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Duke Crocker
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- 1: Lucier's condo above Lux, LA, Monday (shhhh, timey wimey)
- 2: Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night
- 3: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, early Monday morning
- 4: The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Saturday afternoon
- 5: Outside the Gentlemen's Closet, Baltimore, Friday evening
- 6: A quiet pier, Cat Island, Bahamas, Tuesday morning
- 7: The deck of the Fin and Tonic, Tuesday afternoon
- 8: The Pier on Cat Island, Tuesday morning
- 9: The OceaNyx, in port and out to sea, Sunday morning
- 10: The galley of the Cape Rouge, Thursday evening
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Date: 2019-09-23 01:07 am (UTC)Duke’s expression softened as he smiled down at her, taking in how the harbor lights reflected in her hair, how her hands looked against his chest. The color and gleam of her lipstick. He leaned forward unconsciously, the moment hanging, the music starting to swell—
“Right. So I’m pretty sure that denim shirt you like is clean.” The one that was old enough it was practically bleached, and so soft to the touch. “I bet it’ll come down to your knees.”