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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Dec 10, 2012 22:14:25 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] This wasn’t his normal little place to go. Usually, he liked to go to the Blackjack Bar. It was a little more upscale and classier, but that wasn’t the crowd he was looking for tonight. The classy guy, Justin, decided to just be in a little different of an environment that night. Was it such a crime? Live life a little more on the edge. Though he wasn’t sure if he was going to miss the classier place or not. He wasn’t really having a goal that night. Those guys who had a goal to come in and try to find a girl were kidding themselves. It was a sign of pigheadness and desperate acts. Justin found that the less he tried, the better he looked to other people. Those that tried too hard to be noticed were the ones that were most annoying to him. Anyone who stole his well-deserved spotlight was annoying to him, but those that tried? Please. Unbelievable.
He was wondering if he had made the wrong choice as he pulled up. Justin tried to be as casual as possible, though he had no reason to wander around looking like a slum. Just because he wasn’t in nothing but loose worn out jeans and a torn t-shirt didn’t mean he was upscale. Instead, he tried to wear those nicer jeans but with a tank and over shirt. That wasn’t too complicated, was it? He looked around and saw that he mostly fit in. Mostly. There were those with the jeans hanging on their ankles. It didn’t matter who you were, that was also a desperate need for attention. These were elementals, most of them high school students trying to sneak in with various fake IDs. It made him want to laugh, pulling out his real ID that showed he was twenty. Honestly, Justin could have passed for older. He hadn’t had the need for a fake ID thing. He just got it from someone else.
The club environment filled his ears at once. Despite what he may have thought about this place previously, he found himself smiling. The bass filling up his ears and beating hard into his chest. The mangled heat of bodies. Yes, this is exactly what he wanted. Living life to the fullest with no regrets was sort of his motto. It was what he told the younger classmates after they would have a long talk. Any story that was told to him he encouraged. Sometimes, he had to remind himself of that when he woke up the next morning wanting to beat himself on the head with something hard until he was knocked out and would forget about it. No, never forget about it. Once the news settled down, he had to come to realize that every decision he had made. Every rational or irrational choice he made, he grew into the person he was today. Justin would have considered himself a pretty happy person, so job well done. He also had some further growing up to do.
Now was the time to do it. Justin went to the bar and ordered himself a drink. His eyes diverted across the way to see if there was going to be anyone he would socialize himself with. He had no trouble being outgoing and social to those that welcomed it as brightly as he did. Sometimes it was more difficult considering they didn’t know his dry sense of humor just yet. Justin had a hard time switching what he shared from strangers to people he knew well. He did the same things and shared the same stories. There was really no such thing as ‘secrets’ with him. Unless he was with his best friend, but two out of all the people he knew? Please, that was hardly a number. As he turned his head, he saw a familiar face. A not… friendly familiar face. Don’t get Justin wrong, the woman was so fucking beautiful in so many original ways (which was really what he was going for) but being called gay all the time was very upsetting. He got it all the time, especially when he was younger. Plus, it was hard to be nice to someone who was a complete bitch. That bitch. He got eye contact with her and he made what was similar to a sneer, but in no way his usual friendly self. Almost faking being polite, while being very obvious he was faking it.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Dec 11, 2012 14:36:36 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes Altair propped her foot against the arm of the chair, buckling the strap of her stiletto. She often found herself broke, so when she opened her wallet and realized that she only had thirty in cash and only a little more in her account, so she found herself sufficiently put out. She couldn't even question herself what had happened, wonder where all the money she had went in such a short amount of time. The clothes in her closet said it all. She did go grocery shopping at least and they had food to last them, but she couldn't help her poor spending habits. She'd been able to fix everything else up -- her hard partying, her irresponsibility, her addiction to her meds -- but she couldn't completely change herself. The reminder that she needed to take care of her sister helped sometimes, made her return the card to her wallet and reconsider buying a new pair of shoes. She had a good job, it wasn't like they were out of employment. It was just that she didn't know how to handle money as well as she should. Not like she had parents for that. She almost smiled thinking of it. She still hated them, even when common sense told her not to.
She headed back into the bathroom a fourth time to check her hair, to make sure everything had stayed in place. It didn't matter too much if a strand fell out of her hairstyle, or if her top twisted a little, because she could make anything look good. Not only did her ego tell her this, but her occupation. She made a living out of looking good in anything put on her. She worked as a canvas for designers and photographers, they turned her into masterpieces by their hand. It was easy for her, the only difficulties coming when someone got on her about the possibility of gaining wait or some gossip or someone she got mouthy with tattling on her like a preschooler. Sometimes the industry could be like high school again, everyone talking about each other behind their backs. She supposed she could understand. She got like that when she wanted to be spiteful, if she had an enemy that she got dirt on. Usually, she wasn't the manipulative type. It felt easier for her to knock someone out, confront them, than to spread things about them. But when the opportunity arises, she felt the need to take it.
After fixing herself up, she called a taxi to take her to the bar. She knew that she would most likely be getting plastered that night and she didn't want to drive her car, even though she wouldn't miss it very much if she totaled it. Arriving to the spot, she instantly ordered a drink before heading to the dance floor. Even though the most prominent quality of hers was obviously a temper and bad manners, she knew how to flirt with the guys. A small smile, giggles at their jokes, pressing up close. And she enjoyed it, she knew it was something that she did best. Other than looking pretty and fucking. Hell, she was doing pretty good in school, as well. Even when she was broke, she felt like she was on top of the world. Some may call it optimism, she called it a lot of booze in her. If she ever got upset about having to pay bills, about being an adult? A shot of gin could fix that right up. And when she did have money, that just solved a lot of problems. Shallow and greedy, but living without benefits for so long had given her that view.
As she pushed herself away from a dance partner, promising him her return, she noticed someone she would rather not have to share the club with. Ignoring him for the time being, she walked over to the bar to get herself another drink. Then she decided that maybe it would be a good idea to mess with him. She had no other plans, why not ruin his night? A shame he's so fucking hot. She came up from behind, gliding her hand from one of his shoulders to the other, before trailing it down his hand and coming to stand in front of him. Leaning in next to his ear so he could hear her above the speakers, she told him, "I saw a couple of cute boys around, maybe you're interested?" She tilted her head innocently when she pulled away, mixing her drink around with the straws before taking a sip. Did she believe he was gay? Maybe, maybe not. Did it matter? Not to her, but it was something she could use against him. "Aren't you supposed to be rehearsing for some bullshit?" she asked a little more seriously. Another thing she didn't have anything against was theater, but it made him such an easy target that he was one of those kids, the pretentious sort that thought they were something special because they were in drama.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Dec 15, 2012 1:46:56 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] Mean girls were in no way a foreign concept to him. There was always that one that wanted to push everyone away from her and snapped at everyone around her. That he could deal with. That was a big fat sign that said ‘challenge accepted’ to Justin. Still, there was a difference between the type of means around. In fact, he observed that girls were vicious. They didn’t just beat the shit out of someone and walk away. No. They grinded. Grinded so deep that they themselves probably get into a huge mess, but it doesn’t matter to them as long as the revenge they wanted is theirs. What is worse- that usually doesn’t satisfy this hunger they all have. He didn’t understand that mindset. He had never hated someone so much that he would go and do that. Perhaps he was fortunate in that way though. It certainly happened the other way around. Justin wasn’t sometimes the kindest of men. Especially when dating.
This was different. He didn’t get a lot to insult him for no reason. He was a big boy though. He wasn’t going to run home crying because of a couple of words said. It was still annoying and irritating. Part of him wanted to smack her aside the head, but of course, that was socially unacceptable. He’d have people all over him not understanding. These were only temptations, and they were harmless ones at that. It didn’t matter. Justin would never raise a hand. Please, a guy like that? He was an angel. Justin laughed silently to himself. Suddenly, all of his thoughts were shot when he felt a hand on his shoulders. Oh a taker? Already? He hadn’t seen who it was that came behind him, but he sure heard her, and all of that just shot out of the window. Oh, damn it. It was a sexy woman, yes. Not really the one he was expecting. Honestly, after his sneer, he expected her to flip him off and go on grinding with the poor unfortunate lucky soul.
Her bright hair seemed to glow in this place as he looked over at her, leaning against the bar in what seemed like an un-amused almost bored look. The classic boy gay line. It was nothing bad to do with gays. It never had been. Justin had to pretend he was gay once to get out of an extremely awkward social situation. However, being called gay with all of his traits was very offending. Anyone who didn’t know how much he loved women might have even suggested it. As for sweet little Altair, she just adored playing around with him. It was hard to believe that someone with such a sweet face could be such a rude bitch. He was sure that he had seen her sister a couple of times, but this time sort of ruined it for him to make any further motion. Knowing him, he would get them confused. Justin was good at a lot of things. Remembering names was not one of them. Honestly the hardest part about theater was getting all the damn characters straight from each other.
Without even a small twitch of hesitation, he sighed and responded, ”If I were interested, I would have them wrapped around my finger by now. A far better job than you have done.” He mused in his usual easy toned voice. He took a coin from the table and started twirling it between his fingers. Justin learned how to use some of his wind element to make small objects like coins twirl a certain way. It took many practice and many frustrating times of having the coin flip too fast and hit someone, but he managed to get this little neat trick right. If people could do it without wind, he had always be certain he could do this without much damage. It was hard to believe he was almost to the level of being able to create- with a lot of energy- natural disasters. The power he had sometimes. It amazed even himself. His eyes glanced toward his hand and watched the metal shine on all the lights before he grasped it in his hand again. His blue eyes swung back over to the woman in front of him. The tension was there. Like it always was. But he still refused to try to go after her. It’d give her way too much satisfaction.
One of the things that bugged him about people was when they called complete bullshit calls like that. Don’t tell him that his acting wasn’t good because he knew damn well that he was brilliant. Not to say she was saying he was bad. But to say that theater itself was bullshit… might as well said the same thing. He gave her a hard look. That was basically his life and dreams. The thing he was truly forever committed to. ”Oh, don’t you have any new ones for me? You and I both know it’s not bullshit. It’s amazing and no argument would prove you any different.” Though his tone was very professional and calm, his look made it completely different. The sharp edges of his words gave a different little hint. Justin may not have been allowed to smack her, but he was allowed a few comments of his own. He took a drink and laughed, ”Now, why don’t you go play with your boy toy, hm? I’m sure he is missing your dick.” A little dirty talk from Justin. All in a good day’s work.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Dec 18, 2012 16:54:00 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes The way Altair's ego worked, she believed she could turn any gay man straight and any straight girl gay. She also felt certain that she'd done it before. While she was always confident in most areas of her life, she knew her limits when it came to things like academics. However, those limits did not apply with her sex life. She had used it as a means to an end when she was really low on cash, she had always used her body as her tool. Her artist's brush, her glassblower's fire. The graduate knew she had every right to be confident in her abilities and the affect she had on people. And if people called her a whore because of that, then she would punch them in the face. Not because she felt offended, but because she would enjoy someone calling anyone a whore being face down in the dirt. While she used it as an insult herself, her opinions on a girl that slept around would not be to label her a slut.
So she supposed she looked very shades of hypocritical in calling Justin gay, in judging him as she constantly did. The only basis of this would be his theater gig, the fact that he was an actor. But she liked to annoy people, and what better way than to mock them for something she knew to be untrue. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. She couldn't judge, now could she? After all, Rachael was her little girl toy, she slept with women on a few occasion. But she didn't matter in this scenario. All that mattered was the man in front of her, who was admittedly very attractive. She couldn't help the thoughts, and she didn't try to stop them no matter how much she hated him. They came unbidden, like any sexual pondering would.
She opened her mouth, nodding a little bit as he spoke, the perfect image of interest. But body language said anything, the hand crossed over her arm, her other hand swirling the liquid in her glass. Judgment, it read all over her face. Incredulous judgment, something he often got from her. Her eyes flicked a moment to the coin in his fingers, letting herself wonder what else those fingers could do before meeting his eyes again with the malicious smile still spread on her face. "Oh, that wounds. But you haven't ever seen me work my magic, have you? I wouldn't waste my charms on you." She inclined her head slightly. She didn't show any shame in the notches on her bedpost, her daily conquests. Why should she? As she was on the pill and made sure she got tested enough to be safe, there was no harm in what she did. Not that anyone else would feel the same way.
The...frustration, was it?...crinkled her eyes. He had to be fed up with her by now. That didn't mean she would stop. Otherwise, he looked very placid, as if he could stand here and talk over the music about how wrong she was about him all day. "Right, I apologize, your God's gift to Earth for being able to stand in front of people and recite other people's words as your own." She didn't hold that much disregard for theater, but 'amazing' was pushing it. However, she understood having a passion. Her's was fashion, modeling, fighting, and fucking. She knew about judgment, how all models were automatically anorexic airheads. It should have made her sympathetic, but she seemed to be born without that trait. "You must think you're the next Paul Newman." She didn't know all that went to acting, and she couldn't care. It wasn't on her list of interests. Theater bored her, she couldn't be absorbed into the world because she knew she was looking at a stage. At least with a movie she could engross herself a little more.
She was raging testosterone. She was dominance incarnate. The claim of her having a dick could be totally possible if not for the fact that her estrogen levels slightly outweighed the other hormones. "Wait, I thought I couldn't get a boy toy? Did you have a sudden epiphany? Jealous that I can get what you can't?" Half of her wished that he did, and she knew which half wanted to get him in a bathroom stall. She didn't touch him now, but she wanted to feel his skin under her fingertips in the heated desire that pulsed through her veins. But she could pretend. "No, I thought I'd have a conversation with you." She stretched her arm out, poked him in the chest with the finger of the hand holding her drink. "There's not much talent here tonight. Not that there usually is anyway." This was her honesty speaking. She usually hit up college parties, but was unfortunately too broke for Blackjack. She would actually like to see Rachael. "It's really a shame that your so far back in the closet. You could be talent." She shrugged. It was hard to tell whether she was goading him or just busting his balls, as usual. Either way, she clearly was not inclined toward innocent conversation.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Dec 22, 2012 18:50:38 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] It was handy being so good at acting. What non theater people didn’t realize was that it went to everyday action as well. When there was that one person he was forced to work with in class in order to pass, he was going to have to suck it up and put a smile on his face. As soon as whatever he was dealing with was over, it was right back to his regular self. Even with different people, he just acted differently. None of that was acting. Perhaps if he saw Altair in a different place, he would be more civilized, but he had to admit it, she could really get under his skin. She really pissed him off sometimes. It made no sense. It wasn’t as if she was mean to everyone, but she had to make it all personal and all the gay jokes were getting very old very fast. Probably the second time she started making them all.
He was glad that comment got her a little bit as her comments had gotten him. When he first saw her, he just pictured her as this airhead that couldn’t do anything except swing around a pole. Turns out he was right to a certain extent. That was the only positive attribute of her. How could that sexy of a woman be that cruel? It was like she was torturing him with it. It was as if she really did know that he was being drove crazy the entire time. God, if it was any other person, he could have had her by now. It was so incredibly frustrating. Just once, he’d like to have her. Just once. That was all he needed to satisfy it. Justin couldn’t say that he didn’t have his fantasies, but as soon as she opened her mouth, they were also pushed to the back of his mind. Pushed back, but not gotten rid of. Justin just used the drink in his hand to cover up his annoyance, finding that he didn’t want to put that kind of effort for her to cover it up. Though in no way did he want to let her know how he thought of her. That would give her too much satisfaction for his liking.
No, he wasn’t going to tell her that he wanted to see her do her magic. If she ever did a body roll to him, there was a very good chance he would want to do even more awful things to her. Awful in a playful sense of course. ”Mmm, I’m sure everyone has seen you work magic. I’m failed to be impressed.” He mused lightly, shrugging as if he was giving some sort of critic paragraph for the local newspaper. For a while, he had been interested in journalism, but he preferred to be on the center stage instead of behind the scenes. His natural place was the spotlight. There was no doubt in his mind that if he was able to gain the chance, he could blow everyone away. Oh, how he dreamed of it. It felt like it was so easy to accomplish, but his elements made it a little more difficult. He was supposed to be not on the radar of any social political media life. Accidents happened.
He was indeed one of God’s gifts to earth. Everyone was, in a sense, but Justin thought highly of himself. Everyone knew that. He wasn’t sure why it was such an insult to be confident. She said it so sarcastically, but he understood where she was going at the end of that. With a hefty sigh, he got the impression that he was trying to explain this to a ten year old. ”If it were easy, everyone would do it. I’m sure your version of good actors are pretty young guys who do nothing but have sex and smile at the screen.” Because of his field, he was very much cynical on today’s actors. Most of them were just pretty people who really couldn’t’ act to save anyone’s lives. Every once in a while, there was someone that really blew him away, but for the majority of it, the days of good acting was over. When she huffed about Paul Newman, he actually laughed out loud. ”I was going for Tom Hanks. That man is brilliant.” Very sincerely. It was hard for her to try to insult him when he was being very serious about the matter. Tom Hanks was his favorite. Will Smith was a pretty close second to Tim Allen. That list could really go on if anyone would let him to.
Justin rolled his eyes at her, not believing that he was actually having this conversation with her. Anyone else that knew Justin knew that he was as straight as a line. The mathematical line. ”I didn’t say you couldn’t get one. I’m saying you’re doing a poor piss job at it.” He said, pointing to the man he had seen her with earlier, ”Tell me truly, you want your tongue anywhere in that mouth?” Just as he said that, the man had tasted this flavor drink that was mixed with several other things and all of his friends jumped back with gagging noises. Mixing drinks was good only sometimes. When it had some awful combination of a lot of things, not only was that poor choice and dangerous, but it was also pretty disgusting. Experimenting was never a good plan with drinking. Although, he supposed he couldn’t say that. It went against his motto. ”I am always that talent. I’m even the biggest talent at the Blackjack.” He told her with a very stern eye, narrowing them and having a hard stare. When was this chick going to quit?
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Dec 24, 2012 15:55:27 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes Altair could have laughed at his statement, he was sure everyone had seen her work her magic. Should she have felt ashamed? Should she have blushed and looked away, behaved demurely and straightened up her ways? She did nothing wrong. The woman had never hurt anyone with her wanton sexual exploits, even if there was one slip-up. A mistake. Everyone made them. Otherwise, she was content with herself, in what she had become. As for not impressing him? Disappointing as it was, it didn't completely crush her world. It made her wonder what she could do to impress him. Maybe sing showtunes? That seemed like a surefire way to turn him on. Honestly, she didn't want to think about the deeper psychology of Justin Duval, she didn't want to think about anyone's deeper psychology. There were a lot of reasons why, one of them being that people were messed up. Like real messed up, all the time, and she didn't want to deal with anyone else's problems. She didn't want relationships, she knew she couldn't handle herself in one. And she wasn't going to fuck Justin, not after the time she spent mocking his sexuality, but...who knew.
She snorted. He had a comeback for everything, didn't he? Altair supposed that's why she didn't just give up, throw in the towel and let him have his victory lap. "Is that what you think, Pretty Boy?" Mr. Tall, Blond, and Gorgeous saying anything about attractive actors and their plastered on smile performances? It was laughable. But she at least gave credit where credit's due, he knew at least one of her preferences. "Oh no, that's my preference for porn. See, actually cinema, I only enjoy it when something's exploding." Whether or not she was being serious would be left up in the air. Her sister would know, but that was because it was her sister. Rowena understood her more than anyone else could hope to, she knew the things that Altair just didn't talk about with anyone else. "Tom Hanks was the astronaut," she commented, remembering Apollo 13. "I don't know what he does for you. Have a thespian boner for him or something?" She didn't really know what was so special about him, what his charm was, his beauty. All she knew was that he seemed to be in a lot of movies that she didn't care about.
If Altair would have a serious conversation with the graduate, she would say she believed that everyone was at least a little gay. Even if it was for a moment, even a straight man had experienced a moment when he was attracted to another man. They might not be able to admit it, but that was Altair's views. She'd slept with women, most notably Rachael, and she could not deny that she was attracted to anyone she found aesthetically pleasing. So she supposed she was just a little bit gay. Of course, Justin wouldn't know about that. While busting his balls, it wasn't like she would sit him down, pat his hand, and tell him that the reason she called him gay was that because everyone was sometimes and she slept with women too. Heart-to-hearts were reserved for...well, no one in Altair's case. Deep and meaningful conversations never appealed to her.
Altair looked over at the indicated man, and snorted when she saw him. Making disgusting noises and doing disgusting things, she had actually encountered many like him in her time in the world. "Perhaps not his mouth," she said, and then let a smirk twitch over her lips. "But certainly other parts of his anatomy." She tilted her head, like she was waiting for his reaction. At one time she had done it Pretty Girl style, kissing anywhere but the mouth because sometimes the intimacy with a man who she knew had a wife waiting or who had no real respect for her body just unnerved her. It was why she didn't miss her old lifestyle. People who thought she was a complete whore had a lot to learn. "But no, I could do better." She could do Justin. Kind of fucked that one up for herself, though, didn't she? Maybe she shouldn't have been such a prick to him all the time. Too late now.
She blinked, raising her eyes from swirling the melting ice in her glass. He had the most serious expression on his face, and it amused her instead of turning her off and going to find someone else to spend her time with. "Oh Justin...really, I'm unconvinced. I mean, the reason I doubt you so much is because well..." She rolled her eyes, appearing to be in thought. "Do you even have a girlfriend? I have no proof here." Then, she made a daring move. One that would most likely not get her anywhere, because he made it clear that he didn't like her. And she didn't give any inclination of liking him at all, though it was a wonder how she truly felt underneath her usual facade. She stepped forward, her hand running across his stomach as she continued to ponder, "But what if I did have proof?" She lifted her eyebrows, a come on if there ever has been one. What the hell, she thought, she was aiming to get piss drunk anyway and sleeping with him seemed like a bright idea. He was hot, she appreciated his resilience, what more reason did she need?
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Dec 28, 2012 18:27:52 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] As an insult back, Justin had considered accusing her of being gay, but there were two problems with that. First off, just making the same insult at the person making the original insult was somewhat of a cheap move and didn’t do anyone any good. Just made him look weak. If anything, Justin had that creative side that was able to come up with new things. Secondly, with her behavior, that had likely happened anyway. Justin had no fantasies about any man, but man, girl on girl had to be one of the hottest things on Earth. He had no shame in admitting that too. Justin really tried to block any thoughts of girl on girl action that Altair was likely to have. That wasn’t going to help any sort of attraction he already had for the woman. He did nothing but insult her and loath her for the great annoyance she seemed to push on him, but hot dam, he couldn’t help it. Justin was just going to have to deal with that reality.
Pretty boy made him sound like he would be on the cover of play girl magazine. He wasn’t sure he liked that. Justin had the thought that most people wanted him, but to be that trashy was something different. Made him feel like a stripper. The irony of the comment made him at least take another smile before he took another drink down. If this was the only company he would manage to get, he needed to get shit wrecked in able to survive. Not too much that he wouldn’t remember it of course. He needed to remember what he said so he didn’t repeat himself in the future as the pair always seemed to run into each other. Most annoying, but she wasn’t worth enough to him to cause serious problems. Oh, such a shame. Justin would have tapped that in a heartbeat. And he usually wasn’t the one to be so quick in figuring out all these things. He always seemed to hint what he wanted and then would have to build. Very few times were the one nighters something he saw on the first night. Of course unless he was drinking. Then everything was up for grabs.
Justin nodded and scoffed, ”Oh I have no doubt.” Listening to whatever else. Porn wasn’t something new to Justin. What? When he had a girlfriend he wanted to stay loyal to, how else was he going to do it? When Justin had a girlfriend he really liked, he didn’t really think of her sexually. At least, that not being the first thing that came to mind. Men that said they didn’t watch porn didn’t know what they were missing out on. Justin didn’t like to announce that though. ”Oh, so a special effects kind of girl? Let me guess- transformers is one your favorite movies?” Justin loathed that movie. Mostly because of the heroine. Every time he was forced to watch it, he just couldn’t get over it. She was hot, but leave that sort of thing for different events. For example- modeling. Justin would have loved it if all he had to do to earn a living was pose for the camera. ”Yes, the astronaut.” He said with a roll of his eyes, ”No. Sorry, only women do it for me, no matter how much you tell yourself different.” There was a small growl in his words, as his cooled patient temper was really starting to take a sail down. She could only make so many jokes. ”Now find something new to insult me with. I dare you.” He challenged in a calmer tone.
When she said that, Justin would have liked to think the woman was looking right at him. Yes, she really could do better, but Justin wasn’t going to admit something like that to her. That wouldn’t help any case at all. She could probably have any man she wanted in there with a few easy words and a bat of her eyelashes. Perhaps a couple of shakes of her ass, but that was only on extreme occasions. Justin didn’t respond, taking another drink and finally starting to feel the effect. His eye sight was becoming less focused and all of the sights around him were suddenly fascinating. The burning of the liquor was making him warm, even if it felt one hundred degrees in here. As she continued, he was irritated he couldn’t really tell her different, ”Not currently but several in the past. At the moment, I’m not interested in any ties.” He had no idea when that was going to change, but anything could happen.
He was dream. His eyes followed her and her move was made. What would be more perfect than to reject her right now? Oh, God, but… she was about to throw herself at him. There was no sane man that would say no to that. Still, his loathing kept it a small hesitation. He looked at his glass, considering the manner. Suddenly, a very slick smile came across his face, ”Don’t be silly, I loath you.” He told her simply, but not helping himself and leaning in and growling softly in her ear, ”Don’t tempt me.” Wishing to hell she was pinned against a wall at the moment, he leaned back, feeling the tension more than ever now. He was trying not to give in, but the other part of him was saying fuck it. The alcohol and her, mostly.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 3, 2013 0:05:00 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes If Altair cared what other people thought of her, whore or bitch or other unseemly words used for women, then she would probably be a lot nicer to others. Her ego did all the work for her, decided that she didn't care about what people said about her. It had bothered her when she was younger. Heads had rolled. But nowadays, she liked to provoke people into a fight if they ever did that without growing particularly angry. Well, that was actually a lie. One could piss her off pretty easily, it just took the right buttons.
She grimaced when he brought up Transformers. "Oh god, now you're going to get all cinematically high-and-mighty, aren't you?" The Fire elemental could already see him on his high horse. If she said yes, he'd probably say it sucked, just because she enjoyed it. Maybe not. She couldn't honestly predict him, but she could judge him. "Yeah, I liked it. Robots. Explosions. That's all I need." Anything with violence, it had her attention. She didn't have high expectations except for that something must explode or it's a waste of ninety-two minutes. Altair listened to the rest of his words without really caring. But then something caught her attention. A dare, now? She rolled her eyes. Now she was intimidated. So much so! Oh how Justin made her quiver in her Jimmy Choo's. "You look like a stretched out child. And you aren't very funny." Another sip. Another step to a hangover the next morning, a headache if she's lucky. A score if she is exceedingly so. "See, I can be creative, I just have favorites." That was the best way to describe it, like how people had songs and artists and favorites of all kinds.
The next sentence caught her attention. No ties. Well, wasn't that interesting? She actually liked hearing that. He wasn't the kind of person that believed a one-night stand meant attachment. It wasn't only in women, as most men would be oh so shocked to discover. Men could be very clingy, the calls and the pining and it was annoying as any woman could be. "You're speaking my kind of language." Her eyes smoldered as she circled the ice in her glass with the straw. "But clearly, you're not helping your case." Then she looked as if she remembered something. "Oh, right, I need to be creative. Have you thought of a haircut, by the way?" It was really much too fun too insult him, especially as she was becoming less and less aware of everything in general.
The words still rung in her head. No ties. None. And he smiled, a very suspicious smile that she didn't know how to interpret. Her response: a shrug of her shoulders. "Stretched-out baby aside, you're very fit. And it doesn't matter how much you hate me." Interestingly enough, he only really managed to ruffle her feathers, not outright enrage her. She supposed that was pretty good considering her track record and all. Plus, since when did she ever factor how much she cared about person into sleeping with them? Pulling him in closer, her hand against his waist, she leaned up to say into his ear. "But you are tempted." She pulled back, her hand still resting on his waist.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Jan 6, 2013 22:46:34 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] As soon as she grimaced, he knew he had her. It was hard to really deny the truth, and she must have known it. The little sarcastic sneer came at him, but he hardly even took it. Justin liked winning this little battle they had. When she had first approached him, it might have seemed the other way around, but now that he was getting a little more to drink, his attitude was different. Less modest and professional like he usually was, but that was the fun of it. That was why he was left in a place where most people went as opposed to the Blackjack Bar. It wasn’t really his nice to be professional. Especially with the way she was looking. If he could have (and if she would be the one to allow it) he might have had that. Perhaps if Justin would have sucked it up, he could have a long time ago, but pride always kept him from it. Hate sex was only good when there was alcohol involved.
But his only response really was to laugh with amusement of him at least getting that point. It made him feel a little better mood in her presence. Perhaps if she weren’t such a stupid bitch, he would actually enjoy most of her humor. Alas- the only time he laughed was when he saw she was making a fool out of herself in some manner or another. ”Knew it.” It was about now that the alcohol was starting to take in some effect. It was only going to get worse from here, and most of the time for Justin, it came all at once, so it wouldn’t be long. But now he could start to see his change in vision and hand-eye coordination. All of the lights in the place were really starting to blend together. As well as the people- including some of the women he had been looking at when he first came in. It seemed that Altair stood out though. Mostly because she was right in front of him making snippy conversation, but her bright hair and her expressions all made her different. It was enough for Justin to be amused for the time being. Whatever time she wasn’t taking defending herself was less insulting him. The less insulting he received, the least upset he got. Always a plus.
Another laugh escaped his lips. If he had been insecure, perhaps he would have taken that comment and sulked, looking himself over and realizing it was true. Since Justin had to be the complete opposite of that word, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, as if he were dealing with a beginner and didn’t understand how to explain it to her. It was a little better than being called gay. And Justin knew very well that he was the funniest person he knew. ”A stretched-out child? How many children do you know?” He asked with that same amused look he had, ”And I’m hilarious, thank you.” There was a slight slur as he said that, taking a drink of his brand new drink the bartender kept bringing to him without him asking. They knew it was their job, so the whole sneaking in thing was perfect, but man, this was going to get him in trouble. Justin usually didn’t have the most terrible of hangovers, but he wasn’t about to experiment to see how true that statement was.
That had to be the only thing the pair had in common, he realized. Both of them were horny beautiful beasts. It was so unfortunate. They both had to know it. Justin watched her carefully and perched his eyebrow when Altair commented on the language. It was a language, no doubt. Only some people really understood it. It may have had to be learned the hard way- and in Justin’s case it had- but several people came in and out of the language. Some of those forgot and decided to go ahead with it anyway. Justin watched through his life and found that nothing lasted. Best friends had to be the closest thing and even that ended up being the short hand in some cases. It was a sad fact, but it was a fact none the less. ”You mean- you’re not the one to have relationships? I’m shocked! For how long?” He asked sarcastically, throwing a rhetorical question in there as well. Picturing her with anyone actually made his stomach turn and he frowned deeply. It was a jealousy thing. Someone being that big of a bitch being that happy made Justin a very unhappy person. It would only be when her heart was broken he would be satisfied. Justin didn’t have a lot of hatred with his enemies, but it would be a lie to say that he never in the history of his life wished harm on them. Truly, did he mean it? No. Not a lot of people deserved that. It’ d probably end up making her worse.
Justin blinked. Another thing he took pride in oddly enough was his hair. It wasn’t anything special to most, but it wasn’t ragged and in dreads like he saw some of these people running around. Realizing that thinking about it wasn’t actually helping his case, he just shook his head and huffed at her, becoming very annoyed very fast. But yet, all of the toxic waste in his system was making all that tension he felt between them increase. Justin was trying. That boy was really trying. She wasn’t making it any better on the poor guy. He was very fit, indeed. ”Was that a compliment coming out of your mouth?” She liked to play with him, didn’t she? Pulling him closer and hand against waste and everything. Justin thought he wasn’t going to touch, but the hand that reached up to trail along her neckline had a different idea. ”I am. You placed your very talented nature against me. That is highly unfair.” He was trying to let her go on her way. Tease and leave like he normally did, but this was way too tempting and he was never good with resisting any kind of temptation. Not much longer and he was done. ”If you do this any longer, I’m afraid we’ll be forced to get a cab. I believe they frown upon activities like that in public.”
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Jan 9, 2013 11:55:31 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes Altair rolled her eyes. She wasn't in for fighting Justin about his views on cinema. That would be equally dull and frustrating, not that he would have the same views. That's probably what he and his buddies talked about. Suddenly she had an image in her head of him and his pals sitting at a bar, drinking PBR, discussing Broadway theater. And as she was learning, he wouldn't care about that thought. He wouldn't care that she judged him for something he had a passion for, and that was irritating in itself. She might have hated secure people as much as she hated insecure people (though what she was really getting at was the fact that she hated everyone, equally). She wasn't a people person, or rather could be as long as people shut up and did what she saw fit in her narrow scope of acceptable.
She turned her head to the side. How many children did she know? "Oh, I tend to see them around, so I'm pretty sure I know what they look like." Altair spoke the last part as if she were speaking to one of those children. She had to shake her head at his words, barely even noticing how drunk he was getting because hey, they were both drunk at this point and it was normal. Completely, dizzily, normal. "About as funny as Robin Williams in his later years," she commented dryly. Ooh, burn, old Robin Williams zinger. She knew she still had it, even with alcohol burning through her veins.
Altair knew she would be happiest only when single. She didn't understand people who locked themselves into a relationship with the same person, day after day, month after month. It was an unimaginable rut that eventually turned into marriage which turned into children which turned into divorce. She believed in love, though she hadn't ever felt the romantic sort -- but she believed you could have feelings for many people at once and shouldn't have to be forced to settle down with one. That was sentencing yourself to boredom. "It happened around the time when I realized relationships are boring and monotonous," she said with the same wry tone as earlier, expressing just how much she disliked the whole commitment thing. He was probably the type who liked it, another one of her assumptions about him that she would believe true because anything that she thought had to be the absolute right.
A smile flickered at his response. That was right, she knew how to flatter. "It happens sometimes," she responded. Mostly when she just wanted something from someone else, but wasn't that how compliments worked? It gave her a bad feeling in her stomach to think of people giving compliments just because -- it was weird. She shrugged. "I don't really play fair," she told him, before taking his hand in hers, tugging lightly like a child pulling him to come see something. "I can call one, you know, if you're not so against me being terribly unfair?" Then she once again leaned up so she wouldn't have to speak so loudly, because really, how romantic was yelling above the stereo system? "But I really don't mind the public." In truth, she'd be happy with just the bathroom stall, but whatever he needed to get his rocks off.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Jan 30, 2013 0:21:18 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] Justin did have to give her one thing. As soon as he challenged that she wasn’t clever, suddenly the clever shown out of her. It wasn’t the clever that really caught his interest. It was the sudden spark that she had in order to defend herself. Might have told herself that she didn’t care what he said (and perhaps she didn’t) but there was something functioning in her brain to make her do that. Whether it was directly or indirectly didn’t matter to him, but he knew what he saw. It was enough to make him muse lightly, smirking as he watched her. Damn her beauty. Just damn it all to hell. She was like that frightening siren that was in all the myths. Beautiful but a bitch that was likely going to kill you if she didn’t get what she wanted. Maybe Altair wasn’t all that extreme in going ahead and taking someone’s life, but his point and picture was the same. The girl was also very easily bored and not entertained as well as distracted.
That was just by Justin’s observation. Though he thought it might as well been those of a medical scientist, they were in no way one hundred percent right. He just liked to think they were. What he knew was pretty street smart. Not always accurate. ”Yes, there are so many children running around the places you spend your time.” People thought they knew kids, but until they had a younger sibling, they had no idea. Not that Justin didn’t love his brother. He just hadn’t spent much time with the kid since he came here. Whatever the rhyme or reason. Justin just didn’t really picture her even noticing children unless they were screaming. The ones that were running with the rest of the family and the soccer moms pushing the cart full of junk. Not that he minded them. Truthfully, there was something strong about a mother pulling her own. It was the obnoxious helicopter moms that he wasn’t able to stand with all his might. But really, who couldn’t? Even the kids were usually groaning loudly when they had to deal with him.
See? This is what he meant. Before all she had were gay jokes that were irritating the man more than he let on, and now she was moving onto something different. ”Although inaccurate much like your other insults, that was what I mean by clever. Did you come up with that one on your own?” He asked, as if he were truly amazed by the feat. He was having just as much fun as she was. This they did all the time. It was the drinking together and finding that the tension was just increasing by the night. This wasn’t done and Justin had always known why. It was one of the most dangerous things he could have put himself in. Yet, there he was, playing with fire. Quite literally, playing with fire. One of his favorite lines to use with the fire elements. Although those were generally harder to get. They got too huffy for him to even think about making a move. Besides, he honestly got along more with earth and water, but thunder and fire didn’t bother him too awful much. He just wondered how they stood each other. Two tempers usually weren’t a good thing.
Now, that he had to disagree on. The relationships weren’t boring and monotonous if there were the right people together. Though someone with as short of an attention span as her might have a couple of problems with that. Frankly, some of the most fun that Justin ever had was with one of his past girlfriends. There was a different kind of thrill. Though he pictured Altair being the heart breaker instead of the heart broken. ”I should have known that had been your complaint.” He teased lightly. Finding himself teasing more instead of going to banter back and forth was strange. Most defiantly was the alcohol. Too much of this girl he didn’t like to tease her. Unless it was something more rough and his style. But what he just said? He frowned at himself. What was he letting down his guard? This is why Justin thought it would be better if he simply didn’t care.
The smile feeling this time though was rather mutual. At least, that’s what he was getting from all of this. The dangerous game they were about to play and probably regret later. Wait- that’s right. He regretted absolutely not a single thing. ”I noticed. Maybe I could play the game with a disadvantage. It’s always makes it more fun when I win.” He challenged with glittering eyes. Whatever game and whatever place he was going to come up as- winner or loser- he had the feeling he was still going to benefit as much. As well as her. He was being pulled, he stood and then started guiding. Away from the door in the back. ”Figure of speech my dear. The cab part. And theres no reason to scar the rest of these people for life.” There was a new look in Justin’s face. One that showed a different kind of passion as he devilishly lead her blindly to the back, feeling all the dizziness of the alcohol settle in. They reached the back, and that was the end. Justin put her against the wall and kissed her, placing his hands on her hips. Time guiding into it would be less time for other things, including foreplay. Justin knew how to wisely spend his time, as he was sure Altair understood. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY [/color][/size] kiss the sweat away to the radio [/font] [/center]
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Feb 1, 2013 23:18:05 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes Altair grinned when he made a comment about her being around children. Oh, he must know everything she did and everywhere she went. He just knew everything about her. "Do I really seem so shady?" she asked. Standing in a club, swaying a bit, drink in hand as she insulted someone who honestly, never did anything to earn her scorn. He had simply been born, and she decided to make an enemy out of him. "I do normal things. I have to go shopping, don't I?" She could be quite the domesticated person. Her life wasn't full of partying, as it had once been way back when she first started at the Academy. She had a lot of responsibilities, she had things to do, she was an adult. That meant something to her, and she actually had a firm sense of responsibility. She may not have spent time around kids -- in all honesty, they tended to bother her -- but she knew enough about them from doing these domestic things. Shopping, walking through parks, everything normal that any human being had to do.
She rolled her eyes at Justin. Not exaggeratedly as she may have with her "friends", or better yet Rowena. But with plain and clear exasperation. He tended to do that to her, probably one of the reasons she targeted him, if for nothing else. Usually her first instinct when seeing a hot individual would be to flirt with them, but some people...well, she just had to make her opinions of them known. "What, jealous of the fact that I can make accurate judgments?" She didn't even call it an insult, even though it was. No, she preferred to inform him that she pinned down a part of his personality. He wasn't funny because she didn't think he was funny. He was only pretty to look at, and sometimes he had good points. She didn't really listen to those anyway.
The day Altair got into a relationship was the day that she finally snapped. It didn't appeal to her when she saw couples together. It was agonizing, as a matter of fact. Love was ugly to look at, it was doe eyes and pet names and proving to each other that they loved them. She couldn't do that, she didn't like proving herself to anyone. "Of course. What's the appeal? It's a...rut." That was the perfect word for it, as she leaned back, swaying a little and looking pleased with herself. "And not even a good rut. The same person coming home every day, with the same personality and the same jokes and the same everything. Not to mention the same moves in bed. Boorinnnggg." Where was the appeal in that? Hell, even a polyandrous relationship did not appeal to her because that would be more people to be committed to. What was wrong with sleeping with who you wanted and experiencing new things every day? She couldn't imagine ever being chained, and if the chance were that she did fall in love, it would have to be an open relationship. Or she would just keep it to herself.
The metaphor was amusing, to say the least. It made her smile wryly, knowing exactly what kind of game they were speaking of. Or rather, what game she wanted them to be speaking of. "You think you can play with a handicap, hmm? We'll see how good you are." It was obvious what she had implied, it didn't take a genius to figure out she had dropped all insults and semblance of hating him. She lifted her eyebrows at him, but followed, easily coming along with him. Finally. She couldn't deny that she had always wanted this, that she'd thought about it even when telling him how annoying he was. And when he pushed her against the wall, hands on her hips, she pressed against him willingly. And when he kissed her, she reached her fingers into his hair, leaning up to press even further against him. She was very excited for this game.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Feb 11, 2013 23:38:27 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] Most of the time, Justin was a snobby picky little boy who only wanted the best of everything. He was particular about his food, his drinks, and his women. However, when he actually started drinking, everything turned around and became a different story. Like most people, he was less uptight. Justin wasn’t really uptight to begin with. Just spoiled. A laid back spoiled rich kid that was picky? Yes, most of the time he was just a giant contradictory to himself, but it didn’t really bother him all of that much. That was one of the glorious things about Justin. He didn’t care. Unless you had blonde hair and kept calling him stupid and gay with every chance that was taken, in which he would be annoyed enough to respond. Trying to seem calm. As seen by viewers that had spotted the two. Except now it had transformed into something completely different. Something he was probably going to reg- nope. No. He’d feel icky about, but he would know what not to do. At least she’d finally know he wasn’t in fact gay.
Justin laughed low to himself, shaking his head at her as she seemed almost insulted by the thought of her seeing so dark. Oh fire elements were almost as bad as thunder on how prideful they were. It was like pride with a temper to cover it up. ”You don’t want to hear it, but yes. You come off completely heartless my dear.” Though Justin was blunt, he never was usually harshly blunt. He tried to be relatively calm about things, but considering he actually didn’t like the bitch, it was something different. Drunk or not, there was still a part of him that really wished she would go away. The other part was wanting to leap at her like a lion and get all of this tension over with before he couldn’t control it anymore. ”No, figured you’d have someone to do it for you.” He said sarcastically, though his voice was just as smooth as light as ever. If with the longest slurs through his mouth on top of all of that.
He had guessed that she would take his compliments and turn it into a thing against him. Now that wasn’t creative. Back her old streak, it seemed. So with a very disappointed almost sad look, he narrowed his eyes at her, ”No, silly. Because you used a Robin Williams joke.” He took a last drink and looked at the empty glass. Really needed to stop. It was in Justin’s head. Come on, remember what was going on in the morning. That didn’t happen very often, but maybe if he tried to stop now, he would be able to remember what was going on between the two. In case she repeated some things. Or worse- he repeated something and she remembered it. That would be the worse. Now that both of them had pretty much gone their separate ways, he didn’t see her often. Yet, at times like these, it seemed that the pair was enough to find each other once again. Some people couldn’t get away from him.
A rut. Justin wasn’t going to say it because she was easily going to spin this in her direction if he did. Even with his common sense at this point he knew better than that. Mostly, he remembered his best friend repeating he sounded like a Hallmark card the time he said it. Though that had been in friendly gesture, coming out of her mouth would be different. But it wasn’t always a rut. Just had to find the right person to keep it interesting. That was Justin’s biggest problem. He lost interest. Yet, there had been those he hadn’t lost interest on. They thought differently, however, and decided to leave him instead. What it was like to be in a relationship was more than what people thought. To be in love. It was so different than all the hater rumors out in the world. All of this kept in his head. ”Indeed. I get bored easily.” Made sure that he kept from lying through his teeth. It wasn’t a false statement.
The gears suddenly switched. She didn’t push him away and laugh at him for a moment. Not that he expected her too. No one could quite resist him. He was sure she was thinking the same thing. He didn’t doubt it with the way she kissed and moved. More than he expected. Oh, let the games begin.
Justin grumbled and opened his eyes slowly. The morning headache was beginning already and he groaned. What the fuck had he done last night? The last thing he remembered was talking to Altair and deciding that it was a good idea to drink. Justin hardly remembered everything. What he did remember came in flashes later during the day. It was lost memory and pretty awful. Still. He felt something next to him, which meant the night wasn’t totally terrible and what he was going to remember of it was probably going to be stoked in his memory for good. Justin sleepily turned his head and felt more awake than ever. Oh god, no, no way. How did this happen? What he saw next to him?! Altair?! She had always been incredibly sexy and such, but man, Justin. He didn’t know what to do. Justin nudged her to make sure she would wake up, undoubtly going to be as hung-over as he was if she had agreed to this.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Feb 15, 2013 14:11:35 GMT -5
i want a girl with shoes that cut and eyes that burn like cigarettes Altair woke up from a nudge she couldn't place upon immediately waking, chalking up her currently conscious state to the light in the room. A thumping headache knocked against her skull, the kind that usually accompanied a dry throat and soreness. However, as she blinked her eyes she found herself without the usual side-effects of a hangover. She took a moment to thank whatever merciful force helped her avoid a hangover (she hinged it on young age) before shifting a little and realizing that oh, she did not have clothes on. Not unusual at all, and she was quite comfortable in this situation.
Until she turned over and saw who the lucky contestant was from last night. "Aww, come on," she whispered, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling to glare at the god that had earlier saved her from dry heaves and back aches. She supposed waking up with the man she made a point to harass was what she got in return, her quid pro quo. Not fair. Even though her initial reaction was to recoil, she felt a mingled sense of fear and success. Not like she never thought he was hot. Even he knew that she would have jumped his bones were she not too busy ridiculing him. It fed his ego, she bet, and that's where she supposed they were the same. They both knew they were attractive, they both knew they could get whoever they wanted. Or most whoever; she remembered a boy at a party who had denied her and got her in a tizzy, but he like everyone else would soon fade to the background. She didn't think she'd be forgetting this any time soon, though.
"Ah, fuck, you're awake aren't you?"
Altair still didn't realize that he'd woken her up, and instead of saying anything more, she lifted the covers a little an smirked as she peaked down. "Huh. Not complaining." It was more said to herself than anything, and as she shifted to sit up, she pulled her hair out of her eyes, wanting to tie it in a knot but knowing that her body would never forgive her should she do it. She wondered how bad Justin was faring, maybe he lucked out. If he didn't, she knew ways to help him out but would she be that kind to him? Probably not. It wasn't in her nature to help anyone out, even people she had slept with the night before. She looked around at the room, figuring that it was Justin's place. Interesting. Never once had she thought she'd end up there, never once did she think she'd ever get drunk enough to end up banging him like she would bang any other anonymous person.
Even so, it didn't change anything. She didn't view him differently now they'd been physically intimate together. Because sex had always just been sex to her, nothing more and nothing less. It was always purely physical, from the moment she realized she could sell her body like some people sold books and music. Though she stopped that and always felt glad she did, her mindset hadn't changed. Justin would forever remain Justin to her, a Wind graduate with a killer smile and a sexy voice who somehow managed to irritate her with his existence. She couldn't place the reason why, maybe how he spoke to her with that voice. Or maybe because she just couldn't seem to get along perfectly with anyone. She didn't mourn that aspect. Who needed friends when one could have success and enemies and power? Somehow, that thought struck her harder than it should have.
"So are you gonna make me breakfast or what?" she asked as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, leaning down to pick up whatever clothes she could identify as hers. Unable to resist, she added, "I mean, I shagged your bony rump, I should get something out of it." She didn't sound like she was joking, and though he couldn't see her face, she smirked a little to herself. For all intents and purposes, she sounded as though she was very unhappy to find herself there. In truth, she was still figuring it out as she slipped on her pants, feeling just a little sore as the fabric rubbed against sensitive places. At least she was hungry, something that rarely happened when she woke up in the bed of a stranger. Usually, she was eager to get out of there. And yet, she didn't want to run out like a coward. She wanted to show Justin that she had been completely in control of everything last night, even though she sure as hell hadn't been. It was all just smoke and mirrors.
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Post by JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL on Feb 22, 2013 17:37:07 GMT -5
DIZZY HURRICANE [/color][/font] oh god i'm sick of sleeping alone[/center] Justin just hoped that the girl next to him wasn’t dead. If she had been drunk enough to have sex with him last night, it seemed that could have been a likely possibility. Although she seemed to be the type to drink all the time, so he didn’t move. Justin was pretty sure that her chest was rising, but that could have been an illusion his eyes had wanted to see. Flashes were starting to come back to him the more he looked at her. Some of the things really shocking him. It turns out that angry sex really was better. Justin already sort of knew that small detail from experience with others, but everything around him was just proving his point. It could have been the person, but he doubted it. Despite what happened, Justin didn’t really look up to her anymore. There was nothing in his stomach that made him like her more. In fact, he wasn’t sure how he thought about it. Really she had always been attractive. Justin understood that he was also quite the horny bastard when he was drunk. The same rule applied when he was very tired, and who knew how late the pair went.
She woke though. Justin rushed out a lung full of air, seeing that her being dead would have been the worse inconvenience. Although he wouldn’t have minded if she shut up. Justin threw his head into the pillow, only having minimal breathing air and not even caring at that moment. Altair had to be thinking the same thing. Well, there was one thing certain. Justin had finally showed the girl that he was for a fact not a gay theater kid. Just the theater part. There was no way she could throw those at him, as he would be quick to point out that she knew for himself. A point that he was sure she was as happy as he was about. When she spoke out loud, he turned his body towards her, furrowing his brow together. Well of course he was awake. He woke her up. ”Who do you think woke you up?” Then something occurred to him and he did a quick look around the place. ”At least, it is just you and I, right?” Not that he would have minded a threesome, really, but it would be better if he actually knew if someone was lurking around in his place or not. Or they could have left and Justin would never know. Huh.
Justin looked at her and sighed, almost as if he were completely un-amused. That’s what he had been telling her all along! There was no reason to complain! No one complained for a reason. Least now she had first-hand experience. Though he was rolling his eyes, he was also looking at the lifted up covers. Justin wasn’t sure if she ought to have the satisfaction she just gave him, but he also was sure she already knew it. ”Don’t sound too surprised now.” Even if the comment wasn’t really meant for him, he was going to respond what he heard. After that, he rolled back over in position he was at, fighting the headache on him, wishing his sunglasses were in a spot he could actually reach them without having to get up. Laying face first into the pillow just seemed like the better option than having to go over and get them from whatever place they were lurking. Actually, now thinking about it, they were probably in his car. Oh, he could use one of those secret cure for hangovers right about then. Everyone was so focused on cures. Why wasn’t hangover on that list? If it was, why didn’t he know about it?
Whatever she did next really didn’t matter to Justin. As long as she didn’t go over and steal everything of value, it didn’t matter to him. He had an old watch that was his father’s lying on the dresser beside him, and as long as he didn’t hear that being taken off, he was probably just going to lay there until she left. That was usually what he did when women came over because most were busy and had to be places and such. Girlfriends and boyfriends to meet. She stirred, he assumed, and he imagined her picking up all of her clothes in order to head out of there and think about everything. If she even cared. This to her was probably something she dealt with on a daily basis. Justin didn’t judge. He just didn’t like her, so it was easier to pick on things like that. Even if she didn’t insult him anymore, Justin was sure that he would still put his nose up in her direction. Bicker whenever they could and ignore when they couldn’t. Sounded like a plan.
However, her plan made him lift his head up again. She started walking and then said it as if it was a favor she did for him. Oh, hell no. That was not how it worked around here. Justin rolled over, propping himself on his elbows. No, after a night with him, one was lucky if they weren’t on their knees bowing to the man. Or whatever else. ”You got plenty out of it.” His morning voice still a little raspy despite feeling all sorts of awake and all sorts of complaints in his head about stirring. His head was screaming at him just to lay there and be good, but Justin’s pride was more important. ”I believe you have this mixed around. You see, you are the one to get up and make me a sandwich. Except I’m feeling gracious, so you have the choice of making me whatever tastes good. And no poison.” Not that he would have poison handy, but he had been with some crazy bitches even crazier than Altair. He regretted nothing. YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY [/color][/size] kiss the sweat away to the radio [/font] [/center]
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