[Mila Davis] {Hehe. I see you had the same idea I did.. come sit in the broho and troll for some rp!}
to Marni
[Marni] [*L* well, she’s here for a purpose, but yes. :) ]
to Mila Davis
[Marni] Yes. She just ate a little while ago.
Yes. She’s eating again, now.
She made a stop in the kitchen and as she trudges up the stairs, the curvy lil gnawer is shoveling a heaping spoonful of ice cream into her mouth – hot fudge sundae, with all the fixings even. She moans in delight and goes for another bite, uncaring who she might run into in the process.
She’s pretty grubby, right now, her clothing in need of a wash, her body as well, which is likely the only reason that she’s here, daring the lair of the Lord who’s making her life miserable. She doesn’t go straight to the showers or laundry room though – instead, she pauses by the bulletin board, studying the notes and things left there – though her attention is pretty rivoted on one specific one, with an envelope that hangs underneath it.
He’d told her too.
She will.
But it doesn’t make it any easier.
So she stares – and eats more of her ice cream.
[Mila Davis] Mila had been there all day. The couch had been claimed much earlier in the day, and the remote too.. and no one had yet dared challenge her for remote-control or couch dominance! Mwhaha.. she was the queen of the couch!
Mila’s dark hair was pulled back into a poney tail, nothing fancy. She wore a short jean skirt and a tank top. There appeared to be a hot pink bikini top underneath it (rumors have it she spent a little bit of time laying on the roof soaking up some sun earlier). The young woman’s gaze drifted towards the stairs.. and then the board. The noises of happy eating had caught her attention.
A light smile touched her glossed lips as she saw who it was. “Hey Marni..”
[Marni] She jumps – even though she expected to see people there, she didn’t all the same. She looks almost guilty as she peeks over her shoulder, curls bouncing as she does so. Seeing it’s just Mila, she grins, and waves her spoon at her before taking another bite.
She looks back at the board, and then with a groan, she reaches up, grabs one of the envelopes that Ray provided for anyone that needed it – one that contains a money card, and the means to activate it and get some funds, a means to get the apartment she promised him she would get since they can’t be together. She has more than herself to take care of, after all.
She shoves the envelope into her pocket, and moves into the living room proper, flopping her dirty grimy lil self down onto the couch and dropping her pack on the floor by her feet, before sinking into the couch and taking another bite. “Hiya.”
[Mila Davis] “How are you doing? Looks like the kitchen here is taking care of you.” She smiled and scooted over, making sure there was room for her on the couch.
“Uh.. sorry about the other night – not being a help with the issues between you and Lukas. I was a little.. uh, drunk and I think I fell asleep half way through that conversation. Is it getting better at all?”
[Marni] “Dude, I just ate like an hour ago – and by the time I got here I was fuckin’ hungry AGAIN. I’ma be a regular two-ton tessy if this shit keeps up.”
She mutters – but it doesn’t stop her taking another bite of ice cream. She shrugs though. “Not really. I’m forbidden to see or be with him until such time as Lukas gets his head out of his ass and decides I can challenge for the right to have the father of my child be involved in its life.”
Bitter, bitter Marni.
[Mila Davis] “Ugh.. that’s gotta be rough darlin. I’m not looking forward to the day.. or rather months I will have to be pregnant one day. Are you feeling ok other than being insanely hungry?”
She shook her head slightly and sat back on the couch as she spoke about Lukas needing to pull his head out. “Ray seems pretty torn up about it too.. hopefully things will work out for you guys..”
[Marni] She chuckles. “Yeah, an’ not too sure we thought through this ‘get the prego gnawer bonded to a ravenous totem’ thing either.” But it’s said with fondness, even as she scrapes up some more ice cream and plops it into her mouth. “Other than that, I feel fine.”
Then mila says that Ray seems broken up over it too, and Marni looks over at her, eyes wide, hopeful. “He is? Really? I mean… well, you know what I mean.” She wrinkles her nose and slouches farther into the cushions. “I hope so too.”
[Mila Davis] She wrinkled her nose at the totem issue. Eww, yeah – maybe that wasn’t well thought through.. if only she’d joined Twister, then she could have just broken things instead of having to eat them! “Well that’s good I suppose. At least yer not sick every morning. My aunt used to tell me all about how miserable it was to be puking all the time when she was pregnant. I think I’d rather have your problem and just want to eat all the time. Cuz.. you could always bring a mini cooler with you and keep it well stocked.” Mila grinned.
“Yeah.. I get what you mean. And, since I’m friends with both you, and Ray – maybe I could help you guys out by being an inbetween for info .. or whatever. Nothing to be breaking whatever rules there are – Lukas dislikes me enough as is..” She just trailed off at that thought.
[Simon] Simon slips into the common room with a smile on his face. He was carrying his bat over his shoulder and his pack slung over his back. He strides into the room with his usual aura of pride as he makes his way to a table. His eyes shift to both the lovely ladies and he greets both with a smile and a nod of his head.”Ladies, I hope your evenings are going well?”He asks before tossing his bat and bag onto the nearest table.
He then plops his ass down in a seat and swings his feel up onto the nearest table. Leaning back and closing his eyes.
[Marni] She chuckles and nods. “I know right? Though if I start getting TOO fat, I’m gonna demand folks take food away from me, because holy hell, I can’t believe I’ve not gained anything already…”
She waves her spoon at Simon as she studies Mila, and then considers her offer. “Thanks, I appreciate it.” And then, with a devilish little gleam in her eyes, she grins – oooooooh so full of mischief, that Marni. “You got a cell phone – one that takes pictures an’ sends them?”
…she’s up to something…
[Mila Davis] “It’s cuz your baby is a hungry little thing.. even though it’s like.. only this big..” She held up two fingers and barely held them apart, indicating the size she estimated the kiddo might be by now.
For a brief moment, her gaze moved to Simon. “Hey trouble. You met Marni before?”
And then, somewhere from within a back pocket of her skirt Mila removed a phone. “Yeah, you bet I do..”
[Simon] He opens his eye and peeks at Mila.”You talking to me? Yeah I met Marni she gave me chips.”He says with a grin before looking at Marni. Then back at Mila then back to Marni with suspicion in his eyes before closing them and leaning back once more.
“You manage to drag your kin back?”He asks Mila in a curious tone.
[Marni] “The book i got says that’s bout right – it’s bout the size of a coffee bean right bout now. Not even a peanut for another week yet… jus’ a bean.”
She then dimples into a happy grin, and then takes a final bite of her ice cream and leans forward to set her bowl on the coffee table. “Excellent!” She digs in her pack until she finds a black sharpie pen. Then, she winks at Mila, and leans back on the couch, hiking up her tank top to bare her belly, and unbuttoning the top of her cut off jean shorts – unzipping them just a little, just enough to show the top edge of her panties, and then oh so carefully, she writes a little note curving around her lower abs…
‘Ray was here!’
with an arrow pointing toward a lil smiley faced coffee bean sized shape on her lower belly.
“Send him a shot of this – it’ll make him laugh.” How she knows that, exactly, she doesn’t say. She just does.
[Mila Davis] “I did Simon.. I did. I win. Scott’s mine.. his dad just wants a baby..” She wrinkled her nose again. Clearly she thought that plan was a poor one! “He isn’t gonna live with us though.. I think he likes his privacy and doesn’t need us bothersome True’s invading his life.”
Mila glanced back to Marni.. and giggled at the sight. The marker, the drawing and the words. “Ooooh.. that is funny.” She snapped the picture and then set about attempting to send it to Ray, and not someone else by mistake!
[Marni] She chuckles and after the picture is taking, tugs her clothing back into place. “Thanks. Lemme know if he says anything…”
She wrinkles her nose. “And I’m sorry that all that shit went down at your place. I figured Ray deserved to hear my side of the story – no matter what was said. But I’ve behaved to the very letter of the law since then.”
…though she IS a raggie. Loopholes are her friend.
And then, as it filters through what Mila tells Simon, there’s a shadow of longing in her own eyes, one that she shoves away as she smiles at her newly mated friend. “Congrats.”
[Simon] He closes his eyes when he hears that and he growls a little.”No… That sounds like a really stupid idea.”He says before opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.”Let’s all just sit back and let our kin decide what is best for everyone. That seems to be the theme in this place.”He says with a shrug of his shoulders.”He needs his privacy for what? So he can be a target? A weakness for our enemies to exploit and use against us?”He turns his head to look back at her.
“They’re our kin, and they are our responsibility not the other way around. I don’t like this mentality at all… We’ve scattered our kin to the four winds leaving a gaping open target for our enemy to exploit. And if you don’t think they’re actively hunting our kin then think again… Just the other day Karl and I dragged two kin a pack of Dancers were attempting to steal away with out of their own car.”He shrugs his shoulders.”One of them happened to be Karls own mate…”He looks at Marni.”This one’s packmate’s mate…”He then looks back at Mila.
“This is a war and if there is anything they can use as an advantage any weakness they can exploit, any way they can get the jump on us and leave us off guard they are going to take it. You should explain that much to your mate anyway…”He trails off and leans his head back.”I’m not gonna tell another tribe how to deal with their kin but I can make suggestions in regards to our own. The days of backing down and kissing our kins asses need to come to an end. This is a war and we are it’s soldiers.”
[Mila Davis] Finally, Mila gets her phone to cooperate..and the picture message was sent to Ray. She add any text – he was a smart guy.. and he could figure out what the picture was all about! “Yeah.. no problem.. as soon as he gets back to me, I will.”
“Eh.. no worries Marni. I told you you were welcome in my place whenever – and I meant it. So, I wasn’t entirely surprised you were there when I came back down with ’em from Ray’s condo. I was sad to hear you joined another pack though.. I was kinda hoping you’d join us.”
Oh Simon. “You got a big mouth for bein’ fresh off the boat, don’t you Simon? Geezus.. let me take care of my kin how I want. Remember your shoulder?” She eyed him a bit.. letting it sink in. “Yeah.. let’s not repeat that.”
[Marni] And then Simon goes off, and she arches a brow. “So, taking away their freedom to live their lives as they wish – enslaving them instead of honoring them. That’s better, right?”
She snorts. “There is a fine line between protection and slavery. Be careful how you tread it.” She holds up a hand. “This is a war. Yes. But that doesn’t mean anyone is kissing ass or bowing to the wishes of the kinfolk at the detriment of our own. People need to learn to fuckin compromise for crisakes. It ain’t that fuckin hard. My kind been doin it for centuries.”
She nods and chuckles. “Yeah, I considered it – it’s just that being with Mama felt right. And Karl fits in with us pretty well. I’d stop by your place again, but Lukas has the fuckin’ buildin wired for sound looking for my ass, hoping I’ll make a mistake.”
[Simon] His attention shifts back to Mila and his eye twitches. He taps his tongue against his canine tooth and watches her quietly for several long moments. Those eyes narrow and he draws in a slow and deep breath. He watches her for what seems like several seconds before turning his eyes towards Marni and finding a smile lifting.
“Right because when a pack of dancers drag them off they’re going to be getting a lot of freedom. In between the rape and the torture… The ones who get eaten or fucked to death will be the lucky ones. There’s all the time in the world to laugh and dance and play and let our kin do whatever they want when there isn’t a hive out there actively hunting not only ourselves but our kin as well. My job is to understand this kind of thing… War isn’t just something I play on the weekends. It is all I am and all I know and I know it pretty well by now.”
He says before shifting his eyes over both women.”It’s got nothing to do with slavery or mistreating kin. It’s got quite a bit more to do with them respecting us and what we do and not putting us in a position where we have to choose between them and our own lives.”
[Mama Ankle-Biter] The sound of voices carry through the halls, catching on wandering ears as they pass from one area of the second level floor to the other. The sensation of pack alerts Marni of another presence, one of her own, the elder of the pair of Gnawers that is the most frequent in the city to date.
Simon’s speech draws a curious tilt from the small Gnawer’s head as she turns to regard him, blue eyes widening slowly, blond hair a frizzy halo of curls bouncing off her shoulders as it sticks out from the black knit cap it was shoved under. She wore a bright garish outfit of colorful sundresses, thinly layered over her tiny frame. Hot pink nylon stockings, and striped blue and white knee-high socks peek out from under a pair of worn boots.
[Marni] “Hey, Mama.” Her alpha offered a grin, before she continues, saying offhandedly to Mila, “Is he always this fucking insulting? And if so, how the fuck is it he’s still in one piece?”
She stands and grabs her pack and heads toward the laundry room. “Be back in a few, gotta start my laundry.” She unzips her pack, and starts gathering what few items of clothing she owns, and then grins “SCORE! I still have a snickers in here!” She unwraps it and sticks one end into her mouth as she steps into the laundry room, and starts to fill a washer with her clothing – including what she has on.
No shame, Marni. None at all.
[Mila Davis] Well ain’t he a party pooper. Mila just eyed him for a moment.. “I get your point. But we are not gonna discuss this now.”
There was a little snort. Uh.. yeah, she was currently having the same thought. “Thanks for the congrats Marni.. I’ll still be here when yer clothes are done..” She waved the young woman off.. and giggled as she heard the excited squeal over the snickers bar. Oh, she was so fun! Dang she needed to hang out with her more often.
“Hey Mama-rhya.” Mila smiled and wiggled a few fingers in her direction. That hair.. oh, that hair was always so funny.
[Simon] He nods back at Mila and shrugs his shoulders. Taking his feet down and leaning forward to glide his hands over the surface of the table. He looks at both girls and then towards Mama as she enters. He nods in greeting to her before turning his attention back to Mila.”Of course not Rhya…”He trails off reaching out to grasp his bat and then his bag.”I need to get my ass back out there on patrol. There’s no telling who might be in trouble and in need of help right now.”He says before standing and pulling his bag up to his shoulder. Twirling the bat once before turning to head to the nearest exit.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] “Sounds like the Moonsinger ain’t want to listen to her Full Moon.” She makes a sound in the back of her throat, which comes out like a ‘Tut’ noise. She watches them, her eyes skimming to each individual before finally settling on Marni with a friendly smile. She tucks her hands into the hidden pockets of her dresses.
[Mila Davis] “Maybe go get yourself a drink and relax a little too Simon..”
Why is that Mama’s around lately when the pair of them are having a disagreement? Lord.. it’s poor timing. That’s for sure.
[Marni] She pulls out a special shirt, and tugs it on, lifting the collar of the mans dress shirt to her nose and inhaling deeply, closing her eyes as she lets his scent wash over her senses. Then, she finishes loading the rest of her things into the washer, and gets it started. Only then does she return to the common room, her pack noticably thinner, and her mouth involved with eating that found snickers bar.
Soon enough, she flops back down on the couch, seemingly completely unconcerned that all she’s wearing is a men’s dress shirt.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] Poor timing, indeed. The little Gnawer smiles up at Mila, looking between the pair of Lords now as one consoles the other. She cants her head back to look over at Marni, an eyebrow raised at the other Gnawer as she twitches her nose.
“Is that…” a waggle of fingers in the air to point at the shirt Marni’s wearing, “What’s-his-name’s?”
[Simon] Mila’s suggestion caused the full moon to tense a little. He had nearly died just the other night after all… And he had also almost died just a few nights before that. There is a difference between a Full Moon and a Full Moon at war, right now Simon was at war. It wasn’t something that could be turned off or set aside he needed to be alert and aware. He needed to be on guard and ready for anything that the enemy could throw his way and the last thing he needed was to have his senses dulled by alcohol or anything else.
Foul mouthed? Maybe. Aggressive? He IS a Full Moon. But one thing that Simon could not be called was lazy. He took his job quite seriously and threw himself into serving this sept and aiding it’s members with a vigor that bordered on the fanatical.
There was always work to be done and Simon was not the kind to leave it for someone else to do so. He left the room about as quickly as he appeared and disappeared out into the night. Patrolling seemed like a good thing to do right now to keep his mind clear.
[Mila Davis] Mila just watched Simon leave. That boy needed a good beating again. One day he’d learn to shut his big mouth and not to question her. She thought she’d already proved to him why she was in charge.. apparently the boy needed reminding.
She was stewing a little.. that was, until her phone beeped. Mila glanced down at it and broke out into a fit of laughter. That for sure broke the tension. Screw Simon and his seriousness.. she didn’t want to be serious right now.
“Marni.. you totally gotta come read this!” She didn’t want to say it outloud, in case you know who was listening.. but.. it needed to be shared. She held her phone out so she could come get it.
[Marni] She looks up from where she’s licking chocolate off her fingers and grins at Mama. “Yeah, it’s Ray’s – but don’t worry, he knows I stole it – an’ it was way before all this shit happened. I ain’t broken none of the rules. Not a single one.”
No matter how much she wants too.
And then Mila’s phone goes off, and Marni suddenly grins – and it’s like the sun broke through the clouds, as she scooches over to read Mila’s phone and the message on it…
[Mila Davis] The text read: “Ha and I’ll be back again!”
to Marni
[Marni] And then she’s giggling too – and well, beaming. She hasn’t broken any rules, but somehow, there’s a bit of hope on the horizon.
[Mila Davis] As soon as Marni read it.. and giggled – Mila deleted the message.. and the picture. No one else needed to know about that. She gave the woman a playful little wink and snapped another picture of Marni in Ray’s shirt.. and she sent that too him too.. before putting the phone back in her pocket.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] The Gnawer clucks her tongue, not at Simon, but at Mila. She turns on the tall, pretty Shadow Lord, shaking her head at the other Garou. “Never halps to patronize ya pack mates. He means well, if’n ya don’t rightly agree with what he says. He’s got points, may not be the most sensible ones, but can see his point of view somewhat.”
There is a soft growl that erupts from deep in her throat, looking over at Marni and Mila like they were a pair of teenagers, giggling over boys. She shakes her head, grunting.
[Marni] “Problem with his type is this – they ain’t listen to anyone – even if they agree. They lecture and talk and never ever do the important thing – LISTEN. And what they continue to lecture about, nine times out of ten, is stuff that is common knowledge, yet they act like their lecture is gods gift to words, an’ ya should just kiss their ass for having to listen to it. I don’t kiss ass. It ain’t my way, an if I get one more fuckin’ lecture on how to treat kinfolk today, I’m gonna fuckin’ scream.”
Simple enough. But she does manage a quick wink at Mila as she takes that picture.
[Marni’s Shadow] [Does marni from behind MUHAHAHA]
to Marni
[Marni] [WHOOO! *L*]
to Marni’s Shadow
[Mila Davis] Uh huh. That was right. Marni had it exactly right. She didn’t like to kiss ass either.
And yes, they pratically were a pair of teenagers tonight! She liked the fun.. the giggling.. the lack of seriousness.
“He may have a point, but the way he comes across is.. not the best?”
[Mama Ankle-Biter] The small Gnawer shakes her head, snorting at the two cuddling up together to giggle over pictures. She starts to walk towards the stairs that lead down into the kitchen, whistling to herself as she takes the stairs two at a time.
[Mama Ankle-Biter] (heading to bed! Thanks for the play!)
[Mila Davis] (Night!)
[Marni] (night!)
[Marni] “Night Mama.”
She watches her alpha go, snorting over the two girls on the couch, and finishes her chocolate treat, contemplatively. she licks the remains off her fingers and shakes her head. “Sometimes, I think the whole world’s done gone mad…”
[Mila Davis] “Sometimes I wish people would relax a little bit. Sure, we’re all gonna die – maybe soon, maybe not. Let’s not be all uptight about it. And, if one more person tells me how to treat the kid of my pack, I’m gonna scream.” She chuckled slightly.
“That boy is a problem and a loud mouth. I think Thoth wants to beat him into the ground. Maybe I shouldn’t have defended him..”
[Marni] She shrugs slightly. “I met some new Fang last night – and he thought he’d have to lecture me on how I would feel if someone went and poached a kin of my tribe, and explain how horrible it was that I got knocked up and did that to someone else when obviously I’d hate it if someone did it to one of mine. I mean, seriously? This guy had known me for less than ten minutes, and he’s gonna lecture ME on how -I- feel?! Give me a fuckin’ break. Then Simon just now… and well, you know the kind of Lecturing I got from Lukas… I’m just..”
She grunts and lets her head fall back to the couch cushions. “…so tired of being lectured. Ain’t they got ANYTHING else to deal with?”
[Mila Davis] “Well there’s yer damn problem right there Marni. It was a Fang! Those little son of bitches. I hate them all. I don’t think I’ve ever me one I could stand. The last Fang I met informed me that she was entitled to a thirteen gun saulte when she entered a room.” An eye roll. “And, apparently she didn’t think it was funny when I told her I wouldn’t be doing that because I didn’t have that many bullets… bitch.”
“Here’s hoping I don’t run across that Fang.. cuz I might just tear him apart.. I resisted with the stupid girl – and then got lectured about it. Apparently no one in this god damn city can mind their own business and leave us the hell alone.”
“We’re fucking grown adults. We’ll tear you apart with a nice swipe.. how dare you try to pretend your better than us?” The comment wasnt actually to Marni.. it was more of a complaint to .. well, no one in particular.
[Marni] “Yeah. Truth is, no offense, but there’s very few Shadow Lords that I’ve met that I could stand either – present company excluded, of course. Yer a nice shift in the norm, for sure. As is Ray. It’s just all so ridiculous. You’d think there were more important things to worry bout, instead of all this Tribal… fluff.”
[Mila Davis] “I can’t stand half of them either..” She grinned and kicked her bare feet up on the coffee table.
A beat. “I’m glad you found your place with Mama.. but I totally coulda used you as the buffer between my way too serious Beta.. and my dumb ass fresh off the boat kid Simon..” She sighed.
[Marni] She chuckles and shakes her head. “I probably would have spent all my time knockin’ their heads together an’ never get anything done at all.”
She runs her fingers through her curls, and sighs, her knee bouncing, her slender form in constant movement as if she can’t quite stay still. Hummingbird is quite a demanding totem, and it shows in the smallest of ways. “We’er an interesting group, for sure. I think we’ll do well. Gonna do my best not to get them killed, that’s for sure.”
…like the last pack, that she still blames herself for losing.
[Mila Davis] “Oh honey.. don’t go down that road. You didn’t get your last pack killed – the wyrm got them killed. All you gotta worry about now is keepin’ that little baby safe and well fed. Mama and Karl will take care of themselves..”
[Marni] She sighs, softly, and then nods slightly. “I know that in my head. But sometimes…” And then there’s a chuckle. “No worries there – I swear they’re gonna keep me locked up in a padded room until I drop this kid….
[Mila Davis] “Oh, and just so you know.. since that baby has whatever trace of Shadow Lord blood Ray has in it too.. I’m gonna consider your little one like my niece.. or nephew! Babies seem fun.. maybe just not mine..”
“Gah.. no way, they can’t do that.. you might try to gnaw on the padding!”
[Marni] She laughs and nods. “No purity in Ray – but I’m happy to have you be Auntie Mila to whatever the lil bean turns out to be.” She pats her belly, absently. It’s weird, she’s never been quite so aware of her abdomen before. She finds herself touching it, feeling how smooth and slender it is now, imagining how that’s going to change – is already changing. It’s really, really odd.
“Hey, I asked Ray, but maybe you’ve heard since you were allowed to mate.” swallow that bitter pill, Marni… “Any of ours trained midwives here in chicago?”
[Mila Davis] The last part got a little eyeroll. “Not really allowed to mate.. I had to go challenge Scott’s father for him.. and the dick head intially said no. And then changed his mind.. and told me he wanted a grandbaby within a year..”
“Demanding little fuck. And no.. I haven’t heard if any of ours can help in that way. Though, it’d be useful.. given your pregnancy.. and this kin that waddled by earlier today.. she was pretty huge.”
“I can ask around for ya if you want. And.. oh, I’m way excited to be auntie..”
[Marni] She chuckles. “At least you were allowed to challenge. I ain’t even get THAT courtesy. All cuz the birth control failed. See, giving the babies is the easy part.” she winks, and grins.
Then nods. “Yeah – if ya hear anything, let me know. I’m sure someone around here has to be trained that way. For obvious reasons I ain’t wanna just pop into the hospital…”
[Mila Davis] “That’s the fun part too..” Mila smirked. “It’s the rest that sucks, especially for us. The dang kin women have it so much better.. they can just keep being kin.”
She yawned a bit and a hand moved to cover it. “I will let ya know if I hear anything. At least you’ve got awhile to figure this out..”
[Marni] She nods, slightly. “Yeah. A little while. Book says I should have my first visit soon. But time enough.”
She sees that yawn, and chuckles as she stands. “I should switch my laundry over and hit the shower. Ray insisted I take one of his money cards and find a place to live that ain’t a cardboard box – I don’t think the landlords will look at me twice dressed like this and all dirty…”
[Mila Davis] “Eh, women have given birth to children for thousands of years without those first few visits.. so, I think you’ll be alright.”
“Uh huh.. they aren’t gonna want to rent an apartment to a stinky girl. Yer super cute when you’re all clean.. so, just smile a lot and maybe wear a low cut shirt and you’ll be golden. That’s what I do to get what I want outta normal guys at least.”
Mila stood, stretching some. “And if you want to stop by my place and raid my fridge or say hi, feel free. Lukas can kiss it.. if you’re coming to visit me – then it shouldn’t be a problem if Ray lives upstairs.”
[Marni] She nods, and looks down at her belly, and her hand resting there. “Yeah, I jus wanna make sure lil bean is stuck where he’s supposed t’be. An’ that he stays there.”
Then she’s grinning and swatting playfully at Mila. “Oh hush. Trust me – I know how to work it when I need ta. And I’ll think bout that. Catcha later, Mila. And thanks.”
[Mila Davis] Mila chuckled slightly and tried to dodge back outta the way. “I know.. I know. And.. if you wanna know that – you could probably go to a women’s clinic. The type of place where they don’t tend to worry so much about details.. and they aren’t likely nor expecting to see you again.”
“Take care of your bean then. I’ll be seein ya.”
[Marni] She grins and waves, and then grabs her pack and heads to the laundry room, then to the shower. SHe’s got landlords to charm.
[Aaaaaaaan that’s a wrap – thanks for playing!]
[Mila Davis] {Thanks! I should scoot to bed anyway. Night!}