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Post by Judas Shaw on Aug 4, 2009 20:36:45 GMT -5
He paused. Then he smiled. She couldn't really have been hinting at it, could she? Well, he was going to assume so, since he had wanted to invite her over anyway but was afraid it was too forward. You could never tell with people.
"I was planning on being alone, but having someone around is always nice." He smiled again. "Would you like to come over and" he was not going to say 'writhe with me' "keep me company for a little while?"
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Post by Denise McCulloch on Aug 4, 2009 22:36:38 GMT -5
Oh of course she'd been hinting at it. Why wouldn't she? Whether or not she understood what he wanted, she knew what she wanted. And that was the man right across the table. In any way, shape, or form possible. Be that something as simple as sitting around chatting. Or in his place doing...well. What people do in places alone. Use your imagination.
She smiled back. This was an excellent trip. Picking up her tea, she took a sip before answering him. The smile still all over her lips. "Of course. I would love to."
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Post by Judas Shaw on Aug 4, 2009 22:44:16 GMT -5
"Sounds brilliant," Judas grinned widely, very pleased with himself and these events. He was getting extra money, and taking a gorgeous girl home with him.
"There's a table over there looking for their checque," he told her. "I'll be back in a flash." Okay, maybe not a flash. He did have these injuries, after all. But he stood up and made his way to the table to drop their checque off and to another to get their order.
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Post by Denise McCulloch on Aug 4, 2009 22:56:58 GMT -5
Denise smiled, rather happy with the situation at hand. She was going to go with him to his place after he got off. Beautiful....God she sounded like such a hussy. Really it wasn't something she did often. In fact, hardly ever. But sometimes you had to go with the flow. And the flow went with Judas. What a wonderful flow that was.
"Alright." She nodded, sipping at her tea. Which she fully intended on finishing before they should leave. Watching him as he walked, she sighed a bit. It was really a shame that he was hurt. But it helped her.
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Post by Judas Shaw on Aug 4, 2009 23:29:16 GMT -5
Judas managed to get the checque to his first table without even limping, and almost all the way to the counter with the other's order. He sat down on the stool to wait the few minutes until everything was ready before sliding it all onto a tray (damn, it was a lot of stuff).
"When did Gina get off?" he asked his boss, who was behind the counter filling orders, where he usually was.
"Close," Oh, gosh. Judas wished she had told him, though, to be fair, he hadn't asked and it made perfect sense. "But you're limping and slowing everything down, so I can let you off when Rhonda was supposed to leave and keep her the extra time to close." Rhonda looked positively thrilled at the prospect. No, literally. In her defense, Judas didn't flirt with girl's often, aside from the bit he did for tips (also because he was naturally a bit of a flirt), and the prospect of him having a girlfriend was probably what was making Rhonda so... tickled pink.
Whatever. Got him off and home early.
"Right, thanks," Judas said, starting toward his tables. It didn't get him off too much earlier, but every little bit would help. It was good, too, because closing sometimes meant using ladders. Not good with the knee all out of whack. He delivered the order and picked up his tip from the respective tables, and was back to Denny before long.
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Post by Denise McCulloch on Oct 11, 2009 23:16:07 GMT -5
She watched him walk off. Noting just how he walked. In a less than pervy way. Slightly less. She knew he was hurt, so that was of course in her mind. Added to the fact that he was downright gorgeous. Attractive men deserved to be watched when they walked. What? They did it to girls. Girls could do it back.
After a moment more, though, she went back to her tea and book. Not completely concentrating on the words at all. Because she was heading to his place. How...Exciting. Yes. Exciting. Denise wondered for a moment what his place looked like. It probably matched him quite well. But maybe it would be some sort of surprise. Like...too clean. Or too dirty or something. Hm.
She really needed to stop thinking about that. Before he got back. Which wasn't too long.
Ugh. So hot.
She gave him a smile.
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