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Post by boomer on Aug 14, 2008 16:43:11 GMT -5
Tabitha scoffed. "No." She said and then sighed. "Possibly." She smirked.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 14, 2008 23:48:23 GMT -5
"Been there," Gambit said, "I know 'ow it goes. So?" he tilted his head, as if indicating it was her last chance to be honest and stay on good terms.
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Post by boomer on Aug 16, 2008 7:10:50 GMT -5
"Eighteen." Tabitha said with a small smirk. "Are you happy?"
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Post by Gambit on Aug 16, 2008 9:04:09 GMT -5
"Whew," Gambit raised his eyes, inwardly recalling the age of consent in the state of New York. "Dat was close."
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Post by boomer on Aug 16, 2008 9:11:36 GMT -5
"Someone get scared much?" Tabitha laughed. "Now, come on. Interview me." She smirked. "Unless you'd rather while I was dressed..." She said and turned her head slightly to the side and seeing his shirt, she went to grab it, sitting back up she went to put her arm through one of the sleeves.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 16, 2008 9:29:11 GMT -5
"Oh yeah," Gambit nodded as he watched Tabitha put his shirt on, "much more appropriate for, ya know, an official interview an' stuff." He tilted his head. "How many hours a day are ya gonna work?"
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Post by boomer on Aug 16, 2008 9:33:02 GMT -5
"Depends on what you want me to do." Tabitha said once the shirt was over her head. She went to get off the bed and looked around for her underwear, his shirt baggy on her and long enough to cover her up. Finding her underwear she slipped them on.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 16, 2008 9:39:01 GMT -5
Gambit sat up. "Waitressin', mostly," he said. "If ye're up to explorin' your charms as a hostess, you can walk around flirtin' wit' de patrons an' persuadin' 'em to buy more drinks. An' den dere's always private dance rooms an' cleanin'."
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Post by boomer on Aug 16, 2008 9:45:45 GMT -5
Tabitha went over and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking of her options. "I think waitressing would be better for me. Maybe later on I'll explore my charms, if it's alright with you...And I'll work how many hours you need me for."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 16, 2008 16:34:21 GMT -5
"Er, twenty-four?" Gambit made his best hopeful face, then reached for his boxers and jeans.
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Post by boomer on Aug 17, 2008 0:37:43 GMT -5
"Twenty-four hours?" Tabitha laughed and stood up to grab her jeans that had been thrown unceremoniously to the side in their hastiness to get each others clothes off. Putting them on she then looked to him. "You're not kidding, are you? Do you mean you want my to work twenty-four hours a day, which it is a day, or twenty-four hours a week?" She asked, hands placed on her hips as she watched him.
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Post by Gambit on Aug 17, 2008 3:16:26 GMT -5
"Well," Gambit winked as he put his boxers on, "ya said nothin' 'bout want - ya said how many hours I'd need ya t' work, so dat's how many. But people work 'ere six t' twelve hours, generally."
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Post by boomer on Aug 17, 2008 8:21:01 GMT -5
"If I work that many hours do I get days off?" Tabitha asked, with a quirked brow. "Because I'm going to need sleep sooner or later. Unless you want a lethargic waitress on your hands, who ends up sleeping on top of the bar..."
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Post by Gambit on Aug 17, 2008 8:32:59 GMT -5
"We've got two by two shifts if ya work twelve hours," Gambit explained as he got dressed. "Two days work, two days off."
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Post by boomer on Aug 17, 2008 8:35:27 GMT -5
"Okay..." Tabitha nodded, thinking it over she then turned around and grabbed her bra and shirt and then took his off and started putting on her bra. "Seems fair."
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