I sent it to the email that’s on your FB…
I hope that’s okay ._. If not, give me another email and I’ll send it later. I am off to actually sleep now!
For the project. I’ll just be throwing out ideas randomly probably, I’ll invite you to be an author or whatever it is.
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*smirks, raising an eyebrow* Dance? Sorry, honey, you’re cute and all, but…
*smirks keeping his hand where it is* Scared? I do know how to tango after all.
*grins, laughing loudly* Alright, then. *rests a hand in one of his, standing*
*puts his other arm on her waist and grins* You know how to tango?
*laughs* Oh, yeah. I’ve studied dance since I was three. Let’s just see how much I remember.
*starts to lead her, going through the steps and twirling her at proper times* You’re doing pretty well.. *smiles for real*
*winks* You’re not bad yourself. Better than my old partner was, anyway.
Oh yeah? *chuckles* You’re better than mine too.
*off-hand* Of course, for an old guy he wasn’t that bad.
*laughs out loud almost drilling in his motions but not quite* I see.
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*smirks, raising an eyebrow* Dance? Sorry, honey, you’re cute and all, but…
*smirks keeping his hand where it is* Scared? I do know how to tango after all.
*grins, laughing loudly* Alright, then. *rests a hand in one of his, standing*
*puts his other arm on her waist and grins* You know how to tango?
*laughs* Oh, yeah. I’ve studied dance since I was three. Let’s just see how much I remember.
*starts to lead her, going through the steps and twirling her at proper times* You’re doing pretty well.. *smiles for real*
*winks* You’re not bad yourself. Better than my old partner was, anyway.
Oh yeah? *chuckles* You’re better than mine too.
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*smirks, raising an eyebrow* Dance? Sorry, honey, you’re cute and all, but…
*smirks keeping his hand where it is* Scared? I do know how to tango after all.
*grins, laughing loudly* Alright, then. *rests a hand in one of his, standing*
*puts his other arm on her waist and grins* You know how to tango?
*laughs* Oh, yeah. I’ve studied dance since I was three. Let’s just see how much I remember.
*starts to lead her, going through the steps and twirling her at proper times* You’re doing pretty well.. *smiles for real*
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*smirks, raising an eyebrow* Dance? Sorry, honey, you’re cute and all, but…
*smirks keeping his hand where it is* Scared? I do know how to tango after all.
*grins, laughing loudly* Alright, then. *rests a hand in one of his, standing*
*puts his other arm on her waist and grins* You know how to tango?
*runs his hand though his hair* The floor? *sighs*
*continues to crawl, her skirt sliding up to reveal her lacy white bloomers (and a pretty nice ass); mumbling to herself* I’m illin’… It was pure, too!
*coughs and averts his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks; more to himself really* He used to be a junkie…
*still not looking up* Now and then I like to… feel good… *glances at him, smirking* They say I have the bast ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true? *extends her legs, wiggling her butt*
*blushes even redder* What? I mean…yes? I mean…. You uh look familiar. *changes subject*
*smirks, raising an eyebrow; stands, hands on her hips* Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work. I… dance. *swings her arms over her head, miming handcuffs, and moving her hips*
*swallows* Uh yeah. Alright that makes sense. *looks around uneasily*
*nudges Mark with her hip* Help me look? *turns her attention back to the floor*
*incredulously* Help you look?! *frowns before sighing* Okay. *looks around and spots something* What..? *eyes widen and pockets it quickly*
*turns, seeing Mark slip something into his pocket* What’s that?!
*pales slightly* Just a…candy bar wrapper. *blows out the candle to distract her sits down on the couch, shrugging*
*is unfazed* Saw that. Now you’ll just have to light it again! *sits next to him on the couch, creeping her hand towards his pocket as she holds the candle up with the other*
*flips open the matchbox to show her* That was my last match. *shrugs and shifts his leg to block her path*
*rolls her eyes, tossing the candle* Our eyes’ll adjust. *glances out the window* Thank god for the moon. *crawls her fingers up his thigh*
*snorts* The moon? Like you can even see it in New York City. *freezes, blushing before deciding to ignore her hand*
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*smirks, raising an eyebrow* Dance? Sorry, honey, you’re cute and all, but…
*smirks keeping his hand where it is* Scared? I do know how to tango after all.
*runs his hand though his hair* The floor? *sighs*
*continues to crawl, her skirt sliding up to reveal her lacy white bloomers (and a pretty nice ass); mumbling to herself* I’m illin’… It was pure, too!
*coughs and averts his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks; more to himself really* He used to be a junkie…
*still not looking up* Now and then I like to… feel good… *glances at him, smirking* They say I have the bast ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true? *extends her legs, wiggling her butt*
*blushes even redder* What? I mean…yes? I mean…. You uh look familiar. *changes subject*
*smirks, raising an eyebrow; stands, hands on her hips* Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work. I… dance. *swings her arms over her head, miming handcuffs, and moving her hips*
*swallows* Uh yeah. Alright that makes sense. *looks around uneasily*
*nudges Mark with her hip* Help me look? *turns her attention back to the floor*
*incredulously* Help you look?! *frowns before sighing* Okay. *looks around and spots something* What..? *eyes widen and pockets it quickly*
*turns, seeing Mark slip something into his pocket* What’s that?!
*pales slightly* Just a…candy bar wrapper. *blows out the candle to distract her sits down on the couch, shrugging*
*is unfazed* Saw that. Now you’ll just have to light it again! *sits next to him on the couch, creeping her hand towards his pocket as she holds the candle up with the other*
*flips open the matchbox to show her* That was my last match. *shrugs and shifts his leg to block her path*
*rolls her eyes, tossing the candle* Our eyes’ll adjust. *glances out the window* Thank god for the moon. *crawls her fingers up his thigh*
*snorts* The moon? Like you can even see it in New York City. *freezes, blushing before deciding to ignore her hand*
*smirks* Street lights, then. *keeps moving her hand, waiting for him to stop her or give in*
Now that I believe. *abruptly stands holding out his hand* Wanna..dance?
*runs his hand though his hair* The floor? *sighs*
*continues to crawl, her skirt sliding up to reveal her lacy white bloomers (and a pretty nice ass); mumbling to herself* I’m illin’… It was pure, too!
*coughs and averts his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks; more to himself really* He used to be a junkie…
*still not looking up* Now and then I like to… feel good… *glances at him, smirking* They say I have the bast ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true? *extends her legs, wiggling her butt*
*blushes even redder* What? I mean…yes? I mean…. You uh look familiar. *changes subject*
*smirks, raising an eyebrow; stands, hands on her hips* Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work. I… dance. *swings her arms over her head, miming handcuffs, and moving her hips*
*swallows* Uh yeah. Alright that makes sense. *looks around uneasily*
*nudges Mark with her hip* Help me look? *turns her attention back to the floor*
*incredulously* Help you look?! *frowns before sighing* Okay. *looks around and spots something* What..? *eyes widen and pockets it quickly*
*turns, seeing Mark slip something into his pocket* What’s that?!
*pales slightly* Just a…candy bar wrapper. *blows out the candle to distract her sits down on the couch, shrugging*
*is unfazed* Saw that. Now you’ll just have to light it again! *sits next to him on the couch, creeping her hand towards his pocket as she holds the candle up with the other*
*flips open the matchbox to show her* That was my last match. *shrugs and shifts his leg to block her path*
*rolls her eyes, tossing the candle* Our eyes’ll adjust. *glances out the window* Thank god for the moon. *crawls her fingers up his thigh*
*snorts* The moon? Like you can even see it in New York City. *freezes, blushing before deciding to ignore her hand*
*runs his hand though his hair* The floor? *sighs*
*continues to crawl, her skirt sliding up to reveal her lacy white bloomers (and a pretty nice ass); mumbling to herself* I’m illin’… It was pure, too!
*coughs and averts his eyes, a blush dusting his cheeks; more to himself really* He used to be a junkie…
*still not looking up* Now and then I like to… feel good… *glances at him, smirking* They say I have the bast ass below Fourteenth Street. Is it true? *extends her legs, wiggling her butt*
*blushes even redder* What? I mean…yes? I mean…. You uh look familiar. *changes subject*
*smirks, raising an eyebrow; stands, hands on her hips* Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work. I… dance. *swings her arms over her head, miming handcuffs, and moving her hips*
*swallows* Uh yeah. Alright that makes sense. *looks around uneasily*
*nudges Mark with her hip* Help me look? *turns her attention back to the floor*
*incredulously* Help you look?! *frowns before sighing* Okay. *looks around and spots something* What..? *eyes widen and pockets it quickly*
*turns, seeing Mark slip something into his pocket* What’s that?!
*pales slightly* Just a…candy bar wrapper. *blows out the candle to distract her sits down on the couch, shrugging*
*is unfazed* Saw that. Now you’ll just have to light it again! *sits next to him on the couch, creeping her hand towards his pocket as she holds the candle up with the other*
*flips open the matchbox to show her* That was my last match. *shrugs and shifts his leg to block her path*
