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bitternightingale:

“You don’t know where those men come from or who they are.  Who knows what weird things they could be into or if they’re a serial killer.  I’d rather continue to take my chances of charming and picking up a wealthy man to marry at events the same way my mother did.”

“I digress; have your opinion.” After all, it was less competition. “Just know with an attitude like that, you’d send most men running. Not an ounce of charm in you.”

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hatterstearoom:

“If I was at all concerned with your opinion, I might be offended.”

“And if I was at all trying to offend you; perhaps I would have tried harder.”

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hatterstearoom:

“There’s a couple more nights of regular shows and then I’m taking a few days off. I’m not sure I’d hear the end of it from my parents or my girlfriend if I chose the club over them for the holidays.”

“I’m sure the audience will be enternally grateful, should you appear to go off the radar for a while.” Xavier sighed. “And not just because it’s holiday season.”

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bitternightingale:

“And what exactly are you implying there?  That I should be charging gross, strange men to take me places? No, I’m too pretty for that, not to mention I don’t need the money.  The only possible way I’d consider that is if it were Prince Harry trying to hire me but he’s sadly going to be off the market soon.”

“Gross, strange, men?” Xavier could almost laugh--- the stereotypes pleasing her to no end. “My sweet, how incredibly mistaken you are.” Fingers toyed with the straw of her drink, dry bouts of laughter fleeing her lips. “Think rich men. Powerful men. The kind of men who’d make your momma proud.”

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billy-berger:

“Not at all, Miss. Just the fact that if he’s pale as freak, only wears black clothes and we just see him at night… That doesn’t mean he’s a vampire. I’m sure that man has a life of his own.” Billy took another sip of his beer. He was not legally allowed to drink, but that was never a problem. “Do you think that that man-” He pointed to the bartender.“ Could be a vampire?”

“I stick by the notion that you don’t truly know a person ‘til you’ve drank with them.” Xavier’s lips stretched into a smirk, hand finding place raking through her hazel tresses. “Invite him over after his shift. Then your question’ll be answered.”

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mcqn:

“Well, you know, race cars don’t need headlights, because the track is always lit.”

“Never use that word ever again.”

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bitternightingale:

“Apparently I’m the only one not planning on bringing someone home for Christmas to be on the Christmas Special.  Would it be desperate to try and hire someone to be a date?”

“Desperate?” Xavier retorted. “No. Though a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be the one doing the hiring.”

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queenmadam:

“Watch your tone, dear.  You’re supposed to make people want to come back not making them appalled and run for the door.  I swear if you make me lose business you will find yourself working a street corner before you can blink.”

Tongue traced teeth as the young woman watched her superior talk. Drawn out sigh followed Xavier’s reluctance to let the stranger go. “I’d never dream of it,” she began, “I’m you best shot aren’t I? I don’t take my responsibility lightly, ma’am.”

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billy-berger:

“Ok, no matter what you say to me, I’m positive that the bartender is not a vampire.”

“And I’m positive you have a horrible judge of character--” Began Xavier, taking a seat next to him, in desperate need of something heavy following a particularly busy night at The Red Queen.

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rxsecursed:

“That has become very debatable after the events of the last month or so,” he answered her shrugging.

“There’s places for people like you, boy.” She began. “What troubles you? Surely nothing a bottle of a Chardonnay couldn’t solve?” Her tone turned to something verging on inviting. Offering her hospitality was the least she could do.

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sullivanjames:

“I apologize for disturbing you,” the sincerity infiltrating his words was strong and true. He hadn’t intended any harm, but it was clear his company wasn’t entirely welcomed. Keeping his distance, Sulley’s frown was concealed by the dim light of the street. “It was just a misunderstanding. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Seems a wasted opportunity, no?” Time spent in New York has brought about a crippling loneliness. Lack of satisfaction haunted her like a ghost; the emotional form at least. Days grew tiresome while nights were fueled with empty delights. “Stay. What’s your name?”

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southernprinse:

Sliding a red wine across to her, Hans looked her up and down. Her curvaceous figure completely evident in her tight fitting work dress. “Xavier am I right? I don’t mind getting to know you slightly first, I’m not an animal.”

Slightly taken aback by his gesture, though masking it by retaining her signature poker face, she twisted the cap from the bottle and tossed it to the table. Being wined and dined was certainly a new concept, but nevertheless a welcomed one. “That’s right.” Cuban accent leaked through her tone of voice, moments before the bottle had been brought to her lips and the cool liquid hit the back of her throat. “Suit yourself.” She began, leaning towards him over the table. “What do you wanna know?” 

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rxsecursed:

“I never said it was the best decision.  I didn’t quite think it through but no I don’t plan on just giving them out to random people.”

“You lost me it ‘I didn’t think’. Are you sane?”

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aliceskingsleighs:

“It’s not.” Alice answered bluntly. Her blue eyes, wandered round the parking lot, with innocent wonder as she took in her surroundings. She was very rarely seen downtown, not that she couldn’t handle herself but that there was nothing much for her there other than the taunting jibes of Victoria’s girls. “Asher, works here at the moment, so I was waiting him to finish his shift. This is The Red Queen is it not?”

“The one and only.” Pride crept upon the words that Xavier spoke. Like a foreign animal wandering into her territory, The Red Queen was her home beyond home. A sanctuary in which she found security within the borders of New York. “Do you want me to get him, or? How does this work?” Her eyes brushed over the woman quickly, intrigue at what could have possibly coaxed the notorious Alice that Victoria had spoken of towards somewhere a little further from her usual ‘scene’.

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southernprinse:

“Your owner until…” Hans looked down at his wrist, scanning over the face of his deep blue rolex. “…two a.m, by my watch.” 

“Owner?” The temptation to scoff was overruled by her own comprehension of the possible outcome. “Whatever you say.” Her knuckles grazed the warm skin of his neck as her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt. “Shall we?”

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rxsecursed:

“No I’m not just giving them away to people on the street.  Who knows what could happen to those dogs, they could end up right back in the shelter or worse off than they were there.  I’m housing them for now while I figure out what to do with them.”

“Because taking all the dogs, then giving them to people who didn’t specifically go looking for them, is such a heroic act? Give it a month or two and you’ll be seeing all those sad puppy dogs back on your doorstep, emaciated, flee-ridden and well...it’s gonna bite you in the ass.”