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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 16:11:17 GMT -5
 licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I snicker as she asks for a sip, her hand already out. I hand it to her, thinking about whether or not I had an extra shirt in here somewhere. I didn't think so. I look back over at Khaleese in time to see her pull her sports bra off, leaving her in a purple lace bra that that didn't leave much to the imagination. "Goddamnit, don't leave the door wide open if you're gonna do something like that," I huff, shutting the door to my office. "I mean, you trying to get me fired?" I continue, brushing my hair out of my face.
I shake my head, biting at my pierced lower lip. "All my smokes are in my room, so you can stay here or whatever while I go get them," I say, leaning back against the closed door. I wanted to see if Khaleese would ask to come with me or not, or if I'd have to offer.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 16:25:39 GMT -5
He thanks me for helping and I shrug. I look up when he offers his hand to me and take it before walking back to my stuff. I grab my bag and walk down the bleachers to follow Mark into his office. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a Monster and I smile lightly before sitting on his desk, watching the door close on its own. "Wanna share?" I ask, reaching for his Monster. It was probably obvious I had no sense of personal space but I never found the need for it. I bite my lip and take off my sports bra, breathing in heavily once it's off. I could finally breathe! The purple lace bra under it showed the rose tattoo. At least it covered the rest of my breasts. My hands go to my head and I take a deep breath before looking back up at Mark and smiling.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 16:56:40 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I snicker as she asks for a sip, her hand already out. I hand it to her, thinking about whether or not I had an extra shirt in here somewhere. I didn't think so. I look back over at Khaleese in time to see her pull her sports bra off, leaving her in a purple lace bra that that didn't leave much to the imagination. "Goddamnit, don't leave the door wide open if you're gonna do something like that," I huff, shutting the door to my office. "I mean, you trying to get me fired?" I continue, brushing my hair out of my face.
I shake my head, biting at my pierced lower lip. "All my smokes are in my room, so you can stay here or whatever while I go get them," I say, leaning back against the closed door. I wanted to see if Khaleese would ask to come with me or not, or if I'd have to offer.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 17:05:50 GMT -5
I smile as I get the drink and quickly take a sip before putting it beside me and smiling. He mentions the door and I shrug. "Not like it would do anything," I mumble, mainly to myself. Mark says his smokes are in his room and I sigh, getting up and looking at him. I decide to pull my sports bra back on just in case someone decided to see us together while we were going to get the cigarettes. "Hope they're worth the walk," I say, looking at him and huffing. I blow my hair out of my face and lean close to Mark, reaching behind him with my eyes on his and open the door, kind of hoping he'd tumble out but hoping he'd have enough reflexes to catch himself. Maybe Stacy was right. I do flirt by being cruel. Eh, what could I say. It was entertaining to watch people fall.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 17:20:31 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I roll my eyes as she says that they better be worth the walk, my blue eyes on her face as she moved closer to me. I don't notice her hand reaching for the doorknob, so I stumble back when it opens and catch myself on the doorframe, an annoyed huff escaping me. "I don't have to give you cigarettes," I grumble, running a stray hand through my hair. "Whatever," I add, starting down the hallway and out the door and into the sunlight. I stuff my hands into my hoodie pocket, walking along the side of the building before pushing open a door that revealed a set of stairs. I walk in, holding it open for Khaleese. I start up the stairs, stopping at the third flight to open the door and peek into the teacher's dorm. Not a soul in sight.
"C'mon," I say, looking back at the redhead before I walk to the door closest to the stairs. They'd put me at the end of the hallway, probably so that I wouldn't bother anyone else, though they must not have thought about the easy access to outside. I dig my key out of my pocket to stuff it into the lock.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 17:27:08 GMT -5
I cover my mouth as he tumbles out the door and giggle lightly before shrugging. "I could just go rob a store if I felt like it. Just thought it might be better to have someone to smoke with," I say, sticking my tongue out at Mark. I follow Mark and head up the stairs quickly before stopping at the first flight and allow him to get ahead of me. I follow him up and smile as he opens the door to the teachers dorm before following and going to the door he stops at. I take a sip from the Monster and look at Mark, smiling as sweetly as possible before looking down. "Got any other drinks?" I ask, looking at him before actually moving closer. Maybe it'd be possible to make him think I was going to do the same thing or at least make him think he would have a chance. Well, he did have a chance as long as it was at my speed..
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 17:49:54 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
I twist the key in the lock of my room and push it open, stepping inside. "Make yourself at home," I say, letting Khaleese walk in before I shut and lock the door after us. In my front room I had a couch, a TV, and an arm chair. A small kitchen was attatched to it, with a stove and a fridge- everything. It was like an apartment, with only one bedroom. "Depends what you mean by 'other drinks'," I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
I cross the living room to push open the door to my bedroom and walk in, promptly tugging my hoodie over my head. I toss it carelessly towards the hamper in the corner before pulling open a drawer to grab a plain black tee and pull it on. I move voer to my closet, opening the door to reach up on the shelf and grab my carton of cigarettes, pulling a pack out before replacing it.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 17:58:41 GMT -5
I smile and follow him in before looking around and sitting on the arm of the couch for a moment. When Mark walks in his room, I debate looking around or following and soon, my curiosity overwhelms me and I get up. My feet were silent against the floor as I walked over to peek in his room and roll my eyes and walk in. "Whoa, it's like Magic Mike in here. Except we got some nice tattoos," I say, smiling at myself as I look ed around the room. My bright blue eyes trace the room and soon, I walk out without a word to sit back on the couch and prop my feet on the cushion beside me. "So, family first, huh?" I ask, mentioning the tattoo on his chest. I couldn't understand people who put family first anymore. Especially since my mom had chosen her second husband over me after the incident. My head shakes and I look at the TV before searching for a remote and sighing as I don't find one. My head falls onto the arm of the couch and I sigh, looking at my nails and picking at the cuticle.
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Post by mark ruhen on Dec 31, 2013 18:12:02 GMT -5
licking every drop of POISON off a pocket of keyswhile some daddy's little ANGEL'S getting dirt on her knees
"And I'm not buff," I reply, not at all bothered that she'd justed walked in like she owned the place. I liked that in a woman, to be honest. Someone that wasn't afraid to make a move. As long as I got control, I was fine. It was odd, that I was a gym teacher and I was like a twig. Most gym teachers were buff or something, and I was totally the opposite.
"Yeah," I say simply, not wanting to go too far into detail. I toss Khaleese the pack of smokes, wandering into the kitchen. I didn't want to have to explain how my parents had divorced when I was thirteen, go on about how each of them tugged me different ways, blah blah, I learned that family would always be there. Yeah, a real sob story, I was. I sigh at the thought, running a hand down my face as I open the fridge to peer inside, wanting to get a drink. The school day was over, so I could get as shitfaced as I wanted.
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Post by khaleese jameson on Dec 31, 2013 18:27:18 GMT -5
I shrug when he says that he's not buff and yawn. He speaks from his room and I shake my head slightly. "Guess I don't really know what family is like then," I say, sitting up. He tosses me the cigarettes and I quickly open them before pulling my lighter out of my bra. The whistle falls out and I walk into the kitchen, leaning against Mark. "Here. It's still warm," I say, placing the whistle in his hand. Once I walk out, I pull out a cigarette and put it between my lips, lighting it soon after. It had been forever since I had one and now, it was going to last a few hours to keep me going. I take a drag and lean back, looking around with a smile before holding the cigarette between my index and middle finger. "So, about that drink. What you got?” I ask, getting back up and walking behind Mark. I peer in the fridge over his shoulder and take another drag as I do son.
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