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Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
Sadde and Isabella in Eclipse
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So they go up and the bouncer figures Jackson's ID for a fake instantly and will not let them in.
Jackson slouches over to a bench on the sidewalk and sulks there.
Jackson slouches over to a bench on the sidewalk and sulks there.
A guy comes out of the bar. He's got a wispy bit of mustache and an aggressively dommy outfit complete with a whip coiled up at his hip and he's had a couple.
Jackson's eyes linger on the whip.
Whip guy notices.
Jackson's eyes linger on the whip.
Whip guy notices.
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...hmm. A whip? Yeah, she guesses she can see the appeal, but the whole thing's not really her cuppa tea.
Well, it seems like it's Jackson's.
Whip guy sidles up to Jackson.
"'Lo," he says.
"H-hello sir," squeaks Jackson.
"Aren't you polite," says whip guy.
Whip guy sidles up to Jackson.
"'Lo," he says.
"H-hello sir," squeaks Jackson.
"Aren't you polite," says whip guy.
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"Evening," she says, keeping her expression carefully neutral but internally thinking ooooh, there's a thing. She also doesn't act particularly subby despite the collar.
Whip guy glances at her, sort of inclines his head in acknowledgment that she exists but is not for snatching up off the street what with the collar, and then says to Jackson, "You and your friend booked for the evening...?"
"Nosir."
"Yeah?"
"We didn't have any plans specifically sir."
"And you're not her ride home or anything...?"
"Nosir."
Whip guy smiles. "Come home with me."
"Yessir," says Jackson, lurching up off the bench and dipping his head so he doesn't look taller than whip guy. "Bye Sadde see you later." And he follows whip guy down the block.
"Nosir."
"Yeah?"
"We didn't have any plans specifically sir."
"And you're not her ride home or anything...?"
"Nosir."
Whip guy smiles. "Come home with me."
"Yessir," says Jackson, lurching up off the bench and dipping his head so he doesn't look taller than whip guy. "Bye Sadde see you later." And he follows whip guy down the block.
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Well. That... worked out pretty well. Much better than she'd expected. If Jackson so much as glances at her she'll give him a thumbs-up, but other than that she'll take the bus back to school. Go, Jackson!
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Well, then. Time to go!
She goes. She arrives. She takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Is it too late to knock on Isabella's door?
She goes. She arrives. She takes a shower and brushes her teeth. Is it too late to knock on Isabella's door?
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"Yeah, Jackson and I went to town and walked around and then this dom got interested in him and they went off together. I wrote down his license plate in case Jackson vanishes mysteriously but they were gone before I could even say 'bye.'"
eclipsi
"Once you weren't distracting me any more, less fun but more productive." Isabella pulls her into the room and shuts the door.
eclipsi
"I've checked off everything on my to-do list," Isabella says, pushing Sadde wallward. "I'm not going to turn up empty-handed to any teachers who expect homework tomorrow."
eclipsi
"I didn't put you on my list. I'd just have to keep putting you back on it, over and over again." Bite. "Like waking up in the morning or eating lunch or," bite, "taking showers."
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She lets out a shuddering breath. "Well, I suppose it's—" A soft moan escapes her lips, interrupting whatever she'd been about to say.
eclipsi
Good. Sadde needs to be moaning and not making conversation right now. And for, oh, the next hour or two.
eclipsi
Good.
And then they can put on pajamas and Sadde can be the little spoon with one each of Isabella's arms and legs flung over her and Isabella's face buried in her hair.
And then they can put on pajamas and Sadde can be the little spoon with one each of Isabella's arms and legs flung over her and Isabella's face buried in her hair.