Email to Amanda from Domino

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To: Sefton, Amanda
From: Domino


And I'm sure this is all kinds of forward, me emailing you out of the blue like this, but from what I've heard from Nate and Pete, you're not the type to worry about stuff like that.

So hi there, Amanda. I would be Domino. Call me Dom, actually; that's what the rest of the family calls me, and that's pretty much what you are at this point. I ought to be jealous, really, but I suppose I've grown up enough that Nate has a certain 'trouble, young and female'-shaped hole in his heart that he's just gotta fill. Enjoy it, eh? He can be a pain in the fucking ass at times, but he'll always be there when you need him. Even when you don't want to admit you do. He's a pushy bastard, really.

Anyhow, I did really have a reason to email you... I figure I'll be back in New York, probably sooner rather than later, and I have this irresistible impulse to take you shopping, spoil you rotten, and see just how much corrupting is left to be done with you. A big sister has her responsibilities, after all, and I'm rather into the idea of scandalizing Nate and Pete. It makes me feel all tingly.

So get better soon, kiddo, because you're going to need all your energy if the two of us do get together to paint the town.

Dom

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[xp_daytripper]

To: [Tiger]
From: [Trouble]

Subject: He's a big marshmallow man, ain't he?

Tiger? *grins* I hate to say it, but you're right - I did get off easy with the nickname. Damn thing's spreading around the school, tho', which is why I've ended up using it - no sense battling the inevitable. And it's a lot better than some of the things I've been called. *grins* Don't tell Nate, but I sort of like it.

Well, the stories Pete and Nate were telling me were _supposed_ to be cautionary; they just made me more curious to meet you, which is probably not what was supposed to happen. Silly buggers, they didn't think dropping hints about you and bar fights wasn't going to make me want to meet you? *snorts*

I'm getting the hang of this shopping gig. And you don't seem the type to put me in girly shite, unlike a certain French classmate, so this could be a lot of fun. There's a couple of places in New York you might like to see... *eg* I like the idea of getting something that would give Nate a coronary and then going out to test it out on the local population. I dunno if you're into the clubbing scene much at all, but there are some places in New York where we could get up to all kinds of mischief.

And yeah, I can think of a couple of someone's (one at the school, one in town, well, if either of them are still talking to me, that is - 's complicated) who'd appreciate a change from the usual jeans and t-shirt range. I ain't exactly what you call exclusive. I don't see the point really and if no-one minds, where's the harm?

*humphs* All this talk of fun has made me impatient now. Stupid body. Get better already!

A.


A.