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Zane had just gotten out of office, a little pissed and stressed from all the work people were not able to do. Sometimes his life sucked even more than it already did. And this fucked up weather didn't help his mood at all. Cold and windy. What the fuck was wrong with this world today to hate on him like that? He pulled his coat tighter and exhaled hot air into his hands before he rubbed them against each other.

If Dana wasn't home now, Zane would probably flip. No, definitely. He was hungry, tired and pissed for fucks sake. Either life was hating on him...or trolling him. Just as he was about to go up to their flat, he got a message from Dana saying she'll be staying at her friends over night and not come home.

Which practically meant that he'd have to get something to eat from some shop because it was her task to get some groceries. Things would be so much easier if he'd been born after her.

Walking quickly towards the next pizza shop or whatever was on the way, he was replying the message he got from his sister and didn't see the woman infront of him. As he bumped into her shoulder, he already knew this wouldn't end with an sorry. Zane turned around and saw the coffee spilled on her coat, a silent curse leaving his lips. "Fuck I'm sorry. I didn't see you, I was texting someone. Are you okay?"

Well, she obviously was not considering her ranting and angry look. Duh. "I'll pay for it to get cleaned and get you a new coffee...god damn this day can't get worse can it"

Bijou sniffed as she made her way down the Rue De La Paix, her blonde hair tucked away beneath a black wooly hat. She’d not quite recovered from the consuming her body weight in free champagne cocktails at Le Calthorpe a few days earlier, the tiny Louis Vuitton slip dress she’d had covering her...

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Zane was beyond stressed. Some of his guards didn't show up that day due their kids or a damn cold. A cold? Just take some god damn painkillers and come to work, he had no one to jump in for them. He didn't have the time for anything to eat or drink yet since he was constantly trying to find a substitute for these idiots. If no one came he'd probably just do the damn job himself.

As the door knocked, he almost jumped out of the seat and knocked his telephone over before he actually got up to open the door. "Yes?" He aske a bit annoyed. His stressed expression changed as he saw a familiar face infront of his and raised a brow chuckling. "Hey, what brings you here?"

This time the guard shook his head. “Look, I’ve been giving him the coffee like you asked but you can’t avoid him forever. ‘Sides, why still bother giving him coffee and a sandwich?” He said, obviously pointing out that she never gave them anything other than the hot beverage. Eloise gave a pout...

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Zane looked at the backseat, shrugging his shoulders. "Looks fine to me. But i don't know, I prefer not living it constant fear of either hitting my head against te ceiling or rolling off the damn seat. I'm sure that bar has a better place to offer. But if you really want to ruin those seats of yours" He laughed quietly to himself as he buried his fingers in his hair. The time to embarass himself and tell her about how he had his first time in the back of his chevy truck in High school was something he'd spare for the drunk part. It was already embarassing enough that he actually knew no bar in this city. He would've liked going out and just letting go for a night, just drinking himself into oblivion. But he just never found the time to, so he'd do that with a bottle of whiskey at home. Well, only when Dana wasn't there of course.  "I'm terrified." Zane smirked as he rubbed his thumb over his lower lip and looked at the bar surprised. He had to admit, he thought she'd choose something..more trashy. Not that she looked like that, but she seemed like the kind of person that would prefer a loud, crowded place. This was actually pretty decent. "Nice one" He admitted and got out of the car, looking at her over the roof of the car. "I'm impressed, tall blonde woman"

  She looked over at the other in a side glance as he started to take articles off. “Take it easy big boy. No stripping yet. Wait until you’re drunk. Then we can have a sloppy one night stand in the roomy backseat.” Chantal wiggled her eyebrows as she continued driving faster down the empty road. “It goes fast enough.”

As he spoke, she rolled her eyes. She hated when people didn’t make their own choices when offered. It seemed weak. But she wouldn’t be rude about it. Chantal was just going to pick and go for it. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t give you the option. I’m a very accommodating murder.” For a few more moments, she drove, making a few turns here and there before arrive at Masion de Nuit. This was one of her favorite places to drink. It was classy but not too classy. It was some place where she could just relax and not have to worry about being too formal. “Alright, we’re here. Let’s go get our drink on.”

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"Okay, fine. Get home safe yeah" he sighed as he held the box under his arm and opened her door. "See you around!"

"It’s okay, I have a younger sister I’m used to it" he said winking, just to make she didn’t take it the wrong way again.

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Zane took off his jacket, feeling uncomfortably formal in that car with her. He unbuttoned a few more buttons of his shirt then before he was feeling better. "It is. How fast?"

No, he didn't know her. Obviously, the only thing he knew about Chantal was her name and that he had a pretty loud mouth. And walking wasn't hers because shoes are obviously important. "You choose. Wherever you want to murder me is fine, I'm not a picky victim" Zane Chuckled quietly and brushed his hair back.

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"It's okay, I have a younger sister I'm used to it" he said winking, just to make she didn't take it the wrong way again.

"I usually have the table for myself because people either don’t want to approach me or something. So it’ll be fine. Come when you want to" he gave her a warm smile and shrugged his shoulders "don’t worry okay"

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"I usually have the table for myself because people either don't want to approach me or something. So it'll be fine. Come when you want to" he gave her a warm smile and shrugged his shoulders "don't worry okay"

"Why? So either I look like an asshole that’d send you away because I need 4 seats or the nice kid in school" he said with an amused grin on his face and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I’ll make sure there’s a seat free for you from now on."

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"Why? So either I look like an asshole that'd send you away because I need 4 seats or the nice kid in school" he said with an amused grin on his face and crossed his arms over his broad chest. "I'll make sure there's a seat free for you from now on."

Just approach them. You had no problem coming to me. You’re easily likeable if you’d give them a chance to know you.

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Just approach them. You had no problem coming to me. You're easily likeable if you'd give them a chance to know you.

  How many friends do you think I have? Zero.

I’m just that quiet artsy girl from that fashion mag that no one talks to.

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What makes you think that?

  Well you’re probably one of the few to like me so congratulations.

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If I say it it's only a bad thing if i don't like the person, but i like you so it's a good thing.

  I don’t know how crazy can be a compliment…

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That's not true, that was nothing but a joke. And even if you are a little bit crazy, i didn't say tha's a bad thing. Did I?

  You’re free to have an opinion. And since you’re probably not the only one thinking that, then it’s true. Simple as that. 

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I shouldn't have said that. Easy as that.

  I — It’s okay, I’m not — just more embarrassed that got offended like that.

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Wait, listen i'm sorry. I, by all means, did not say that to anger you. I really was only joking..

  I guess.. I really should go really. Um, enjoy the macaroons. 

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"Never said i'd change my mind" Zane stated amused as he got into the car after walking around the nose of it. He nodded approvingly, then gave her a side glance. "Not bad." That comment was definitely for the nice car she owned. At least a woman with taste.  Rolling his eyes lightly at the shoe talk, he nodded at the road. "If we want to go to that bar, you should probably start the car already." Grinning lightly, Zane leaned back into the seat and rested his arm on the side. He liked her attitude, made this a lot more enjoyable than he thought. A loud, deep laugh left his throat then and he shook his head just lightly. "Sure sure, honey. You wouldn't get that outfit of yours dirty with my blood.

  "Hey, man I don’t really care what vibe I’m giving off. Crazy or not, I’m going to the bar." Chantal smirked, shrugging her shoulders slightly. Regardless of what the other thought, she was all ready and set on going to the bar, with or without him. 

As they approached her car, she smiled when he opened the door. Chantal was enjoying this guy’s company more and more. Of course, she was very capable of doing these things for herself. In fact, she would rather do it since it left no option to owe anyone anything. Chantal plopped into her front seat and smiled up at him. “Look, I don’t walk anywhere in my new heels. You can’t just go and break them in like that. It’s a process. Just get in the car and I’ll take you to where I’m going to murder you.”

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Zane looked at he with an amused expression as he stopped walking. "Do I look like some creep that only wants in your pants? And even if so, wouldn't I ask you to go straight home with me then? Think I should actually be cautious around you my dear. You know, some women give off the vibe that screams crazy" he said the last part with a deep chuckle, wriggling his eyebrows slightly. Madness was a lot like gravity, all it needs is a little push.

As they reached her car, he opened the door for her with a crooked smile and an exaggerated bow. "Though we could also just walk the ten minute walk to the bar. But I'm not sure about your safety, since we can't be sure about the pregnant horse, can we?"

And here i thought you’d enjoy my company. But i do have to admit that alcohol is pretty much enough reason to go along.