M - take it on the run, baby

Lolita Monroe · 07-24-2010, 01:21 PM

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The feral woman grinned as he sat, liking the way he moved. He did not immediately fall to sit beside her, and the movement was not stiff and cautious, either. Too many were far too uptight for their own good, and she was glad to have found company in someone who was not like that. Lolita wanted to have a good night, and she certainly would not have been able to if it was someone with a stick up their rear that had found her on the beach. She lifted the vodka to her lips, draining some, the joint resting between her fingers beside her, forgotten for the moment, her focus divided between Niro and the bottle raised to her lips.

"I'm sure we can figure something out, Niro," she said smoothly. Lolita did not require anything of trade, but perhaps there was something he could do for her at some point. Another long sip of the vodka, and she shuddered. Lolita was not a lightweight by any means, having built up a decent tolerance at this point in her life, but she had already taken a few decently-sized sips of the vodka and she was beginning to feel the effects. Soon, she knew she would tumble beneath the vodka's strong and controlling power, certainly.

Lolita did not think that Niro would run and tell her uncle that she had been here, since she was not trespassing and he seemed friendly enough. Even if he did tell him, though, what was the harm? Vigilante would never do anything to her. "My uncle is Vigilante Haskel. My mother's brother," she clarified, though that wasn't the actual explanation for the different surname that she was using for herself. That had been something she had vchosen to alter in death, because she had changed immensely with her passing.

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