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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 8, 2011 21:57:02 GMT -8
Alonzo looked around the downtown area. After Boston, it wasn't stunning, but the variety and neon lights still caught his eye. Besides, it wasn't like he spent all his time down here, or not like he could usually afford it so much. Shifting his hat, his attention was caught but a particularly bright sign, and thus he ran right into somecat on the sidewalk.
"O-oh, sorry!"
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Post by sybbil on Oct 8, 2011 22:43:37 GMT -8
Bombalurina clutched desperately at her precious camera as the wayward tom slammed into her. "Hey, watch it!" Turning to snap something indelicate in the idiotic tom's face, she saw his face and her glare turned coy, her shoulders easing back to subtly accentuate her finer...ahem, assets. "Well hello there, handsome."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 8, 2011 22:54:58 GMT -8
Alonzo opened his mouth for another apology and froze, eyes tracking down before snapping back up to the queen's face. "I, um, erm, handsome?" he managed. "Oh, hardly. I don't go by that," he babbled. "I go by Alonzo usually."
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Post by sybbil on Oct 8, 2011 23:11:20 GMT -8
"Handsome, Alonzo; either work for me." She started to lay it on thick with her deep husky voice usually reserved for fools and the bedroom, since it had been a while since she had been able to flirt like this. Mr. Hunt had been mostly ignoring her at work. Time to play. "Do you like what you see, Handsome Alonzo?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 8, 2011 23:17:17 GMT -8
"Personally, I'm good with just Alonzo?" he said, flustered already. "Is there something wrong with your voice? It sounds a bit like you might be having, well, erm, issues. And I'm not sure that's a polite question to answer, m'am."
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Post by sybbil on Oct 10, 2011 16:04:30 GMT -8
"Well then, Just Alonzo, how about you, me, and that rather attractive stutter find someplace where that question is polite?
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 10, 2011 18:25:24 GMT -8
He blinked in shock again, swallowing hard. "Erm, there's a place where that question is polite?" he asked in confusion.
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Post by sybbil on Oct 17, 2011 0:09:53 GMT -8
Her voice was a purr by this point. "Oh, there are dozens of places, big boy. What do you say to ...drinks at one of 'em later tonight? I've got nothing going on. My treat."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 17, 2011 19:51:58 GMT -8
"You mean like...?" he started and took a step back. "No, absolutely not. You must be out of your mind. I don't see myself as a law breaking citizen."
((Whoops... Only character I have who really cares about prohibition, go figure.))
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Post by sybbil on Oct 23, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -8
((Typical. Then again, Bomba had it coming suggesting going to a speak in the middle of the street. Then again, it's Felidae...))
"Aw, don' be like that, Sugar. It's not hurting anyone."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 23, 2011 22:36:31 GMT -8
"Well, no, but it," he blinked. "A little bit of decorum! It's the middle of a street!" he was nearly squeaking.
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Post by sybbil on Oct 27, 2011 19:12:33 GMT -8
"That's why I asked if you wanted to go someplace else later, Just Alonzo. So, what do you say?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 27, 2011 20:03:32 GMT -8
"I," he blinked rapidly, taking a half step back to gain some space. "W-where did you have in mind?"
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Post by sybbil on Oct 30, 2011 23:36:56 GMT -8
Bomba's grin widened. "Oh, just a little place called the Chrysalis. Nice little place with a hopping jazz band and no questions asked."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 31, 2011 9:56:04 GMT -8
"Oh, well, I mean, that is, I think it is a lovely little place but..." he floundered again, half inclined to see if he could start backing up.
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