OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

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prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[He crinkles his nose at her gesture, scratches it lightly and shakes his hair off his face, giggling at the thought of calling her 'funny looking'. Cherry's smile alone confirms why such it'd just be silly.]

No, of course I'm not!

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[ Satisfied with his answer she leans back, canting her hips in one direction and her head in another. Cherry nods at his drink (not a drop of alcohol in it) which continues to fizz noisily at his chin. ]

Drink up, babyboy, we got a long night. 'Less you got somewhere better to be.

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[He presses his lips and shakes his head, finally taking the straw up to his lips after he adds in an answer:] Nope.

[Drink up, babyboy.]

Is anything special happening tonight?

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[ She smiles more brightly again, even goes so far as to bat her eyelashes. Cherry never seems insincere, but most of the time it's posturing and window dressing. Not for Milen, though. ]

Why, every night's a special night here. But we got a whole lot of high rollers breezin' into town tonight and everybody knows this is the place to be.

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Oh, cool. [He starts to shake his leg idly, smiling up at her after hunching over the counter to drink.] D'you think they'll remember me?

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[ She leans forward again to brush some of the hair off of his forehead. On really important days, when the most importan folks are at the bar, Cherry makes the effort to tidy Milen up and look a little respectable. She hasn't decided yet if tonight's one of those nights. ]

With a face like yours, all sugary sweet, I don't see why not. [ Her eyes brighten. ] Why— you hopin' to see someone special?

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[Milen presses his lips to hide any giveaways, looking up and to the side in an added effort.]

... No.

[Yes.]

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[ Cherry clicks her tongue and waves a finger at him, back and forth a few inches from his face. ]

Now, now. It ain't right to fib to your favorite lady, Milen.