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[jamessanford]

Date/Time: 'A Shady Aftermath'; Tuesday, November 3rd, 1981; Early Afternoon
Location: James' House; Glasgow
Open to: James, Simon, Andra
Involving: All of thee above

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[simonfaulkner]

Hearing his name being bellowed, Simon groaned and grumbled, rolling and shifting slightly in his half-asleep state. He'd probably just had the best sleep of his life, and now he had a rather nice something cuddled up all warm against him.

Well, not exactly cuddled up against him. More like, wrapped around him, and tangled up with him.

James's voice made him open his eyes, and for a moment, he was confused as to who he was laying in bed with, and why James was walking in unannounced. Then, it hit him, and while he was still slightly confused as to why he was wrapped around Andra, he rolled and looked at James with a quirked brow.

"Hey there mate," he said, entirely sure that the man would not be happy. "Have fun with that maid last night?"

[jamessanford]

James' eyes narrowed angrily on Simon, his head slowly shaking. "Not as much fun as you two apparently had," he replied, voice cold and bitter. No, Andra wasn't his. But Simon knew damn well that he wanted her, and he went off with her anyway. And Andra had let him! After all the times she had turned him down, she went and fucked someone who was exactly like him.

Not on.

"And here I was, worried about my girl being taken care of last night. Seems you did an awfully good job of it, eh?" he spat. His face was twisted in anger, something that was not a usual sight on James Sanford. Very few things really got to him, but his was one of them.

He felt... horrible. And he didn't like it. Mostly because he'd done this to himself by sleeping with the maid and forgetting about these two, but also because he felt slightly betrayed.

[simonfaulkner]

"Well, that's too bad," Simon replied, completely ignoring the cold and bitter tone and the angry eyes. This was an odd reaction from the man, but he was entirely surprised. After all, he'd been trying to get into Andra's pants for a while now, and she'd turned him down every time.

Standing up smoothly, not caring that he was naked, he added, "And I'm sorry to tell you, James, I don't see your name, or anyone else's name, for that matter, tattoo-ed on her anywhere. She's not your girl, she's not anyone's girl. She's her own girl."

Glancing around for his boxers, he spied them across the room, but decided that he wasn't into moving that close to James just yet. Shrugging, he crossed his arms and continued, "And you were with the maid."

[simonfaulkner]

"Okay, so you're not fidgetty. So why do you always move around?"

He was hiding his devious grin now, masking it behind an air of curiousity. After all, it wouldn't do for her to start thinking that he looked mischevious or up to something. That would completely ruin the thought that was beginning to form in the back of his mind.

His arms went behind him, his hands holding the headboard lightly as he looked at her. He didn't know when James would come back into the house, or whether or not the man would barge into her room again.

That wouldn't be pleasant, not at all. Especially not for his current thought.