Dorothy Slater's Story

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Jacob Hiawatha Passmore

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Speach code: TEAL | Thought code: GREY | NPC text: VIOLET
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Jake groaned as he watched Dottie approach them, he didn't like her much not that he really knew her to be perfectly frank. She was cute he'd grudgingly admit, but her whole holier-than-thou thing really got on his nerves.

"Sorry Princess, but you've wandered into the wrong hotel, cheap, gaudy, and overpriced is just down the street."

Zoomed Jake thought to himself as he smirked at his little insult, thinking it was a pretty good jab.

Looking back at Paisley, he whispered to her "Be right back, look after Princess, for a minute we don't want her wondering too far around." Jake said and shut the door silently.

He turned around to the woman who now pulling on her jeans, as she looked over her shoulder towards him.

"Figure I need to leave..." she said.

"Yea, umm... probably best." He couldn't believe this was happening, last night was a complete blur what the hell did he do anyway? The last thing he remembers was going to Mollie's downtown for a drink. Mollie's should really check ID more... he thought, as he watched this girl who he wanted to call Ariel finished getting dressed. She looked at him and giggled, it was then that he remembered. . . jeans he didn't change his clothes just stood there like a big dob. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the floor, and pulled them on, as again Ariel? looked at him shaking her head.

"I'll just take my payment, and be on my way." she said with a sassy smirk. "Should be about four hundred right? that's what you said last night."

payment? Four Hundred dollars Jake's jaw dropped as his body froze for what seemed like days, (but what was really only a few seconds.) Was she... did he really just bring a whore into the B&B without even realizing it? or worse had he known last night? In a panic, he grabbed his pants from the floor and sighed. "Four Hundred Dollars?"

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OOC: Sorry about that guys, had to think how I was gonna write that. then the text got confusing so took a little longer to code.

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Jacob Hiawatha Passmore

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Speach code: TEAL | Thought code: GREY | NPC text: VIOLET
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"Four Hundred . . ." Jake respoke, still shocked by the amount that was coming out of his mouth. How could he have blacked out, last night and spent that much money? Sure he did have four hundred stashed away somewhere, but it was exactly four hundred, and it was all that was left of his student job over the school year. It was supposed to last him the whole summer, as his father never really paid him for any work done in the B&B. "A Family that works together is a family that stays together." his dad had taken a liking to saying a lot recently. Although that wasn't the correct phrase, and to Jake not even really accurate, however looking at families around here sure made the statement ring true.

"Four Hundred Dollars?" he restated once more, that seemed like a lot for a romp in the bed. At least in this sleepy little town. Back in the City, things were more expensive sure with supply and demand and all, but four hundred? Was she ripping him off or something?

"That's what you said, Fifty bucks an hour." the girl whom he remembered wasn't Ariel, maybe Mea? or Blanche? said to him.

"I said, Fifty an hour?" Jake stated to think that she wasn't telling him everything because he knew some girl back at school who stripped on the weekends (in stripping through college way) and fifty bucks an hour isn't right, it would be a flat fee for an all-night romp, not an hourly thing.

Mea/Blanche looked at him and sensed his confusion she walked passed him and grabbed his notebook of the ground, pushing it to him. "50 an hour" He opened that book and flipped through the pages, it was his sketchbook.

In the book, he saw about fifty sketches of this girl in different poses some nudes some clothed. Quite a few in Malone's down the street. He didn't pick up a whore in the night, but a model. Oh! he said laughing a bit. he set the sketchbook down on the bed, then pulled his wallet from the nightstand. A model was another thing, and fifty bucks an hour to stand still to be still for more than fifteen minutes was very fair. He properly didn't think she'd be here eight hours. He laughed, looking at his wallet then frowned. He truly only thought he'd need a hundred last night, as he looked at the one shy Franklin sitting next to twin Lincolns.

He closed his wallet and smiled, "Of course I'm willing to give you the full amount we promised but I doubt we were working a full eight hours last night. he smiled placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you trying to cheat me out of two hundred bucks." she gasped slapping him across the face as he reached for her.

Jake stumbled a little and shook his head. Ouch, what the hell he thought and he thought he stepped back with his hands up. "I'm sorry, I only mean. . ." before he could finish she was already heading for the door, yelling something on the lines of "Inconsiderate ass hole! and "I'm gonna call the authorities we had an arrangement." she said as her hand twisted the doorknob opening the door, Jake ran up and slammed the door quickly. "No!" he said, thinking his mom and dad would already have heard the racket wherever they are. "I'm so fucked!

Blanche/Mea's eyes boiled at this, slapping him again she shook her head. "you can't hold me here" and opened the door once more running out, with Jake rubbing his face trailing behind her. She stopped in front of the girls in the hallway, and cried "Let me through he's trying to kidnap me!" her eyes bolling up, clearing she wasn't just a model but a superb actor.

"Wait it's not..." Jake started trying to cetch up to them.