pull me under drink me in*[ALTAIR]

[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

i want a girl with shoes that cut

and eyes that burn like cigarettes

Why did he have to be attractive? All of this would have been a lot better if she could sneer at him and act derisive and not feel the physical attraction. The chemicals in her brain wouldn't allow her to get out of this without thinking that he, in fact, was good in bed. That didn't mean she liked him any better, though in truth, she didn't hate him as much as it may have seemed. It may have been like that with everyone, she thought. She'd always been tough with people, upfront about her thoughts and that turned people off. She had no filter, she obviously didn't care about anyone's feelings but her own, though sometimes people pushed through. Sometimes she ended up respecting them. Rachael turned out to be one of the only friends she had, and of course that friendship included some great physical aspects, but she had never been one to actually seek friendship with another person. She supposed that was just the way she worked. Altair could be pinned down to basic primal functions, fucking and fighting. Justin had been the object of both.

She sent a withering sort of look at him when he questioned her on who she thought had waked her up. "I realize that now, asshat," she said. When first waking, no one had the state of mind to figure out just what had prodded them into consciousness in the first place. Though she was actually more peaceful in the morning than any other time, she still wasn't very friendly. "Oh yes, just you and me, how wonderful," she said when he said that it was at least the two of them. "As a matter of fact, my ideal morning." In a way, it could be considered that. She laid a hot guy. No extreme hangover, just minor pains. It helped that she had always been a morning person.

But just because she was a morning person, didn't mean she would be ready to cuddle and coo and pet his ego anymore than he just had. "Sorry, I just thought your ego was compensating for something," she said with a "charming" half-smile, patting down the sheets. That's how it worked for men, right, they acted big when they were actually very tiny. "I guess that means your attitude must be making up for something else, then. Maybe poor acting skills?" She hadn't actually seen him on stage before, but this was another of her assumption. Who knew how far off base it may have been? No matter what, she wouldn't be playing nice as the word "nice" did not even exist in her vocabulary.

She looked inquisitively at Justin when he pushed himself up on his elbows, telling her that she must make him a sandwich. I'm not even mad, she thought, though the idea of poison intrigued her. Or maybe she would go along with burning the entire place down. As Altair had never made a sandwich for any man before, she'd never even cooked for anyone but herself, she didn't think she would be changing this anytime soon. Especially not for Justin, who just turned out to be so lucky as to have a night with her. He should really not have even trusted her to touch his food, seeing as poison wasn't the only horrible thing she could do to it, and as of right now she had such ideas in her head. That was, if she were to debase herself and heed his request. That simply was not how she rolled.

Instead of heading to the kitchen, however, she slid back on the bed and crawled over to him, straddling his waist. She placed her hands on either side of him so that she hovered close. "I don't think you're very deserving of that sandwich," she told him, tapping his nose. "If I can walk to the kitchen, then you've done very poor. Seeing as that's the case, you can make your own food, champ." Altair sat back against his legs, brushing her bangs away. Sandwiches were unhealthy for breakfast, anyway, not only was he annoying but he had poor food choices as well. Such a terrible combination.

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

DIZZY HURRICANE

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If anyone would have asked Justin, he would have told someone that he really didn’t have an ego. He had confidence. He wasn’t sure why people tended to confuse the two. Right now, whatever it was he really had, was boosting over the top. On one hand, it really could have been her wasted. However, he also knew that he had managed to get her when he too was wasted. What he always remembered of his drunken times was that he was a pretty stupid ass drunk when it really came down to it. Horny- yes, as everyone. But stupid. He didn’t think. He couldn’t say that finding out sleeping with Altair was a bad thing. She was hot. Very sexy fine, and he was sure that if he got any flashbacks from the previous night- they’d be spectacular, but there was still something about enemies with benefits. She had caved into him even after how much she disliked him. That was something he was proud of. He wasn’t sure why, but the title enemies with benefits also didn’t sound too shabby.

The nicknames weren’t changing. Yep the mutual feeling of ‘you’re hot but I hate you’ didn’t really change. Justin really didn’t think he had a shot in that category anyway. Not that he even cared. All he wanted was for his throbbing headache to stop and perhaps some of the good memories come back to him. They were starting to a little bit. They always came back in a blur in little groups that hardly made sense. Not all that different than if he remembered all of it, but come on. It was one of those nagging things he couldn’t really think about. If he thought too much about it, his head hurt even more. What was worse was that Justin didn’t do too well with painkillers and hangovers. It seemed to just make the pain increase and never stop for longer periods of time. Painkillers worked any other time, but for some reason, his body said no when it was in this state. At her next comment, he glanced over at her, tilting his eyebrow, ”Don’t tell me you’re a morning person.” Most night owls weren’t morning people- like himself. Nothing annoyed morning people more than someone who wasn’t a morning person.

Again with the ego business. He rolled his eyes gently, as rolling them too heavily would have made that headache seem to go in a circle of painful to really painful. He was just going to have to watch what he did for the next couple of moments. ”It’s called confidence. And it compensates for nothing. You’re doing that girl thing. Looking into things that are just as simple as they appear.” Justin told her. He didn’t understand where that mindset came from. If something was said, they analyzed it like it was a fucking piece of a life-long puzzle. Usually, the only thought process he really put into what something said was comprehending it and trying to figure out if there was a hint of sarcasm. With his dry sense of humor, people didn’t really understand when he was kidding. The tone and teasing was in the same. That he understood why you would have to look into. However, this was pretty damn straight forward. ”Yes, you caught me. That’s why I get the parts I try out for. Try again.” The first half sarcastic (trying to sound more sarcastic so she didn’t get any thoughts that he was serious) but the ending left an amused note. It was going to be damn hard for her to come up with insults, wasn’t it? That street worked both ways though unfortunately.

If Justin had the ability to fall back asleep after he woke up, he would gladly roll over and try to sleep even with the girl chatting. However, it seemed that it was an impossible feat. Once he was up, he was up whether it be at noon or at three o’clock in the morning. His body was like his own damn alarm clock. However, the moves she was making next seemed to perk him up a little bit. She was hovering, but one slip. Was that a compliment coming out of her mouth? Justin smirked. Probably one of the only times he would look upon her pleasantly. ”Impressive. You’re still as big of a tease as I remember.” Or what he did remember. The girl was swore, and he was impressed that she admitted it to him. Most didn’t. They wanted to clench their teeth and roll over, saying they were tired. It was good to know what was actually going on. One of the reasons he didn’t do sports. If he was feeling like utter crap, he wasn’t hearing a coach screaming ‘just walk it off, it’s only a broken back’. He was wondering if he should give the same advice to her. Putting an arm forward, he pushed one of her hands out so that she was no longer hovering. All the teasing was very welcoming, but Justin also liked contact. ”You only get better by walking though.” He taunted slightly.

YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY

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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

i want a girl with shoes that cut

and eyes that burn like cigarettes

Like many people who lent an ear to the rumor mill, Altair knew the words whispered about her. While they used to infuriate her like nothing else, now she understood herself well enough to know the truth. Some things people may not have attributed to the woman could be an unrivaled devotion to her sister, her intense desire for cleanliness, and her love of mornings. Only a few times did she ever sleep in on the weekends, and it left her feeling rather icky. "Fine then, I won't." She shrugged. Any opportunity when she could be snarky, and she took it. By this point, it wasn't very surprising at all. She couldn't be labeled as unpredictable, really, but that was fine by her.

Altair was very tempted to roll her eyes at him. Girl thing. "You're doing that guy thing. Being jealous of women's capacity for intellect." She could play that game too, the angry feminist way. Though it had such a negative cast on it, the word suit her well, and in the purist form. Altair did not believe that women should be put above men, she just didn't care for social constructs that bound her into being labeled a whore or a bitch, when she was just a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it. She gave a short 'hmph', huffing like an angry cat. So he got the parts he tried out for? Well good for him. Still didn't impress her, didn't change her mind. And maybe that was the problem in the first place; she was far too stubborn. "Some people are just easily impressed," she countered. "Doesn't mean you have anything to contribute to the acting world." Altair may not have considered herself cynical, necessarily, but she was incredibly critical.

She lifted her eyebrows when he spoke, remembering how she had been a tease before. And she was a tease with him, she supposed, though she was really doing what she did best. What she knew how to do. She collapsed when he moved her arm, but simply shifted so that she rested on his chest, fingers tracing up to his neck. Though she was being affectionate, she wasn't honestly being lovey dovey. She simply enjoyed the touch on skin on hers, the feeling of him underneath her. Who wouldn't? She would never deny such honest chemical reactions because what was the point. Altair was not ashamed of being attracted to him, even if she hated him because there was a difference between physical and emotional. She felt nothing emotionally, never did, and she was someone who didn't have to be told that there was nothing more between her and anyone she slept with.

She sighed. "Well, all I know is you have an interesting concept of treatment," Altair told him, a few moments after he said that walking would make it better for her. She slid further up against his body to place a kiss on his lips, teasing him for a moment before she broke it off and spoke again. "Words of wisdom for the future: don't ask a woman like me to make you food." There were many reasons for it, and not just because of the prospect of cooking. She imagined other women would have caved easily, said all right and went to make a sandwich for him. That was their prerogative. Altair? She didn't work for anybody except her agency and herself.

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

DIZZY HURRICANE

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Nope, things didn’t change a bit. Which actually was fine with Justin, considering he would have been a little weirded out if she was all of a sudden different to him. Despite the previous night, he still felt the same about her. So if she would have felt different, the situation would be very awkward very fast. A rule he used to have with his one nighters and hookups were simply this- if one of them started liking the other, they couldn’t do it anymore. Justin preferred his relationships drama and complicated-free. A nearly impossible move, yes, he understood that, but whatever he could do to help it. A few times, that landed him in a few difficult situations on both ends. It was a worry he wasn’t going to have to fret over when it came to Altair. Though he doubted the pair would land in this again. Hate sex was fun, but it lost its momentum if it happened often. Like most things did.

Groaning loudly, he tried to rub his head a little more gently. His tired eyes rolled, ”Here I was thinking you were strictly a night owl.” It was what he had been hoping for, so he wasn’t sure why he felt almost disappointed. If she wasn’t, perhaps both of them could just roll over and go back to sleep. Recover time wasn’t his usual thing, but apparently, the previous night with both relative ‘experts’ meant he should be sleeping more. Plus, the more he slept, the more he wasn’t going to talk to her and hear her insults. It was always going to be a battle with the two. Because she wouldn’t accept the fact Justin was sure he was the best she ever had. He thought that way with everyone. No one could be more perfect, so of course everyone under was going to be a disappointment. The only problem with being with Justin Duval. Pity.

A deep sigh escaped his lips, again feeling like he was dealing with a child, ”Jealous? Do I really look like the jealous type?” Ironically enough in his statement, Justin was probably one of the biggest jealous types in the school. He always envied what he didn’t have, whether it be things or people. A man who thought he was the best of the best believed he needed the best of the best. It was why he had a fancy car, a nice place (fit for one or two). He had a desire to have them. Whenever someone walked by him with something better, a prickle of anger and annoyance came at him. Every single time. It didn’t even matter if he needed the item or not. Still- Altair had not witnessed that part of him, so it was safe to make that bluff. It would probably be something she’d use against him anyway. ”You wouldn’t know anything about the acting world.” Justin could continue to tell her all the technicalities of how he was great and how not easily impressed directors were, but it would just fly right above her head.

She fell on him and Justin smiled mischievously. Any excuse to get a body pressed to him- yes please. At least the ones that he would be able to take. The man was… rather picky. ”I’ve just seen enough sore women to know what will make it better.” A smirk appeared on his lips. Talking about other women while a woman was with him was usually a no-no. However, he also figured that Altair could care less about who else he had been with. Even though the pair fought quite a bit, it was amazing how similar they were in attitudes. If they shared the same interests outside of the bedroom, perhaps they might have even gotten along. ”Woman like you? I’m curious. What part makes it dangerous for me?” Even if Altair didn’t mean dangerous, he liked the word dangerous coming out of his mouth while he was kissing the sexy woman on top of him. Wasn’t’ too awful terrible part of a life. Even if he went through a rough time when he was younger (and maybe some emotional stress he wasn’t aware of now), Justin had it pretty easy. Luck dripped off of him. Talent made him strive through what he wanted to. Determination. He knew he was the whole package. It was just hard when others didn’t understand that.

YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY

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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

i want a girl with shoes that cut

and eyes that burn like cigarettes

Altair went through life rather easy without worrying what other people thought about her. What they whispered behind hands, what they thought when they saw her. Self-assurance had her gliding through life on an easy breeze. "Mmm," she said to his words of disappointment, her expression of indifference at odds with her curious voice. "You must think a lot about me, then, if you already have these preconceived ideas." Would it be flattering if he did? Not exactly. Just as she didn't pay a second thought to people who spoke unkind words about her, she didn't care if they were in love with her. She wasn't put on this earth to impress them, she was put on earth to make them respect her.

She heaved a little sighed, seeming pleased with herself for no apparent reason. Perhaps the morning really did make her a more tolerable person to be around, though that was completely far-fetched and unbelievable. "I don't know, and I don't really care," she said, her voice free of the scathing tone it usually would have held but the sentiment was there. Honestly, he was serving back what she was giving to him, and she tried her best not to be completely irritated. It wasn't working. She had never been exceptionally patient with people. "All I know is that the words that come out of your mouth tend to give me a headache." With a low tolerance for people, she knew she would never be able to handle Justin. Honestly, they were far too similar. Plus, she wasn't the relationship girl in any way. The only stable ones she had were with Rowena and Rachael. She took care of her sister, but that was the only person she would ever devote herself to. "That's right," she said. "I don't give a rat's ass about acting. It's a pointless endeavor." She wouldn't be able to do it, that was for sure. Not that it was a compliment to Justin and any sort of skill, just that she would feel weird playing pretend, something she hadn't done since she was a child. Plus, all the theater people she knew were obnoxious and so far up their asses they were seeing out between their teeth. She didn't know a lot of people in drama, however she certainly viewed Justin as arrogant.

Altair never minded the physical contact, even with someone who she had been looking down her nose at. The capacity she had to simultaneously hate someone and find them attractive paralleled like nothing else. Superficial, though she didn't believe it all bad. Of course she didn't. "Really? Because I have yet to see any evidence of that." Her voice came out smooth and gentle, gazing into his eyes with an icy and curious stare. She could pierce souls with that gaze. And for all this talk of mornings and art, she just wanted to shut him up with her lips on his.

So she did, letting her, running her foot up and down his leg. Maybe not completely sore. Altair kissed him again before saying, "You really want to find out, hmm?" she asked, a finger smoothing down along his jawline. Her eyes broke contact for a moment as she appeared to think about this. With this expression on her face, she heated up her internal processes, the warmth of her fingertips intensifying. But without doing anything, she rolled off of him, letting herself cool off and lay on her back, arms outstretched. "Maybe it's that I'm so unpredictable," she said in a pseudo-charming voice, turning to look at him. "Now how about that sandwich, love?"

[JUSTIN DANIEL DUVAL]

DIZZY HURRICANE

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At least she was getting more interesting with the way she insulted him. Hearing the same boring thing over and over just became annoying. That could have been her entire goal, in which case congratulations. You managed to make Justin’s head want to drive up the wall. Not that he would particularly mention that to her. The pair had gone too far for him to just give up on that. Justin had given into her hot, sexy body. There was nothing wrong with that. Just as long as that was the only thing he gave into. Truthfully, he was almost glad he did that. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about her liking him. Always the biggest problems with these types of situations. If she started liking him, they were going to have much larger situations than that. The thought of that happening actually made him laugh. Yeah, even if he had wanted to, he doubted it. It was too… he looked at her again. No. ”Much to your disappointment, I don’t think about you often. I’ve been around enough people to easily label most individuals.” Where they always true? Of course not. Did it matter to him because as long as he hit the majority vote, who cared? Not a bit.

Speaking of not caring. One of the most annoying things was when someone did care about something and another person did it. He had been on both ends of this. What she was saying then just made him sigh. It just sounded like a filler because she didn’t have anything better to say. Justin didn’t think he was the jealous type, so all of this made enough sense in his head. Justin could have called her on it, but he was sure that she was boiling a little bit. Which made him smile. Even if it too was boiling inside of him. Who knew they would sleep together right before they went and killed each other off? Justin knew that she would win simply because she was a woman, and he was too kind to strike at one. ”My voice is beautiful.” Not only when he sang, but when he talked. This melodic smooth tone that was easy to grasp and fall into. At least, that’s what he had been told. One of those precious moments when his ego grew even more. Phrases like that stuck in his head and he held onto it rather tightly.

This one he wasn’t allowed to just let pass on by like the rest of them. Only some were able to just fly with him, especially when it was with someone like Altair. If she was going to be persistent on annoying him and insulting one of the greatest art forms in the world, she was going to have to deal with him giving it right back to her in full force, ”For someone who doesn’t care, you clearly insult it often. Is it because you have nothing better to say? I was having such high hopes.” Shaking his head, he went and wanted to lay back down and go to sleep. Wake up maybe she wouldn’t be there. A few things missing. Wasn’t sure if she was the type to thieve or not. It wouldn’t have been the first time and certainly wouldn’t be the last. There were very few things that Justin held so valuable that he would be rather upset if it were gone. Those things were just kept out of the open. For their own protection against others and himself.

He did have to admit, that girl had some really bright beautiful eyes. Wasn’t exactly nice and warm feeling when looking into them. Just very light. ”The women or the sore? You won’t listen to me either way.” He perched his eyebrow, smirking a little bit as he noticed the mood changed slightly more to the one from the night before. Justin was going to have to be more careful. The man a reputation to keep up, and he didn’t want to be the one that seemed to give in quickly. Although no one would really know about any of this fun experience he was having. A detail that he found at the moment unimportant.

His hand reached up on her back and shoulder blades right before she managed to roll off of him. Just leave him lying there. That was mean. Probably one of the meanest things she had ever done to him. He glared a little bit, and rolled his eyes. Unpredictable she seemed to be. A little too much in the areas he’d rather know first hand what was happening. ”Go nuts. Everything is in there.” He rolled on his side away from her, shutting his eyes and feeling the headache grow. Why? He did this to himself all the time, but every morning he still wondered, why? Self-doubting. Maybe that’s why he hated mornings.

YOU'RE SALTY LIKE A SUMMER DAY

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[ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT]

i want a girl with shoes that cut

and eyes that burn like cigarettes

She had to laugh at his comment. Justin was funny. In that unintentional way that bad movies made her laugh, that people who she didn't agree with made her laugh. "You must be so incredibly observant, eh." And even as she mocked him, she acknowledged her similarities. A judgmental person, she pinned down whether or not she liked a person in about six seconds flat. Maybe even quicker. But she liked to think she was of another kind, something not easy to define or identify. She was her own species.

She looked rather plainly at him, a man she had just slept with last night and was now verbally abusing. Had he expected a docile kitten the morning after? She would assume no, because she liked to assume that as much as she mocked him, they had a lot of similarities. And where she assumed a lot of people found unity in similarities they had with others, she couldn't care less about that kind of thing. She could have someone as blunt and wanton as she walk into her life, and decide that she hated their guts. "Your voice isn't the problem," she commented. "It's the fact that there seems to be no end to the things you say with it." Maybe it was magic that allowed the two to have such a night and become so bitter in the morning. She didn't think she actually had this kind of conversation with someone else she fucked. She had quite a few angry lays, that was for sure, just to prove that she could bang their brains out. But none like this. It was kind of...refreshing.

Or not, she didn't try to apply any metaphysics to her affairs. The same went for life. She lived a very simple one, after all. She didn't try for the femme fatale, didn't need to be a mystery, even though she knew that no one in her life except Ro had a hint as to what her past was like. As such, she didn't hold back on what she said, and never hesitated to say it. "I speak my mind," she said with a shrug, looking him up and down. "But then again, I don't have to explain myself to you, do I? You seem real interested in me for someone who's denying it." There really was no filter, no chance to think about what was about to leave her mouth. It had gotten her in trouble before, yes, but was it like her to learn her lesson? She wasn't about to go changing her personality around just so that she could avoid rubbing someone else the wrong way.

Altair hummed a little again at his question, a sound of consideration just before she spoke anyway. "I just assume that I would hear women singing your praises from the rooftops, if that were the case," she informed him. "I mean, since you're such a great lay and all." But it didn't work the same for men like it did women, she supposed. Someone like her had a reputation as a whore because she enjoyed having sex. And a man just like her would simply be called a man, probably a successful one at that. If Justin did have a reputation, though she didn't really care about any rumors that she may hear, then he would be proclaimed as a lady's man. Of course, she'd never heard of anything like it which was why she enjoyed the gay teasing so much.

She stretched up as she stood from the bed, one arm grabbing the other above her head. The one bad part of waking up like this. "Thanks, you've been a real gent," she complimented him as she went into the kitchen to do just as she said. One sandwich for herself, and zero for the sleepyhead. He was lucky he actually mentioned the sandwich, otherwise she would have attempted something that required the use of a stove and that would not have ended well at all.