Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss

[affections]

Date & Time: various.
Location: various.
Characters: Jules & whatever poor soul she inflicts herself on. Lisbeth, Stanley, Pepper, Vanadi & Jim, more to be added through the next couple of weeks.
Summary: EVERYTHING and just trying to avoid spamming the log comm tbh
Warnings: Jules. Morning after glow, possible discussion of people eating and death. (Not... in the same thread. I hope...)
Note: Prose or action are totally cool with me, answer with whatever you prefer noble threaders. Thread starters will be added in the comments.

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[affections]

( But isn't that the fun of life, Saul? Being impul-- no let's just quietly distract her with something )

That sounds incredibly taxing.

( Such a sigh, as she slides his coffee over to him. ) You'll have to make time in your schedule to come and visit us again, so I can make sure you do try tea.

( A moment, so can smooth her sheet, and she grabs her own coffee. ) Oh, I love Mr. Stark and Miss Potts. They're two of my favourites.

( Jules, again, ambiguity of tone is not ideal... )

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I think I can manage that.

[Saul always has time for pretty women who give him coffee. He takes the cup, sips, smiles.]

Ditto.

[Especially Pepper.



NO REALLY WHY IS HE HERE]

And what do you do? To fill the time, I mean.

[affections]

You see, I knew I could rely on you to have impeccable taste.

( For both saying he will come back, and that he likes Tony and Pepper.

Oh. She grins, shrugging a little. Lightly: ) A number of variations on nakedness and drinking, mostly.

[5055034455]

You sound like my kinda gal.

[But what he's wondering now if that means she works at the brothel or not, because he'd certainly remember seeing her before...]

Would that explain the sheet-toga, then?