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Post by viper on Oct 14, 2012 14:07:04 GMT -8
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 1, 2012 7:25:41 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]As much as he enjoyed his job at the café with those adoring men and his frilly uniform, there were still days where he just couldn’t wait for his shift to end. It just happened to be one of those days. Joze had pulled him off of his doting admirers only to further embarrass him in front of them, but that wasn’t even the half of his troubles. The strap on one of his favorite pair of work flats had snapped, forcing him to break out his spare. While his spare shoes were nice, they were six inch stilettos and meant sore feet by the end of the day.
If they didn’t make his legs look stunning Kittim was sure he would never have purchased them in the first place. Ahh, he supposed that was the price of beauty. At the end of the day, his feet were sore but he had gotten more attention the adoring masses of patrons. It was a shame his annoying coworker wouldn’t allow him to greet them properly. As he stepped out into the cool night, heels clicking on the concrete, he let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness he didn’t have to put up with her incessant butting in anymore for the night!
Free for the night, he set off on the route he usually took to get home. It was a little later at night than he was used to, but Kittim had confidence that he would be fine walking home by himself. There might have even been a few cute guys out looking for a good time. He quickly rethought that when the group of drunken men (UGLY OLD MEN) approached him with swaying steps and a reek of bad alcohol. “Excuse me; I’m trying to get by.” Kittim stated haughtily.
“Don’t ya wanna have a good time with us miss?” Their slurred reply repulsed him. Those gross, smelly men closed in as they spoke and one of those disgusting geezers reached out to skirt, fingers brushing against his exposed thighs. “Ew!” He slapped the man’s hand away, hand moving to push his skirt down against his thighs. “Go away! You geezers are gross!” These men weren’t being deterred just by a little bit of resistance from what they assumed was a pretty, yet scantily clad girl.
His amber eyes fell on the approaching figure dressed in a rather flattering suit. Oh, was this his hero? Kittim help back the smile itching to stretch his lips into a smirk in fear it would mislead his rescuer. The last thing he wanted was his situation to be misunderstood as some kind of ploy. "These guys bothering you, miss?" His assumption had been proven correct once he heard the approaching man speak, effectively gaining the attention of that nasty bunch hassling him. “Yes they are.” He huffed indignantly.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
Sorry for the wait, but here it is!
476. Viper.[/classy]
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