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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 22:30:00 GMT -5
"...Emmett?" he joked.
"Okay, we're stopping this little role play." he begged, finally living the straw of his glass alone.
"You're not a whore, I am not a pimp." he clarified.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 22:32:02 GMT -5
"I may not be a whore, but you are definitely a pimp," Caylee giggled. "Please, do you see anyone else with a girl hanging over them? Only you. Because you're just that special. You have a girlfriend that'd do just about anything for you."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 22:33:45 GMT -5
"That doesn't make me a pimp, that makes me a lucky boyfriend." That'd probably been the first time he'd actually called himself her boyfriend. Like anyway. And he was feeling pretty good about the title right now.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 22:39:40 GMT -5
Caylee instantly grinned at the self-named title. "If you're a lucky boyfriend, then I have no idea what to call myself. It'd go way beyond lucky," and with that, she gave him a short, sweet kiss.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 22:42:05 GMT -5
Which instantly made him grin. He even gave a gleeful noise of sorts through his teeth and then shrugged afterwards. Lucky was an understatement for him too...
"You charmer..."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 22:43:54 GMT -5
"It's not charming if you tell the truth," Caylee pointed out, she rested her head back onto his shoulder. "This has definitely been my best birthday ever, and it's not even half way done yet."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 23:00:23 GMT -5
Emmett just grinned and went back to fiddling with his straw.
"Aww..." he escaped, really glad that she was enjoying herself.
"Now I feel pressured to make sure everything gets better though out the day."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 23:08:14 GMT -5
"I don't think you'd have to do anything to make this day better. I'm pretty sure that if we just stayed like this, I couldn't enjoy anything better," she brought a hand up in front of her face, her finger twirling the hem of Emmett's shirt around it.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 23:28:14 GMT -5
"Heh, right. Pressure's still on." he told her, not getting much comfort from her words. He still felt like he'd have to keep the energy up all day to keep it as perfect as she made it seem.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 23:29:30 GMT -5
"Don't be under too much pressure," Caylee made sure to tell him. "Your back would get all knotted up with tension, then I'd have to give you a massage or something."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 23:45:02 GMT -5
Emmett groaned. He was never a fan of massages.
"No thank you... I think you're the one who should be demanding massages."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 23:47:34 GMT -5
"Why would I want a massage? Do you give really good ones?" she raised her eyebrows. She was never one to turn down a good massage.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 23:48:29 GMT -5
"Not at all." he was sure.
"I highly doubt it, I'd have no idea what I'm doing."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Mar 23, 2008 23:50:20 GMT -5
"I'm sure I'd tell you if you were doing okay or not," Caylee assured him. "Maybe that'll be part of my gift when everyone leaves. A nice massage."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Mar 23, 2008 23:52:39 GMT -5
"Heh, fine fine fine. Whatever you want." he nodded, but figured she might forget by then. And even if she didn't it was her birthday and he'd give her a massage if that's what she really wanted.
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