keithsloan

[keithsloan]

Do you think any part of your personality needs to be improved?

“Probably. Never thought much about it. It doesn’t personally bother me enough to waste the energy on, honestly.”

“I think I’m rather delightful.”

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have you ever cheated on a s/o?

“Yes.”

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send me “have you evers” and I can only reply with “yes” or “no”

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Favorite thing about your daughter?

“She looks more like me than her mother.”

“I joke.” Did he? “I’m not sure how you expect me to nail it down to one thing, you’ve obviously never had children. Selfishly, I’ll answer that she keeps me going and level-headed. I know what it’s like to miss a father, I rarely make decisions without taking her into account.” 

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top 5 you'd want to bang

"Some of us have taken vows, love. My wife is the ... obvious answer, and the only one I shall give.”

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Alexander Skarsgård.

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enquire within.

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@carriepope​

“I’m merely stating a fact. You believed that I was inviting you to see beneath my dress? No, darling. How embarrassing for you.” Carrie clipped as she folded her arms over her chest. Dark hues rolled at his quipped comeback and her shoulder rose and fell. “It seems a little crowded, but to each their own.” As he reached out to take her hand, Carrie ensured to lift her smile and peer up at him. “Pleasure is all yours.” She said on a wink before stepping back slightly. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m not every woman, babe. I’m sure you’ll come to find that out in due time.” Dragging her hand upon the surface of the casino, she gave the male a nod and proceeded to turn on her lead in order to lead the way.

"Yes, truly and remarkably embarassing that I’m refused something I’m already entirely uninterested in.” Keith smiled kindly, sarcasm oozing from every syllable, and tilted his head as if exasperated by the woman’s presence already. He decided to ignore her jab at Farishka - not defensively, but he couldn’t really disagree and he didn’t care enough to offer a counter in the other woman’s honour. A gentle scoff slipped his lips, returning his hand to steady the box. “We’ll see about that - anyone that’s ever said that to me has tended to morph into a complete pain in the fucking rectum.” A short, false smirk flashed on his face, a brow soon rising at her self-analytics. “Already planning our second date? I’m not sure I like you yet.” He responded playfully as she turned to enter, with a stern expression glazing his features - a game of cat-and-mouse wasn’t something he shied from. Keith bounced on his toes as she moved off, allowing a few moments before he followed behind. “I’ll have a brandy, if you’re going to the bar.” He spoke to the back of her head, tone provocative as if trying to wind her up.

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@rcvendesks​

“ he’s waiting for me. ” she drops the intel on her exit from the royal flush, kind of wishing she’d gotten there before her father did. not for nothing, but he has plenty of second guessing to go around. enough to make her second guess everything. ( know that feeling when you build faith and confidence into something only for it to shatter one word in? yeah. like that. ) she brushes past her dad, halts in front of the dude he’s been questioning, slips some bills into his pocket, and then he’s off. she doesn’t linger too long on his departure, though, instead turning back with something akin to a sigh of relief leaving her lips. “ you haven’t slept through the giant earthquake, right? ” a light quip before she brings her arms around his frame and squeezes in a content hug. “ it’s good to see you, dad. ”

Eyes danced from his daughter off to the main road absently, hardly able to say a word about the transaction with such goods in his posession. Placing the box down, he rose slowly and waited for her to finish, one hand lifting to scratch his brow. As he was about to ask the obvious question of who the boy was with lips parted to speak, the breath was stolen from him. One arm automatically rounded his daughter’s shoulders, squeezing her gently into him as he breathed a short laugh. “The only earthquakes I’ve ever slept through are your mother’s tantrums, darling.” He quipped, planting a kiss at her hairline. “I wanted to call but ...” Keith paused, well aware he didn’t truly have good reason to have not ... was it entirely pathetic that he had no idea how to find a happy medium between smothering and offering space? Definitely. “ -- -- how are you? Any trouble?” His arm loosened, allowing her to pull free. “Any bother?” He couldn’t help himself emphasising the question, a natural instinct that he hoped didn’t put her off speaking freely. 

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@sirene-delacroix​

Not every client Sirene got wanted a mindless fuck - in fact, it was usually more nuanced than that. Men were paying for company, for someone to tell them they were right, and their partners were wrong. It didn’t matter if Sirene really thought that, it just mattered if she said it with enough conviction that the client would believe it. Other times the client merely wanted arm candy, and Sirene made for excellent arm candy.  That was why she was at the Royal flush this evening. Some notorious gambler had a wild notion that Sirene was his good luck charm. She thought it was just dumb fucking luck that he won every time he paid for her to be there. She had seen the aftermath of what happened when he lost—girls with bruises and broken bones. The man had a temper; Sirene wasn’t scared tho. In the case that he did lose and think himself some sort of God out to punish her for his rotten luck, she kept a switchblade on her ready to defend herself if need be.

Tonight was one of the nights she had hoped he would lose, begged for it.  Sadly he won and kissed her with his nicotine tongue and made her stomach roll. She had needed fresh air when she stepped out of the club, leaving her client with a cocktail waitress to pass his time. Sirene lifted her gaze to the box, and then the man face. Piquing her brows, she clicked her tongue, “I don’t lose because I don’t fall for this stupid shit.” Sirene nodded towards the casino. “And you? what are you up to here with that?” She nodded towards the box in his hands with mild disinterest.

Keith released a short, sharp breath from his nose - amusement evident but ambiguous. Her statement told him enough to evaluate that she wasn’t here by pure choice; not that she seemed the type not to make her own decisions, as such, but Keith could spot someone sitting even a little out of place from a mile back. Probably just another pretty side piece to some wretched hag’s husband. “Touché.” A formerly rigid shoulder shrugged the subject away, attention diverting in a roll to the box in his arms, somewhat surprised to be held up by polite formalities -- it hadn’t seemed like she was too interested, at least. This was good. “Well, I work here within this,” He paused, waving a vague gesture at the building “how you say ... stupid shit. Ordering to the place you spend the most time makes the most sense, no?” He asked, redirecting the attention with momentarily widened eyes to emphasise his point. Although he presumed her work took her to plenty of places.

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dont you think your daughter should be doing something else instead of selling drugs for you?

“Like? I expect you should include some viable alternative suggestions following such a targeted question.”

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How hard is it to be a father? Be honest, Mads isn’t listening.

“Imagine your greatest weakness looking to you with disappointment, a hint of disdain at how you’ve evolved. It would be hard, wouldn’t it? You would be crushed ... no?”

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Do you ever feel like your lifestyle will drag Madelaine down and get her hurt?

“Do I ever have the obvious fatherly worry about my only daughter?” 

“Gosh, I don’t know, I’ll have to consult the stars on that one. Let me ask my crystal fucking ball and perhaps, if you haven’t already worked out the answer by now, I can let you know.”

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How much foreplay do you like?

“Strictly speaking, a limit to how much I like ( or am willing to participate in ) doesn’t exist.”

“I suppose it depends on the decibel she’s managed to reach, or how much she begs. The little things.”

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enquire within.

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@violentgallows​

“I mean it, there’s… someone, I called and they… answered.” It wasn’t a good bluff, not enough of one that even Danielle could believe that there would be a car coming for her any time soon but enough of one to keep her standing there until she was certain that no one would be following her home. If she had thought to charge her phone, then maybe she could have called someone— anyone, and help her out of the sticky situation that only she was to blame. Still, it seemed as if the other wasn’t going to so easily believe her lies or leave her to deal with them on her own as she glanced back towards them with a small shrug. “I don’t have any money for a drink… or a cab,” she replied with an honest answer, even if there was ample opportunity to find a few overstuffed pockets that wouldn’t miss a bill or two. She’d need to clean herself up, fix her clothes, and find a loose pill to give her the confidence that was sorely lacking but it felt like too much for her in that moment. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, leaving her to deal with the consequences even as she attempted to wipe at the smudged makeup under her eyes to no avail. 

Keith resisted a sigh at the sight of the woman attempting to scrape the aftermath of whatever issues were phasing her from beneath doe eyes. It wasn’t much in his nature to care, not that he did, but something about her seemed entirely pathetic and begged the slightest touch of empathy. Whether he could offer or convey that was another question. A hand moved to his back pocket, producing a crisp folded handkerchief. “Here.” He held it out to her, eyes darting to the street and back to her swiftly as if he were checking to see a mild good deed was not being noted. “Ah, yes, money - we’ve established that’s not something you have right now, but that’s not what I asked.” Keith shifted his weight with pending impatience, she looked like she needed exactly what he held concealed in his arms. “Come, fix your hair and I’ll get you a drink to calm the jitters, then I’ll get that taxi. Pro bono.” He took a step aside, readying himself to enter and leaving the offer for her to take or decline. 

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carriepope‌:

“You think this is nice?” Carrie asked as she peered down at her clothes. “You should see them on the floor.” It was almost second nature for the words to roll off her tongue. Not that she was anywhere attempting to seduce the man. Smirking at the quipped answer, she nodded her head at him. “Big man in charge? Some may say you’re more stuck up her ass than in charge of anything.” Carrie said as she pushed herself away from the wall. “I’m not sure if you know who I am, but it was time I introduce myself. Carrie Pope.” She said with an extension of her hand that she assumed would not be taken. Peering at the casino, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded. “If you wish. I’m more intrigued by what you won’t show me if I’m honest.”

"I didn’t say anything about clothing.” Keith’s head tilted to an angle, eyes moving to assess a small group of clientele. “Tempting, but public indecency isn’t rare around here, I’m sure your tits are no different to the last set I saw.” A feigned smile grew at his lips, soon transforming into something a little more sincere at her comment. “Some may -- but what a nice ass it is to be lodged in, if any.” He shrugged a shoulder and pushed his bottom lip out temporarily in mock thought before acknowledging her hand, her introduction triggering a vague recognition. “Arh,” Keith nodded and released an arm to take her hand, offering one naturally firm shake and grinned smoothly, “delighted.” he drawled almost sarcastically, though managed to remain somewhat ambiguous. “I don’t just go around showing my bits and bobs to every woman, Carrie.” He countered, releasing an arm once more to gesture to the door. “After you.”