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Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Thread Started on Apr 7, 2009, 1:26pm »
Jamie pulled into Tiller's empty parking lot slowly. The store had been closed about two hours now but cars were still in the lot. Obviously he wasn't the only one meeting someone here. Small town rules were everything and apparently having a designated driver was one of them. How quaint. He rolled the windows down in his car and pulled over some horse magazine that he always had randomly floating around in his car. He was leasing this particular vehicle and already it had a horse library in the backseat. Still it kept him entertained before meetings and during unimportant business calls.
He'd settled on a loose emerald green shirt that made his eyes 'pop' as his sister would say and a loose fitting pair of jeans that made his butt 'pop' as his ex-girlfriends would say. They were just normal clothes to him since most women did his shopping for him, or they had when he had a woman around. Everything but his suits had been bought by a member of the opposite gender. Meant he looked decent, most days. He turned the radio up while he waited, this godforsaken american music was actually fairly decent to listen to.
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Re: Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Reply #1 on Apr 7, 2009, 1:42pm »
The truck engine rumbled like the low growl of a dog. She turned the key in the ignition and slid out of the open door of the truck and closed it after her. Claire clicked her keys on a belt loop, leaving them to jingle with every step she took as they bounced on her hip. She strode confidently from the diesel truck, now dormant, in a pair of fitted low-cut jeans with small torn holes at the knees yet still fashionably acceptable. Her shirt was button-up white and over top was a thin, semi-sparkled pink see-through button-up. It was simple and comfortable. Like her hair, simply left to lay out. The waves bounced as she walked, her booted heels clicking on the cement.
She had seen the car come rolling in and she had been able to recognize Jamie from through the windshield. Claire rapped her knuckles on the window and leaned down, tucking some of her hair behind an ear as she did. She had never been much for pink, but it was one of her casually nice-looking shirts and it worked nicely. Her hand rested on her hip, thumb through a belt-loop as she waited for Jamie.
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Re: Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Reply #2 on Apr 7, 2009, 1:48pm »
He looked up as someone tapped on his window. "Och well com in then", he reached across the center console and opened the door for her. "Sorry I didnae see ye pull up or I'd hae gotten oot", he explained turning the radio back down. "I feel like I've overdressed", he complimented her as he threw the magazine back into the backseat. He really did, he hadn't expected her to clean up so nice. Well he knew she was pretty, that was hard to hide, but this pretty? He never would have guessed or imagined. He'd have to double his efforts to get her to go out on a date with him apparently.
"Well let's go, the drinks won't get no colder fer us waiting here", he gave her an excited smile as he buckled his seat belt, "And the pool players won't stick around fer us either", he added with a wink.
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Re: Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Reply #3 on Apr 7, 2009, 2:11pm »
"Really? That would have been quite the feat since I was here before you." Claire smiled and she ducked her head in as she slid down into the seat and closed the door after her. She moved her hair to one side and buckled herself in without needing to be told to do so.
Her eyebrows raised a little as she looked him over and then shook her head. "No, you look casual to me." She told him. Claire checked herself quickly and considered how she looked. Her jeans were torn at the knees, how was that overdressing? She was lucky to even have her hair look the way it does. "If anything, at least we know who'll be geting drinks tonight from the other lovely ladies." She flirted ever so slightly with him.
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Re: Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Reply #4 on Apr 7, 2009, 2:18pm »
"We?", he lifted an eyebrow as he backed out of the parking space. "The lassies don' buy my drinks", he winked at her as the car was shifted into park, "I buy the lasses drinks, how else am I to start fights?", he laughed as the car began to travel down the road. "Ye Americans don' ken how to brawl", he added rolling his window up to keep the wind from messing with her hair. "But ye do other things verra well so it evens out", he flirted right back with her. Couldn't let her think he wasn't up to the game now could he.
"Are ye any good at billiards then?", he asked turning down an ancient asphalt road, passing rusted mailboxes and mobile homes interpsersed among empty cow pastures. "I'm not sae fair meself but I try hard so I get credit", he chortled at the thought. He rarely won a game but that was usually because he was distracted. He didn't doubt for a moment he wouldn't be distracted tonight, not with Claire nearby.
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Re: Pinch, Poke, You Owe me a Coke « Reply #5 on Apr 7, 2009, 2:33pm »
Claire laughed, "Americans don't brawl, we wrestlem and fight dirty." She continued to laugh at it. So he was a ladie's man was he? She'd like to see how the night would turn out like that. Claire was looking for fun, no fights, but such was life if it became such. "What things are those? Have a strange language that even our own natives do not fully understand?"
Billiards? Did he mean darts? She was horrible with darts. Now if it was pool or poker, then she was a force to contend with. Especially poker. Her poker face was always a smile and as if being a woman was not distraction enough, try being a smiling woman. It always worked out if she was bluffing. "I'm not good at it, no, but that's nothing I worry myself over." Claire replied.
She leaned back in the seat and stared out the window. It was a very peaceful thing for her to do. It kept her mind in a clear state, one that was lost in watching flashin images but still able to hold a conversation. "You know where it is, right? It ought to be coming up."
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