NAOMI IRVING
Civilian  
Student Stripper
Posts: 41
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Oct 16, 2013 19:39:31 GMT -8
The chances that she actually got to go shopping, real shopping, were very slim and far inbetween. With school, friends, work and bills Naomi spent half of her time eating take-out. Now to be fair Naomi was not the biggest fair of take-out, she could deal with it, but thanks to how she was raised a home cooked meal meant a lot more. There was something about the hard work that went into making the meal that Naomi really liked. Even more so if the meal she was making was for more than one person, which added to the fact for what little money she had she always bought enough for two, just incase a friend just happened to come over. She had a pretty full cart with her and was starting to debate that she was going to have a bit of a problem getting everything home without calling a taxi. Sure maybe she could get Marcos to help her out, but Naomi was trying to not rely on the guy, plus she was pretty sure he was visiting his father today. Just the thought of the man made Naomi’s blood boil.
Moving around the the store she spend a lot of her her time just walking up and down each aisle, picking up whatever she thought she as she passed everything from rice, to sauces, to meats. There was a point where she had finally made it to the last area, the fruit section. She looked around as she decided just what she wanted, eyeing the pairs and the apples. Finally she moved over to where the melons were and had a moment where she paused and just stared at the man that was standing only a few feet away. Never would she have thought that she would meet anyone at a supermarket, at least not anyone she would have met at work. She took a second as she decided if she should say something or walk away, she did leave his apartment rather quickly and without even a goodbye.
With a deep breath she keep her eyes on the melons and did the stupidest thing of commenting on them. “Some nice melons huh?” Really Naomi? Melons? What a way to start a conversation.
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ATTICUS JAEGER
Civilian
TATTOO ARTIST
That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
Posts: 60
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: July 12, 1972
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Tattoo Parlor Owner/Artist
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Oct 21, 2013 18:25:23 GMT -8
Melons?
Right. The uh. The melons. She was talking about melons. Yeah, they were nice.
Wait.
Not those, dammit, the actual fruit!
Atticus stiffened and flushed an irritable shade of red, though he quickly flicked his gaze up and ran his hand over his face to hide the fact. Clearly, he did not expect to run into Naomi at the supermarket today. Or ever again, really. It just would not have been a good idea after the thing. That had happened. Between them. Shit, that really did happen, didn’t it? “Ah, right, the melons,” he said, daring to open his mouth again. “It’s uh—good stock. They have the br—best,” he ground out around his teeth, “fruit here. Sometimes,” he growled under his breath, cursing himself mentally. He should not speak around her when he was sober. It wasn’t entirely his fault really. A woman like Naomi should not be allowed to start a conversation off with a vague reference to melons, even if she was holding them in her arms. She should not. Atticus cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair; it had taken him a minute at first—really more like twenty or so seconds—when he noticed her to really digest who was standing in front of him. Of course it would be his own damned luck that he’d decide to buy groceries on the exact day Naomi needed to do so—at the exact store too, at the exact same time.
Shit.
Atticus tossed the melon he had been holding into his own shopping cart. He should have just stayed home and eaten peanut butter sandwiches for the next day or two. There was nothing wrong with that and if anybody said there was he could set them straight easily enough. He grunted. “How have you been, Naomi?” he asked, trying his best not to say anything else that was stupid. He failed earlier, but to his credit, he wasn’t doing too bad now—he just had to stop thinking about what actually happened between them and focus on his grocery list.
If he could remember it.
…
What was he supposed to be getting again?
Time Stamp: May 12th
Notes: Lol a flustered Atticus amuses me.
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NAOMI IRVING
Civilian
Student Stripper
Posts: 41
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Oct 21, 2013 20:46:14 GMT -8
Words: 000 Tags: ATTICUS JAEGER Note:Food, the best way to start anything Naomi was not the type to nice when she flirted, at least not normally, but Atticus reaction was enough to have her thinking. Who started by talking about melons? Really, melons of all things. Naomi had noticed her moment of stupid the second the words had left her mouth. She felt like turning tail and running, but what kind of message would that send to Atticus? Had she expected to meet him here? Not really, but she did have a feeling that they would have met again at some point. Though for Naomi she would have guessed their next meeting to be back at the club. Even though their night had ended a bit steamy, Naomi knew how most men worked and had honestly expected Atticus to show up at the club the next day. When he didn't, or in fact when he never showed up, Naomi had became worried about him. Stories of older men getting too excited and having heart attacks in bed. Her mind could wander, but after not seeing him for a while she started to wonder on just what was wrong. Speaking of age, Naomi really knew nothing about how old Atticus really was, she could guess that he was at least ten years plus her own, but nothing more than that. ”Your right, I make a habit of coming here, even though it’s pretty far from where I live.” She wasted no time in picking out a melon, placing it in her cart and then once again eyeing everything that she was buying. The idea of paying for a cab was going to be hell, unless.. ”Pretty good, been busy of course, work, school. Oh I don’t think I ever told you, I go to college out here, when I’m not working of course.” She was doing her best with small talk, but even Naomi was feeling a little out of place. Her outfit was probably not the best for a shopping trip, in fact it invited wandering eyes to her chest. Of course that was half the plan, she got extra slices at the deli from the guy at the counter every time she dressed as if she was going to work. Naomi couldn’t help it she was a women, good looking for most and knew how to turn up the heat to get what she want. Yet if her father or Rye ever tried to give her any hand outs she would turn them down in a hot second, but Atticus? He was free game. ”So.. since destiny has brought you to me, would you love to do a girl a little favor?” She wanted to bump a ride off him, knowing that the guy had a car and lived alone he was the perfect target to help her out, save on gas money and get home at a decent time. If it helped she would pay him back with a nice home cooked meal in her one room studio apartment. Outfit |
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ATTICUS JAEGER
Civilian
TATTOO ARTIST
That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
Posts: 60
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: July 12, 1972
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Tattoo Parlor Owner/Artist
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Oct 24, 2013 0:03:29 GMT -8
“Good, good,” he said absently. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, sighing under his breath and closing his eyes as if he had a bad crick or an ache in his shoulder to deal with today. In truth, Atticus was fighting to ignore some details while simultaneously focusing on the conversation between them, which wasn’t easy. The sheer mesh of her dress teased too much skin really, and the top, of course, emphasized her chest too, because why not. And her legs. And—damn it, just everything. It didn’t help that snippets and heated flashbacks racked his mind and reminded him of what they’d done and forced him to fight back a wave of guilt on top of that too. The ring dangling from the chain necklace around his neck felt unusually heavy and present; he resisted the urge to grab it, tug it off and slip the whole thing into his pocket until he felt comfortable again.
However, he looked up at Naomi again, surprisingly cool and level headed—at least on the outside. Internally, he was in turmoil, but she would be none the wiser about it. His eyes flashed and he smiled, regaining some of his character as he leaned over his shopping cart, crossing both arms over the handle bar. “A favor? Define favor,” he said, a joking tone behind the words. Whether he was upset with himself or not, it felt—aggravatingly enough because of all that guilt—good to talk to Naomi again. A relief of sorts, maybe. “Kiddin’,” he added a second later. “But what do you need? I still owe you.” She’d driven him home before, a fact of which he had never paid her back for, even if he had to pick up his own car the next day himself. Though quite frankly, dressed as she was, she could have probably asked any man in this store—barring a gay one—for a favor and they would have kowtowed to see it done.
Time Stamp: May 12th
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NAOMI IRVING
Civilian
Student Stripper
Posts: 41
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Nov 11, 2013 14:00:45 GMT -8
Naomi’s outfit was made to gather attention that was for sure. She couldn’t help it, as seen in her line of work, Naomi loved the attention she could attract with her body. Sure it has gotten her into trouble a time or two, but for Naomi it was all worth it. Maybe it was a sign, maybe she had some deep problem about some sort of lack of attention she got as a child, but due to her background that was not really the problem. She just liked it, and whether it was wrong or not, the looks she gather were worth it. Naomi had no clue what might be going on in Atticus’ mind, but for her it didn’t matter, he looked and that was enough for her. There were men that would pass with their wifes and girlfriends who couldn’t help but look. Her chest might have been covered, but the fabric left little to the imagination. The dress did show skin here and there, but for being half see-through, it did fit just right to make her look pretty. The leather jacket was just to add to the overall outfit. It was open and were threatening to slide off her shoulders, but it did not help much to cover anything.
The skirt reached about thigh length and helped to show off her long legs before eyes would finally wander to her heels. One question that was harbored by one female worker (who has witnessed Naomi’s outfits on a few occasions) wondered if Naomi ever worn anything that wasn’t showy. The poor women was not sure if she should be disgusted by Naomi or curious. Either way, Naomi did it for the attention mostly, but she also just liked showing off. She smiled as Atticus asked her what kind of favor she was looking for. Oh want a naughty man, she wouldn’t ask for such a thing in the middle of the store, or would she? Nevertheless she took to leaning on her cart and gesturing her hand to point out her shopping.
”Yes the well, you see I came here in hopes of getting so shopping done, but all my friend with cars are busy, and a cab would just take forever to get in this city. So I was wondering if you could help a girl out and give her a life? If you aren’t too busy.” She reached into the cart, forcing herself to bend a the waist a little in the process. She placed her hand on the melon she had picked out and in a playful tone said. “And in return I can share my melons with you, or anything things else.” She straightened up and smiled. ”I am a pretty great cook, and tend to cook for more then one, even thought there’s only little ol’ me.”
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ATTICUS JAEGER
Civilian
TATTOO ARTIST
That day you see the stripper you slept with at the store and you both reach for the melons. Shit.
Posts: 60
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: July 12, 1972
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Tattoo Parlor Owner/Artist
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Post by ATTICUS JAEGER on Nov 17, 2013 23:26:51 GMT -8
Share her melons or anything else, huh? Atticus didn’t know whether to hesitate, smile or just shake his head. At this point he was 200% certain that Naomi had no clue she was inadvertently dropping suggestive innuendo. Then again, she was a stripper, and he’d seen that mischievous spark in her eye before and her clothes were…extremely redolent. And he knew that playful tone—he’d heard it before. Numerous times. He cleared his throat. At least this time he was sober and more than capable of rationalizing his way through it so that they didn’t end up heatedly pawing at one another’s clothes and…well, the rest. Atticus hadn’t exactly had the time to properly work through his guilt on the matter like he wanted to either, and it certainly left him confused in regards to matters like this one. Nonetheless, he feigned a smooth smile.
“The way I see it, I owe you one a ride anyway,” he admitted. He half-remembered the drunken stupor he’d been in when she’d driven him home herself that night. That seemed enough to warrant a return gesture of some sort. Not to mention she was offering what sounded like a half decent dinner as a reward at the very least. Atticus himself could cook well enough, but he wouldn’t say any of his food was phenomenal; it was simply a means to get by with. So if he stumbled on better, that was always a plus. “I was sold at the mel—dinner,” he corrected in a growl, “offer anyway.” He found himself falling back on his usual routine of patience and tolerance around her. There were still those awkward, heavy beats of his heart to worry about whenever he noticed how evocative her outfit was, particularly when it came to emphasizing her chest, but he would have to work that out later. “I’ve got a few more things to grab, but once we’re done, I’ll take ya home. Particularly if it means there’s a dinner in it for me. Deal?” he said, his eyes dancing.
They both just needed to finish up their shopping and he'd make sure she got home safe, at the very least.
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