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[shifting]

Hey - [Sam looks very busy! He's in his office at Merlotte's, gathering up files, folders...] - wanted to let everybody know to come down to Merlotte's tonight, we've got a few stand-up comics hired for the night show and some drink specials. I won't be there though, I've got to meet with some people about gettin' a loan, but I've got someone I used to work with at Club 24 coverin' for me tonight. She's real sweet, so I want ya'll to make her feel welcome, okay? - And don't think this means you can act up in the club; I'll still be back to kick ya'll in the ass tomorrow if you do.

[he grabs his keys, waves at the NV and sets it face-down on his desk. There's a muffled conversation, and soon after a woman picks the NV up and smirks]

...Hey there. I'm Sandra - I'll be watchin' the bar for Sam tonight. Hope to see you all in.



((APRIL FOOLS - with a little help from the devil, Sam's in touch with his feminine side tonight and plans to troll you all. You can respond to this like a post or start an action thread in the club!))

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[shifting]

...Maybe there oughta be more.

[veiled and hooded, but - it's an offer, and she hopes Edgeworth will pick up on it. She's okay with this. She's okay with him. Even when she doesn't have breasts to squeeze.

He takes her nipple into his mouth, warm and wet on her nipple, and she remembers a field of cherry blossoms. Her arms squeeze him desperately close, pulling off his jacket and laying her face on his hair, smelling his shampoo and herbal tea and dusty books and male arousal. Edgeworth. Her Edgeworth. She smiles.] I've missed this.

[ergomaniac]

[He takes a deep breath as he sucks, trying to work up courage. I've missed this. Not - I regretted that, or That was a mistake. Not silence on the matter. An open acknowledgment, and joy -

He kneels and slowly kisses his way down her stomach. His hands start to work down the hems of her pants, and he goes lower and lower. When he hits her hip, he lifts his head, and says, in a thick voice:]

So...have I.

[shifting]

Guess that makes us pretty foolish, huh? [her voice as dry and full of anticipation as his. She's watching him so closely now, her legs slowly spreading for him. She's about to tell him to rip these damn jeans off her, or she's gonna rip his off. Either way - one of them needs to be more naked. Now.]

[ergomaniac]

[His heart is pounding. It's lust, yes, but also terror, and also...

Joy.]

The...greatest of idiots. Yes.

[He swallows hard, then hooks his fingers over the waistline of her jeans and slides them down. He concentrates hard on the work of stripping her, lest he forget himself and begin laughing with happiness.]

[shifting]

Miles... [a named mixed with a soft gasp, watching his always careful, always prudent hands slipping her free of her clothing. This is it, this is real, this is happening. There's no going back. There's nothing they can blame this on.]

You're all right with this. Just - remind me that you're all right. And I'm yours. I couldn't handle... [regret.]

[ergomaniac]

I'm all right.

[He swallows hard and then strokes her knee gently. Slowly, he lowers his head to rest against her inner thigh, and he speaks very quietly against her.]

And you're...mine.

[shifting]

For as long as you'll have me. [arching over him, finding purchase on his shoulders and with cool fingers against the back of his neck, breathing above his hair. She wants this so bad that she's shaking. Funny, to think this had all started as a prank. That thought's a million miles away now]