Jamie
Woah there tiger!! I thought as I clocked the plumy accent. I barely contained the
giggle that was desperate to escape my lips, she really was too much. I jumped down
from the bench, landing square in front of her and looking up with a flash of defiance
in my eyes, "got that right," I told her tilting my head to take a good look at her
companion. Man, what was I getting myself into here? I'd gotten into this deal because
it had sounded intriguing, not to mention I coulda used a coupla bucks lining my
pockets, but looking at this pair I was starting to wonder if there was any fun to be
had at all...I mean dood, they were way past party age! And judging by the way the
woman was talking I doubted she'd ever seen the inside of a club...at least one not
without a golf theme. "So what gives?" I asked, brushing my hair out of my eyes, and
resting my hand on my hips.
--Darien--
Darien stopped then took a glance around the place. Oh no way was this girl Jamie
Daniels. She didnt even look like she was old enough to drink. OH well age didnt
matter the only thing that mattered was how good she was at what she did and from what
he heard... "And what exactly do you mean by 'what gives'? You look a little surprised
about something."
