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Post by "The R*" Robby Sylk on Mar 8, 2007 13:43:19 GMT -5
A white stretch limo rolls down the streets of New York City. Inside Robby Sylk is doing what Robby Sylk does, living it up. He's sitting in the back with a glass of champagne in one hand and a couple of lovely ladies on either side, just as bubbly and giggly as ever, you'd have thought he imported the blonde and brunette from back in California.
Ladies, Ladies, Ladies...don't be so shy. Why don't you tell me what you REALLY think of me?
"What else there to say? You sure do know how to treat your company, baby."
Isn't that right? Let it be know that I know how to have a good time, too. What the heck are you doing if you're not enjoying yourselves, huh?
"What everyone else out there is doing?"
Pretty much.
He laughs at the notion. Robby Sylk was not a man who knew much about having to struggle to get ahead, and it showed in his demeanor. Cocky to a point of arrogance, it was no gimmick the way he acted. He had a totally celebrity style-swagger to him that the ladies loved and the guys wanted to kill him for. He'd have it no other way.
Hey driver, let me know when get to 11 Penn Plaza, ya dig?
The blonde girl starts to tense her hands over over his chest, slowly undoing the buttons of is shirt.
Oh...OK. On second thought Jeebs, drive slow...
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