A pain that I'm used to  (valkyrie1066/riona)
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				Title: <strong>A pain that I'm used to  (valkyrie1066/riona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valkyrie1066</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 15:10:15</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">&nbsp; "MMMmmmmmmggg..." He snaps to, but his exhausted brain is far from clear. The amount of alcohol consumed the night before makes his head ache, and his mouth taste foul. His headset is blasting music into his ears, and the dark sunglasses make him wonder for a moment where he is. He paws off the hat, glasses and headphones into his lap in a single swoop. His blue-grey eyes are seriously bloodshot. He squints at Syn. <br>Her hair is so bright it nearly hurts his eyes to look at her. "Ugh. Gon to get a drink when we get on. Hair of the dok dat has bitten you. Right?" <br>His long suffering assistant is ravishing, though she, too was at the party. She, however, knows when to say "No more." Everyone wants to buy them a drink, offer them various substances. It would be entirely possible to O.D. in a single evening if one did not learn to refuse. The party was not so joyous for Heri. It began smoothly enough; but somewhere in the whirlwind...he thought he saw a familiar face. It was not Dak, of course. Just another man who resembled him in Heri's alcohol hazed brain. <br>Memories come flowing back, he pushes them away. No time to grieve, not now. Even drunk, he must smile and mingle and keep paying attention to the random strangers who wanted to speak to him. Push it down, push it away. The next random stranger offers him some pills, and he almost chases them with beer without inquiring what exactly they are. A sharp poke in the ribs from his assistant had him give them to her...at least until she could identify his mystery gift.<br>　<br>He had awoken, naked in his hotel room, Syn shoving him and yelling in his ear about the flight. She had looked pretty hot, though...so gorgeous...and such a bitch. He reguarly reminds himself that is one of the reason he hired her. The band has roadies and hangers on aplenty. All the ass kissers in the world will not help him; it is her drive that keeps him on schedule. Even as she jostles him, he contemplates pulling her into bed with him, wrapping his long lanky body around her, and going back to sleep. A warm body to cuddle against; peace and quiet for him to sleep off the hangover. <br>Inge would have reminded him sternly that his lovely assistant was a person. She is not a toy to amuse him when he was bored or horny, just to be ignored when he was occupied with other things. She knew plenty about that. <br>No, he reminds himself. Try to keep it professional. Such a sweet pussy, though. He sighs. It is the other end of a woman that he has his trouble with; and he cannot afford to piss her off too badly. Without her, he is certain he would be doomed to fuck up his own career. <br>Now he shuffles behind her like a weary dog. Of course...they make a striking couple; but he seems oblivious to the looks she is getting as she strides towards the gate. A few young people head towards them.<br>"Heeri? Gudderson? Hey, man, you guys are AWESOME!" (he winces at yet another bad misprononciation of his name. It had never occurred to him that it was nearly inpronounceable by anyone in this country. The record company had already asked to change it to something more user friendly <br>"You're the girl from the video!! Can I have your autograph?"<br>"Dude, I LOVE the new album!!! Couldn't get to the show yesterday, tickets were sold out..."<br>Boarding passes, notebooks, a bare arm...pens are shoved towards them. <br>Heri is sweating suddenly; it looks as though he is about to get sick.<br>He fights the sensation, tries to smile, and scrawls his nearly illegible singnature on the various objects that are offered him. God damn airport security; what he could really use is a fat blunt to round the sharp, jagged, painful edges of his awareness. <br>"Is she your wife?" One young man asked, getting both their autographs. Heri looks up at him with a somber face and whispers. "Worse. She kidnapped me." Even as bad as he feels, he can't help but to be a smart ass.<br>The fans laugh; but he has neither confirmed, nor denied their question. It is his habit to leave references to his romantic life unanswered. <br>He wipes his face on his sleeve, they are holding up the boarding line; and now the other passengers begin to realize the couple has some kind of celebrity status. Not everyone gives a shit...and there are others complaining loudly. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A pain that I'm used to  (valkyrie1066/riona)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Riona</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 05:48:04</strong>
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				Syn sat in the uncomfy airport terminal chairs and pursed her lips. Ever now and then green eyes went to her...well..charge as it seemed most times. Out solid. Hell, she got less sleep than him..was way more stressed and yet he could sleep even in these fucking hard as nails chairs. Shaking her head, she pulled out her blackberry and checked their itinerary.&nbsp; The were supposed to arrive in Portland 3 hours before the gig which the rest of the band gave him ample time to clean up and sober up.&nbsp; Syn snorted at the very thought.&nbsp; More like enough time for her to drag him into the shower, wash him up in his half dazed state, dress him, shove pots of coffee down his throat and then get him into the limo to get the arena.&nbsp; Three hours never seemed enough. Yet Syn always got him there on time.&nbsp; Or with seconds to spare.&nbsp; Putting the blackberry back on her carry on. She stood and stretched.&nbsp; Wearing a tight black leather mini skirt and blood red corset that her 34 DD tits appeared ready to pop out of, Syn left many broken hearts in her wake.&nbsp; Green eyes that showed lust highlighted by long red hair only amplified the image that the band had made of her.<br><br>Yeah she was still nothing more than the assistant to the star sitting next to her-more like a glorified babysitter.&nbsp; Yet the band had liked her looks from day one and put her in their videos. So now her face and her name, Syn, were synonymous with the band..but more so with him. Hell the gossip mongering tabloids like The Sun said they were lovers... Who was Syn to tell them otherwise.&nbsp; Not that she wouldn't mind being his lover. He seemed well endowed and she was damn glad he seemed to not remember those showers..which she had to get in naked with him only 3 times out of 9.&nbsp; A voice came over the loudspeakers announcing their flight was ready to board.&nbsp; Sighing, she turned and bent over him.&nbsp; "Hey sleeping beauty, time to wake..your pumpkin is here."
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