Yeah, I hear ya. Tell you what. If you see Terry before I do, I really do want both sides of that story. I promise to ask questions and let him talk before
I do any shooting. I want to help them both.
The Phoenix Bar and Grill
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Posts: 1367 (11/06/09 17:09:02) missionary man |
There's always forgiveness...if you ask for it
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Posts: 4546 (11/07/09 11:09:42) Burning Ice |
Clarity is watching
what's going on from the other side of the bar where other customers are keeping her busy.
She hasn't even had time to thank Cort for his kind words or
to say hello to Ann who came in a while ago. But she sure can see that, behind all her friends' friendly faces and tone, there's a lot of tension,
worry, or sadness.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
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Posts: 8 (11/08/09 12:45:51) |
Peyton returned to the Phoenix with her attitude still in tact but ever so slightly altered. After greeting Paul with a smile, she took her Manhattan and sat at the same table as last time.
All her life, she had had many encounters with men who walked on the wild side and often their crude brutish ways added to the rush of exhilaration she felt while being with them. They tended to act spontaneously with whatever whim happened to capture their fancy at the moment. That was the thrill! They just took off with no fear of flying.
She could hold her own pretty well and was not easily daunted as it was living life on the edge, and the inherent risks involved were worth it most of the time. Peyton felt older and wiser than her years because she had packed her life with instability and precariousness.
She had also had her fair share of experience when things had turned dicey, and the results were not pretty. Plenty of scars had been left on her heart and spirit.
The barmaid, Clarity, brought her another drink, without asking. Peyton feeling she was rather abrupt with her at their first meeting thanked her warmly.
She drank and took in all the activity going around her.
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Posts: 2873 (11/08/09 17:09:35) Lady Godiva |
CortMarshal wrote: Almost as soon as he says this, Paul takes Cort aside for a private word. And I am left defenseless in the face of what I know is truth. Cort never lies to me; it's a large part of our bond. He may see the best in me, but he wouldn't ever lead me astray just because he wants me to be happy in life. It's a good thing Cort's attention is drawn away from me. It's a buffer -- and I use it wisely, I think, to squeeze his hand and leave as I mouth "thank you" to him. Outside, the sun is setting. There's time still to think on Cort's words. But maybe not enough time to assess their impact on me. I went in the Phoenix feeling rudderless, unable to even figure out how to go about making a decision or listen to my own heart and head. But with a few simple sentences, Cort has made me admit to myself that I really do know what I want. And fear cannot keep me tied down. Not now. Not now that I know Cort believes that Ben is telling the truth. Not now that I clearly see I do no one any favors if I let a decision be made by default. If I want one of them, either Ben or Drover, it's up to me to go get him. And if I don't want one or either of them, I must own up to it. I only know one thing: no compromises, no half-ways, nothing but everything or it's not worth it.
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Posts: 9 (11/12/09 15:38:53) |
Peyton was getting antsy. Maybe he wasn't going to show. Well one more round wouldn't hurt. She walked up to the bar and sat on one of the stools.
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Posts: 117 (11/13/09 19:47:06) as hard as they come.... |
Why was it he was stuck at the garage -- waiting on Colin to finish pulling spark plugs a monkey could pull in half the time? Because he's the one Lily left the key, wasn't he? It's like Colin was doing this on purpose. Hando just watches him, stoking a fire deep inside, enjoying the way it hones the edge, hardens the feeling of anticipation. And finally... finally! Even Colin can only take so long with this task. Then he's done, wiping his hands, giving that slow blink he does just to set himself up to ask what they're doing tonight after work. Hando lets him ask the question, watches Dom hitch up his pants as he waits to find out what they're doing. Hando is doing one thing -- and they're doing another. Only they don't know it. Yet. Besides, last two nights he'd sent them off to warm up a table at the pub over in Seaside while he'd cruised by the Phoenix just to check. So tonight he sends them to the pool hall in Marina. Says he'll be maybe a half hour behind them. To get in some trouble before he gets there and he'll rack them in the local talent once he makes it there. Hando waits while they drive off and then he drives to the Phoenix. Does he know before he walks in she'll be there tonight? He's eliminated the obvious; he knew she'd be back. Knew she couldn't stay away. Sure she hadn't meant to really let that sweet pride of hers really get in the way of what her body wanted. He sees her, just settling in at the bar, the moment he opens the door. He nears her even before she's even had time to clear an area atop the bar for her handbag. He stands behind her, right up close, waiting for the perfect moment. She straightens up ever so slightly; looks to her left like she knows something's different but isn't sure what. He leans in over her just a bit more to catch the warm scent that gathers around her. And the second she lifts her drink to her lips, he puts his mouth near her ears, leans his chest into her. He pitches his voice to that specific timbre he knows is a vibration a woman knows as instinct. "Couldn't stay away, could ya, love? Know the feeling... Nothing you even want to control, is it?" I think we should stick together...past is past,eh?
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Posts: 10 (11/14/09 10:21:53) |
Advancing morosely to the bar, not paying attention to the many comings and goings, Peyton has already conceded that he won't be here and has settled in for a very long and lonesome night.
It was her own fault. She had over-reacted at their first meeting, insulted him and made it obvious to his friends. Why would he come back? If he did, it wouldn't be to mess with her. Maybe he thought she was too high maintenance?
Finally finding a place to perch and frustrated beyond belief, she is about to slam her empty glass on the crowded counter and bends down to haul up her purse. Then on straightening up, she feels a hint of something…a suggestion, a premonition…a vague auspicious omen.
Looking just to the left, she cocks her ear for the slightest murmur and picks up the fresh drink that has appeared before her.
The warmth of a whisper and the faintest trace of a brush against her ear, a voice deep, sensual but at the
same time confident in its affect….and make no mistake, it leaves her affected.
Closing her eyes so can reap the reward of all her quivering senses on high alert, she tilts her head back and leans against his solid chest for a brief moment.
She then twists her body on the stool and pivots towards him.
Softly, she utters, "No, I don't want to control or subdue it. I just want to….I just… I just want you." She finishes leaving her heavy sentence dangling between them, embarrassment flushing her skin red that she can't hide her body's betrayal, that she can't hide from him. |
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Posts: 118 (11/17/09 18:47:30) as hard as they come.... |
"And here I am. Answer to your dreams, luv. Cuz when it comes to subduing anything, I'll be the one who'll be in control..."
Hando can't help the little giggle that comes from the part of him that likes when he's got words too clever to be stopped. He wraps an arms lightly around her waist as he swivels into the stool next to her. He sits facing her, watching the flush that steels away any sense of calm in this beauty. With just two fingertips, he slowly picks up an errant strand of hair and then tucks in behind her ear, the one he's whispered into. When her eyes meet his, he smiles a predator's smile. "What's your name then, love?" I think we should stick together...past is past,eh?
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Posts: 11 (11/21/09 08:53:39) |
Peyton listens closely to his words. She knows they are not macho posturing or bravado; still he grins as if he's quite pleased with himself and it takes the edge off them. She wonders how often he has used those words as a line and how many times he's been successful.
She is so turned on that she can feel herself dampen and then drip. She wonders if he can smell it on her-her animal desire, her need, her feverish anticipation.
He starts playing with a strand of her hair and his touch so light takes her breath away.
When he laughs, it's rather endearing as it's genuine and ever so slightly boyish. Peyton just needs that moment to pull herself together again to answer his question.
"Peyton" She returns his carnal smile boldly meeting his eyes, "And you….?". |
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Posts: 119 (11/23/09 19:45:12) as hard as they come.... |
He leans in, bold in the frankness of his moves with her. He drops a hand atop her thigh then sniffs at her neck, slowly moving up until he can speak into the
shell of her ear, knowing she'll feel the pulse of his words as puffs of air. He says, "Name's Hando. Remember it, love. You'll be calling it
out to the pillow before the night's over."
With other girls, he may have taken another approach. But this drives him to be aggressive, sure. Something there, he tells himself, feeling the slight tremble in her leg and hearing the way her breathing gets more and more shallow the longer he stays here in this dominant position. He smiles to himself; then feels the energy around him. Hando whispers her name in a voice that's laced with sex and cigarettes and every forbidden fruit her parents must've warned her to avoid. He says to her, "You want another drink ... before we clear outta here?" Hando nods toward Paul to get his attention; orders himself an ale, nods toward Peyton so Paul will know to bring her another of whatever it is she's drinking. While they're waiting on their next round, Hando slides his hand over her knee; his hand's so big, it nearly encircles her knee. He likes a tiny girl; always has. "Your place nearby?" he asks her. I think we should stick together...past is past,eh?
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