Irene swiveled on her bar stool to face Gabel and hopped down. Her head was tilted slightly in thought. "Someone else, hm?" She smiled. "Well, I suppose that's only right. It is Kissing Town, after all." She moved closer to her companion, step by deliberate step.
"Although I should tell you, it's not just me who'll be wanting," she remarked, placing a hand on Gabe's knee. "You see, I am rather good at making people want me." She had draped her arm over his shoulder and was grazing the nape of his neck in lazy circles with her nails. "Millionaires, princes. Even a king or two." Irene was leaning forward, her breath fluttering against his cheek. "It's a game, and one I play exquisitely well. I'm wicked, you know," she added quietly, and proceeded to do wicked things to his ear.
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Irene is a skanky ho ;_; I weep for canon.
Date: 2010-02-14 03:20 am (UTC)"Although I should tell you, it's not just me who'll be wanting," she remarked, placing a hand on Gabe's knee. "You see, I am rather good at making people want me." She had draped her arm over his shoulder and was grazing the nape of his neck in lazy circles with her nails. "Millionaires, princes. Even a king or two." Irene was leaning forward, her breath fluttering against his cheek. "It's a game, and one I play exquisitely well. I'm wicked, you know," she added quietly, and proceeded to do wicked things to his ear.