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“ I’m pretty used to things not turning out the way i expect ”

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Marcel didn’t feel bad about seeing her deflate over the whole thing but she was attractive so he decided to be a little less callus,”I was bothered by a beautiful young lady so I don’t mind as much.” His smile seemed to warm under his words just for her. The man didn’t have anything left on his schedule to tell the truth so he decided to throw her a bone,”I’m not going to lie to you, I do not have any plans at the moment so would you honor me by joining me for a cup of coffee? My treat.”

“It probably is,” Asya said slowly, studying the lines of his face. It bothered her though, being good with faces was one of the few things the little drug dealer felt she had going for her. Her tongue darted along her lower lip and she finally broke away from his eyes. “Again, sorry,” she muttered and bent down to rummage through her bag. “Eventually I’ll learn not to meddle, or bother strangers.” Asya paused and then smiled a private smile, she as too old to bother with stranger danger, in too temperamental of a position. Most strangers were friendly, this one was just a bit intimidating.

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“The help had the day off.” He scoffed lightly and took it from her,”What is this?”

“Well I didn’t expect to run into you. I figured someone else would be coming to the door.” Elena said, pulling the paper out of her bag. “Delivery?”

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Hearing the slight Russian accent he made sure to keep his composure. With another analysis of the girl he noted her to be one of the lacky at The Mermaid Lounge. Marcel took a step towards the girl and chuckled,”Maybe you aren’t supposed to know me. It might be for the best.”

It did nothing to sate Asya’s curiosity looked at him again, head tilting more properly. It was a habit she had, a smidge childish, to tilt her head when she was curious, confused. Maybe if he wasn’t looking for a someone, he was looking for a something. “I feel like I should know who you are,” Asya admitted, hand settling on her hip. “You carry yourself differently.”

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Though annoying the man before him was a damn good assassin. Talkative, obnoxious, obtuse, idiotic, everything Marcel despised. But he was good. Grinding his teeth he decided to let Landon since he did have a job for him. He stepped aside to let the assassin in, making sure to close the door behind him,”I have a job, not a favor.” He spoke plainly,”It should be simple enough but I don’t want any messes or mistakes. Which is why I came to you. You’ve done well enough for me and my family.” 

Landon casually rocked back on his heels. “Why, hello to you too, Marcy! What a lovely day we’re having. Great…” he stared up at the sky, a drab grey stretching as far as the eye could see. “…weather. As always.” Landon’s expression stretched into something between a smirk and a smile. “Maybe I just came here to chill, eh? Your place is much nicer than mine,” Marcel was the exact type of person Landon enjoyed being obstinate toward. But the coldness emanating from the other man was nearly palpable, and he wisely decided to move on, expression leveling into something more serious. “Or maybe a little birdie told me you had something to ask of me.”

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After a few minutes Marcel decided there hadn’t been anyone worth his time,”A waste.” He muttered underneath his breath and was about to slip out when a familiar voice called out to him. Shifting back a charming smirk spread across his lips,”It would appear not, but I appreciate your desire to help me.” 

Asya’s eyes followed his eyes, briefly aware he’d given her a once over as she ducked back into the changing room to put on the simple jeans and tan she’d come in, the more revealing outfit over her arm. He was still there, huh. Asya had figured he’d been passing by, maybe looking for a daughter or a younger sibling among the busy department store. “Can I help you find someone?” Asya inquired. She kept her voice small though, if he didn’t want help she’d relent and be on her way after finding her sister.

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Her desire to know whether or not his words were good or bad wasn’t a surprise. They were words that could really go anywhere at that point,”Only if you take it as such. Good or bad that is what they are.” Indifference filled his words as he glanced to his watch, twas half past time to do something else,”if you are bar tending, then yes. It could be taken that way.” The girl was beautiful in her own way but it wasn’t what he was looking for. When pushed he’d fit in his “raunchy” sex shops,”You’re welcome.” Marcel paused one more moment to look her up and down before going back to casually assessing the other girls.

Asya blinked rapidly at the assessment, looking at herself in the mirror and giving a haf turn to look at her backside in the mirror. She glanced back at the man, the niggling feeling she should know his face in the back of her mind. She gave half a grin, suctioning her tongue to her teeth and clicking them. “But is that a bad thing?” she asked earnestly. “And more than that does it scream ‘tip me! I’m a desperate bartender’?” Her head tilted, hair falling against her neck. She didn’t normally shop for herself, but both she and Dee had needed new clothes (back to school was drawing woefully close). “I didn’t mean to keep you though, Sir, thank you for your opinion.” The ‘Sir’ seemed warranted. Best to approach everyone with caution in this town.

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“Regardless. There aren’t many homes in Seaside. I would at least like to know who to call on for trespassing.”

“Pretty sure I just have when I meantioned knocking on the wrong door, but I guess you weren’t paying attention.”

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“You have yet to answer any of my questions.”

“Gee, I will be sure to make an appointment next time I knock on the wrong door.”

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Marcel had been perusing for new ladies to join the more classy sex houses the Fortier’s owned when he was distracted by one of them, wanting an opinion on their outfit. It wasn’t something that mattered to Marcel so he wasn’t interested in the least but he’d give her an opinion,”If you’re looking for someone to have intercourse with, that would be a good outfit to be wearing during that search.”

Asya eyed herself appraisingly in the mirror. It was nearly gothic as far as looks went but still with that tinge that kept it uniquely her own. She glanced to the person nearest to her, pulling someone from their goings on. “Sorry to bother you, but how does this look?” She asked, glancing at them from heavily lined eyes. Even in a small matter, insecurity kept her from making a purchase without a second opinion.

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“Unannounced, yes. Now who are you, exactly?”

“Are you this welcoming with all your guests?”

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“And you have come to my home for what reason?” The annoyance in the man’s words was rather prominent as he studied the person in front of him. Marcel was never truly one for unwelcomed guests, no matter who they were. Things were only made worse because the person showed up to his home. Marcel wasn’t a fan of people coming to his home unless  he knew of it.

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My face is fine and I know some people here wanna fuck me. Don't be rude, grow up.

No matter how many times you say that, it’s not gonna hurt my feelings.

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“I’m sorry. Did I bother you at all?”

“Corinna in Autumn’s room. She came in and fell asleep on the floor…”

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No matter how many times you say that, it’s not gonna hurt my feelings.

Here I was hoping your face wouldn’t be so ugly.