Three or Four Years Earlier.... Rio De Janeiro: The Copacabana Palace Hotel
Walking into the crowded bar, I surveyed the room quickly. 3 cameras; each in their own corner, and a lone security guard who didn't look like he could be more than a ten second problem for me. Fat, bald, a five star hotel could do better if they were willing to be a little more generous
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Shit.
Thank you Sam for screwing me over. Really. I was happy to see you until you went and said my real name out loud. I'm registered as Jennifer Jones, not Caroline anything, not Carly.
It doesn't look like anyone heard. I can get through this. I just have to make him stop calling me Carly.
"Long time no see."
"Yeah."
I need to get out of here, just in case. After hearing what he called me, someone could be suspicious. Namely, that bartender over there. The one who called me Miss Jones.
"Mind if I sit?""You think you have to ask ( ... )
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I smiled, and almost said something before she kissed my cheek. Only kiss wouldn't be quite the word, it was a split second courtesy thing, which I didn't get until I saw the security gaurd's attention go to some other guy.
Smart move Car, but why would you be bothered by any attention?
To hell with it. I don't care. I sat down next to her at the bar, taking my gin when it was brought over, and drinking some of it.
"How're you been? You look good."
I smirked a little. "So do you." Always. "I've been pretty good, actually." Started up work as an assassin... worked my way up through the ranks... nah, there's not much conversation in that. Moving on. "I'm a photographer now."
I checked her reaction. There's always two, regardless of it being men or women. Either a polite smile-n'-nod, which means they think it's porn, or a genuine interest. There's mini variations, but at base, it's the same.
"What about you?"
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Sam, a photographer? I guess I could buy that. Stranger things have happened. Like me deciding murder was a good career choice. What can I say? When your dead father was a powerful guy, you stumble onto some real characters. They open your mind to a different way of life.
Sam's way of life probably includes a lot of naked women now. It's not what I was expecting, but work is work. I bet he loves his job.
"It sounds like Europe did you some good."
The last time I saw Sam, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. I had a few ideas, which turned into something else entirely, but I went down the 'normal girl' road for a while. It wasn't for me.
Sam actually has a job.
That's...a pretty big deal.
"What about you?"Cover story time ( ... )
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I laughed. "Yeah, that might be a good id--" I looked back at her just in time to see her take her shirt off and throw it on the ground. And for three seconds, I was pretty sure she was going to take the skirt off too.
But she didn't.
Car if you want to join the party, you should go the whole way. Definitely. What's with the sudden modesty and why am I trying not to look too long when there's pretty women all over the place to stare at?
Maybe this wasn't so bright.
"Come on."
And here I go anyway.
I raised an eyebrow as I saw some guy practically tackle one of the dancing girls right there on the sidewalk. Either they knew each other, or she didn't mind, because she was laughing anyway, even as he shoved his tongue down her throat. Either that, or they're both very very very drunk.
I took the bottle of vodka back, and took a long drink before handing it back to her. "Good idea?" I grinned at her, trying not to keep my eyes on her for too long. That wasn't hard, though. Blue... sparkly... Focus
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This is either couples zone, or orgy zone. And the heat from the crowd coming off in waves makes me wish taking my skirt off seemed practical enough a move to go with. If all of the other women are walking around nearly naked, I should be able to take off my skirt. I would if Sam wasn't here. He'd think I was hitting on---
Why would that be such a bad thing? I'm not, but if I was, I wouldn't necessarily be doing something wrong. We're both adults now, we've gown, spent time apart, realized that most of the time, sex is just sex. If was trying to get him to sleep with me, I wouldn't be committing a crime, would I? No is the worst thing he could say, and it doesn't so too bad to me.
I'm not going to ask him anything like that, I just wish I'd stop being so afraid to sound like I am.
"Good idea?""Great ( ... )
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Blue... sparkly...
Wait, what's Carly doing? ... And there goes the skirt. That's not a bad choice of underwear.
And from now on, Carly's cut off from this bottle of vodka. She wants to go flirt with some other guy to get more of it, I'll sit here and plot the guy's murder while I get pleasantly drunk. It'll be fun.
"When in Rio, right?"
That's a better statement than the gibberish that's floating in my head at the moment. "Exactly." I agreed, having another long drink. She thinks I'm handing this back to her willingly, she's nuts. I'll put up a fight. Not much of one, since the Sam she knows is the one that gets knocked out with one good swing, but I'll put up something of one.
"Everything is so colorful tonight, isn't it gorgeous?""That's not the only thing that's gorgeous." Crap, the vodka kicked in early ( ... )
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I take off my clothes, he calls someone else hot. It figures.
Although I have to admit, the woman he's staring at is pretty much a knockout. Complete with that "ready to faint from substance abuse" look. I guess thats what Sam's into now. Good for him. More power to him for lowering his standards and settling for the easy sex.
Crap. She likes him.
"And what is your name?"
"Sam."And if the two of you will excuse me, I'm going to go get drunk and lower my own standards to that sexy beast of a man in the green. He'll like me if he knows I've had enough to drink, a few more sips should do the job ( ... )
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I'm not surprised. I would have danced a little more if Sam wanted to, but I knew he wouldn't. He knows exactly where this is leading, and he'd rather encourage it than stop it. That's Sam.
Sam whose eyes are just a little bit more blue when I'm pleasantly warm and enjoying my nice tipsy feeling. This was a good idea. I can't remember whose it was, but it was a good one.
One of us is very smart, and both of us are very hot. In all kinds of ways that should be shared, like vodka even though for the most part the vodka kept being stolen by Sam the tall and dumbass the alcoholic.
Sharing is caring, right? Like if I wanted to share a kiss...
No.
No. No. No.
I'm just going to get us going if I do that.
"Then what would you suggest that we do now?"
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I suggest we go to the nearest hotel, there's lots of sex for Sam, and after that... no real plans. I don't really care about the rest of it. The rest can go whatever way it wants, I really don't mind that part.
Sex for Sam first. Everything else second.
"Hotel?"
Yeah, I'm going to try and behave myself, but in the state I'm in, it's only going to go so far. Like... not very. At all. And that's all I'm going to say on it.
"Unless you don't want to."
Why the hell did I go and say something crazy like that?! If she changes her mind, Blue and Sparkly is not going to look as good as she did five minutes ago. I want to be kissing her again, why the hell would I be talking?!
God damn it!
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Hotel means sex. Sam wants to go have sex with me. I thought he liked the blue chick a little while ago, so this is an improvement. All of the kissing made me think that we were going to end up back at the hotel, but I couldn't be sure. I didn't want to embarrass myself by assuming things either. It was a safe assumption and all, but maybe Sam just liked kissing. Sharing kisses.
And tongues, thinking back on it.
"Unless you don't want to."If I tell him I want to, I think I'm admittiing defeat. I'll have to say it without saying it if I want to be able to tell him he started it tomorrow morning ( ... )
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This better not turn out to be one of those moments where she's screwing with my head. I had one too many of those before, I'd like now to be really different, if I've got a say in the whole thing.
... Reassurance. I like that. That means she's not screwing with me. That I could get really used to.
This walk back is going to be too freakin' long. Why'd they have to put the hotel and the parade so far apart? It's inhuman. Freakin' barbaric. And other words that talk about cruelty... and God am I just little bit drunk.
Where's the Palace again?
Yeah... that way looks good... she seems to know what she's doing... I'll just follow her. That works out.
And there it is. It's pretty to look at when you know what's going to happen inside. "Where's your room?" I asked as we headed in. Please let there not be a lot of freakin' stairs involved. I remember what it was like working with those too.
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