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| - | She gives you a | + | 'Don't let me keep you,' You say almost mischievously. |
| + | She gives you a mischievous smile. 'Maybe later.' | ||
| - | She takes you through to a large room with large chesterfields in leather arranged around an unlit fireplace. In the middle | + | She takes you through to a large room with large chesterfields in yellow leather arranged around an unlit fireplace. In the middle of the arrangement lies a thick fur rug that must have cost either a dozen mink or one very large bear. The French windows leading into the garden are open in spite of the rain, letting a breath of cool air into the hot summer night. |
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| + | 'How about a drink?' Blondie asks you. | ||
| + | 'I could do with a drink,' you say. Ain't that the truth. It's been a long day and you're tired. | ||
| + | She mixes you a scotch and soda and takes one for herself. Then, sweeping across to the chesterfields she sits down on the one facing away from the garden and the open windows. | ||
[[ND/Oakland details (1)|Sit down on the same sofa]] | [[ND/Oakland details (1)|Sit down on the same sofa]] | ||
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[[ND/Oakland details (2)| Sit down on the sofa opposite her]] | [[ND/Oakland details (2)| Sit down on the sofa opposite her]] | ||
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Current revision as of 00:58, 15 December 2016
'Don't let me keep you,' You say almost mischievously. She gives you a mischievous smile. 'Maybe later.'
She takes you through to a large room with large chesterfields in yellow leather arranged around an unlit fireplace. In the middle of the arrangement lies a thick fur rug that must have cost either a dozen mink or one very large bear. The French windows leading into the garden are open in spite of the rain, letting a breath of cool air into the hot summer night.
'How about a drink?' Blondie asks you.
'I could do with a drink,' you say. Ain't that the truth. It's been a long day and you're tired.
She mixes you a scotch and soda and takes one for herself. Then, sweeping across to the chesterfields she sits down on the one facing away from the garden and the open windows.
