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She takes the wad. "Just for that you earned a private dance later tonight." Not that he wouldn't have gotten it anyways. A kiss across his cheek. Dropping the script into his lap. "I'll wear your favorite." A laugh. "Nothing." She smirks.
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a smile finally cracked on his lips. he pulled her too him as he would muse out "You know I always want to hang out with you." he would slide cash out of his pocket. "Here call in and stay here on the script." he was being dead serious.
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"Yes. You're right. I did need more into it." Her confidence is waning but at least he was honest. "I don't wanna work tonight but I need the cash. I wish I could just hang out with you." & she throws her script down. "I mean if you'd want that."
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"Glad you got it taken care of. I was worried about you while you were gone." Not that she had a right to yet. Did she? Nervously following him outside. Alright. "Let me read my lines to you." She began to read them aloud. Crossing her legs and smiling at him.
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Turning. Lighted up gaze immediately. "Yeah. Just a bit loud today. Trying to practice for a possible audition." Why bother? Setting the script down. "How was your trip?" She knew better than to pry for any details about it.
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The boys had just gotten back from out of town he had been looking for her all day but the air in the clubhouse had gotten louder once the sun started setting. his eyes finally landed on her. “ Hey darlin’ ” he would say as he checked her out. “ seem frustrated tonight ﹖ ”
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Sitting in the club. Frustrated. Tugging her ponytail out and fluffing her locks out. She slams her lipstick down. It's loud tonight. A bunch of the guys are rowdy & that is fair.
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an original character for the multiverse. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒. "I like to think my name is written in the stars." Twenty-eight. She & her. No lean. Pansexual. Exotic dancer.