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thecapitol2015-04-08 01:28 am
fusshionable) wrote in thecapitol2015-04-08 01:28 am
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Because they know what I've been hidin' [closed]
Who| Porrim and Nick
What| having a Talk about the state of things now that they're not legally allowed to bone
Where| One of the blind spots in the city
When| after Cyrus's broadcast
Warnings/Notes| language, discussion of sex
It really does figure, that the minute Porrim manages to find someone who's both good at sex and nice to look at, who gives her just as much shit as she dishes out without being a baby about it, and who goes along with her pseudo-mysterious bullshit without trying to poke holes in her mystique, someone goes and makes the whole thing illegal.
In truth, she's more annoyed than she is worried. The worst that could happen here is that she loses her job, and considering the fact that Stephen Reagan somehow still has his job, she's pretty sure she's okay. But she also recognizes that she should probably be sensible about this, considering her brand-spanking-new alignment with the burgeoning Tribute rebellion. She needs to be careful, or it'll be more than just her tongue on the line. So she sucks it up, and leaves Nick a handwritten note in his suite, telling him to meet her at the Capitol's art museum.
She waits for him on the steps, dressed in black pants and a soft black sweater, hair in a ponytail, round, black glasses over her eyes. Her heart is heavy; she hates to have to do this when things are just getting good. But it has to be this way.
What| having a Talk about the state of things now that they're not legally allowed to bone
Where| One of the blind spots in the city
When| after Cyrus's broadcast
Warnings/Notes| language, discussion of sex
It really does figure, that the minute Porrim manages to find someone who's both good at sex and nice to look at, who gives her just as much shit as she dishes out without being a baby about it, and who goes along with her pseudo-mysterious bullshit without trying to poke holes in her mystique, someone goes and makes the whole thing illegal.
In truth, she's more annoyed than she is worried. The worst that could happen here is that she loses her job, and considering the fact that Stephen Reagan somehow still has his job, she's pretty sure she's okay. But she also recognizes that she should probably be sensible about this, considering her brand-spanking-new alignment with the burgeoning Tribute rebellion. She needs to be careful, or it'll be more than just her tongue on the line. So she sucks it up, and leaves Nick a handwritten note in his suite, telling him to meet her at the Capitol's art museum.
She waits for him on the steps, dressed in black pants and a soft black sweater, hair in a ponytail, round, black glasses over her eyes. Her heart is heavy; she hates to have to do this when things are just getting good. But it has to be this way.