[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Carrington[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b][i] Seraphim Tattoo, The Bronx[/i]
[b]Interacting With: [/b][i]Wyatt[/i][hr][hr][/center]

	Tatiana groaned inwardly as she sat there, slowly leaning back in her seat. Perhaps she could have been a bit more soft in her delivery, but no she ripped the bandaid right off in one fell swoop taking with it some hair and skin. From the look on his face and the tone of his words she half expected him to run out the door and walk back to Toronto instead of dealing with this. She wouldn't blame him if he did, hell she'd be tempted to take the trek with him and get lost somewhere in the back wood of Canada. Being eaten by a bear seemed like a pleasant upgrade to spending time with her parents.

	[color=a187be]"Da, the adopted child of the Carringtons, the Russian Ballerina, their publicity stunt,"[/color] she said as she watched him, her tone was rather flat in its answer.

	[color=a187be]"And I didn't say because if I told people on Craigslist I vas a Carrington I vould have to add kidnappers for ransom to the list of shit I have to vorry about,"[/color] she stated bluntly as she pinched the space between her nose out of frustration.

	[color=a187be]"Listen, I'm going out on a limb here but I need help. I can't go home alone. I just can't deal vith them, for multitude of reason. It's five veeks, all through Europe, ending up in London. Ve'll avoid them as much as possible. All expenses paid, you von't vant for anything, I'll cover it all. And I'll pay you vell,"[/color] she said as she sat there, straightening herself some in her seat.

	[color=a187be]"Come on deal of lifetime, live life of Carrington, no vorries of money, trekking through Europe and all you have to do is be my arm candy and pretend you like me. Could be vorse vay to spend holidays, no?"[/color] she said giving him a rather sultry smile as she locked eyes with him.

	Granted she knew on the surface it sounded like a great deal but she also knew if it was so great and wondrous she wouldn't be hitting up some guy on Craiglist to go with her. Right now she felt like Satan, trying to get this poor guy to sign his soul away to spend five weeks in hell disguised as heaven. 

	[color=a187be]"Oh and one more thing, posing as couple, ve'll have to, how you say? Shack up?"[/color] she added with a nervous laugh.