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"I am...that's a good question."  Seth shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall across the back of the couch, and then tugged his shirt over his head, discarding it to the side.  "Are you going to come over here, or..."

Allison smirked, more than a little pleased with his reaction. “Hellos are overrated.” She reached behind her to undo her bra and tossed it aside carelessly before making her way towards him. “And no, you don’t. Why are you still dressed again?”

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"I was going to complain that you didn't even say hello, but."  Seth stared back at her, surprised and unexpectedly pleased.  "I don't exactly have anything to complain about."  He shifted slightly.  "Hi," it was almost an afterthought. 

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Allison: i hope you mean definitely. if not, i might have to find another source of entertainment for the night.

Seth: I definitely meant definitely. Should I come over now or do you want time to unpack?

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Allison: i just flew back in from miami and i'm bored as fuck. i could use some entertainment.

Seth: I could possibly help with this.

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Allison: got any plans tonight, pretty boy?

Seth: No, I do not. Why?

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I moved in recently.  It will get more interesting when I have time to decorate!  And the couch is...it...came with the room.  We can fuck on the bed.

Yes, yes we are.  Which job did you like best?  I can't imagine working at a nail salon was fun at all.  My apartment would look nicer if I wasn't broke.  Give me a few months and it'll be furniture commercial worthy.  

Other than the fact that it’s probably the most boring thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on? I refuse to fuck you on a couch that looks like that. Girl’s gotta have standards. 

What, are we doing the whole get-to-know each other thing now? Fine, whatever. I worked in a bed & breakfast at one point. Did some waitressing. Painted nails for a few months before my boss realized I was an unlicensed nail technician. What about you, pretty boy? Are you sure you freelance graphic? I’d think that your apartment would actually look nicer if you were. 

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What's wrong with the apartment?

I guess that's a good thing to want to get out of work.  Have you always been a bartender, or did you do other things first?

Shouldn’t that give you, like, as much time as you need to fix up this apartment of yours?

I do. Bars are boring in the afternoons. If I’m working, I figure I should at least be entertained. 

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[He pulls the door closed behind her.]

I do graphic freelance, so I sort of set my own hours.  And I'm guessing you mostly work nights.

[She steps inside his apartment, her gaze sweeping across the room.]

I’m actually surprised you’re home at this time of day. Don’t you have work?

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...true. 

Oh, yeah, of course.  Come in.

[He lets the door swing wide, stepping aside so she can enter.]

Obviously not. I had no problems finding it on my own, did I?

…are you planning on inviting me in? 

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And they just gave you- oh.  Did you want me to give you my room number?

Of course you don’t. 

I asked the front desk. Sent them a pout and told them you forgot to give me your room number. 

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I don't think it looks that bad.

...how did you even know I live here?  

Does your apartment always look this shitty? 

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Hey guys!  Sorry I've been so scarce.  I've had a lot of work that I got a little behind on.  Replies are coming, and then I'll work my way down the starter list.  

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Seth liked to think he sort of understood women like her.  He was probably completely and utterly wrong, but he didn't go around insisting he was any kind of understanding, so it was probably alright.  According to a girl he had broken up with some time ago in Miami, the Janines of the world (at that time it had been a Janine), women who were pretty and intelligent and probably a lot more financially stable than he was had no reason to associate with guys like him.  Which meant she was probably bored.

And that was good news; at least he was more interesting than nothing at all.

"Not particularly," Seth said, casual.  Yes and yes, were the proper answers to those queries, but he did not give them.  He almost copied her expression, the slightly condescending eyebrow raise.  And didn't, electing to simply slide into the seat next to her.  "Is the Grind usually this crowded this time of the day?"  His gaze jumped from the line back to her, then to her coffee cup before settling on her face.  "I'm Seth.  Nice to meet you.  Again."  The way she was looking at him was intensely analytic, and he forced himself not to look away, with the vague impression that this was some sort of contest he was already losing.   

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What makes me deserve your respect more than you deserve my respect?  And don't say because you're a slave.  That doesn't make you less of a person.

No, of course not.  I'm only in the garden because I'm drawing the flowers, as silly as that is.

What do you mean?

[She shakes her head] I would prefer it if you didn’t, sir. It’s mocking.

Are you planning on buying one, sir? 

It seems your language is very selective then.

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Ah.  I take it that's not really...your preference.  Sorry that you guys don't see eye to eye on that.

No it’s more that he makes me do things I don’t want to do. Mainly a 6 foot tall guy with a buzz cut.