10-29-2014, 11:23 AM
Enrique woke up holding Mercedes in his arms. They were both still naked and she felt warm against him. She stirred as he woke and turned to smile at him. Neither one of them had wanted a relationship - they had both said so last night, but that smile made Enrique reconsider.
"I can't stay long. I have a job too you know,"
she said with a grin. "But I should probably shower."
Enrique told her where it was and enjoyed the show as she walked out. He got out of bed and got dressed. Surprisingly not feeling sore at all. He stretched and went to make some coffee. Mercedes soon came out, wearing her dress again - it was all she had. Enrique handed her a cup of coffee. She took it gratefully and they spoke for a little bit, getting to know each other a little differently than they had last night.
When she had to leave, Enrique escorted her out. He smiled at the sight of his bar. It looked exactly the same as when he purchased it. His crew was good at what they did.
He went down to the basement around lunch to see if Jacinda wanted anything, but found her gone. She must have been out and about. It didn't worry Enrique. She could take care of herself, so he went back upstairs and checked his revolvers, making sure they were in good order. He knew they would be; he was meticulous about such things. It was a good habit to have however, and a bad one to lose.
They were fine, so he loaded them and put them in his holsters. He showered and changed into his hunting apparel - Jeans, a tight fitting shirt, steel toed work boots, and some body armor. He didn't put the armor on yet. He would do that when they were getting closer to leaving. It would be the same with his coat. He decided not to bring his sword, but get his throwing knives out as well as a hunting knife.
About ten minutes before the time they had decided, Enrique headed down to the basement. Say what you want about him, but Enrique was a punctual man. Jacinda was sitting on the couch. Enrique approached, set his equipment on the table with care, and took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Good afternoon."
he said warmly.
"I can't stay long. I have a job too you know,"
she said with a grin. "But I should probably shower."
Enrique told her where it was and enjoyed the show as she walked out. He got out of bed and got dressed. Surprisingly not feeling sore at all. He stretched and went to make some coffee. Mercedes soon came out, wearing her dress again - it was all she had. Enrique handed her a cup of coffee. She took it gratefully and they spoke for a little bit, getting to know each other a little differently than they had last night.
When she had to leave, Enrique escorted her out. He smiled at the sight of his bar. It looked exactly the same as when he purchased it. His crew was good at what they did.
He went down to the basement around lunch to see if Jacinda wanted anything, but found her gone. She must have been out and about. It didn't worry Enrique. She could take care of herself, so he went back upstairs and checked his revolvers, making sure they were in good order. He knew they would be; he was meticulous about such things. It was a good habit to have however, and a bad one to lose.
They were fine, so he loaded them and put them in his holsters. He showered and changed into his hunting apparel - Jeans, a tight fitting shirt, steel toed work boots, and some body armor. He didn't put the armor on yet. He would do that when they were getting closer to leaving. It would be the same with his coat. He decided not to bring his sword, but get his throwing knives out as well as a hunting knife.
About ten minutes before the time they had decided, Enrique headed down to the basement. Say what you want about him, but Enrique was a punctual man. Jacinda was sitting on the couch. Enrique approached, set his equipment on the table with care, and took a seat on the other side of the couch.
"Good afternoon."
he said warmly.