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Post by Sarah Williams on Jan 25, 2010 21:43:18 GMT -5
"You're secret is safe with me," Sarah said with a wink, taking another long drag off her cigarette and blowing the smoke out thoughtfully. It struck her as she sat there in the bar, that as many differences as there were between New York and the West that she had left behind, there were also a great many similarities. The rowdy nature of men when a woman in a short dress were easily at a hand to ogle was one of them. Sarah had never much minded the attention, the truth was...she rather enjoyed it.
"Don't push them to far off it and you'll take money out of both our pockets Jim," Sarah said, tracing the rim of her glass with a fingertip as her green eyes danced with laughter. "And we just can't have that, now can we?"
Leaning an elbow on the bar, matching Jim's pose Sarah studied his handsome face for a moment, "So tell me. This not liking people thing that Naomi has told me about, true or false?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jan 25, 2010 22:28:11 GMT -5
At her first question he shrugged, amused. "Depends, it might be worth it." His lack of emotion left his comment slightly ambiguous, but it was mostly innocent in nature. As she leaned on her elbow directly across from him, coming significantly closer in the process, he cocked an amused eyebrow.
Her next question left him thinking a moment, rubbing his chin lightly as he absently looked toward the ceiling. He made a thoughtful "hmm," sound as he brought his gaze back down to hers and offered a small nod. "Definitely true, though, I'm always lookin' for exceptions." The side of his mouth tugged into a smirk and his eyes casually drifted from hers as he continued. "And you, this thing you have for poor gits workin' behind the bar that Naomi told me about, that true?"
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jan 25, 2010 22:39:34 GMT -5
Sarah laughed, her eyes dancing as she felt herself relax a little bit, the earlier tension melting away with a good cigarette, stiff drink and the company of a handsome and interesting man. "Now see, I think that would depend on if I can make it onto that exception list of yours," Sarah noted, finishing her glass of whiskey and subtly pushing it back across the counter towards him. Sarah decided she liked Jim, he wasn't intimidated by her because of her role on stage at Caprice, nor did he treat her like she might break at any turn - most men fell in one of the two categories and Sarah despised both.
Her mouth quirked up into a little half smile as she smoked thoughtfully, eyes searching before lowering her eyes for half a beat. "So I suppose the first thing I really need to know is, how do I find that exception list? Because what's the point in having a thing for a guy that can't even stand my company?" Resting her other elbow on the bar she settled her chin on her palm and winked at him playfully. "What's the fun in that?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Jan 31, 2010 22:12:13 GMT -5
Jim raised his eyebrows in mock surprise at her questions, but remained casually draped over the bar. "Interesting," he paused as he pulled out a smoke of his own, taking his time in lighting it and puffing thoughtfully a moment before continuing. "This might be the first time anyone's actually wanted ta be on the list." He continued looking intrigued before glancing around with feigned suspicion, cigarette hanging carelessly from his lips. Leaning in a bit closer he lowered his voice conspiratorially and removed his cigarette from his mouth, holding it as he gestured with his hand. "There must be some kinda catch here right?"
Suddenly finding himself in such close proximity to so beautiful a face he thought it best to take advantage of the moment, allowing his dark eyes to sweep over her delicate features.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Jan 31, 2010 22:22:25 GMT -5
Sarah watched him with laughter dancing in her eyes, the simple movements as he pulled out and lit a cigarette as though considering her question. "Perhaps you just haven't been meeting the right people then?" Sarah suggested, a smile tugged at her lips as he leaned forward and she arched her eyebrow at him, lifting her own cigarette and tilting her head to blow out a thin stream of smoke. "You hadn't met me, sugar."
Sarah saw his eyes sweeping over her face and she returned the gesture, her green eyes taking in the lines of his handsome face and allowing a slow smile to curve across her lips. "No catch...just trying to figure out what the rules I got to play by are." She paused, tilting her head to consider what she just said and then met his gaze, smile growing wider. "Though I never was much good at playing by the rules."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Feb 1, 2010 23:57:53 GMT -5
"Are you two already at a battle of wits?" Naomi blew her hair out of her face as she came to sit down at the stools, shaking her dark hair she folded her arms. There was nothing more than being home-- her feet were killing her and she leaned her chin on her upturned fist, watching them easily. They were two of her closest friends and she rolled her eyes motioning for a beer from Jim.
"As much as I adore you both, sometimes you are ill equipped.." teasing she pulled the pins from her hair and let it fall down her shoulders as she crossed her legs, giving some an eye of thigh as she took a drink. She was wearing a very lovely dress, and more lovely was the slit up the side. Flashing them both a smile she tilted her head. "Pray tell what I missed?"
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Post by Jim Turner on Feb 5, 2010 23:31:08 GMT -5
Jim smirked at the endless implications he perceived from Sarah's last remark, but was snapped from his reverie by Naomi's approach. He leaned back and stood upright, putting an appropriate amount of distance between himself and Sarah and resuming his casual stance leaning on his hand. "Maybe more a battle of wills," he glanced at Sarah offhandedly but his eyes shone with amusement. At Naomi's request Jim stepped away from the pair to fetch her a drink, catching the last question as he slid the cold drink to his boss. Wiping his hands on his towel before flipping it back over his shoulder he refrained from answering, instead gesturing to Sarah that she had the floor before making his way down to wait on some newly arrived patrons.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Feb 6, 2010 0:06:26 GMT -5
Sarah smirked at Jim as he pulled away from her, putting what she supposed was decent professional distance, turning her attention to her friend that settled on the stool beside her. She inclined her head in agreement as Jim deemed their conversation more a battle of wills before smiling at Naomi more fully, taking a long, final drag off of her cigarette. "Not much to miss," Sarah shrugged and blew out a long stream of smoke, her eyes watching Jim as he helped some new customers and she hoped they left her and Naomi alone.
"Jim and I were simply getting to know one another," She arched her eyebrow at Naomi and extinguished her cigarette before lifting a hand and pushing her dark hair over her shoulder. "You know he's not nearly as grumpy as you made him out to be." She laughed and eyed her empty glass, wondering if Jim would perhaps bring her another, before directing her gaze at Naomi. "And where have you been? Practically a ghost around here recently."
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Mar 4, 2010 14:09:36 GMT -5
She smiled and then laughed as she took her drink, taking a sip as she settled comfortably. "Oh darling I would not lie about Jim. He's to much of a character in real life to expand up, aren't you Jim?" She made her inquiry loud enough just so that Jim could hear her as he did his job. And good too, it made her smile. Acutally Sarah had no idea HOW much happier Jim actually was in his situation. Better this than the docks, Naomi mused as she took another drink.
Her smile turned again at Sarah's questions and all she could think to do was tap the side of her nose. "It's a secret for now, but I'm sure you'll learn eventually. Though I was thinking about a celebration. Caprice's anniversary is coming up, I was thinking we needed to do something outstanding for it.. what do you think?" After all as far as she was concerned both Jim and Sarah helped her run Caprice Hall.
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Post by Jim Turner on Mar 4, 2010 19:42:08 GMT -5
Jim only heard the raised volume of his name from the other end of the bar and offered a small grin in response before returning his attention to the men.
The largest man of the small group had followed Jim's gaze and leaned over the bar toward him with a force that exposed his less-than-sober state. "How much'll it cost me to be introduced to the skirts?" His voice carried more than he had intended, or at least it could be assumed with his use of such tactless language. Jim glanced casually down to Naomi and Sarah, who had obviously heard the inquiry, and eyed them a moment, rubbing his chin in a calculating manner. Amusement shone clear in his eyes to anyone who was familiar with the expression, and as he flipped his towel over his shoulder he leaned on his hand toward the gentleman to reply.
"If you, sir, expect me to put a price on two 'a the most angelic beauties this side'a the Mississippi..." He spoke loud enough for the ladies to hear, and with a discrete smirk visible only to them, dropped the feigned indigence and leaned in with a grin. "You've come to the right man."
Looking the tipsy gentleman up and down he cocked an eyebrow. "Whattya got? The brunette's a sinch but the other one... she's gonna cost ya." The man, thoroughly amused at this point and grinning like an idiot, stopped short and squinted his eyes, attempting to locate the brunette among the two brown haired women. Jim grinned at the drunkard's struggle, flashing a small but decidedly conniving smirk in his boss and coworker's direction.
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Post by Sarah Williams on Mar 4, 2010 19:59:33 GMT -5
"A celebration?" Sarah repeated, arching her eyebrow at Naomi and considering the idea for a moment. "What did you have in mind exactly? I think I could probably come up with something special for the girls." She mentally ran through her roster of dancers, whipped into shape after the few months Sarah had taken control of the Caprice Hall stage activities.
"And keeping secrets now, Naomi? From me?" Sarah frowned deeply and then laughed, knowing that both women, as good of friends as they were, still held their own secrets and some things dear. Naomi would share if she wanted to in time and if she didn't, that would be just fine with Sarah too.
Her attention was captured by the loudly slurred words of a man up at Jim's end of the bar, clearly talking up the bartender for a chance to meet her and Naomi. Exchanging a smile with her friend Sarah shifted slightly so her body was facing the man, flashing him a bit more skin as Jim continued to barter for time with the two of them with feigned seriousness as the man squinted in their direction. "Hey handsome," Sarah called out to Jim, lifting her glass and tilting it invitingly. "Think I could trouble you for another drink?"
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Mar 5, 2010 22:32:08 GMT -5
Naomi laughed and tilted her head towards the conversation her eyes alight with the humor of it all. She chuckled as she watched the men try and get in good with herself and Sarah. Her eyes shifted to her friend and she laughed and shook her head, she had her own secrets and she had a right to them. She'd bring Bryce to meet her friends some day soon.
When Sarah left to go and flirt all Naomi could do was shake her head with a smile and watch. She loved them both so much, she just sipped her beer.
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Apr 16, 2010 22:02:49 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* ((RESERVED FOR SARAH)) Killian strode into Caprice Hall in desperate need of a drink and some company from his favorite singer. He sat down at the bar and ordered a whiskey. After he received his drink, he turned in the stool leaning back against the bar as his eyes searched the room for some sign of Sarah. Slowly he sipped the drink trying to dampen the anger running hot through his veins. Pulling out a cigarette he lit it and continued to gaze around the room hoping to catch sight of her. |
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Post by Sarah Williams on Apr 16, 2010 22:12:01 GMT -5
Sarah had been chatting with a gentlemen near the stage when she saw Killian walk in and she could tell by the set of his shoulders he wasn't happy. Not that she claimed to be an expert on the strapping Irishman, but he had a scowl the size of Texas on his handsome face and he was practically glowering at anyone who dared to get close, it wasn't hard to deduce that he hadn't come around because he was feeling cheery. Making her excuses, Sarah wove her way through the crowd until she caught his eye, giving him a little smile and slowing her steps as she held his gaze because half the fun was the anticipation.
"You look like hell pulled you in and spit you back out," Sarah commented as she settled on the stool beside him, trailing her fingers along the line of his shoulders. "Rough night, sugar?"
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Post by Killian O'Donnell on Apr 16, 2010 22:18:27 GMT -5
Killian's face eased a bit as he caught sight of Sarah walking towards him. He took a drag of his cigarette as she approached him and a slight smirk tugged at his lips. "To say the least, lass, but you always manage to make my mood turn right around."
He finished his whiskey and set the glass on the bar to wait for another. This was the main reason he'd come here, he needed a distraction from Sorcha's tantrum and he knew she would happily provide it. "Any shows scheduled tonight?"
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