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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 12, 2013 22:26:07 GMT
"I think you might just be right." Tristan gazed at the building. "Can't say I'm into that kind of thing."
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 12, 2013 23:50:34 GMT
"I'm going to remain ambiguous on my personal tastes in that regard." Livvy said. She checked the address again. "Only a few more blocks."
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 13, 2013 18:25:58 GMT
"Good to know." Tristan pulled on his collar. It was fairly hot that day, and Tristan was practically melting in his suit.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 4:20:37 GMT
"A great perk of being a woman in Vegas; I can wear as little as I want and no one will care overly much." Livvy said, motioning to the short-shorts and tank top she had on. Of course, they were also both made of PVC, and didn't breath at all. She was sweating like a monster under her clothing.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 15, 2013 11:10:57 GMT
"Wonderful." Tristan smiled. He was in heaven right now.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 16:06:39 GMT
"You can look, but touching is a whole other ballgame." Livvy said. Another check of the address. "It should be just around this corner."
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 15, 2013 16:24:47 GMT
"Awesome." Tristan took a quick peek around the corner. "I think I've found it."
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 16:41:51 GMT
"A bit more tame than I expected. I guess all the fun happens inside." Livvy said, looking around the corner. The club itself was a modest building, the sign stylized to look like various instruments of bondage. "Is that attendant giving out complimentary ballgags?"
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 15, 2013 17:05:57 GMT
"I certainly hope not." Tristan raised both eyebrows.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 18:36:56 GMT
"Okay, doesn't look like it. That would certainly be an interesting idea, though." Livvy said. "C'mon, let's go find Ms. Vance." She rounded the corner and approached the club.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 15, 2013 18:48:45 GMT
Tristan took a moment to adjust his tie. If he was going into a club like this, he wanted to look his best.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 18:56:53 GMT
"I'm not certain they care if your tie is straight." Livvy said. She approached the entrance, and flashed her badge to the attendant outside. "Government agents. We're here to speak with Ms. Vance."
"Right this way." The attendant said, leading them into the club. Due to being the middle of the day, almost no one was at the club.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 15, 2013 19:56:23 GMT
"I'd hate to see what goes on at night." Tristan gazed around the establishment.
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Post by Olivia Parkinson on Jul 15, 2013 21:40:27 GMT
The attendant turned around with a look of offense on her face, looking at Tristan.
"Excuse my colleague here. He's not good with this kind of stuff." Livvy said, smiling at the attendant while elbowing Tristan in the gut. Hard.
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Post by Tristan Gallant on Jul 16, 2013 10:29:53 GMT
Tristan doubled over, coughing hard. "*kaff*-sorry-*kaff*" he managed to say in between coughs.
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