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June 23
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i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Colin Roche
A Little Charity Work [M]
POSTED ON Apr 29, 2024 22:02:39 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","colintest"] [attr="class","post"] "I agree, he is certainly known for his generosity," Roche agreed as the chairman commented on the notion that the tab had been taken care of entirely. If he'd known that Artega was footing the bill, he'd have gone for the higher-end bottles out of spite. He wore an easy smile as he bid his farewells to the rest of the board, and he idly reflected that it would be exactly the same smile he'd sport if there were a headline stating that Artega had, oh, met a tragic demise mountain-climbing, or falling down a manhole. [break][break] A man had to keep busy somehow. [break][break] Still, he was free, and as he exited the building into the crisp night air of Rustboro City, he tugged his coat about himself a little more tightly, the fur lining soft against his neck. He could not wait to get to his hotel - after the evening he'd had, it would be all he could do to get the door shut and fall into bed. Perhaps he'd even avoid setting his alarm; he deserved a bit of a lie-in. [break][break] As the limousines rounded the corner, he took a step back from the curb, idly slipping his hands into his pockets - he wasn't about to get splashed, but there was no mistaking anyone else on the block for the clientele of a limo service. As they drew near, he moved forward, only to be arrested by a hand at the back of his neck. [break][break] Stilling, he canted his head to one side, meeting Artega's insufferable gaze. "It was a beautiful evening, yes, but something appears to be in my way. Would you care to rectify that?" he inquired sweetly. When the other man tightened his grip, his eyes widened, and he tensed, ready to lay into Artega with any force he could muster for daring to- [break][break] His train of thought shifted immediately as he caught sight of the younger men moving toward them, and, cursing Artega, the delinquents, and God for placing him in this situation, he exhaled a breath before once again sliding on the jovial mask he'd become so used to. "Goodness, feeling generous and thoughtful in one evening? Careful you don't hurt yourself, Artega. It would be my pleasure." The walk, or the hurting? Either, he supposed. [break][break] Briskly tugging at the lapels of his jacket, he began his walk, throwing an illuminated and utterly false smile to his erstwhile companion. He had no intention of being accosted by the roughs, but this - although a way out - was scarcely better. Wincing at the throbbing soreness at the sides of his neck, he pondered returning the favor once they were out of harm's way. [break][break] Well, once he was out of harm's way. [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=.colintest]--accent:#21a698;[/newclass] [newclass=.colintest]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.3px;line-height:17px;[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest a"]font:12px Roboto;color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest h1"]font:18px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest h2"]font:16px Poppins;color:var(--accent);font-weight:bold;letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .post b"]font-size:12px;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .ooc b"]font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .pkmn div"]background-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .pkmn img"]margin:5px -7px -10px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .credit"]width:125px;background-color:#1c1c1c;font-size:10px;margin-top:7px;padding:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".colintest .credit a"]font-size:10px;font-weight:800;[/newclass]
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