Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 1:47:17 AM)
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Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 1:47:46 AM)
*Is wainting inside, Ms. Gray nowhere in sight.*
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 1:50:09 AM)
*Tasha enters. She looks exacly same as earlier today, dressed in sunglasses, skinny jeans, a top....but this time she wears a coat over it. Nothing so classy to wear to a casino, but she seems to be able to make it fashion just by her attitude. After entering the room, she pushes the sunglasses of her face to the top of her hea, and gives a bit of a smirk and a quirked brow to the man who is inside.* Good evening.
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 1:51:43 AM)
Hello Tasha. *His smile warms her even if she knows of his monstrous nature... There is a large box on the table... And a tray covered with a napkin.* Close the door, please. *Despite his smile, she can tell, somehow, that he is annoyed by something.*
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 1:56:24 AM)
*swirls around in smooth motion and pushes the door shut. Then turns much the same way. She puts her hands into her pockets, and stretches her back to bring her slim shoulders up in some unique pose of hers.* So what's up? Hard to beleive you couldn't find company for tonight, but I am flatterd that you'd give me a call. *she says casually, with much less sarcasm to her words than there could be.*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 1:57:43 AM)
I could have company, but I wanted you. I will confess Tasha, I am somewhat annoyed tonight and I would like to be amused. I enjoyed your attitude at the cheap place. Will you deign to spend some amusing time with me, for a small price I will pay you?
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:01:33 AM)
*Her eyebrows jump up on her face, and the blue eyes stand in the face blankly for a second. Then the brows come back down to form a steady frown.* What? You think I'm some kind of a clown? *she snaps, then quikly catches her tone and continues with a totally calm voice.* It's a casino. There should be comedian acts and plenty of games and booze to give you a fun time. Why should _I_ bother to entertain you? I'm not gonna flip for a coin, I got this thing called dignity.
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:03:06 AM)
*He smiles* No, not a clown. But you do have attitude. Quite refreshing. Besides, my entertainment has nothing to do with clowns. *He looks at the box* Open it, see if you like it.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:04:09 AM)
*Steps over the table and brings one hand out of her pocket. With it she flips the box open and gazes inside without bending her back to it.*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:04:41 AM)
*Her boots are in there... They look like they would cost some 2 grand.* (( https://d1ij7zv8zivhs3.cloudfront.net/assets/1785525/view_large/c631b72f79fa310db9c7dfc842046dbd.jpg?1278648614 ))
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:06:53 AM)
Meh. Nice. Would make me one head taller, I guess. *she comments and lets hr eyes dift to the man behind the table.* So what you want for your entetainment then? And what got you in the bad mood in the first place? Can I smoke in here?
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:08:24 AM)
You can, but you probably should wait on the smoking. The boots are yours if you will only wear them for me in here. And only them. Does that offend your dignity?
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:09:59 AM)
Yeah, it does Sorry. *she lets the cover drop back over the box* I think you've figured me out all wrong. I mean....do I look like a stripper whore to you? *it was a sincere question, not an accusation this time.*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:10:35 AM)
No. I don't know what you look like.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:12:39 AM)
*Nods* Right. And I have a great body, by the way. *She says as if to correct her earlier statement. Then she cocks her chin up again.* So I guess you need to find someone else, Marcel. Bad luck and sorry to disappoint you. Should I leave you to it?
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:14:26 AM)
Well, you don't get the boots... The rest of my offer was this... *He pulls the napkin covering the tray and it shows a couple long lines of coke, a few pills of extasy and other assorted drugs.* You looked as if you needed something, not blood, I thought I could provide something.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:17:54 AM)
*Her eyes flash, but it is difficult to say what the reason to this was. Her hand goes up and pulls the sunglasses back on her nose to cover her eyes.* Yeah, like I said, Marcel...you figured me out all wrong. I don't do any of that. *tilts her head towards the stuff on the tray.* But you really seem to commit on the task at hnd, I give you that. Why so desperate to see me naked?
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:18:27 AM)
Oh, the drugs were not about your nakedness. *He shrugs* I do apologise for any offense however.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:19:00 AM)
So what are they for then? *the hand finally slips into her pocket, where it came from*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:19:18 AM)
Does it matter, since you are obviously leaving?
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:20:08 AM)
*shrugs a bit* No. It doesn't. I'm curious, that's all. And you haven't ven tried to bribe me with money yet, so it has to be somethign special.
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:20:56 AM)
Money instead of a gift? That would be rather uncouth.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:21:26 AM)
Depending on what it is, I might jsut do it for free too. Never hurts to ask. *she smirks*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:22:27 AM)
Th e drugs, I just wanted to see you consume whatever you choose and then spend some time with me. As I said, entertaining me however you thought appropriate. Obviously, however, I have misjudged you as you pointed out.
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:25:08 AM)
Yeah....and it's pretty sad, you know? That you have to pay for the company. That's indeed somethign that SHOULD come for free. *She turns to the door and puts her hand on the handle. Leaning her elbo against the door she glances back once more.* Give it another try, another day, and I'm up for it. Just don't try to buy me, alright? And with all that stuff you have there....*her hidden eyes turn towards the table* ..you'll do fine tonight.
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 2:25:49 AM)
I will indeed. *He smirks at something. Apparently she did seem to amuse him.*
Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 2:26:19 AM)
*opens the door and slips through, polite enough to close it behind her*
Marcel Powell (Sep 22, 2011 3:04:04 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 22, 2011 3:04:13 AM)
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