The Fourth Sin - Saturday Night

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Becky lounged behind the desk at the Sin, filing her nails and smoking a cigarette.

Occasionally, she would idly pick up her Zippo and flip it open and shut a few times, and smile as though remembering something.

[ooc: Everything with Miho, Becky and the body is NFB. However, Parker/Jarod and GOB are both okay.]

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Gob entered the Sin cautiously. Aside from that swan still being around, he hadn't had any more problems since Becky walked off with OMG. Seeing her at the desk, he walked over carefully.

"Is it safe?" he asked, looking around.

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Becky rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's safe. He's not here, and he's not coming back."

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"Oh thank God. And you, Becky." Gob pulled a rose out of thin air. ("Next time," he thought to himself, "remember to get all the thorns off. Ow.) "Thank you."

"So, what happened with him?"

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"Oh, thank you," Becky smiled, taking the rose. "Not a big deal. Kind of fun. Let's just say he's learned not to trust pretty girls who have weapons and tell him that fire and cuffs are kinky."

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Gob made a mental note of that himself. "Still, I appreciate it. I don't think most madames would do that kind of thing for their customers."

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"Eh. I was bored. And like I said, it was fun. Been awhile since I did something like that," Becky shrugged. "Not a big deal. Really."

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Gob looked at the lighter. If she said it was no big deal, then it was no big deal. "I just wanted to leave that for you. I actually have to get back home and work on some of my tricks," Gob said happily. He wasn't waiting for Becky to ask why he would have to work on his tricks. Really.

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"Why do you have to work on your tricks, honey?" Becky asked lazily.

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Jarod held the door to the Sin open for Parker. "Evening, Becky. You remember Parker, right?"

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Parker strode in, flipping her sunglasses off, then nodding to Becky. "Hello again, Becky. Did all the contractors leave? I hope they weren't *too* much bother." She bounced on her toes, then shot Jarod a grin.

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"They were fine," Becky said, waving. "How are you?" She shot Jarod a sly look, arching a brow and smiling.

[deadly_little]

Except for the one Miho skewered for banging on her wall at eight o'clock in the morning, they were no trouble at all.

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"Quite well, thank you." Parker grinned. "If you're ready to see it...."

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Jarod was completely oblivious to both Becky's look and Miho's early morning skewering. He took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. "As ready as I'll ever be."

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Parker opened the door to his room. "Ta da."



"This is all your stuff. I just had them re-organize it," Parker said. "I did *not* spend more money than you said I could."

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Jarod took a slow circle around the room, touching the walls and running his hands along the furniture. "Nice work, Parker."

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"You like?" She grinned. "Check out the study. I told them not to touch anything, just put it on the shelves...."



The bedroom area is completed too.

[deadly_little]

Miho needs Becky to leave the desk for a short time and come upstairs with her, please.

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Becky sighs and goes upstairs. "What?"

[deadly_little]

Miho opens one of the supply closets. Inside are sex toys, handcuffs, assorted massage oils, and a dead body.

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"Oh shit," Becky sighed. "Miho, what did this one do?"

[deadly_little]

The bastard was banging on the walls at an ungodly hour. Hadn't Becky heard it?

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Becky noticed the man's attire, and sighed again. "Contractor. Right. Okay. What are we doing with him?"

[deadly_little]

Miho grabs a tarp from one of the upper shelves and starts wrapping the body up for transport. After several seconds, she finally says, "We are going to 'drown' him. Yes?"

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"Drown him. Okay," Becky replies, arching a brow. She begins to help wrapping him. "How exactly are we getting him out to the ocean without anyone noticing, though. Do we have a car?"