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But I ain't no madman.

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Men lie to me for all kinds of reasons.

It's the tannins, against the iron. I think.

Men lie to anyone for many reasons. I don't think a difference of taste is worth spinning a yarn about.

[Though it's troubling that someone would.]

I think they could have used cherries.

No? Some men think it's an easier way to make me like them. To flatter my tastes.

Well. You are a knock out, Saya. And people do crazy things to get your attention.

[The fact that he drinks beer right after a fine wine goes to show that he's not all highbrow.]

Would you do something crazy?

I have before. This time around I'm trying honesty.

[Wait though, from the sound of it is that what this is going to be about?]

You already have my attention.

[Yes, okay?]

A woman like you deserves someone's full attention. I...would in any other time. I've never been in this circumstance to say something like this.

[Woah. Shit. So. Freddy probably doesn't know about it. Why would a boss want her help to know she's playing in the work place.]

[She tilts her head]

Is your attention divided?

Usually. Not this time around though.

[He takes a sip of beer.]

I'm focused on someone else.

[Saya moves back a little, one step, then the other]

I see. A woman? A girl?

[On the tail end of talking about honesty and lies. Larry would tell her straight if it was only his secret. It's not. It's theirs. Freddy is going to have to see this woman every day, collect pay from her every day.]

Please understand the type of predicament this is. I'm not in the practice of turning down beautiful women.

Are you sure?

[She holds that a moment, as if it's his last chance to say yes, which, in fact, it is]

[She's a few months short. He would have then without feeling bad at all. At this point being with anyone else is out of the question. What a fucking betrayal of trust that would be. Larry rubs a hand over his face.]

I'm sorry. No insult is meant at all, Saya.

[And chances are, he should leave if he knows what's good for him.]

[A shrug]

Very well.

[That would be the signal. Larry approaches, rather than turning away completely he leans and gives her a kiss on the cheek.]

I hope we can do dinner sometime. There are some wine tasting specials.

[Hopefully that's not too much too soon.]

[She tilts her head and smiles a little, but it doesn't reach her eyes]

If your situation changes, let me know. I'd like to fuck you until you can't see straight.

[She turns, her heels clicking as she makes her way into another room, letting Larry see himself out.]

[If that one doesn't go right to his dick... She's a hell of a woman. And Larry has a hell of a man. He should leave. Now.]

You'll know. Goodnight, Saya.

[Yeah, he's escorting his own ass out, not even bothering to put on his coat until he's out the door. Damn he needs another cigarette.]

Edited 2011-01-31 07:01 (UTC)

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