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Post by Conor on Dec 9, 2010 12:28:42 GMT -5
Conor smiled as Shelly walked over, he lost it when he remembered he should have joined her "Yeah i love it when fate brings us together...sorry i didn't join you, looked a bit crowded" moving to the side to get a look at the new guy he shrugged "Sure, why not" he stood up and as she turned away he copped a little feel before they moved forward he slowly shuffled behind Shelly, kinda impatient
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Post by Shelly on Dec 9, 2010 17:17:48 GMT -5
"Yeah i love it when fate brings us together...sorry i didn't join you, looked a bit crowded" Conor said with a grin, then looking over at Jean-Michael. He was still sitting there with Laylei and Hecate, looking somewhat amused. Laylei looked pissed, and Shelly decided that was just how she portrayed herself. She would not take it to heart....
Hecate was fiddling with her cast, not talking to the others. 'I know it must be painful for her' Shelly thought, standing up and turning to lead the way back over to the little group. As she turned, she felt Conor grab her ass squeezing it. She jumped out of instinct, then laughed. "You just cannot seem to keep your hands off of me, not that I want you too" Grinning, Shelly did an about face and kissed Conor square on the lips. "Perhaps later we can find our own little corner?" She said impishly, caressing his broad chest.
Sighing, she turned away and walked back over to the others, Conor hot on her heels. "Jean-Michael, I would like to introduce you to Conor. Conor, this is Jean-Michael." Pausing for effect, she waited for Conor to provide his greetings, not only to Jean-Michael, but to Laylei and Hecate. Shelly then continued, turning to speak to Conor. "Jean-Michael has an odd little bone here, he says the man who referred him to the club gave him. None of us, including Jean-Michael, know what it means. Do you have any ideas?" Sitting down on her recently vacated lounge chair, Shelly pulled Conor down beside her, and when the waiter came over to see if they needed anything, ordered another dirty martini. 'This should be an interesting discussion...' She thought, waiting for Conor's response.
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