"It's hardly a matter of necessity, even if he's a bumbling fool, at least he's handsome, right? Besides some people like you go for that, apparently." He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. It's not like he cares to take someone on a date anyway. "You should know your boyfriend likes whores."
The music. She's here because Jekyll offered peaceful companionship and uninterrupted music. Hyde ensures that she has neither.
Suddenly her melancholy slam into Paloma, hard. Why stay when they've both had what they wanted and nothing worth keeping is left behind? She dips for the clutch beside her chair and stands with what dignity she can muster with sticky inner thighs. Hyde is given a tight nod, disappointed eyes, and a view of her retreating ass.
"Hey--" Well that gets him to actually care. Immediately he leaps up to follow, raising his voice once they've made it out the lobby doors. "You're just gonna leave without saying anything now?!"
He grabs her by the elbow to try to make her stop. And he does intend to make her, judging by the force he uses.
Hearing his quickened footsteps, she speeds up enough to have made him work to catch up without moving faster than a jog. Pretty nimble for a wide-hipped woman in heels.
The night has a heat that coulf never rival California on its weakest day. Speaking of weak, he's yanked along by the momentum of her 'walk' until she remembers to cool it with feats of strength. Paloma stops as abruptly as she left, a bored valet eyeing the altercation.
"No, I'm not done!" He grumbles, though finally he notices that strength, and so his eyebrows raise. "Are you just going to run off or what?! I thought we were going to walk in the park."
Oh. She can tell the valet has his finger on a button as he stares at them in consternation. After all, who's going to leave an expensive show early unless it's serious? Going slowly, Paloma plucks Hyde's fingers off of her elbow, one at a time.
Her brow furrows, and the ugly Beast stirs. "Replay what you said back to yourself and ask me again if I'm leaving!"
"Fucking nice," she snaps in a bitter echo, losing the mask of calm entirely. She never was a totally collected girl.
A horrible anger lances through her gut, made worse by dashed hopes and bewilderment that she'd expected this to last even a week. "I don't care if he pays willing sex workers for their time. I care that you're awful whenever you talk about anything. Good night!"
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Suddenly her melancholy slam into Paloma, hard. Why stay when they've both had what they wanted and nothing worth keeping is left behind? She dips for the clutch beside her chair and stands with what dignity she can muster with sticky inner thighs. Hyde is given a tight nod, disappointed eyes, and a view of her retreating ass.
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He grabs her by the elbow to try to make her stop. And he does intend to make her, judging by the force he uses.
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The night has a heat that coulf never rival California on its weakest day. Speaking of weak, he's yanked along by the momentum of her 'walk' until she remembers to cool it with feats of strength. Paloma stops as abruptly as she left, a bored valet eyeing the altercation.
She looks at his hand. "Take that off of me."
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Her brow furrows, and the ugly Beast stirs. "Replay what you said back to yourself and ask me again if I'm leaving!"
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A horrible anger lances through her gut, made worse by dashed hopes and bewilderment that she'd expected this to last even a week. "I don't care if he pays willing sex workers for their time. I care that you're awful whenever you talk about anything. Good night!"
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Either way, he lets her go, shoving his hand in his pockets to stomp off in the other direction.