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| New RN's. How bout it? |
| I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:35 am
*snickers to herself while in the tub*
twisted
*remains in her pampering state fully enjoying the mind suggestions*
*hums to herself then dunks her head underwater for a while while giggling*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:35 am
Finishing off her drink Liada goes to throw away the bottle and waves her hand in dismissal towards Tony when he asks. Go ahead and keep that one. Its one of many copies I keep in storage while the original contract stays in my safe at home. The Den that is not my room downstairs. And yes I would love a drink, I can't seem to get enough caffine in my system for the moment. A passion fruit tea would be lovely and could you sweeten it love? She gives him an innocent smile, surprised that Tony wasn't pushing any points about the contract or being his usual uptight self.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:41 am
Antonio gets up and goes behind the counter, retrieving the bartender outfit. "Just a moment, if you don't mind." He then goes into the men's room and changes, coming back out with his clothes neatly folded. As if everything is perfectly normal, he goes back behind the counter and prepares the tea Liada requested, placing it in front of her after it's finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:46 am
Liada raised an eyebrow as Tony went into the restroom and then came back out in the attire. eek Suddenly it made sense to her why he was offering the drink and out of respect she tried so hard not to die laughing in front of him. Pulling out her phone she made it look like she was setting up a text to send to someone while she took a photo of him so that she could remember this for a lifetime. Once Tony placed the drink in front of her she took a sip and smiled brightly. Perfect, exactly what I would expect from the top of the Pavani family. Thanks much dear. Did you have any other questions for me? I would love to show you a tour of the club but I have a lunch meeting with a wine consultant in a few.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:50 am
"If you have a meeting soon, I am not going to take up your time. I would rather you have the time to be able to answer all my questions in detail, though if you have a cell number or email you do not mind me contacting you through, that will work."
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 11:53 am
Not at all, I'm usually a night owl as well so my nights are usually more free if you're awake for it. I normally prowl around here and the club when my days are done. She pulls out a calling card and slides it to Tony as she downs her drink and begins to walk out of the bar. Ta~ Tony!  Waving behind her she zips out the front doors.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:06 pm
Antonio waves to Liada as she leaves and goes to tuck the card into a pocket, only to realize his current outfit doesn't have any. neutral At that moment, he starts to feel an inkling of something being amiss, but the feeling subsides soon enough. He's sure there's a perfectly logical explanation for not having pockets right now, and his mind is too occupied thinking of going through that contract to actually sit down and contemplate his current situation.
He picks up his latte and heads back into the office with Liada's card and the contract in hand, sitting down at his laptop and preparing to log all this new information.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:43 pm
A while later in the office, Antonio's stomach starts to growl with hunger. He ignores it for some time, but it eventually becomes too much. He takes out his cell phone and calls Victor, requesting a lunch be made for him at the estate. Victor informs him that a lunch has just been prepared and that his mother would like if he were there to eat with her. Antonio tries to say he's too busy, but before he can finish, Palmira has taken the phone from Victor and started laying on a guilt trip. stare In the end, he agrees to go there for lunch, changing back into his regular clothes after he hangs up. He tucks the contract into his laptop bag with his laptop and passes through the main bar out to the front where Victor picks him up in the towncar.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 5:49 pm
*having spent the last two days devoting herself to cleaning her quarters, she decides to dine in the JD this time instead of having take out, mainly to get some fresh air and scenery around her for a while. After a quick shower, she dresses and grabs her keys, heading out the door. Down the corridor and up the stairway, she exits the passageway into the office and out into the main bar, passing through on her way to the restaurant.
Inside, she's promptly seated and has water - no ice with lemon - brought out to her. Ordering warm sake this time around, she gets a California roll as an appetizer to start with. While waiting for sake, she leans back into the plush leather seat and looks around the restaurant, re-familiarizing herself with the interior and layout. Smiling, she stares a bit longer before taking out her cell phone and placing it on the table. Soon, her sake and appetizer arrives and she thanks the waiter before pouring herself a drink and sipping it*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:18 pm
Zephit had a long day wandering the city and looking for something to do. His mind was essentially addled with thoughts of the future, but an image of the not-so-distant past crept in as well. Zephit had remembered Dame and Psy telling him about this place at the art gallery the other night. So, when all else failed, that is where he found himself. First prowling around outside like a timid animal, and then finally walking into with wide eyes. The main bar in itself was an amazing sight to him, as he had never been in one before.
With a casual stroll, Zephit brought himself over to one of the tables in the middle of the room. There wasn't quite enough confidence in him to approach anyone, or request anyone for that matter, but curiosity had a hold of him. Taking a seat he crossed his arms on the table, and then rested his chin on top of them wearily. After a long day, being in a strange place was an oddly comforting thing. Maybe if he waited around, he'd meet new people here too.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 6:52 pm
Finally getting away from his mother, Antonio returns to the bar. He hadn't gotten a chance to really look over the contract yet and he was initially planning to just do so in his sister's office at the estate, but he felt he had to get out of there to avoid his mother talking his ear off. She really did need to get out more stare
When he walks in, he finds a man sitting at one of the tables with cat ears on his head. Definitely must be a subculture the bar caters to. He avoids saying anything, not wanting to get into another argument about the legitimacy of "supernaturals" like he'd done the other night with the ladies. Instead, he simply continues on to the office to get to work on finishing up with that contract.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:07 pm
Zephit turned his head, seeing some dorky guy with glasses passing through without a word. He raised a hand, thinking of saying hello, but decided against it. Instead Zephit just peered at him as he disappeared into another part of the establishment. Something about that guy was certainly off to him, but it wasn't his place to question someone who might be important.
"Oh well~" Zephit purred, and then buried his face into his arms.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 7:08 pm
*already on her second bottle of warm sake, by this time she has had her California roll, along with an order of egg rolls and sesame chicken. Her waiter returning to refill her water glass, she orders some deep fried tofu and vegetable tempura, wondering what she should order to take out for later on.
She half smirked at not being tired of asian cuisine after three straight days, sipping her sake while enjoying the quiet state the restaurant was in. The soothing japanese music that softly surrounded her only added to her already peaceful state, hoping she could at least feel this way for a week.
Glancing at her phone, she tried not to think as to why it hadn't rung since she'd left the office a few days ago, pushing it further away from her as if it would curse her good mood by being too close. When her order arrives, she gives the waiter her to-go order and prompts him to not place it until she was ready to go. Settling back into her leather seat, she sipped and ate quietly, lazily thinking about this and that*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:01 pm
After setting up and going through the contract for a bit, Antonio comes back out to the bar to retrieve a drink. Not quite sure what he wants, he takes his time browsing the shelf.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:15 pm
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