M. Ward

          “watch your language.”

           for the fact that each of            them answered to two            different divinities was            evident, though repetition            seemed to have no avail. 

       "you have a good day, sir."

           He was almost sad to see her go.            But he loved to watch her leave.

“ Yeah? If only     they could kill. ”

"Oh you don't mean that. Deep down you still love me."

✿ ♕ ❀ —         Daisy sees things as just the         opposite. She’s pretty enough,          and at no risk of being an ‘old         maid.’ ❝You sound shocked..❞         She comments, bemused. ❝Oh,         no. Not usually. He doesn’t at all         allow it.❞

        “And yet here you are. Aren't you         the little trouble maker." A smile         takes over his features before he         glances around. Discovering that         the two of them are mostly alone,         some ideas begin to fester.

"Well, I better get going. Pray for me, Maynard."

" ----- Aren't you bein' a little overdramatic?"

“ Y’know, you’re a real asshole. ”

"O u c h ! You know, words hurt, Dougie."

✿ ♕ ❀ —         ❝My husband, actually.❞ She         admits a bit hesitantly, since         she doesn’t like talking about         Tom if she doesn’t have to.

        "You're married?" He sounds         a little more surprised than he         had originally intended. She         seemed too young to be trapped         in that kind of hell. "And yet you         walk the streets alone?"

✿ ♕ ❀ —         Daisy inhales, only to let the         smoke escape again with her         words. ❝I’m not exactly in the         working class.❞ That’s likely         the most modest way to say         ‘I’m rich and don’t have to,’         that Daisy’s willing to use.

        He mimics her movements,         exhaling the smoke through         thin lips. Her words only         confirmed what he already         thought. Money was not         something she had to worry         about. "Is your old man rich         or somethin'?"

"Hey, what can I say?  Woman of mystery here.” Chuckling softly, she winked at Ayn, before taking a look around the place in search for something to entertain herself with. 

"Surprised you're still around to be honest. We've already fucked once. What more is there for us to do?"

It's not that he didn't enjoy having her around, far from it. Like he said, it was just a surprise. Ayn had figured he'd never see her again.

It was ironic how she seemed to bother him when she needed him the most; "Well, thanks I guess. The nerves are just messing me up."

"You'll do great. Don't worry. Either way we'll both get payed."

"Fine." She did not have the patience to keep bothering much longer.

"Sure I don’t need any slang or something? You know, from the ‘hood’." It was pretty clear by now that she had no clue about what to actually do once she met the client.

Slowly, he inhaled deeply, once again giving her the attention she clearly wanted. His jaw twitched a couple of times, signaling how annoyed he was by all this.

"Rose, for the last time, I don't think he'll care about what comes out of your mouth."

✿ ♕ ❀ —         ❝I do, actually.❞ She chirps,         taking the cigarette between a         pair of manicured fingers. She         then lifts it up. ❝Thank you, Mr.         Ward.. May I ask what it it that         you do?❞

        He leans closer in order to light         up the smoke for her, clearing his         throat at her question. "Whatever         pays the bills really." It isn't a lie,         but it isn't the full truth either.         "What about you?"

"Are you kidding me, Maynard? Here I am, way outside my comfort zone, and you get frisky with me?" Her eyes were just about to roll - but she knew this was just like him.

"Come on, try again." She had no idea if he would give her any helpful advice - even though her client would probably enjoy it if she removed her clothes, somehow.

"You wanted my opinion. That's my opinion."

Ayn rolled his eyes, moving his attention elsewhere. If that's what the client wanted, why the fuck did she care what he thought? He wasn't the one paying to have her in his company after all.

"…Great.”

   The sarcasm was evident in her tone,     and Faith shifted uncomfortably as she    glanced at the front door. She had places     to be, right? And a mission she could use    as a valid enough excuse. 

“Funny. You big cry baby.”

   Rolling her eyes, she punched him in the    arm, before quirking a single brow.

"What? We fuck once and you  got me all figured out already?  Doesn’t work that way, tiger.” 

   He continued to chuckle even after punch.    Faith was stronger than she looked like,    that was for sure.

"Figure you out? Is that even possible?"

   Though he had a feeling she woulnd't be    too comfortable if he got all soft and sensitive.    Then again, that went both ways.