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Post by Brandon Finn on Aug 22, 2015 23:24:37 GMT
He smirked at her, appreciating her offer to be a stand in on his nights out, but the truth was that he just didn't really feel like going out much anymore. In some way, he had learned his lesson about the sort of people that continued to live the kind of nightlife that he had slowly been moving past. He had just needed to see if for himself.
Amber thanked him for standing up for her and he pulled her closer to him. "I think I would rather head back to the Penthouse if you're up for it."
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Post by Amber Jacobs on Aug 22, 2015 23:32:23 GMT
Amber smiled coyly up at him before nodding her head. "Whatever you want, Brandon. Though I will warn you, watching you threaten to get into a fight for me? We might not even make it the whole ride back before I have to thank you," she smirked, reaching for his hand and lacing her fingers with his. "You know, like old times," she teased as she stepped away and let him lead her out of the crowded bar. She had no idea where Eliot Quinn had skulked off to, and part of her thought that it might not be the very last encounter she'd ever have with the unpleasant man, but she could only hope. Regardless, she had other things on her mind now.
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