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Post by Jo on Mar 19, 2015 11:28:41 GMT
Sasha sat with her feet hooked onto the chair's support. She didn't sit much like a lady - not when she wasn't thinking about it. She was leaned forward, braced on the supports as she worked on the books. Her ash-blonde hair pulled into a loose messy bun behind her head - held by a pencil. She grumbles lightly under her breath; then simply pushes the books away from her. She sat back and inhaled deeply - her temper sense 'accepting' Loki's 'offer' sometimes got the best of her. And tonight was no different. She looks at the clock then stands up and paces a little. Her hand coming to rub the back of her neck.
"Seriously need to talk to him... but what am I supposed to say that won't come off totally ... yeah." She paces - her eyes flickering to the clock off and on. "Loki, are you and her a thing now? Do I get to have a life, too? Wait... no, none of his business." She pinches the bridge of her nose and then walks back to sit down again. Trying to focus.
Which only lasts for like a minute. "Oh, I know, Loki... I know I can't keep you from her; but I don't care what Seth says... I'll stake her if she hurts you. If you look even a hint of misribel." A pause. "No... that'll just make me seem like an aggressive bitch, and like I have an agenda...." She taps the pencil she was working with on the ledger...
"Maybe... Loki, yanno I love you. Not that anything has ever happened... guh... no. Shit. Okay, done. Just gotta stop. Focus Sasha. Focus. Work to be done!"
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 20, 2015 15:15:12 GMT
Loki walked through the bar, pulling his long hair out of his face. His boots sounding on the steps outside to the office before he opens the door, leaning in almost boyishly and peering playfully around the wood.
"Excuse me Miss.." he rumbles off in his irish tone.. 'But what're yeh doin here in m'office?" he smirks wide. "I should letcha know.. there's a woman here who lives.. go through her papers and you'll be on the end of a knife.."
He smirks of course meaning her.. walking on in.. "Oooh slavedriver she is.. terrible temperament too.. I live in fear of m'balls most nights!"
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 0:14:30 GMT
She actually -jumps- a little when he first opened the door. But by the time his head peeked around the corner in that boyish way... she had calmed herself outwardly. Inwardly she was thinking 'shit did he heard me?' She listens to him and then chuckles softly.
"A slave driver, huh? And terrible temper?" She then gives a soft snort of a laugh. "I'm sure you're balls are just fine..." She watches him with an amused look. "I hear she cares enough about you to not go after your jewels. And, that while her temper does flare time to time, she's a total sweet heart." Her amusement warms more and she leans against his desk, ankles crossing as her hands rest on the edge. Her eyes dance with that mirth as she watches him. "Which totally rules out the slave driver bit..."
Her tone was teasing and warm. Playful.
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 21, 2015 0:25:33 GMT
Loki snickers lightly, coming up behind and laying his two large hands onto either of her shoulders.
"Sweetheart huh? Aye but tha's what she want yehs ta think.." He smirks and peers over what she is up to.
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 0:50:17 GMT
She glances up at him as she leans lightly into his touch, showing she accepts it... "If its an act, its a pretty good one. But then again... she's a woman - which means she's got that evil streak somewhere in there with a nice spoon full of craycray" She grins at him then she taps the ledger. "Just finishing up. It was quiet so I figured I'd have a chance to finish some of the invoices, make sure your suppliers are paid; happy suppliers means I might be able to talk them down a little in price on some of the stuff we go through most..."
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 21, 2015 3:21:58 GMT
Loki nodded slowly, his face showing that he understands, a slightly less playful motion playing over his brow.
"Sounds good to me.. ya done now?" he tilts his head near wolfishly to her in question
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 9:14:29 GMT
"Yeah. I'm done." She rolls her neck working a kink out then she reaches and closes the hand written ledger. Which is what she was used to working with - she'd enter it all into the computer later. Besides, she knew how to fudge it if she needed to so that on the computer they looked a bit different if he were ever audited.
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 21, 2015 14:35:21 GMT
Loki nodded once more..
"Then maybe we should do something with the rest of the night.. what do you think?" he asked as he turned and half walked slow over to the cabinet in he room, opening one of the doors and leaning down to peer inside it
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 22:48:56 GMT
She watches him and leans back in the chair... she shrugs a little. "Depends... how much am I supposed to behave? Because... that sets the limitations on what we do or where we go...." She said this with a mischevious little smirk.
She was serious when it when it came to business, but when she relaxed - she liked to enjoy herself. Her eyes lingered on his back as she spoke. Perhaps glancing down a little bit to admire his butt. She was a hot blooded woman after all. And even if she couldn't admit out loud - to him - that she loved him, it was that same love that caused her to care enough to leave it at that and not confuse their relationship as more than friends or... if you got down to it... boss and employee.
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Post by Obikabie on Mar 23, 2015 4:51:38 GMT
Loki's brow arched slightly. He moved to perch a seat on the edge of the desk, arms folding against his chest. Runic tattoo's marked down both full scales of either arm, beautiful in their own Nordic & Celtic designs.
"ya need to talk to me about something darlin'?"
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Post by Jo on Mar 23, 2015 11:13:21 GMT
Her brows furrow and she tilts her had just a little in a curious kind of way as she leaned back in his chair - eyes lifting to look up at him. Because lets face it, even sitting down (or perched) the man was tall... and she was already seated. "Talk about?"
... shit...
"Well... setting limits helps me know just how much I can let go. Some friends are the type that let ya go all out and let your hair down, so to speak. Others... they prefer ya to keep yourself on that even keel. And, then, it all depends - is dancing or Kareoke involved? Because then, might have to throw both those theories out the door and get me really really drunk first...." She deflected - staying on topic, or at least the topic she had set a moment ago... had he heard her? Had he ... damn him. Her eyes rested on his face with a faint little quirk of her lips in a mona lisa type smile. Then she leans to the side and pulls open a drawer of his desk to pull out a fifth. She lifts it and gives him a quirk of her brow in question for permission to drink some... it was his afterall.
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