The Russian Tease...

[Morgoth]

OOC: Ok, ok, I am sorry everyone, but I just need someway to get in here. And you still better report to Class tommorrow morning. It'll be fun after the push-ups And how can you guess about me? The mother was not a whore, she was a doctor, in the story as well. The father was a scientist. Dima is CIA, with previous KGB experience. He's been in the CIA for 5 years, starting at 18.

 

[Syd]

OCC:
Morgoth,
I surmised your past because of the dilusional way you were acting... I still can't figure out how you can be a CIA agent since 18 with previous experience in the KGB. Were you a 10 year old KGB agent?? Help us out here....And I don't do push ups on command. This isn't an army boot camp...

Is it me? Syd

 

[Drake]

OOC:

Afraid I have to echo Syd's comments here...

I know none of us here are *really* FBI agents (well, at least I don't think so ) but let's at least try and be credible, shall we? And I'm sure people firing live rounds in a bar "for exercise" is just a little beyond the bounds of probable...as is a CIA agent that's 23 years old with 5 years' CIA experience AND previous KGB time...

Damn, they make em young in Russia these days...

Cheers all!

Drake

 

[Syd]

Demi:

I've gained his attention and he walks towards me. His gait is so familiar; he is so very cautious with every step, yet so comfortable with who he is. As he comes to the booth, I give him a lazy smile. "So...are you going to help me with these?" I scooch over and he sits next to me. "What on earth have you ordered?", he asks. "I used to drink these all the time when I was a trainee...slippery nipples. Like the name?" I slide my hand on his knee and give it a gentle squeeze.

He looks up at me and sees that I am already looking at him. I give him a smile that sparkles, pick up my shot and with a giggle say, "here's to slippery nipples"! I slide my hand up and down his thigh, something I always did when we sat together....

[Edited by Syd on 08-24-2000 at 10:52 PM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Feeling her hand on my thigh brings back memories...."god, it seems like yesterday....we were lovers...when we were together, the world ceased to exist."

With a mischevious grin I chuckle and let my eyes drift over her shirt. "Yours, my lovely, get so hard they look like .45 slugs." I burst out laughing as her eyes dart to the front of her shirt. She is blushing! Lowering my voice I continue, "but, Demi, lover, the slippery parts of you are nectar for the gods."

With my left hand, I raise my glass....

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Okay, let me edit the profile. He is 25 years old, 5 years of CIA and 1 year of KGB(although he learned a lot). And who ever said he was using live rounds?