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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Olivia waited until she'd let them both into her apartment before responding to his rather cheeky questions. She didn't know what else she expected really. "I'm partially a saint with a soft spot for drunk idiots who whip out guns in a pub," The female snickered softly as she made her way into the small kitchen just beside the door to the right. It was fairly modern, but what was important is that everything seemed to be good enough shape to work well. The blonde poured a tall glass of water and grabbed some ice from the freezer and poured it into a zip lock bag before making her way to the couch, where he'd decided to flop. "Drink this," The female placed the glass on the small table beside the couch that sat close to the wall and opposite a TV in the rather small living space. <br/>
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"I plan to move out when I get enough tips. No boyfriends, or girlfriends. Yet. Now rest up, as sassy as you'd like to be I'm sure your body isn't going to allow it." The female couldn't help but chuckle, he'd really had his fill. Even though he'd refused her help back and had managed to navigate himself, she wasn't convinced he'd ward off sleep for much longer. "You should be nice about this shithole, it's looking after you for the night." The blonde took the time to lean over him, placing the bag of ice over one of the bruises on his face before noticing the glimpse of gold in his eyes. What on earth was that? She'd most likely just been working too many shifts. The blonde rose to her feet and turned off the lights to ease the pain they caused. "You know, I should be getting babysitting pay for this." <br/>
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Olivia grabbed a small blanket she kept near the couch for when she watched TV, but it was better than nothing. Once it was draped over him, the female gazed down toward him. "I'm just down that hallway, you need anything you yell. Don't you dare puke on my couch." The blonde pushed a trash can toward him before taking her leave toward the bathroom. It was the first door in the hallway, on the left. The female took some time to run a bath with some bubbles before undressing and sliding into the comfort of the warm water. It had been a stressful.. couple of months to be honest. Olivia was getting used to her new role, but it wasn't easy. Each mission was different, and this one certainly was taking more energy and effort than before.<br/>
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An hour later, fully relaxed and ready for bed, the blonde gazed into the living for a moment before slipping off to bed in nothing more than a towel. It was a pity he was so drunk, she wondered if he'd even be able to get it up. A slight snicker left her at the thought. It wasn't the time for that now, she needed to rest. Olivia sometimes wore underwear to bed, but most of the time she just slept naked. It was no different that night, he'd seen her naked before, hell, he'd fucked her. So there was no need to hide it. Once dropping the towel over a radiator she slipped into bed with a soft groan of content.<br/>
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It was mid day when she woke, a subtle huff escaping her as she finally drew herself out of bed. Her short blonde strands had far more volume than they'd had the night before. However, her sleek, bare form looked just as it had the night he'd been with her. Every single tattoo she had was on display, as well as her supple mounds and hourglass form that seemed far too in shape for someone who just did bar work. Her body maintenance was almost like a second job. <br/>
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Once she'd brushed her hair and tamed it to some degree, the female wandered out toward the kitchen. She didn't speak, in case he was still sleeping. The young woman simply prepared a new pot of coffee and set a pot out ready for her breakfast. When she couldn't wait any longer, she turned on the coffee machine and glanced toward the couch. "Rise and shine, want some coffee?" It was most likely a yes, so the female grabbed two cups and promptly filled them when it was done. Olivia carried over his mug, standing before him and handing it down to him. "Well, if you don't take it quickly, I'll drink it."</span>