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hey35andholding) wrote2011-05-01 04:21 am
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OOM - Tequila Sunrise, Tequila Sunset....
[OOC: Continued from here.]
Clementine's Milliways apartment looks like a hippie gift shop. There's a hookah, pillow-strewn couches, and a bunch of oil paintings of her dressed up in metal bikinis brandishing a sword.
She points at the sofa, tells Sam to sit down, and sits opposite him.
"Want to tell me why you have two names?" she asks.
Clementine's Milliways apartment looks like a hippie gift shop. There's a hookah, pillow-strewn couches, and a bunch of oil paintings of her dressed up in metal bikinis brandishing a sword.
She points at the sofa, tells Sam to sit down, and sits opposite him.
"Want to tell me why you have two names?" she asks.
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She finally lets go of his hand to unbutton her blouse and get off her pants. Her underwear is shockingly non-revealing; a camisole and some panties that aren't nearly as revealing as her usual set. And that's all that's coming off tonight, Sam, sorry.
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"Yeah only the fence as mud splattered a bit."
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"I had a lemonade stand." It's the only memory she has of her childhood that has any good connotation, and even that's tainted.
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"I like lemonade."
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"It was mostly instant. I was ten." Clementine does not cook, sadly.
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"That is good too. It's really good with a touch of cherry mixed in."
And Vodka...
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She barely knows him, but she knows that. It might be all she needs to know.
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He hasn't noticed the tattoos on her back yet, but he can read her life there. And one day, his name will be the only thing there.