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Post by LASAIRFHIONA AOIFE COOPER on Mar 2, 2011 17:29:08 GMT -5
Aoife sighed softly as Archer stood up, and reached for her robe, tugging it on. When he approached her, she made sure to keep an eye on Sim in her peripherals, before smiling happily at Archer when he appraised her work. "Thanks. They'll be better once I get some actual training, through." She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair, before adjusting the ties on her robe. When he slipped her the money, she blinked and looked at it, before shaking her head. He always gave her a huge tip, when all she did was stand there. "Are you sure? This is... an awful lot." She glanced down at the money and frowned. Gods knew she needed it, but, still... She could feel the glare of Sim radiating on them. Awesome.
"Next week is cancelled for me." Her teeth found her lip and she ground into it, shrugging. Honestly, she'd rather deal with the anger of her boyfriend than a visit to her parents in another state over while they were there on business, but... She had no choice, really. Henry was making her go, because she hadn't seen them in 3 years. "I have to go see my parents next week, unfortunately, so..." She gave him a little smile and shrugged, slipping her tip into the pocket of her robe. "How about instead of that Tuesday, we do it on Saturday? Does that sound alright?" The more they spoke, the more she was aware that Sim had left his seat, and was edging closer to them. God damnit. Did he not know how to sit for three damn seconds?
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Post by ARCHER DEAN HARRINGTON on Mar 21, 2011 19:29:19 GMT -5
Archer smiled in response, nodding. “Of course,” he responded. Most of the time, he was selfish and altogether unaware of other people’s needs or wants. It was simply the way he functioned, day to day, and it had certainly been the way he grew up, coddled and spoiled in an almost astronomically rich household. But he and Aoife were close, at least as close as Archer ever really got to people, and it wasn’t any skin of his nose to give her a little bit extra, perhaps just for being there for him. Come to think of it, that sounded way more unsettling than it actually was. Really, Mister Harrington just had too much damn cash. “Really, it’s nothing, Aoife.” Once again, he had to fight the blatant use of a nickname. “Shame I won’t be seeing you next week, but… Saturday sounds lovely.” He nixed the normal kiss on the hand, in case her much larger, much stronger boyfriend wasn’t a fan of his charming tactics. He didn’t mean them, of course. Despite his charms, he felt nothing more than friendship toward Aoife and they both knew it. In fact, lately, he’d been having trouble with girls in general.
“Are we ready to go, Eefs?” Sim finally groused, running a hand through his hair and drawing up beside her. Without hesitation, he slipped an arm over her shoulders, lips pursed and eyes narrowed at the other boy. Okay, so he didn’t see Archer as much of a threat physically, but his British charm and his all-too friendliness with Simeon’s girlfriend got on the older boy’s nerves quite a bit. It didn’t take much to rub him the wrong way. “Nice to meet you,” he said acidly.
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