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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 17, 2009 14:15:51 GMT -6
Sy ordered a beer, she wasn't big on drink anything stronger than beer. She smiled, "Haven't I seen you here with Giovanni DeFazio?" She watched, leaning back in the seat. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked around to see the waitress with her drink, placing it on the table. She returned her gaze to Luc. "So how come you ask one of the bodyguards to talk to the men around the stage?" she asked, interested in what his motive was. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 17, 2009 14:33:23 GMT -6
He tipped and paid for her drink and smirked when she mentioned Giovanni, "I'm a business associate of sorts with DeFazio" He said with a smirk as he drank his scotch. When she asked about the bodyguard he looked across the table at her, "They were destroying my view, i'm easily distracted, I would have dealt with it myself but was hesitant to bring more attention then necessary to the situation." He told her.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 17, 2009 14:42:00 GMT -6
"Destroying your view of me?" she said, getting right to the point. She took a drink of the beer and placed it back on the table. She paused for a moment before speaking again, "It was very distracting to have the bodyguard come talk to the men. Like I said before, I am used to having men grabbing at my legs and ass." She wore a smug look for a moment before it melted into a soft smile. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 17, 2009 14:44:28 GMT -6
"No women should be used to something like that or have to deal with it." He defended his actions. He knew when he asked the bodyguard to take care of the guys that she would see where the guard had walked over from, he wanted her to know it was him interfering. " Your young, what are you doing dancing in a place like this?" He asked her.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 17, 2009 14:59:26 GMT -6
"I am not that young," she retorted, hearing him call her young, "I work here because it was all I could find at the time. Well I must say it was entertaining to see some of the men cringe in fear." She smiled at the fact that someone around actually felt compassion for the girls at the club. She took the bottle from the table and drank more of the cool liquid. "So this is your first time actually sitting and watching the girls dance?" she asked, knowing been here before but, that was on business most likely. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 18, 2009 14:28:33 GMT -6
"I'm not big with women dancing around poles for mens entertainment...I find it degrading." He said as he finished off his glass of scotch. He had been to the club before and was known for leaving big tips for the dancers although he never once watched the stage. He was raised to have to much respect for women, today was different. He got wrapped up in his own thoughts and before he knew it, Syrina was on stage and he was mesmerized by her blue eyes.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 15:10:20 GMT -6
Syrina smiled, "At least you are a gentlemen and not one of the pigs that sit in front of that stage." She looked at him, her blue eyes fixed on his face. She took another drink of the beer and then sat in down. "You know, I'd rather be a teacher to little brats in a school than dance here but, I couldn't leave if I tried. I am comfortable here," she said leaning forward in her seat. She really couldn't leave, it seemed to be the only place she could feel like herself. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 18, 2009 15:19:40 GMT -6
"Your the only one keeping yourself here, and up there every night." He said with a motion to the stage, "You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, what'd you want to do before you ended up here...Did you go to school?" He asked her. He had no real formal education. He was a self educated man who taught himself through outdated books in prison libraries.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 15:29:07 GMT -6
Brie shook her head for a moment before answering him, "I know I am the one keeping me here. I am actually in school now... it is my final semester actually. I am studying photography." She thought it sounded a bit odd for her, who loved to dance, to be doing something the usually required you to hold still. "Do you need another drink?" she ask, noticing he had finished his drink. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 18, 2009 22:06:00 GMT -6
"I would love another drink." He said with a smile as he moved his glass out to the edge of the table and motioning for the waitress to come over. He ordered another scotch and handed the girl a few hundreds to keep them coming through the night. "I've always appreciated someone who could take a photo and make it art." Someone such as his wife, who was working on her masters still in art therapy. She had filled their home with pictures that she had taken in their travels.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 18, 2009 22:18:57 GMT -6
Syrina smiled and watched the waitress walk away to fetch Luc his drink. "Maybe I'll have to give you some of my work... if you like it that is," she said, finishing the beer. She watched him closely, her eyes not being able to wander to far from his gorgeous face. "Are you planning on being here a while," she asked, curiosity consuming her being. |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 19, 2009 13:15:17 GMT -6
"I'd like that a lot really." He told her with a smile. The waitress came back with his scotch and he gave her a polite smile before taking a sip. "I'm planning on staying till I get my fill." He said as he took another sip and then put the glass down on the table in front of him. He wasn't a really big drinker but had always liked the taste of a nice aged scotch. "You've got amazing eyes" He added as he folded his arms and leaned forward on the table.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 19, 2009 16:13:19 GMT -6
Syrina looked at him, "Alright. I'll have to bring some of my work tomorrow. That is if you'll be here." She smiled when he told her he'd be here until he had his fill. She sat back and her smile grew, "You really think so?" She had been told she had amazing eyes before but, hearing it from him made it seem to mean a whole lot more. She looked down at the empty bottle and sighed, "So is scotch all you drink?" |
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Post by Luciano Santapaola on Jun 19, 2009 16:23:36 GMT -6
"If you'll be here, I will for sure." He told her with a smirk as he played with the glass of scotch in front of him, watching it slosh back and forth in the glass.He leaned back as well and folded his arms across his chest, "I definitely think so, you really are beautiful." He told her, meaning exactly what he said. He shook his head, " Scotch is one of the things I enjoy for the taste, like wine. I used to be a bartender when I first came to New York." He told her.
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Post by Syrina Marc on Jun 19, 2009 16:32:08 GMT -6
Syrina smiled, "I am usually here every night this place is open." She looked around the room, it had been emptier than before. She shrugged and looked back at Luc. "Taste is everything now-a-days," she said, in a teasing tone. She didn't know her alcoholic beverages aside from the beer she occasionally drank every now and then. "So are you going to come ever night just to watch me now?" she asked in a curious yet, flirtatious tone. |
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