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Moment of Awesome - Doug Ramsey/Cypher : While on a mission in Washington, D.C., Doug plays out the oldest trick in the book - the honey trap. ~Reel him in,~ Doug thought to himself, catching the motion from the corner of his eye. He recognized the driver, and allowed the other man to approach him, seeming like he was paying attention to others around him more than his mark. When the driver reached him, he turned and visibly sized the man up. "Heeeey," he drawled slowly, affecting that sort of speech pattern that marked someone who'd had a couple drinks or a tab of something to loosen up before coming out. The driver, Jefferson, looked Doug up and down with an near audible sniff as he nodded at the car. "Someone would like to meet you," he told Doug shortly, opening the driver side rear door and gesturing in. Delegate Taylor was obscured by the shadows, but he was staring out of the window, not giving Doug a glance through the open door, the same thoughts chasing around in his head, twin exclamations of shame and excitement. "Someone, huh?" It didn't really matter what the driver thought, and in fact given the context, disapproval was practically a given there unless he was hyper-loyal to the delegate he worked for. The driver wasn't the mark, after all. Doug sashayed up to the car and leaned against the roof and open door in a way that would make it difficult for him to simply be forced into the vehicle. He didn't want to appear too eager, more choosy. "How you doin', sugah?" he asked, doing his best impression of Rogue's folksy Southern drawl. The delegate gave into the urge to break his tradition, and turned to examine the man standing in the doorway, his eyes tracking up and down the man's face, twin pools of lust and disgust tracking up and down Doug's body before he turned away to stare out of the window. "Fine," he grunted, indicating the seat across from him without sparing Doug another glance. The one glance had told Doug everything he needed to know, though. He bent down and got into the car. "You got a place to go, or should we use mine?" he asked playfully, stretching his legs out in front of him almost like a cat. Jefferson scoffed as he got into the car, "Nothing like that," Delegate Taylor noted still staring out of his window, "you won't be here long enough to get comfortable, a dark alley should do for us. The usual Jefferson;." It fit the man - hide his sins in the dark. And Doug was reasonably sure that he could predict exactly what would happen - he'd get shoved to his knees, do his 'duty', and then get left in the alleyway with his payment. "One hundred," he said firmly, since the delegate didn't appear interested in preliminaries. The delegate finally looked over at Doug again, looking him up and down before nodding. "One hundred," he agreed, before looking away from the mutant again, "find somewhere near the park Jefferson, then get yourself a coffee while you wait." Doug had a suspicion that Jefferson knew every alleyway around the park by this point. He parked the car, and all three men exited the vehicle, one headed to a small local shop at the end of the block, two disappearing into the alleyway. Doug brushed his hand against an older brick wall, leaving an unobtrusive fisheye lens in the mortar that would take nearly superhuman vision to spot, especially when he knew the delegate's eyes were on the way his hips were moving. Once they were out of view of the alley entrance (but perfectly framed for the camera), he turned, producing a dental dam that seemed like it couldn't possibly have fit in his tight jeans. "Can't be too safe," he murmured, suspecting that the delegate wouldn't be the sort to use a condom voluntarily - it would ruin the power differential. "Anything in particular you want?" he asked, his voice dropping lower and husky.