Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:13:41 PM)
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Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:14:56 PM)
*as they get there he walks with her and leads her into a private area just for the two of them* So... have you been in this are before? *as he thinks for a second* can I get you a drink?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:16:31 PM)
*She waits for Mensonge to exit the vehicle and walks him to the VIP. Her demeanor seems to relax even more, after they are there, past the security.* Oh yeah...I'm in the mood for some cold mint liquoir, if that's not too much? Been so humid lately. Phew. *she smiles and looks about* And yeah...I've been here, and come here occasionally. Not often, though. It gets a bit ...dead here sometimes...if you know what I mean.
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:20:23 PM)
*he chuckles a little to that. as he calls some one over to get her drink.. and smiles to her* but yeah. it is not to much... So, how offten do you come about this place?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:23:38 PM)
*sighs and slumps into one of the cozy white chairs* Ah, you call that a good subject? Or are you still trying to figure me out? Come on, you can shoot straight at me. No need to do sneaky pry and gnaw around the corners now that we are here. *she digs a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, pulls one cancer stick out with her fingertips, and puts it in her mouth. Then she gazes up to Mensonge, and desides not to... She takes it out of her mouth and slips it behind her ear for later use*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:26:09 PM)
*he nods a little* Okay... I am still trying to figer you out still... *me smiles* But maybe you should pick the topic then. *as he watches her with her smock* you do not have to stop on my acount.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:27:18 PM)
Well, I'd like to know if you are in the same cast with Madeleine and Xaiver, or the lower? One like myself, maybe? *she tilts her head with perhaps a hopeful clint in her eyes as she watches him curiously*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:29:06 PM)
*he shakes his head a little* Well I would not say I am the same as Madeleine and Xaiver... but as I belive you can tell I am not less then them.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:30:30 PM)
I wish I could, but sadly no...I can't tell. *she sigh s a little* I THINK I know what you mean though. Good for you.. *her eyes trail over his slim figure and the hopeful clint in her eyes turns into the look of a sad puppy on her face* Damn shame for me.
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:32:34 PM)
Oh? and why would you say it is a shame for you? *as he smiles* there is still quite a bit I can do... *as he offers her a small wink*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:35:18 PM)
Oh I know you could, but you know...I'm not gonna make you. *she wrinkles her nose slightly and shakes her head* Sorry, I don't mean to say there's anythign wrong with you. Just hoped I had met a nice warm piece of living flesh, you know? Still, it makes me wonder why haven't I met you before? Are you new in towm or something?
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:38:33 PM)
*he shakes his head some* I have been here for quite some time.... just work keeps me from having much of a socile life.. but I do happen to know some *as he smiles* warm piece of living flesh, if you would like to meet them. *as he smiles to her*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:41:57 PM)
Well...I suppose, since we are stripping off the masks, I shoudl introduce myself again. Another piece of living flesh. A humble servant. *she nods her head to him and smiles softly* And well...I have kinda got tired of dating. Just because everyone I pick up end up, or happen to be, like you or like me. *sigh* Like it's my curse.
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:43:54 PM)
*he offers a slight chuckle* well it is what is about to happen when you spend most your nights in clubs others of ower kind hang. *as he smiles*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:48:08 PM)
I don't even do that. *frowns a bit* I avoid this place and the Uderworld. Didn't I find you in a cafe? *She runs her fingers through her hair and appears frustrated with the subject Finally she takes a deep breath and pushes herself off the chair, just to come over to him* Oh well. I guess it's not so bad. I'm just having a bad time lately, that's all. I'm feeling so...you know. Everything is just so...somehow...and nothign is enough like that, and everythign is just somehow so...Absolutely just like that. And there's the whole thing including this all, just about everything.*she waves her hands about* I'm distressed.
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:52:00 PM)
*he smiles as he he offers his hand to her in the hope of pulling her onto his lap* Well I am sorry to hear your distressed. and I am sorry if I upset you. So if there is anything I can do for you?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 10:53:26 PM)
*She takes the hand and comes down on his knee. A moment there, looking at his face, and she smiles again.* Thanks, Mensonge. Where's that drink?
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 10:55:37 PM)
*he smiles to her as he looks around, and if by chanice the waiter comes with the drink and offers it over* Well then... that was nice timing.. *as mensonge's eyes drift down ward to see what it is of her body he can sneak away with*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:00:01 PM)
*To his bad luck, she was quite heavily dressed, for the weather, anyway. A long trenchcoat over a flowery summerdress. an odd combination, but it seems to match with the rest of the mess that she is. But then again..a dress is a dress. He coudl always sneak up under it, and by the very open position she is holding in his lap, she likely wouldn't hold it against him. Now her hands go to grab the glass, and she wets her lips in the cool mint liquoir.* Ah! great. *she nods and licks her lips clean* That's better. I was about to despair. *she looks to him and takes a deep breath* Now.. where were we? Did you just ask what you coudl do for me? I guess...you coudl tell me what you do? Like..what part do you play in all of it? *she moves the glass in her hand ian round motion to indicate 'all of it'*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:05:07 PM)
*he smiles some as his hand could not pass up the opertunity as his hand rests on her lap as he smiles some into her eyes* Well I am of high rank with my kind. *as he gloved hand slowly moves upward slightly pulling her dress up.* If Power excite you.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:07:52 PM)
*Quirks a brow, giving him an odd look* Why? You wish me to be exited? *then her eyes go to the hand that slowly creeps up along her slim legs* I well could be. But you know...it's not so much fun to be the only exited one around. What are you up to?
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:10:55 PM)
*he smiles to her some* Well you do not have to be the only one. as I may not be alive, but I can still get it up as it were... *as he moves his blood about in his body once more so that there is quite a little lump in his lap, poking a little at her from under his suit pants*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:14:19 PM)
*She smiles to him in return, but there is a sad look in her eyes. Incliining her head she presses her forehead agaisnt his and looks into his big blue eyes, much like her own, nearly touching his eyelashes with hers.* I know you can. I have found...that your kind can make good lovers. *she speaks quietly* You really put some effort to it. Can't say the same about these....ordinary guys. *the smile on her face sreads momentarily to a little smirk, but they milds up soon back to near sadness* But then I learned you don't get anything from it yourself. It's a sad thought. You only get pleasure from blood. Is that what you are after? *she whispers to him gently*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:17:42 PM)
*he shakes his head a little as he looks deeply into her eyes... as he offers her a small kiss* It is true for the older of us. but some times the young ones still find some pleasure in it. As for your blood, I have quite a few doners of my owen to pick from, what I see if more then that. *as he smiles to her in hopes what he speaks helps her feel for him*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:22:56 PM)
*Stays absolutely still, letting his lips briefly touch her own. Her eyelids fall partially over her eyes as his closeness and the honey voice in which he speaks with seem to intoxicate the air that she breathes. And he can feel it, when she exhales, warm against the skin of his face.* You are quite something, Mensonge. I give you that. *she whispers quietly, and lets her gaze drop down and trail over his body. Her own tenses up slightly, feeling the bulge that she sits on, and her curiousity soon gets the better of her. She parts her legs, and slips her hand between her thighs, pressign it down over that hard knob under the fabric of her dress*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:23:30 PM)
You sure make me want to believe you. *she whispers*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:28:15 PM)
*he smiles some as her hand moves over his body. as he smiles and whispers to her again as his hand explores her body some* And why would you not belive me? *as he kisses her neck some.* I want you, not your blood.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:30:41 PM)
*Closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Her hand tightens lightly over the erection, to steal a quik grope before she pulls the hand away and leans back.* Because my boss has told me off such things. *she lets the deep breath out as a heavy sigh, and looks elsewhere* No sex with the vampire, that is. And when he says no, then it is a no, you know?
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:33:03 PM)
*he nods a little as he steals another kiss from her* and who is your master? and the thing to ask is, what counts as sex? for there may be quite a lot we can do.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:35:27 PM)
Heh. Come on, don't play me a fool, Mensonge. *she avoids the kiss and sighs again* I am pretty sure that EVERYTHING counts as what he means. Everythign that gets you close enough to bite. *she tursn her eyes back to him, and her hand strokes his curly hair in an affectionate manner* Don't take it personally, okay? You know I'd love you up in an instant if I could. It's just safety regulations and whatnot...*shrugs*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:40:41 PM)
*he nods as his hand moves over her leg some more, but not any more up her dress* Well if it was anything that gets me close enough for a bite, then I am willing to keep my mouth closed. but I do not know how much fun that would be for youself... *as he moves in for another kiss but stops himself this time and pulls back a little, his lump still there as he seems to still be quite hopeful* By the way. you still have not told me who your boss is.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:44:24 PM)
Ah, well...I am kind of umh.. mutual property. A courier, of sorts... You can always ask Xaiver. He'll tell you anythign if that makes him feel useful for a while. *a hint of annoyanse can be heard in her voice* Ofcourse I can tell you too if you like, but I rather not...because you prolly wouldn't like it. *she smiles sadly*
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:46:37 PM)
*he shakes his head some to her* I do not belive there is anything you can tell me that would make me think less of you. But it does seem you dislike Xaiver some.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 16, 2011 11:50:46 PM)
Sure, don't you? Hasn't he offered to be your savior, if you believe in him and follow him and give him a bit of sacrifice? Pfft. *she shakes her headand thne sighs* Well alright...look here. *she moves the brim of her coat apart and stretches the neck of the dress underneath, so that it reaches down, revealign the skin over her chestplate, between her breasts. (which she woudl not show) There is a little burnmark. It looks like a grude image of a sad face.* That look familiar to you?
Mensonge (Oct 16, 2011 11:56:14 PM)
*he looks to the burn mark a little as he does not understand how it would be familiar but he does reach up and moves the shirt a little* I don't know... it is kind of hard to see... *as he smiles, as there is a hint that he may be trying to look for more.* and as for Mr.Myrick, well he does not bother me, he knows better.