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OOC: For now, at least, this RP is for MackDaddy and myself. It's a lil' something to help me get back into the game of things (pun intended
). If things go well here, I may pull High Rollers back up or rewrite it. 
Caryn: 5' 6" (5' 11" in her "fancy" heels when she dresses up), average body frame with muscle definition, modest 36B chest with large & sensitive nipples, long & wavy strawberry blonde hair, cat shaped emerald eyes.
IC:
David had been sitting at a small corner table of the Surf Snack Bar & Pizzeria inside Atlantic City's own Showboat Casino/Hotel for almost three hours now. He had nursed all but two Midori sours in this time. Normally it was his favorite drink, but tonight he couldn't seem to keep his mind on much of anything.
His attention was adverted, and his eyes seemed to follow one person as she made her way thoughout the bar. She was wearing a cute little cocktail waitress outfit, complete with the ruffly top that fell off her shoulders. She looked radiant as she smiled and conversed with the customers.
Caryn, her name was. He found that out the last time he had ordered a drink. She had stopped to talk to him momentairly. She had just barely turned 22, and was working part time as a waitress to help her through school. That was all he knew of her so far, but he wanted to learn more.
Her long, soft strawberry blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders. Her sparkling green eyes shone with a child's innocence, and he smile seemed pure, genuine. David so desperately wanted to talk to her again, but he didn't know how. He didn't know what to say to her.
Finally, he ordered another drink. When she brought it over to him, he asked if she had a moment to talk. Sitting down next to him, she said, "Sure, what would you like to talk about?"
Caryn: 5' 6" (5' 11" in her "fancy" heels when she dresses up), average body frame with muscle definition, modest 36B chest with large & sensitive nipples, long & wavy strawberry blonde hair, cat shaped emerald eyes.
IC:
David had been sitting at a small corner table of the Surf Snack Bar & Pizzeria inside Atlantic City's own Showboat Casino/Hotel for almost three hours now. He had nursed all but two Midori sours in this time. Normally it was his favorite drink, but tonight he couldn't seem to keep his mind on much of anything.
His attention was adverted, and his eyes seemed to follow one person as she made her way thoughout the bar. She was wearing a cute little cocktail waitress outfit, complete with the ruffly top that fell off her shoulders. She looked radiant as she smiled and conversed with the customers.
Caryn, her name was. He found that out the last time he had ordered a drink. She had stopped to talk to him momentairly. She had just barely turned 22, and was working part time as a waitress to help her through school. That was all he knew of her so far, but he wanted to learn more.
Her long, soft strawberry blonde hair fell over her bare shoulders. Her sparkling green eyes shone with a child's innocence, and he smile seemed pure, genuine. David so desperately wanted to talk to her again, but he didn't know how. He didn't know what to say to her.
Finally, he ordered another drink. When she brought it over to him, he asked if she had a moment to talk. Sitting down next to him, she said, "Sure, what would you like to talk about?"