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rosita-flores:

She grinned back at him, “Well, you can start by carrying that -” Rosita gestured down to the box at her feet, “Back to my room. from there…. we’ll have to see.”

He picked up the box with a smile, “Lead the way.” 

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kaya-monroe:

“Oh, I have fans? Nice.” She stated, despite feeling quite wary about him knowing so much about her. “If you’ve got enough money, I’m all yours.”

“Oh yeah, there’s a whole club of us, with jackets.” He said, rolling his eyes. “And how much would it cost to obtain your services exclusively?” 

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rosita-flores:

“What a shame,” she rolled her shoulders, watching him as he openly eyed her up. Maybe her back just happened to be just a little more arched once she relaxed, who could tell? Rosita hoped he did. She pouted, “Are you good for anything?”

“I can be good for quite a few things.” He smiled, “Any... requests?” 

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kaya-monroe:

“Be warned, I’m not really known for being an open book. You’ll probably be lucky to learn my last name.”

“Kaya Monroe.” he said, “I’m familiar with your work. I’m a fan, you might say. I actually have a business proposition for you, I’d like to hire your services while I’m in town.” 

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Ramsay watched Brie attempting to get away from him, rolling his eyes as he walked after her. He looked around the street, seeing if there was anyone around the two who would find it suspicious if they saw him practically chasing the blonde. Fortunately, it was quite late and there weren’t that many people around and those who were around probably weren’t going to pay attention to him and Brie.

As Brie bent down, Ramsay’s eyebrow furrowed, wondering what she was doing. He was close enough to reach out and grab her but Brie found a way to take advantage of that and one of the shoes she had sneakily stripped off was colliding with his face. He paused, shocked at her action and anger began to flow through him. He scowled at her, only managing to hear her words before she darted off. Once again, he looked around to make sure no one would get concerned if he were to run after her.”Brie, hold on, it’s not what you think!” He shouted after her, hoping that if anyone around them heard that they would just assume they were a couple going through a rough patch, and began running after her.

Blind Date ||| Brie & Ramsay

sword-of-ramocles:

Ramsay watched Brie leave the restaurant and let out a sigh. The waiter in front of him was going over the specials, but Ramsay simply stood up, ignoring him as if he wasn’t there. “Move.” He demanded before pushing him out of the way and heading towards the exit. He wasn’t in the mood for a chase tonight, but if that’s what he had to do… 

“Brie!” He called behind her, luckily she hadn’t gotten that far. “Where are you going?” He asked, walking faster to catch up to her. “Oh, c’mon, surely I wasn’t that bad?” His tone was so friendly, probably too friendly, but he knew that she as aware that something wasn’t right and so he didn’t need to put in as much effort to hide his true self. He couldn’t even remember the fake name he gave her.

Brie moved as fast as she could manage down the boulevard, unsure if it was better to go to the Ragnatela, where people knew her, or to go somewhere else, so as to now reveal to the man where she lived. She tried Thomas’ phone but only got voicemail. She tried it a second and third time, dropping it on the pavement in her flustered state as she hung up. “Shit” She whispered, bending down quickly to pick it up. 

She could hear the man’s voice behind her, getting closer and closer. She undid her shoes as she bent down, sliding them slowly off her feet and grasping them tightly in her hands. When he was nearly just behind her she whipped around, sending the points of the heels flying right in his face, letting out a grunt in the process. As she backed away she shook her head, “My friend didn’t set me up with anyone. I don’t know who you are, but you’re dead.” As the man recovered she took off barefoot, running into the streets.  

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kaya-monroe:

“You know, that’s the story of my life.”

“Hm, I’d like to hear more of that story.” 

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rosita-flores:

“If only you were here three elevator rides ago,” she murmured, hands moving to rub her temples. “Other than physical labour, an open tab at the bar or the number of a seriously talented masseuse would be a dream.” Rosita shifted to glance at the man, smirking, “Any chance you have either of those?” 

“I am neither of those things, much to my own disappointment.” He said, eyes still roaming shamelessly over her body. 

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rosita-flores:

Rosita all but fell into the elevator, her hand slamming down on her floor number automatically. The box she cradled under her other arm, filled with whatever she forgot to pack already, was placed carefully down at her feet as she leaned back onto the wall. “I fucking hate moving,” a wry smile appeared on her face as she spoke. She didn’t expect it - swore against it, actually - but she had found herself back at the Ragnatela. 

Ramsay eyes the woman as she stepped into the elevator, a smile creeping onto his face at her flustered form. “Anything I can do to make it easier on you?” 

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brie-harlow:

Brie peered over the corner of the wall, ever so slightly, and found the guy, whoever the hell he was, waiting for her. He looked smug as hell too. “Okay, Brie, you’re fine. You just have once again managed to attract one of the world’s creepiest men into your presence. Now think.” She looked around, the path to the door was clear but also quite visible. A waiter passed by her and she grabbed his shirt sleeve. 

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt your work but I’m on a date and the guy’s not the type to take no for an answer… I need to get out of here. Would you mind just distracting him while I leave? He’s five tables down, blonde hair, green jacket.” The waiter didn’t even bother to look. “No problem.” He said, straightening out his wrinkled shirt. His immediate acquiescence might’ve been disturbing, as he seemed not at all shocked or surprised by her request, but Brie was too busy zooming for the exit to give it another thought. 

Ramsay watched Brie leave the restaurant and let out a sigh. The waiter in front of him was going over the specials, but Ramsay simply stood up, ignoring him as if he wasn’t there. “Move.” He demanded before pushing him out of the way and heading towards the exit. He wasn’t in the mood for a chase tonight, but if that’s what he had to do... 

“Brie!” He called behind her, luckily she hadn’t gotten that far. “Where are you going?” He asked, walking faster to catch up to her. “Oh, c’mon, surely I wasn’t that bad?” His tone was so friendly, probably too friendly, but he knew that she as aware that something wasn’t right and so he didn’t need to put in as much effort to hide his true self. He couldn’t even remember the fake name he gave her.

Blind Date ||| Brie & Ramsay

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kaya-monroe:

“What do you do to make them your enemies?”

“It must be my natural charm and good looks, surely you can understand that?” 

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brie-harlow:

Brie tried and succeeded somehow at not rolling her eyes at the man’s cocky attitude, Thea certainly had a type it seemed. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” She said, shaking her head. “However, if you knew me at all, you’d know that I just always look this good.” She could brush off that easily enough, him thinking she’d gotten all dressed up for him was nothing she hadn’t experienced before. Hell, this guy even reminded her a bit of her ex. 

But the insinuation of lying prickled her slightly, “I don’t lie to my friends.” She informed him, quite seriously. “If I say I’m going to do something, I do it. Like right now, I’m going to go to the washroom to freshen up.” She stood, “Excuse me.” Once she was around the corner she pulled her phone from her bag and texted her friend… 

As he angered Brie, a small smirk appeared on his face. She was assertive, now he understood why Thomas liked her so much. He leaned back in his chair, taking her in and making it damn obvious. He was having far too much with this. “Alright.” He told her, giving her a nod and watching her head to the bathroom. 

Once again, she had given him more information than necessary. She found her friends important to her, and the perfect way to get to Thomas was to get to Brie. Looks like he had more research to do. He remained in that position so when she were to leave the restrooms, she’d be able to see him still there, looking at her. Honestly, he had waited a long time for this and so he ensured that this would take as long as possible.

Blind Date ||| Brie & Ramsay

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brie-harlow:

Brie hated herself for the blush that rose to her cheeks at his compliment, and reminded herself that it was a chemical reaction over which she had no control. “That’s very kind of you,” She said, somewhat formally, though she took her seat again as he did the same across from her. “Look, I should just put this out there right away, I’m sure you’re very nice, Thea has excellent taste, and well I’m sure you’re intentions are kind, but I’m really not interested in dating anyone right now. I told Thea I would give this a try but, I just wanted you to know, I’m really just here to appease my friend.’ 

She shrugged and put her hands on the table, “So, having put that out there if you wanna cut the evening short now, I completely understand, but just know that if you choose to continue, this isn’t going to really go anywhere beyond friendship.” 

She blushed, perfect. He hated that he had to fight the smirk trying to make its way to his lips, but he managed successfully. He gave her a nervous smile as she took note of his compliment. However, as she began talking again, he made his smile disappear. It was hard, however, as she claimed Thea had excellent taste, Thea who is going out with Rhys. He tried his best not to laugh, but Brie was making it very hard for him. Luckily, he was used to keeping a neutral face. Years of practice and lying. 

Once she finished talking, he leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table. “You’ll never know it unless you try, Brie.” He claimed, raising his brow cockily. She had just revealed more information than she should have. “Besides, if you really thought that would you have dressed the way you have? Tried so hard with your makeup?” He asked. “You always could have lied to Thea and told her you went on this date, she never would have known really.”

Blind Date ||| Brie & Ramsay

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brie-harlow:

She was texting Thomas under the table. Sure, it would be rude if her date showed up and she was sitting there on her phone, but this was just a formality and she intended to let him know that right from the get go. After all, she had no interest in anyone else, she’d already found the man she loved. But it was nice of Thea to be looking out for her and she didn’t wanna dismiss that effort without some signal of appreciation. Besides, it wasn’t as if she could tell Thea the real reason she didn’t want to date anyone new. 

He was however, late. And Brie didn’t much appreciate that fact. Five to ten minutes of lateness were acceptable, fifteen and she could still consider forgiveness, but to be thirty-five minutes late to a first date, with no text or call, that was pushing it. She supposed perhaps this guy has a busy life, he was a doctor after all, or was he a nurse? She hadn’t truthfully been paying much attention when Thea texted her the info as she’d been somewhat distracted…

Okay, people were starting to give her strange looks, like pitying looks, like she’d been stood up. She was about to stand and leave when a voice spoke over her shoulder, 

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Thank God for women and their big mouths. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have known that he had any plans tonight. Hearing Brie and Thea talking about Brie’s blind date tonight was one of the best things he had heard all day. Since Ramsay hadn’t met Brie yet, now would be the best time. Romantic setting, just the two of them, her having no idea that it was him, what more could he ask for? The girl still meant something to Apollo, and therefore she was incredibly valuable to Ramsay. He thought Thea would have more sense than to talk openly about Brie’s plans, he was sure Rhys had filled her in on everything about him so he assumed she would be a little more cautious. Luckily for him, she was not.

Before entering the building, Ramsay looked at his reflection and quickly scuffed up his hair and loosened his tie. After all he was a very busy med student which was why he was late. Satisfied with his appearance, he strolled into the restaurant. It didn’t take long for him to find her, he had already become rather accustomed with her face and that hair would stand out anywhere. Coming up from behind her, he prepared to play his role. “Brie?” He asked, grabbing her attention. “I’m sorry I’m so late, I didn’t even know if you’d still be here.” He told her, taking the seat across from her. “I’m Tyler, by the way. And you...you’re beautiful. Sorry, that was strange. I mean, Thea I think her name is, right? Well, she told me you were pretty but her words did not do you justice.”

Blind Date ||| Brie & Ramsay

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kaya-monroe:

“What do your enemies call you?” She asked, shaking his hand.

“A wide variety of unpleasantries.” He said with a laugh, “My enemies are a creative, scrappy bunch.” 

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kaya-monroe:

“Well, in that case, I’m Kaya. And who might you be?”

“Friend’s call me Connor.” He said extending a hand. 

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kaya-monroe:

“You’re not gonna go to the police are you? I was kidding! What’s torture? All I know is prayer. I love Jesus.”

“Yeah, you definitely look like the bible toting type.” he said, rolling his eyes, “Relax, we’re one and the same.” 

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kaya-monroe:

“Oh, I do love that too. Pulling people’s fingernails off is one of my other favourites, along with busting knee caps. God, we have so much in common!” She quipped. “See, I’m not a fan of psychological and emotional torture. I’m too impatient for it.” She hoped her tone wasn’t coming across as serious as she was being. She didn’t need this guy running to the police because she may or may not have tortured a couple dozen people in her life time…

“I don’t believe I caught your name?”