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[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[Takes a drink.] To your health.

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[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip's just content to have alcohol. This woman is a virtual stranger to him, but the drink in his hand helps bolster his insecurities enough to make some semblance of cocktail chatter with her.]

And to yours as well.

[He has some of his own beverage.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[That's more than enough to warm her to him, and she turns her head with an answering smile, her arm extended to clink her bottle of cheap vodka to his glass.]

Well thanks, doll. Here's hoping my liver doesn't decide to pack it in before this bottle's done, right?

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

Yes. That would be...unfortunate.

[Brandon probably wouldn't approve of Phillip imbibing so much liquor with a strange woman, but Brandon isn't here and Phillip doesn't care what he'd think at the moment. It isn't as if Brandon has any right to tell him what to do.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

A five-ninety-nine tragedy, right there.

[She tosses her hair back and laughs before lighting a cigarette one-handed, fingers fumbling at her lighter.]

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip watches the other woman and silent nurses his drink. He isn't big on socializing, although he finds her behavior fascinating (or maybe it's the alcohol talking?)]

Are you always so lively?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

You think this is lively, wait 'til I start dancing.

{A slow grin forms through the smoke. He's really seen nothing yet.]

What's your nane, doll?

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

...

[Phillip is quiet a moment, then responds with a gulp of his drink.]

Phillip. Phillip Morgan.

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Well hey there, Phillip, Phillip Morgan, I'm Cherry.

[She extends a hand with all the dignity a teenager clutching a bottle of straight vodka can muster.]

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip tentatively shakes it. She looks young, he realizes, but probably not as young as he thinks. Certainly not as young as he thinks...]

Nice to meet you.

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[She knows that look. It's the look of an older man trying to calculate her age, and she grins right back at it, giving nothing away.]

I'm sure it is, doll.

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

What is it you do, Miss Cherry?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[She takes another long gulp of her vodka before answering.]

I take my clothes off for money. With a name like Cherry, there's only so many acceptable professions, right?

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip nearly chokes on his drink at the admission. While he didn't think she was on his level by any stretch of the imagination, that admission that she was a stripper leaves him speechless. He just stares at her, jaw agape.]

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip's just content to have alcohol. This woman is a virtual stranger to him, but the drink in his hand helps bolster his insecurities enough to make some semblance of cocktail chatter with her.]

And to yours as well.

[He has some of his own beverage.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[That's more than enough to warm her to him, and she turns her head with an answering smile, her arm extended to clink her bottle of cheap vodka to his glass.]

Well thanks, doll. Here's hoping my liver doesn't decide to pack it in before this bottle's done, right?

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

Yes. That would be...unfortunate.

[Brandon probably wouldn't approve of Phillip imbibing so much liquor with a strange woman, but Brandon isn't here and Phillip doesn't care what he'd think at the moment. It isn't as if Brandon has any right to tell him what to do.]

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

A five-ninety-nine tragedy, right there.

[She tosses her hair back and laughs before lighting a cigarette one-handed, fingers fumbling at her lighter.]

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip watches the other woman and silent nurses his drink. He isn't big on socializing, although he finds her behavior fascinating (or maybe it's the alcohol talking?)]

Are you always so lively?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

You think this is lively, wait 'til I start dancing.

{A slow grin forms through the smoke. He's really seen nothing yet.]

What's your nane, doll?

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

...

[Phillip is quiet a moment, then responds with a gulp of his drink.]

Phillip. Phillip Morgan.

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

Well hey there, Phillip, Phillip Morgan, I'm Cherry.

[She extends a hand with all the dignity a teenager clutching a bottle of straight vodka can muster.]

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

[Phillip tentatively shakes it. She looks young, he realizes, but probably not as young as he thinks. Certainly not as young as he thinks...]

Nice to meet you.

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[She knows that look. It's the look of an older man trying to calculate her age, and she grins right back at it, giving nothing away.]

I'm sure it is, doll.

[guilty-pianist.livejournal.com]

What is it you do, Miss Cherry?

[jailbaitery.livejournal.com]

[She takes another long gulp of her vodka before answering.]

I take my clothes off for money. With a name like Cherry, there's only so many acceptable professions, right?