The Fourth Sin, Tuesday Night [OPEN]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

The first thing Jarod noticed upon getting to work was the tape outline in the middle of the lobby. It was one person, in a position he hadn't thought could be taped. Then he spotted the tub of water next to the outline, with a few ice cubes still floating in it.

What on earth did the girls get up to while he was away? Maybe he didn't want to know.

Once he had dumped out the now-lukewarm water, he got down on his hands and knees with a paint scraper, peeling up the tape and hoping he wouldn't have to refinish the hardwood.

ETA: After Lana left, Jarod roamed around for a while, poking into boxes and closets and cupboards and bathrooms and realized where he was, and what he must be pretending to be. "These clothes will never attract the right clientele," he said, glancing down at his jeans and shirt.

After a quick rummage through some of the male clothes that had been stolen, leftover, or that he'd forgotten when he moved out belonged to other employees, Jarod was now dressed in a pair of soft, worn, button-fly jeans that were just a bit tight and sat low on his hips and a white wife-beatersleeveless undershirt and bare feet and he was lounging on one of the couches.


[ooc: Um, Jarod now thinks he's one of the Sin's *real* employees. Please be kind? Now, with proper coding!]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Isobel's host had a great many memories of Jarod. She also knew that he had turned down her advances on at least one occasion and though her host had been grateful for that, Isobel had a great desire to know just what this man was like.

So, she had come to the Sin to see what she could see. And so far, what she could see, a gorgeous man down on his hands and knees, was very fine. Very fine indeed.

"Why hello, Jarod. Don't get up on my account," Isobel drawled.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod glanced up over his shoulder and smiled at Lana. "I haven't seen you in a while." He didn't get up, but he did turn to face her, sitting on the floor. "How have you been?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Better now that I've seen you," Isobel said with a seductive smile.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"How's Jim?" Jarod asked, balancing the putty knife on his knee.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"He was wonderful when I left him this morning," Isobel said and walked over to Jarod to run her fingers through his hair.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod froze in place like he was a teal deer at a presidential nominating convention. "Lana? What are you doing?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

"Playing with your hair?" she said innocently.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

He raised a hand to hold her off. "Why?"

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

She pouted a little, but stopped touching him. Instead, she carefully eased herself down on the floor next to him. "I don't know," she said, pretending to admit something. "I... maybe I just felt like I needed to be with someone who understood me, who didn't expect anything of me. All the times we've talked..."

She let her voice trail off. "I guess I just naturally found myself here. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." She folded her hands in her lap and looked down.

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's still in a bored ANTM-isn't-on-till-tomorrow mood, which is why she heads to the Sin to visit Jarod. "Is the ninja here to bug?" she asks when she comes in.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod grinned when he saw Jaye walk through the door. Finally, a customer. "No, I don't believe she is right this second, though she may show up later. Is there something I can do for you instead?" He got to his feet gracefully and stalked over to her.

[fates_jaye]

"Entertain me," she says. Which is probably just the worst possible thing to say, but...

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod ran a hand down Jaye's arm, practically purring. "Do you have any preferences?"

[fates_jaye]

A little forward, but that's not bad. "Are you flirting with me?" she asks, totally innocently.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I must not be doing it right if you can't tell," he teased.

[fates_jaye]

"I'm being cute, you dork," she tells him, smiling a little.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you certainly are," Jarod wasn't sure how aggressive to be here, since he didn't remember his Pretend objective but he also didn't want to scare her off.

[deadly_little]

Miho wandered through the Sin, bored and looking for something to cut do.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod smiled at Miho, not realizing he was taking his life into his hands by doing so, or that he spoke fluent Japanese. "Hello. Can I help you?"

[deadly_little]

Miho tilted her head at him. "//Are you feeling all right?//"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, I don't speak any language but English," he said apologetically.

[deadly_little]

"//Jarod, my birthday was Sunday; there's no call for this now.//"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod shrugged, looking confused.

[deadly_little]

Miho rolled her eyes. "//And why are you dressed like that, anyway?//" Not that she was complaining, it just didn't seem like his usual attire.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Still with the not understanding, unfortunately. "I'm really very sorry, miss, but I don't know what you're saying."