She feels warm. The skin and flesh pinned tight over the core in it's arched-up position. She caresses his hair on the back of his head, her other hand now creeping up on the front, and cupping his chin gently while she continues to place tender warm kisses all around his face.* You sure are a wonder, Shariq..*she whispers as she passes his ear.* Tell me...is it really good for you too?

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:49:18 PM)
(brb)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:51:22 PM)
(lag alert)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:51:45 PM)
(passed)

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:52:28 PM)
((heh))

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:52:50 PM)
Mmm... yes, it is... *Nips teasingly at her chin*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 12:56:31 PM)
*She brings her other hand also to his chin, cupping his face in her hands. She presses his forehead agasnt his, and gazes into his eyes.* No pretendence? *she asks, her tone turning harsher, but onyl slightly.* I have been told...that your kind does not enjoy it, the way I do. And oh, how sad I was to ear hat, Shariq....so...disappointed. *she sighs*

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 12:59:59 PM)
Ahh... so you know about my kind do you? *Smirks*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 1:02:21 PM)
*She tilts her head a little, still holdign his face gently in her hands, her eyes admiring his face even there is much sadness in them.* Yes, ofcourse I do. I didn't...last time. *She kisses him one more time, gently on the lips.* But don't worry, Shariq. I don't hate you for it. I had fun. I am only sad that you propably didn't...

Shariq Rashidi (Sep 6, 2011 1:07:23 PM)
*Chuckles* Oh, I quite enjoy it... there may be some who don't but to me it is quite pleasurable. ((He's on path of Ecstacy. He's inta all sortsa naughty things and decadence.))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 1:10:13 PM)
*Gives him a bit of a smile, and finally releases him by pulling her hands away and giving him some space. She sits back in the seat next to him.* I want to believe you. And hell...if what you say i true I am really happy. Because honestly I ment no disrespect towards you, or wanted to mislead you to some unwanted actions. *She holds her hand gently on his thigh for a moment.* So...is everything alright? Between me and you?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 1:15:04 PM)
((sorry, I really need to go now. See you aroud *hug* Thankyou fr RP.))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 1:15:29 PM)
((my apologies for the quik leave))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 6, 2011 1:15:31 PM)
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