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Post by Viktor Ivanov on Jan 7, 2008 21:40:48 GMT -5
Vik was wearing a pair fof spy glasses, a white graphic T, and a pair of jeans. On his shoulder, he had on a blue cooler bag. Inside he had 3 steaks, along with a some rub he had. He knew the Neilson's had a grill, and even though it was cold, he could stand grilling. He then knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.
While he was waiting, he looked down in anticipation. He hadn't seen Rinna in a while, and they needed to talk. He double checked his car was locked, and made sure his pistol was on safety. His Golden Eagle had become his buddy, and he always kept it on him nowadays. He wondered how Rinna would take it. He decided to to tell her.
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 7, 2008 21:56:52 GMT -5
Marinna slowly waddled down the stairs in her overalls and a pink t-shirt. She headed towards the door and reached for the knob, opening it to find Viktor. "Uh, hey," she said with an uneasy smile, "What are you doing here?" She wasn't expecting him to show up. She had left him a message on his phone, but thought he would at least warn her before he came over.
"What are you doing here? " she asked as she checked out the bag he had over his shoulder. Dinner? She thought to herself. "Oh," she said suddenly snapping back to reality, "Come on in. My mom isn't home right now, she might not be tonight. She had to work late at the office, like always."
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Post by Viktor Ivanov on Jan 7, 2008 22:01:21 GMT -5
"Sprry, spur of moment idea," he said with a laugh. He usually had those. He then pointed to his bag. "Hungry much," he asked, hoping for a yes. Otherwise, the steaks would just go to waste. He was now looking at her. She still, no matter what, looke dlike a slice of heaven. He smiled.
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