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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 0:48:08 GMT -8
It had been a good day. Sedona had spent a vast majority of it with friends, old and new, and that night found her curled up on the couch in her new loft apartment watching the season premiere of FEAR: The Walking Dead, . When it finished, she planned on going to bed, but on her way, she picked up her cell phone and remembered she now had TC's phone number. As late as it was, she didn't think it was too late to shoot the man a text message so that's exactly what she did while sitting on the edge of her bed.
Hey there, cowboy. It's Sedona Raines. Not sure if you remember me -- Alex said you're the man to talk to now regarding the pack and he gave me your number. Just wanted to let you know I'm back in the city (living at the Bagley Lofts) and sticking around. Not sure how you run this rodeo, but feel free to use this number any time.
With that, she hit send and set her phone down on the nightstand before sliding beneath the sheets and comforter and turning off the light.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Apr 11, 2016 9:50:32 GMT -8
When TC got the message, he chuckled. Wandering into the kitchen, he started a pot of coffee and then leaned against the counter, waiting for it to brew while he fired off a response.
Hey there Red! Glad to hear from you and glad you're back. We're pretty laid back. If you're up for it, we usually kick it up here at my place on the moon. Address is 15 Blewett Ridge Dr Peshastin, Washington 98847. Swing by any time.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2016 11:00:26 GMT -8
Sedona wouldn't get that text until nearly eleven the next morning.
Not only did she oversleep, but she had someone coming over -- her first "student", so checking her cell phone wasn't a priority, not when there were more important things to do, like grab a shower and get some food and coffee in her. Thank God for the leftovers Alex and Adrienne sent her home with! They came in handy as she threw on some clothes -- nothing major, just some old jeans and a Metallica tee shirt was all that was required to make her look presentable in this case as she was teaching out of her home (the acoustics were incredible), but before long, she was going to wish she had a pair of ear plugs to go with it.
Christ! The kid was terrible. All of thirteen years old, he was looking to impress some girl by being in a band, but he had a long way to go before he was wooing anyone with music. Not his own, at least. With her back to him, the redhead paced the polished concrete floors of the loft, bare feet padding slowly across the cool, smooth surface, but even so, she nearly missed a step every time he hit a sour note, which meant she nearly faceplanted plenty. It had the fine hairs on the nape of her neck bristling, as if nails were being dragged down a chalkboard, and it was then that Sedona realized she wasn't being paid nearly enough. Not to suffer like this. To ease the pain just a little, she picked up her phone and that's when she noticed TC had replied.
Red. She hadn't heard that in awhile. Made her smile.
Now how do you know I didn't go and dye my hair blonde, black or purple? She snickered and smirked some while responding, knowing full well what a smartass she could be, but those that knew her well were aware that was just a part of her charm. Besides, she had a point -- he hadn't seen her in a long time. She could have changed, but she didn't. Nor would she ever, hence why she found it necessary to bust his balls just a little bit. As a reminder.
As for his address...it was duly noted, and so was the invitation. It was one she'd be taking him up on sooner rather than later since the next full moon was only eleven days away, but she didn't say so outright. Instead, if it was in the man to do so, she let him wonder.
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Post by TC Beckwith on Apr 12, 2016 0:39:19 GMT -8
Smirking when he got the text, or rather when he realized he got the text, he fired off a response: Doesn't matter what color your hair is, you'll always be Red.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 18:38:21 GMT -8
"Good answer, Cowboy. Good answer." That's what she said to herself with a grin when the text came in.
Sedona was headed into Stix, her pace a lazy saunter in those thigh-high stilettos -- the redhead decided to show a little leg this evening despite the occasional bouts of rain that had returned to the city. While she considered responding with something witty, or maybe even saying 'thanks', none of that was going to cut it. Instead, she paused in the middle of the parking lot, looking up, briefly, at the night sky to make sure she wouldn't get pissed on by the gods before typing out another message. She made this one short and sweet:
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