A Job and a Favor ll Closed RP
Addie’s eyes swept around the room, observing the small tables and the patrons sharing in intimate conversation. Eventually, her gaze focused on a woman sitting idly alone with her back to Addie, waiting for someone it seemed.That was the best guess. Approaching the table, Addie readies herself for the unknown favor sure to be asked of her.
“Ms. Saxon?” she asks, standing not far from the seated woman,and smiling as best she could.
mackenziesaxon said: Her glare deepened, and she folded her arms over her chest with a slight sneer. “Wouldn’t that be some freaky form of rape? If you were going to take it that far.”
“Its hardly rape if you aren’t objecting to it.” He growled, establishing a mental connection with her to delve into her thoughts. To see what she was really thinking.
{ The World’s second w o r s t crime is boredom—
—well, the first is being a bore. }
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“Well there are obviously a lot of you people. I’m not quite sure what to think about that mutual interest into my person but I shall be flattered nevertheless. Now enlighten me, are there any problems you need me to fix for you, my dear?”
Vaguely. Not well enough to know she has a son, apparently. I don’t know, you just look a bit like - oh. Right. Never mind.
No, go ahead tell me who I look like.
mackenziesaxon replied to your post: Attention: Hunting Partner needed.
I havent hunted anything in a while.
Oh hello. Sorry, do I know you?
Making Good
Jim slid into the seat at the bar next to the girl; ordering a whiskey, his usual. “Mackenzie Saxon?” He didn’t make eye contact; in fact, it wasn’t even clear if he was talking to her - besides the use of her name. “I’ve been informed you’re good with a knife. And a gun, presumably.” He took a sip of his drink, turning to look at her with a quirked eyebrow. “I can offer you a job. You’ll make good money. Of course, you’d have to be able to take orders - can you?”
