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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 10, 2011 23:04:06 GMT -5
Caira grinned and called out a few other dancers from the back. It was just something fun they'd put together. And it was the end of a successful first week. Why not go out with a bang?
The crowd laughed and Caira and the other dancers grinned as they moved to the strange music.
(Caira's the red hat.)
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Post by clementine on Mar 10, 2011 23:15:01 GMT -5
Garrett laughed along with everyone else, shaking his head at the antics of his dancers. Well, at least everyone seemed to having fun and enjoying their job at Jupiter.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 10, 2011 23:19:39 GMT -5
The group grinned and bowed and headed offstage, to the roar of the crowd.
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Post by clementine on Mar 10, 2011 23:30:02 GMT -5
More males were crying for rounds of beer that his bartender was hastily trying to dole out. The dance was definitely a crowd pleaser and the prince wondered if having something special every Friday night should become a common thing.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 10, 2011 23:32:15 GMT -5
Caira headed out into the club after his set as usual, but was now accosted by males wanting to talk to him.
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Post by clementine on Mar 10, 2011 23:37:05 GMT -5
Now that, Garrett was not about to put up with. He shouldered through the male's and twined his arm around Caira's waist. He nuzzled against him and walked him away from the throng of givers, clearly staking his claim.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 10, 2011 23:38:01 GMT -5
Caira blinked in surprise, looking at the prince curously as he was ushered away from the crowd.
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Post by clementine on Mar 10, 2011 23:44:47 GMT -5
Garrett growled softly, nipping at the bend of Caira's neck very gently. His dark eyes had gone a bit red before he assured himself that Caira was against him and not going anywhere. "Sorry," he apologized, "got a little jealous."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 11, 2011 0:26:10 GMT -5
Caira blushed as the pair of them drew eyes.
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Post by clementine on Mar 11, 2011 0:43:05 GMT -5
Garrett didn't care. He wanted Caira to be his dammit!
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 11, 2011 0:55:04 GMT -5
"Garret?" Caira inquired, a little uncomfortable now.
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Post by clementine on Mar 11, 2011 1:17:46 GMT -5
Garrett turned bright red and let go of Caira abruptly. "Sorry, Caira," he said again a bit akwardly.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 11, 2011 16:49:56 GMT -5
Caira just blinked and nodded. "It's...fine..." he asked, looking a bit confused as he made ready to head home.
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Post by clementine on Mar 11, 2011 19:15:24 GMT -5
Garrett flashed a hesitant smile as he trailed after Caira. "Mind if I walk you home again?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 11, 2011 21:35:52 GMT -5
Caira looked at the male. There really was no sense in arguing when the guy was just going to do it anyway.
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