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30 May 2006
LT is waiting for you at a cafe somewhere. Then what?
I enter, looking bohemian in a floaty skirt, snug tank top exposing just the right amount of cleavage. Our eyes meet...you have my favorite espresso waiting for me. I have the documents you seek for your undercover assignment...But do I give them up so easily? Or must you persuade me to your cause?
And we danced, like a wave on the ocean, romanced
We were liars in love and we danced
Swept away for a moment by chance
Yeah, we danced and danced and danced.
(going to hell for bringing you this Hooters moment.)
fluffybattlekitten: I had always hoped that my first makeout session would be something like that song or would have it playing in the background at least.
Redvixen - you have exactly ten seconds to tell me why you are here and who sent you otherwise the nerve toxin in that espresso will take deadly effect.
JonMC (sotto voce)- what do you know about an operative by name of Redvixen?
I saw no camera in her bazooms as she sat down. She's already had a sip of the "espresso", and we don't have much time.
Did I sip? Are you sure? My sly smile masks the implanted camera in my cornea, my cleavage makes certain you won't notice fluffy battle kitten sidling up to JonMC. But yet, the gleam in your eyes does make my heart pound a bit...My resolve falters..
*runs through the streets, desperately seeking Lipstick, falls, rips pantyhose and breaks a heel; gives up and decides to keep the $50 million for herself.*
I've got a dead hippychick with no camera in her rack and guys launching nukes and anvils at me as I try to do a fucking crossword and enjoy the sunshine!
WIMPDORK! I knew there'd come a day when we would meet again. Prepare thyself, sirrah, I have learned much since our last encounter on the Isle of Malta.
We shall match wits here, under the parasol, and this time you'll not have the comfort of your henchmen! En garde!
Elizard in an evening gown with a secret pouch!?! (Jesus Lord - never mind the gun!)
LT grabs the package from TL, gives her a wink, and upends the table to hand off the transmitter to Sciurus. "Run, man, now! God knows how many other women in evening gowns outfitted with secret pouches will show up!
*from another plane, a somber Redvixen looks forlornly down on the scene. Curse you, LT, and your poisoned espresso! I will find a way to conquer you!*