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Skirt Chaser has a minion!

Oh Yeah Baby the Happy-in-the-Pants

Skirt Chaser
Legacy Name: Skirt Chaser

The

Galactic Charlie
Owner:

Live

Age: 13 years, 11 months, 1 week

Born: May 28th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 11 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: May 28th, 2010

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Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Ladies Man

Credits:

Profile-Blind

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Story-twocents

Skirt Chaser strolled into the living room with a swagger normally reserved for movie stars. All eyes turned to him, but he had the class to not notice. His red robe hung dangerously off his shoulders, revealing an expansive, muscular chest.

He was, in a word, sex.

With the dark sky blotting out the rest of the daylight, it was a typical evening in Skirt Chaserâ€™s mansion.

Across the room, he spotted the nightâ€™s prey, a beautiful redheaded woman with skin as pale as whipped cream. Her skin-tight green gown clung in all the right places and had a high slit on her left thigh, as if an arrow to what she could offer. Her make-up was a bit overdone with dark red lipstick and fake lashes, but in the dark room, it made her look mysterious and daring.

He sipped champagne and waited for the opportune moment to make his approach. The woman was arguing with a man â€“ boyfriend, he supposed â€“ who looked bulky in his tight clothes. He was graceless and in desperate need of a stylist, with his frumpy brown hair that looked like it hadnâ€™t been brushed or washed in ages, dirty brown trench coat, and bright magenta shirt.

Skirt Chaser mentally wondered how such an ugly man had managed to convince such a beautiful woman to tolerate him, but seeing the way she angrily argued with him in rising whispers, it was clear that she was coming to her senses.

Just when the argument started to get embarrassing for the couple, Skirt Chase sidled over. He slung an arm around the slender womanâ€™s waist, and nodded in greeting to the man.

â€œI know your reputation,â€ he snarled. â€œGet yer hands off my girl.â€

Skirt Chaser took a bored sip from his drink, and then offered a dazzling smile. â€œIt seemed to me like you were upsetting her. And Iâ€™d hate for a beautiful woman to have to spend one of my parties in tears.â€

The womanâ€™s eyes did seem bright, as if she had just been blinking back emotions, and she nuzzled into Skirt Chaserâ€™s side. â€œBug off,â€ she told her boyfriend. â€œIâ€™d like to spend the night with a real man.â€

This was clearly not the right thing to say, and Skirt Chaser mentally sighed. Damage control time. The boyfriend leaned over and ripped the woman from Skirt Chaserâ€™s side. Before he could open his mouth to let out a threat, though, Skirt Chaser intervened.

â€œIt seems to me like itâ€™d be good for her to broaden her horizons by enjoying new experiences and becoming more educated,â€ he said with his hands up in the air, as if to signal that the womanâ€™s whims didnâ€™t make sense to him either.

â€œShe could then pass on her knowledge and you two would enjoy an even more fruitful, exciting life together. But if youâ€™re going to let a personal grudge against me hinder your relationship and cause emotional pain to your lovely lady here, I completely understand. Someone has to indulge in the sins of pride and greed and envy, after all. I wonâ€™t begrudge you for choosing to be that person.â€ Skirt Chaser let out an easy laugh, and swished away, going off to mingle with more guests.

After a minute, though, he heard the click-clack of high heels on wood floors, and felt the womanâ€™s silky arm hook through his.

Works every time.