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</div></div>"Overtime, gotta love it."  Xavier's Captain on Rescue 2 commented as they returned to the station mid-morning, nearly 3 hours beyond their normal shift change at 7am.  It had been a technically challenging, and fortunately totally successful rescue.  He and the rest of Rescue Company 2 were feeling pretty good about themselves.  He sometimes tried to emulate the more senior veteran's and act like it was just another day on the job, this what the taxpayer paid them for.  But Xavier could rarely hide the goofy grin that betrayed he would do this for free if it really came down to it.  But it happened to pay reasonably well, and for the last 3 hours it paid 1.5 x well, which wasn't a bad thing.  He would miss Anna for breakfast, but with their anniversary approaching, he could use the extra cash.  He wanted something special for her this year, something they could look back fondly on for years to come and remember how special this time in their lives was.  They were young and in love and eager to experience every bit of it and in an exciting and diverse city like this, it was easy to find such things and at times the people to enjoy them with.  Despite their marital commitments, they both had a craving for more than 2 bodies in their sex life. They had acted on this impulse a few times with another couple, but wanted to explore it more thoroughly but weren't quite sure how to go about it. After a nice shower and more casual clothes, he packed his bag and set off on his long board, his preferred mode of transportation in the city.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://onthegrid.city/imager/s3_amazonaws_com/onthegrid.city/assets/grid/los-angeles/arts-district/arts-district-co-op/ADCoop_thumbnail_299006722e285f47655d17d1c9136337.jpg" title="ADCoop_thumbnail_299006722e285f47655d17d1c9136337.jpg">
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<br/>​</div>He knew the city well of course, it was a job requirement after all, but it came in handy at times.  He made a slight diversion to an Art Co-Op in the district, hoping for some creative ideas as to what to do for their anniversary.  He was no artist, but he appreciated such things on some level even if he would say Anna was all the art he needed whenever she expressed an interest in something.  It wasn't a lie, the way she moved was an art as far as he was concerned, it was part of what attracted him to her.  He slung the board over his back and stepped inside the large inviting overhead door that showed it was open for business.  The open air 'stalls' for lack of a better word, each held space for an eclectic array of artisans from classical painting and sculpture to less typical arts like glass blowing, or nail art.  While he wasn't much for even a manicure, let alone nail art himself, Anna might enjoy it but mostly his eye was attracted to he pretty brunette getting her nails done and the cute redhead practicing their art.<br/><br/>As this venue was often as much about watching as buying and selling, he wasn't shy about approaching the two and getting a better look.  "Beautiful."  he said as the brunette noticed him apparently admiring the results.  But as his eyes shifted to the redhead doing the painting he quipped "the nails look great too."  He had a ready smile and while Xavier was in top physical condition, his demeanor was neither threatening or overbearing.  That was something he liked about his line of work, it required strength and courage (and no small amount of skill), but not the toxic bravado that sometimes ran  through other traditionally 'manly' jobs.<a class="username" data-user-id="44464" data-username="@Cute Bunny" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/44464/">@Cute Bunny</a><a class="username" data-user-id="10828" data-username="@SMG9000" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/10828/">@SMG9000</a><br/><br/>He lingered long enough for the two to strike up a conversation if they were so inclined but soon continued his view of the place.  As he circled back, across the opposite side from the nail artist he noticed a striking painting.  It stopped him in his tracks.  It was quite sexual but so well done that it wasn't exactly lewd, at least not in his opinion.  It struck him on two levels, one his desire to capture Anna just the way she is now, but also the scene was suggestive of just the kind of thing they were wanting to explore.  A collection of unique and diverse people sharing an intimate moment.    He didn't see the artist right away but he really wanted Anna to see this.  He sent her a quick text.  "How about meeting me for lunch?"<a class="username" data-user-id="19372" data-username="@AndNich123" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/19372/">@AndNich123</a><br/><br/>He then returned to the painting that had so struck him and admired it, taking it the many details and characters it contained.  It focused his attention such that he was somewhat oblivious to the ongoing bustle within the Co-Op.<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>