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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 20:32:47 GMT -6
Syrina walked out of the dressing room, finger combing her hair. She was relieved that she didn't have to work anymore that night but, she would've really mind working a little longer. She smiled when she saw Gio look at his watch. "Late for something?" she questioned as she walked towards the front of the club. She continued to fidget with her hair before finally feeling it was going to be as good as it gets when you finger comb it.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 20:35:06 GMT -6
"No. Not late for anything." responded Giovanni as he followed Syrina walking towards the front of the club. When they reached the door, he held it open for her.
*Next one will be longer
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 20:41:13 GMT -6
"Why thank you kind sir." Syrina giggled while walking passed Giovanni. She stood just beyond the door and looked around at the men who sat in the club. She turned around and waited for Giovanni, after all, he probably had his own VIP booth. It also appeared that her eyes sparkled with the lighting in club, something Syrina herself, didn't know. "So tell me. Do you ask your employees to have a drink with you often?" she asked, her hands behind her back.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 20:46:47 GMT -6
"So tell me. Do you ask your employees to have a drink with you often?" Giovanni smiled, as he motioned for Syrina to follow him to his booth in the VIP area, before replying "Well no. Not all of them." Giovanni replied before adding with a small smile "Just the pretty ones. So tell me, do you always drink with your boss?" Giovanni asked motioning for the bouncer of the VIP section, a burly DiLeonardo Soldier, to step aside to reveal an area of expensive leather couches, squashy leather armchairs, highly polished tables, and a fully stocked bar.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 20:53:01 GMT -6
Syrina's cheeks turned a light pink. "No but, I haven't had much the chance either." she said, walking into the VIP section. She was awestruck with how nice it looked compared to the rest of the club. She sat down on one of the leather couches, it was instant comfort. She watched him, thinking of what she wanted to drink.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 21:00:26 GMT -6
Giovanni sat down on the couch next to her, and motioned for his guards to come over and serve them. It was grunt work, Giovanni admitted, but since he banned everyone else from the VIP room except for those absolutely needed, his guards needed to pick up the slack. Giovanni made himself comfortable, and then looking at Syrina, replied "So tell me about yourself?" Giovanni smiled and ordered a scotch on the rocks, and had the guard wait for Syrina to order.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 21:06:37 GMT -6
Syrina looked at the guard "Surprise me? Nothing to strong, please." She turned her attention to Giovanni and smiled. "Um, I have a younger sister who is sixteen years younger than me. I dance, obviously. I am currently in school for photography. What exactly do you want to know?" she asked, unsure of what all to tell.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 21:22:01 GMT -6
"What exactly do you want to know?" Giovanni shrugged, and replied "Just about you. Whatever you feel comfortable telling me." Giovanni gave an assuring smile and shrugged again, unsure if that is the anwser she sought. Then he raised his arm as if to put it around her, but then unsure as if it would make her uncomfortable, he reverted it and made his hand run through his hair.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 21:33:38 GMT -6
Syrina watched him out of the corner of her eye. Smooth. she thought seeing his arm. She stayed quiet for a split second before speaking up, "I wouldn't over minded." She wondered if he knew what she was talking about. She fiddled with her fingers before speaking up once again, "I lost my parents when I was eighteen, I was so angry with them, I hadn't told them I loved them for over a year." She didn't exactly want to tell him but, that was all she thought of.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 22, 2009 21:48:02 GMT -6
Giovanni frowned and said quietly "I'm sorry for that. I'm sure they knew you loved them even though you didn't tell them. And if you don't mind me asking, what did they do to you, that made you so angry at them?" then Giovanni finally got up enough nerve, and picking up his arm again, he wrapped it around her gently, loving every second of it.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 22, 2009 22:02:56 GMT -6
Syrina looked at him, "It is so stupid and completely awful on my part. I hated them for having my baby sister." She did feel awful, after all, she hadn't been able to forgive herself and she never had the guts to go see her little sister. She smiled, "Enough on that subject... I have been dancing since I was five years old. I have been recklessly boring since I started school." She laughed at the who recklessly boring bit, it was almost ironic to her.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 23, 2009 0:32:34 GMT -6
Giovanni smiled and pulled her an inch closer to him, hoping she wouldn't mind. "You hated them for having your sister?" that made Giovanni smile and he said interested "You have been recklessly boring? I don't think your boring. Not one bit." and with another smile, Giovanni leaned back in the chair and said "Dancing since you were five? Well that's neat. I suppose it was a dream of yours to be a professional dancer."
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 23, 2009 1:48:40 GMT -6
Syrina didn't mind sitting closer to Giovanni, it was sort of comforting. "Told you it was an awful reason." she said in a 'told you so' tone. She smiled and looked for a moment. Wow, this what it is like to be a VIP she thought to herself as she waited for her drink. She looked at Giovanni again and then answered "No, I never wanted to be a professional dancer. I was afraid I'd end up hating it afterward." She spoke in a soft voice.
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Post by Giovanni DiLeonardo on Jun 23, 2009 1:54:04 GMT -6
Giovanni nodded and said "Well that's probably true. Most of the time when people do something from a young age, they tend to get bored of it after a while. So what, do you wish to be a professional photographer?" Giovanni smiled again, for some reason when he was around her, he couldn't stop smiling. Their drinks finally came, and he raised his drink and said with a wink "To you beautiful." and he took a sip. He wanted to pull her right next to him, but he didn't want her to become uncomfortable and leave. He wanted to be around her as long as he could.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 23, 2009 2:03:24 GMT -6
Syrina smiled taking a sip of her drink, "It would be nice but, I am afraid I don't have the experience people are looking for. I'll be perfectly content with taking pictures for myself." She watched him for a moment before scooting a little closer to him. "Your turn to talk about yourself." she said, taking another sip afterward.
** sorry, it is short.
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