save your sympathy ---

[hannah3]

hey there, lucia (dayna), this one's for you. i've got 767 words all in neat
alignment for you. he's wearing this and lookin' mighty fine. although eminem kept
me company, this post amounts to total shit. the lyrics were snatched from
lostprophets, and this nifty temp was birthed by hannah. peace.

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Vince was still working on getting used to the time change. It was only three hours, but it seemed like a lifetime for him. Even Zeus, his doberman, was having issues adjusting. They would both be ready to hit the floor far earlier than anyone else on this coast, and be up way before the sun ever hit the horizon. The waking up early was rather beneficial, considering he liked being up before the city started to bustle and the fast pace settled in to the streets. He just liked the calm before the storm; he always had. It reflected his laid back personality pretty well, considering he was a calm person but could be set off in an instant with the right set of words. Actually, it wasn't all that easy to set Vince off or make him angry. He didn't like showing emotion for anyone, especially those whose goal it was to make him upset. He let everything flow in one ear and out the other, just brush past like a stranger on the street instead of facing it head on. The little things weren't something he worried about, at least about his own life. Now on jobs, it was completely different. Every little detail was important and planned precisely so nothing could go awry. And speaking of jobs, the whole reason for his move to the other coast was because of his latest one.

Usually he wasn't all that happy to come play bouncer for an overly-manicured Hollywood factory-made bitch, but this Lucia Ferrera, anyone who was offered to be her bodyguard and declined was a right foul idiot. Vince had seen her in movies, even worked a couple events she showed up at but never talked to her in person. She seemed nice, and of course she was hot. The main reason he took the job though, was because it paid better than anything else could offer him. Besides, she was absolutely gorgeous. He usually had a policy about sleeping with his clients, and he promised himself this wouldn't be any different. He'd done it once before and ended up screwing himself over to epic proportions. He'd fled, assuming she was going to put up some idiotic rape rumor when she'd really been the one to start it. Well, the age gap between them didn't help. Thankfully, Lucia wasn't some teenager who didn't even belong in the acting pool of talent, but then again, he wasn't looking to fuck her either.

He'd met with her manager yesterday and the man had told him to start immediately. She was apparently coming here to eat lunch, and according to the manager, anytime she set foot out of her limousine or house, it was his job to make sure she wasn't mobbed by fans or lynched by women who were angry that their husbands watched her films more than them. And he was absolutely fine with it, considering he was getting paid triple what he would for working security, and doing about half the work. All the smaller jobs he'd run didn't require a whole lot of energy, but who knew. Maybe this would be a little more interesting than he was bargaining for. He spotted a limousine pulling up, and figured that was her. "Well, here goes nothing, Moore," he said to himself, denying himself the pleasure of wondering what the hell was going to come out of this. This was restaurant for crying out loud, who would be waiting to mob her in here? Weren't people all fat enough to be distracted by food these days? Vince didn't know.

The limousine pulled up and he opened the door for her, ignoring the nasty look he got from the driver. She was indeed very attractive, and he now understood why the driver wanted to get the door for her. There was a time when Vince only saw women as pieces of meat, but he'd matured a lot since then. "Good afternoon," he cooed in his slight southern accent, his eyes basically lolling into the back of his head from behind his sunglasses. This was definitely going to be a rewarding job. It was then that he realized it was probably the plan for them to have lunch, get to know each other considering he would be following her basically everywhere for the next year, or possibly longer.. the year was the shortest his contract allowed.

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[kody]

lucia really didn't see the need of a bodyguard. she could guard her own body. she had guns from working out at the gym everyday. she had dealt with creepy stalkers when she was just a model, but now that she was a movie star there were suppose to be pyscho crazy stalkers. she would have more fans, at least more female fans and male fans that didn't know her before. oh man she was not ready for the hype. six lives had not even gone to theatre's yet. but the movie was being promoted all over the place and she had done lots of interviews lately, especially since she had returned home from morocco. things were only going to get worse as the months rolled on. when red carpets were calling her, she would be thankful that her manager thought about getting her a body guard.

that morning she had recieved a phone call from her manager: be down at this restaurant by noon for lunch, i'll send a limo for you. i hired you a bodyguard. she hung up the phone in frustration because evidentally she could not drive herself places. but at she got ready for her day in her los angeles home she couldn't help but to think about what her new bodyguard might look like. he could be a large black male, a tattooed buff guy, an older gentleman that had once worked for the government, or maybe it was a very butch lesbian. the driver pulled up alongside the curb, and when he door opened she heard a good afternoon directed towards her. it was calm outside, but people did stop around the limo just to see who it was. Lucia stepped out the vehicle and moved her sunglasses from her face to sit ontop of her head. She turned to see the person that opened the door, and she grinned at him. "you must be my lunch date." she commented.

this wasn't the limo driver. the driver had just ran around the car and scoffed at the gentlemen that had opened the door for her. she nodded at him, and thanked the driver to taking her to her destination. she looked back at the male, and beckoned for him to follow her inside the restaurant. not only was she starving, but wanted to avoid any type of frenzy that would have formed outside. "i take it you're my bodyguard?" she questioned, looking him over very secretively. nobody had ever worked for her before, or at least not directly under her. she would never know how to treat him, or know was exactly was underhis job description. he was definitely good looking, and this made Lucia happy. every perverted joke she had ever heard about bodyguards went through her head. She would have to thank her manager later. he already knew that she was lonely, and now she had some nice man candy to look at. hopefully he wasn't an asshole. "i'm sorry but my manager never told me your name..." she did consider introducing herself, but he already knew who she was, and that wasn't just her being cocky.

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NOTES: that was a word countage fail, but i'd rather not give you a bunch
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[hannah3]

hey there, lucia (dayna), this one's for you. i've got 828 words all in neat
alignment for you. he's wearing this and lookin' mighty fine. although eminem kept
me company, this post amounts to it's alright. the lyrics were snatched from
lostprophets, and this nifty temp was birthed by hannah. peace.

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Vince wasn't nervous about being able to complete his assigned tasks - that would be a slice of cake. However, not getting distracted from his tasks would definitely be difficult. She was the first real woman he'd seen thus far. She seemed wholesome. Of course he knew she modeled lingerie, but come on, that's a turn on anyway you look at it. She was hot, that was for sure, and even with his decade of built-up self restraint he wasn't sure he'd be able to do it. As long as he kept reminding himself of the fiasco with Cali, maybe he wouldn't let this get the best of him. He watched her step out, flashing her a smile with his slight dimples in the corners of his mouth. "I must be," he said, forgetting to suppress his accent and it flowed right through his words. People in California seemed less apt to accept the accent he possessed. The worst they had out here was a Cali girl accent, and that was just the females. He got a few strange looks, that was for sure.

Vince followed her smoothly into the restaurant, very wary of the distance he kept from her. It was close enough to let the public know he was with her and let her know he could keep up, but far enough away that everyone clearly saw he wasn't with her. He was big on body language.. it often spoke more about people than their words. Words could lie, but often times, the body and nervous system didn't. He gave a nod at her when she asked if he was her bodyguard. He'd done this for other people, and knew exactly how it worked. Usually, he developed an alright friendship with them, aside from the fact that they were usually all too caught up in themselves to care about him. He got to know them, know their secrets and quirks, those things the general public didn't get to see. Of course, none of them gave two fucks about him. They knew his age, weight, and how many obsessed fans he could fight off at one time and really, that was all they needed to know. That was all Vince was comfortable with them knowing. Cali knew more, and look where they ended up. Awkward and apart.

He'd already taken the liberty of reserving them a table in the back corner, there only because it would attract less attention. Surely these people would be used to seeing stars out and about, mingling with commoners. If not, they wouldn't be a problem for Vince to handle. She turned the opposite direction in which their table awaited, so he gently laid a hand at her waist to show they were going the other way. It was light, and simply a directional gesture. He wasn't afraid of touching stars.. he did it all the time in high-pressure situations when he needed them to move more quickly than they were. Upon arrival at the table, he pulled out a chair for her. He wasn't exactly a southern gentleman, but he knew how to handle himself. Once she took her seat he took his, responding to her question. "Moore, Vince Moore." So he sort of stole that from James Bond, but hey, it usually got the expected response.. it made girls melt a little. He didn't expect it to have an effect on her, she probably got attractive men hitting on her all day. Of course, he wasn't hitting on her.... yet.

"I'd say it's a pleasure to be working with you, but to avoid the risk of sounding way too formal, I'll settle for how's it going?" He kept his voice under control that time, the accent just a little undertone of what it had been. That was one thing the media always kicked him about. He leaned back a little in the chair, relaxing as he folded his hands on the table. She probably didn't know it, but he was trying to pick her apart, question by question. The introduction, that was to see if she was even semi-interested in him physically, just a normal male reaction. As for his own question to her, that was to see if she'd reply only with what was happening with her, and not return the question. He wanted to know if he was going to be working with a self-absorbed bitch for a year. He didn't know what he'd do if she even asked anything more about him than his name, considering he wasn't used to giving out that sort of information. The only other thing people might have known about him was that he was ex-military and that he had a huge dog named after the greatest Greek God. His amber eyes were unsettling as he awaited an answer, and somewhere in his peripheral he found waiters and waitresses fighting about who got to come serve the sexy movie star and the familiar hunky bodyguard.

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[kody]

there were many misconceptions about lingerie models. that they were sluts and went clubbing and slept with as many men as they good. that was not lucia. she looked at modeling as a career not a lifestyle. she did not act like life was a fashion show, which was great, because i don't think walking down the street in your bra and underroo's is legal. but she did not live and breathe modeling. sure she had been apart of the modeling world since she was sixteen, but she knew that she could never depend on her looks alone to pay for her life. she finished school and went to college, and tried to lead a normal life. she married a man that she thinks of as dead now, and she divorced him for being the biggest scum on the earth. that was the reason why she was not into dating. but she never went to clubs and she wasn't to keen on drinking either. when she was younger she was wild, but now that she is almost thirty, she has definitely matured quite a bit. she was almost glad that the media hadn't recognized her until now, because now she can appear in the media as a role model for good, and not as a role model of what never to be like most young starlets.

she noticed his accent, but she didn't comment on it. she was sure that other people noticed it as well, it was heavy afterall, but if anything it gave him charm. every women dreamed of a gentleman, and when lucia thought of gentlemen, they usually had a humble feel to them. and to her a southern accent was humble. she found him even more charming when he pulled her chair out. and when he introduced himself in that james bond style, she couldn't help but to grin and show off her dimples. james bond had always been her favorite growing up, it had been a favorite of everyone in her families as well. family movie night consisted of lots of james bond. and lucia always thought she was capable of being the next bond girl. she would die happy if she could do that. "oh my. vince even sounds like a bodyguard name." she commented, being serious yet teasing at the same time. he would learn that teasing was one of her specialties, and i don't just mean sexually. though she would probably tempt him a little. "it's nice to meet you." it had to be nice to meet him. he was going to be a part of a lot of her life for the next year or so. unless something happens. her manager had probably given him a set of rules, or drilled him with a set of questions testing his character. would you ever bang lucia ferrera? am i suppose to say no? of course. then no.

"good. i must admit that i'm a little skeptical about this "bodyguard" thing," she put air quotes around the word bodyguard. "i don't really believe that i need one, but i have a worrisome manager. and maybe he feels like he's handling a bigger star than i actually am if i have one?" she let out a slight chuckle and a one shouldered shrug. when it came to fans, lucia did not have much of a problem with them. if she was in a mood where she did not want to be bothered by anybody, she usually just stayed in her house. but when she went out in public she would stop and take pictures and sign autographs with a smile on her face. but there were those creepers that had hugged her and attempted to cop a feel while doing so. it was hard for her to ever know what to do, because if she defended herself the media would look down upon her for 'beating' her fans. she really did not know what was going to happen after six lives came out. she looked over at vince, and thought that maybe having a bodyguard wouldn't be so bad. "what about you?" and when she asked that question she was looking for a little more than just a generic 'oh i'm good'. while she waited on his answer, she leaned back in her seat and looked over at the waiters and waitresses arguing with one another. they stopped immediately when they saw her glance over. satisfied, she brought her attention back on vince. she crossed her legs and propped her elbow on the table, resting her head on her open hand. he was kind of hard not to look at.

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TAG: vince/hannah! WORD COUNT: 774 OUTFIT: HERE
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NOTES: yeah i'm having fun with this.

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[hannah3]

hey there, lucia (dayna), this one's for you. i've got 828 words all in neat
alignment for you. he's wearing this and lookin' mighty fine. although eminem kept
me company, this post amounts to it's alright. the lyrics were snatched from
lostprophets, and this nifty temp was birthed by hannah. peace.

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Vince chuckled a little at her comment about his name. Everyone always said his name was fitting - intimidating, almost. He never really thought about it, just moving on with life accepting that it would be what people called him for the remainder of his life. Occasionally, people grew fond of calling him Vinny, but it really didn't fit his personality. He didn't exactly resemble a mob boss, which was what he associated the name with. He'd been offered to join mob-like organizations, but he never accepted. He wasn't too big on the commitment thing, and from what he heard getting involved with those guys was some serious commitment. Getting out of it was a lot harder than finding a way into it. "You too," he replied simply, not wanting to seem over-zealous about meeting one of Hollywood's newest big shots. He never really got too worked up about meeting them, and never had. To him they were all just people. The only difference between them and every other person on the street was their insecurity with the world and need for someone else to promise them safety.

He did recall the infinite amount of questions he was asked while being interviewed for the job. Most of them were just standard questions, like his background, how many times he'd been arrested. Of course he went through the usual, "I've been in the military my entire life, never been to jail," speech. Most people seemed surprised, given his hunky figure and hard ass attitude. For some reason, people seemed to associate big, burly guys like Vince with prison which was totally superficial. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't exactly a strict follower of every law ever written, but he wasn't a rapist or a murderer. As she replied, he listened to every word, analyzing it all the way back to its language or origin. He laughed a little with her at the end, thinking about it. Well, if he knew anything about modern society, and all man pride put aside, he'd say he knew a little something about it, there were men out there far creepier than she could imagine who just dreamed of getting a handful of her chest or backside. And with her being a star, traveling all over, giving those creeps the access they needed to do such things, she was going to need someone to do the heavy lifting for her. Many stars didn't let on that they were creeped out by someone. However, with Vince around, he could just tell. It was a body language thing - subtle, very difficult to pick up, but Vince was astute and very smart, so he caught them and acted upon them in ways stars like Lucia could not. It was her job to act, and Vince's to beat the living shit out of idiots who touched her. "I have no doubt that you can handle yourself just fine." It wasn't supposed to be cocky.. a compliment, actually. "It's a precaution more than anything. Your manager and I just don't want to see a successful woman get hurt."

Then, she surprised him. He thought for sure they were going to drone about the subject of her, but she went and returned it. Now he felt himself a little clueless, nothing really to say in response was coming to mind. He remained calm though.. another part of being someone of his stature was being able to improvise. "The time change is a little brutal - coming from New York. I'll manage, though," was his response, a very light smile teasing the corners of his mouth. He was trying his best to remain professional, but even now at the ripe age of thirty, he was a little weak in the knees just looking at her. She was a gorgeous woman, there was no doubt in anyone's mind. And by what he'd seen so far, she wasn't going to be an egotistical bitch either, which was always a plus.

Finally, the waiters decided among themselves who would grace the two in the corner, and finally a boy who looked maybe early twenties came over, asking what they wanted to drink. Vince opened his hands toward Lucia. "Ladies first," he beckoned. He had manners, and wasn't afraid to use them. And not just on her, but on all the women he encountered, albeit there weren't that many to name.

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[kody]

sure lucia could handle herself just fine, she had been able to ever since she had moved to america. but once she was thrown into the spotlight and people recognized her when she walked up and down the streets of los angeles, she wasn't sure if she would be able to anymore. looking after herself was no problem when people did not know much of who she was. she could walk down the street and hang out with friends just fine. saying that being well known and famous was a huge burden would be lie. lucia was actually getting into having fame, she would never abuse her stardom, but she did not mind going to events or parties or looking out on her door step and finding the UPS guy with a large box with either clothes or some other type of product. the UPS guy probably felt pretty good standing on her door step too.

she liked hearing the words 'successful woman' come out of his mouth. no matter how famous she became, she always loved being complimented. especially by attractive men, that weren't just complimenting her nice rack or any of her other assests. 'i loved your work in sports illustrated!' "i understand. i just got back from morocco not too long ago. once i started getting use to the time change, i had to fly right back." she told him with a hint of sympathy in her voice. she had been to new york before, for work and because she had some family there. it was also where she met fellow actor jack bailey. she always loved new york, it as busy, and it was just a colder version of LA with more lights and broadway. it also didn't have a beach and the music scene was the same if not better. she was eager to fly out to new york to do interviews and promote her new movie with her fellow cast mates, and hey, vince would get to go along with her back to his home!

of course she wasn't an egotistical bitch. if she had found fame in her early twenties or teen years she probably would have been. she also grew up as a part of a family that had strong values and were always tought to consider everyone around them. and she really liked that vince had manners. she smiled at him, pleasantly surprised in his actions, and then she turned her attention to the young waiter. she asked him what he reccomended, and that was what she ordered. sure she was suppose to follow a certain diet of low calorie meals, but it was okay to spurlge every once in a while right? what the waiter had recommended was a pasta with lots of colorful vegetables with a vinagerette dressing and it sounded delicious. loaded with carbs, but that didn't matter, the vegetables must balance things out, right?! mmm, what would be for dessert.

she let vince give the waiter his order, and when the boy left she opened her mouth to speak again. "when my manager said 'bodyguard', i must admit that i pictured someone like a larger black male, or even an older gentleman." or a lesbian, but she did not add that one in. "but you're really handsome, and you must be around my age?" ooh yeah that was definitely lucia attempting to hit on her new employee. hopefully he wouldn't file for sexual harassment. lucia was kind of just a lonely, desparate cougar that would be the last to marry off in her family. so if she came across a good enough looking man with muscles, she was going to pounce. she really didn't plan on hitting on him any more, because her manager probably wouldn't want him scared off within the first day. tone it down ma'am. "...i probably shouldn't have said that." she said in a hushed voice, joking with him.

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TAG: vince/hannah! WORD COUNT: 656 OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: © fuzzy blue lights @ caution GRAPHICS: banner @ dayna!
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[hannah3]

lucia (dayna) // IDKTHEWORDS // outfit // it's alright

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Of course she was used to it -- she was Lucia Ferrera. She'd been basically all over in the past year or so, getting herself well-known and famous. He had to say he'd been rather stationary in New York for a while, trying to lay low after he'd gained himself some serious fame while some speculation happened about his working for and sleeping with Cali Amor. Neither of them had been famous at the time, but ever since Hollywood had its microscope pointed directly at the uprising bodyguard as he was seen at more and more events with more and more stars clinging to his right arm as he led them through crowds. So maybe he slept with his clients, but at least he got them from point A to point B without having any huge encounters. Everyone thought Vince was extremely intimidating, and they were probably right. For any man, the amount of aggression he usually had built up inside was the equivalent of several atmospheres of pressure, pressure he wasn't afraid to unleash on any deserving soul. Why the aggression? It was all toward himself, actually, and his terrible way with society.

He grinned, watching her order whatever the scrawny kid decided to tell her to order. Vince really didn't care what he ate, he was a man after all and would eat just about anything put in front of him. He was basically a disposal - he could eat anything anytime, and be perfectly fine to run several miles or fight off rapists just moments afterward. His metabolism and strong stomach were two things he valued that being in the marines just perfected. There wasn't any time for having a weak stomach in combat. She ordered pasta, and he decided on some ungodly hunk of meat that he would devour along with the side dish of some sort of potato and other vegetable. Vincent wasn't worried about his figure, but maintaining a healthy diet was conducive to a healthy life. He didn't want to kick the bucket at forty.. that was just ten years away after all. He didn't want to be a statistic at that age either; a statistic of how many people in this nation were obese or overweight. He knew the effects of aging would eventually catch up to him, but he was going to prolong it as long as possible. Call him a prissy boy, but he did enjoy looking like a woman's best dream.

As she began to speak, he looked up and into her eyes. On the way up, he stole a glance at her chest but just a very brief and discreet one. He didn't want to seem like a pervert, but he was a man after all and the testosterone was prevalent in his body, having been celibate his entire time in California so far. He chuckled lightly at her impression of bodyguard. Most people didn't expect someone young and good-looking to be escorting them from place to place, especially not someone like Vince, who was chiseled and actually rather small in comparison to some guards who were hired primarily for their size. That's where they went wrong: hiring for size instead of strength. You could hire someone over three-hundred pounds and be getting somewhere near seventy pounds of pure fat, also known as dead weight they have to lug around that is purely useless. With Vince, what you saw was what you got. Pure muscle layered the man's bones, thick like a steer. It was actually quite impressive, and something he prided himself on. But what she said next, he wasn't prepared for.

He laughed. Actually just let himself laugh. Handsome? Around her age? He had to admit, he was flattered. Then she sort of apologized for saying anything, and he immediately shook his head. "No no no," he said with a wholehearted chuckle. "It's fine." It really was, Vince wasn't bothered by her flattery. "I'm thirty-one in July.." he said, letting her know she was dead on about their age similarity. "Sorry to disappoint though.. I'm not all that large, and clearly not black," he laughed again, playing absentmindedly with the corner of his napkin. He was actually a little aroused by the flirting that seemed to be going on here. Not physically, but he was definitely mentally stimulated by what was going on here and the sophistication of it. "It's probably better we do this, considering I'll be playing watchdog outside your house at night," it was sort of a joke, but sort of not. Her manager had made it clear that she was his responsibility, and if anything happened to her Vince would be the first to get reamed for it. He didn't plan on letting anything get to her. If anything did want her, it went through him first. Ooh, getting a little territorial Vincent? Yes.

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[kody]

this was the cooping technique of a lonely woman. lucia was not usually the type of female that hit on every man she saw, and she had never in her life acted in such a way. rarely did she ever approach men, because she never felt like she would have to. it was true that she was a flirt, but she usually did not iniciate such an action. no, she tried to leave most of everything up to the man, at least in the beginning. lucia considered herself to be a classy woman, and these types of women did not throw themselves at men. they let the the predator stalk them, and then when men pounced, the roles reversed and she tried to take control of the situation. thats how it was in most cases.

when lucia thought of bodyguard she never pictured anyone like vince. and when she thought of how her relationship with her bodyguard might be, she figured that it would be difficult to try and carry on a conversation with them. she didn't know many bodyguards, but she had friends with bodyguards and had seen them on television and in movies. she figured that they would be mute, too focused on their job to do anything else but protect. she thought that maybe her manager and bodyguard would contact each other when she needed escorted. but vince seemed like a guy that did not let his job take over his personality, even while working. and so far she found him intriguing. she thought that maybe her manager figured that she was mature enough to not flirt with a guy that was hired for her safety. her manager was a damn fool.

lonely lucia was having fun, and they had just arrived, sat down, and ordered their dinner. he seemed to have loosened up from when he met her first outside of the restaurant at her car, to now. the only reason she had apologized for pretty much hitting on him, was because she knew that it was inappropriate to flirt with somebody that worked for you, but in her eyes he looked so inviting, even though he was built for intimedation. "i'm not disappointed." she commented with a chuckle at his statement about not being black. she picked up her water glass and took and took a sip, when she put it back down on the table he began talking again, and her index finger slid around the rim of her glass. that some freaky edward and bella shit right there. but she just laughed again. "at least i know that i will be safe." she smiled at him.

"i'll let you have a few nights off." she brought her hands into her lap. "lucky for you i don't run around LA and hollywood every night. i don't party, but i do go to bars every once in a while and never once have i gotten out of control." she leaned back in her chair once more. her manager loved her for the simple fact that she was older and out of her party days. unlike some older, more well known actresses. lucia was not a diva, and she had grown up years ago. "i'll try my best to make your job easy...unless you want it a different way?" she rose an eyebrow at him, leaving the statement open for interpretation. she chuckled to herself. "i think we're going to work well together."

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TAG: vince/hannah! WORD COUNT: 577 OUTFIT: HERE
LYRICS: © fuzzy blue lights @ caution GRAPHICS: banner @ dayna!
NOTES: idk! but it's bad.

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