#scottishride

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We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Colette settles in the chair across from Filip and smiles at him.  It's lunch at a quiet little place that doesn't look too hard at the fact that he's wearing a cut and she runs an escort service.

"Thanks for meeting me," she says as she sets her purse down on the floor.  "There's something we need to talk about.  About...Knox..."

[soastarlet]

Colette/Chibs

Send me a ship: 

ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART

[diosamadam-blog]

Of course that's quite the ring. Her Scot does nothing half assed.

He certainly puts effort into everything he does.

[diosamadam-blog]

I ship you with Chibs. Scottishride specifically

My Filip.  *smiles*  Well, of course you do, honey.  We are pretty perfect together.

[diosamadam-blog]

[Text] Thinking of you, a ghrá.

[text]: What are you thinking?

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[Text] Wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight, A ghrá?

[Text]:  Depends.  Where are you thinking?

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[Pretend this is from scottishride]

There's a Scotsman leaning against the wall on her porch when she gets home. He'd promised after all, and he never disappointed a woman when he made a promise. Though, with as late as it is, it might take her a second to see anything but the soft red glow of the cherry off the end of his cigarette. 

In her line of work, seeing a dark figure outside your door late at night is dangerous.  She slips a hand into her purse to wrap her fingers around the gun that Filip had given her about two months back, when Teller's crazy wife gave her a black eye and scared the shit out of her.

"Who is it?" she asks, sounding guarded, with her best attempt at sounding tough tossed in there too.