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Post by aidan logan levere on May 1, 2009 17:10:51 GMT -5
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -Aidan needed a good drink, and thank god he wasn't seventeen anymore, when it was illegal for him to buy alcohol here. Now he was nineteen, a year over the age limit and completely capable of buying alcohol, which rocked, 'cause all he wanted to do was get drunk, probably dance with some idiot, and wind up in bed with another idiot that he'd have to kick out in the morning. Yeah, that was what he wanted to do, he didn't want to be sober tonight, or any night for that matter. He'd budgeted himself, though, knowing there was no way he could buy all the alcohol that he actually wanted to get. He wasn't stupid, most guys in his case partied all night, had sex, and wasted all their money on alcohol, cigarettes, and weed. He splurged now and then when he felt like he deserved it, but he was smart about his money, he was at the arts school on scholarship believe it or not, so he didn't have to worry about tuition, but he still had to worry about when he graduated. But he intended to have a good job when he did, and then he'd find a way to get his mother to figure out she didn't have to live half on the streets anymore, she'd probably go into shock if he managed to get up enough money to support the both of them in a decent house with good neighbors and no gangs running around. Aidan smiled when he thought of that, reminding himself why he bothered with the school in the first place, he couldn't let his mother die on the streets, it was unacceptable. He wouldn't allow it.
Pushing the slightly unpleasant thoughts to the back of his head and entered the bar, glad that he was nineteen and not under that annoying age limit where you couldn't buy alcohol until you were completely legal. Which he was, had been for a year. He laughed at himself inside his head, he still hadn't gotten over the euphoria that came with coming into the legal drinking age. Aidan went to the bar, ordering a scotch and sat down, handing over the money as he was handed his drink, drinking and looking over the crowd. There were quite a few cute girls in there, but no one really jumped out and caught his eye just yet, he decided he'd wait a bit to see who else came in and if there was anyone from school in here. 'Cause honestly, is it not fun when you get drunk with someone that you see everyday behaving like a goody-goody too shoes? Yes, yes it is, he knew that for a fact, it was how he'd met a few of his conquests, getting the hot shy girl to down a bottle of vodka and taking her back to his place for a night. Fun, loads of fun. But it looked like none of the hot shy girls were feeling particularly adventurous tonight, any and all of them were hiding at home and studying right now, that's what he got for coming to the bar on a school night. Not his fault he already knew most of what was being taught and had done whatever homework he'd had already, he wasn't really a brain, not in his eyes, but he was fairly intelligent and got done what needed to get done when he wanted to go out. Just because he knew how to have a good time, didn't mean he neglected his responsibilities. Not that he'd let any of the girls he did find that out, in their minds he was a slacker and bound to get expelled some day soon. That was one of the things he hated about this school, they were all profilers, they never looked deeper than what they saw every day.
Aidan finished his scotch and set the glass down so the bartender could take it, he was spacing himself tonight, not willing to waste his money in ten seconds on alcohol that he could have gotten from anywhere, instead of a glass of it at a bar. His eyes glided over everyone a second time, noting that a few more people had come in, and most of the girls in the bar had a buddy with them, which made him smirk. He knew that maneuver, it was the oldest one girls ever used, bring a girlfriend with you and maybe you won't lose your head. They just never seemed to remember that their friend could lose her head, instead of the other way around, or the guy you were thinking about in the bar might be attracted to the friend you brought instead of you. It was a stupid move, really, and one that screamed 'insecure', they were afraid to go near the opposite sex without having a friend ready to save them if they fell flat on their face.
A new girl walked in, decked out in a short leather dress and high heels, and stalked to the bar, blonde hair flashing over her shoulder as she walked. This brought another smile to his face, she was using faux confidence in the hopes that no one would notice she was nervous as hell to be in a bar all alone in leather, probably her first time in a bar at all if he was reading the signs right. But she wasn't willing to let anyone know that, she took the seat beside Aidan, and after ordering a drink and playing with the glass for a solid minute, she turned to him, presumably for small talk. This would be interesting, at least. "Hey." Her voice was beautiful, at least, and it slid over him like velvet, but she was failing in her faux confidence. Even though her head was turned to him, her chin lifted slightly in defiance, her eyes had met his for only a moment and then fallen to the floor, hidden by thick, blonde lashes. Aidan suppressed the urge to sigh, most of the girls he spent time with were no where near shy or secretly insecure, they were all wild and ready for bed, although most ended up only knowing two positions and not having near the stamina he wanted. He had two steady fuck buddies, and they were pretty good at keeping up with him, but neither were in the bar tonight, and the blonde's boobs were all but falling out, so he decided to entertain himself.
Leaning slightly closer, he reached out with one hand to push a stray bit of hair behind her ear, the maneuver more to get her to look at him without realizing it than to help her out or to look cute. "Hey, there." He said, watching her eyes widen slightly at the husky tone of his voice. Aidan knew it was unfair to her to let her think that the reason he sounded interested, and was ready for sex anyway, was because of her, but it was just how it was. He cringed inwardly, remembering Esme's words from earlier that day, that he was always turned on. Not fair, he'd been a good boy most of the day, working and only fucking once. Good boy. Now he wanted someone to spend the night with, though he knew it wouldn't be this girl, it wouldn't hurt to flirt for a little while until something more interesting came in.
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Post by esme svetlana budnchen on May 2, 2009 13:04:38 GMT -5
  ----- esme had spent most of her weekend cooped up in a bed, cuddling up with Ryan. Now she was just trying to kick him out so she could get started on a homework assignment. He kissed her softly on the mouth before making his final exit out her dorm. Luckily for her, her roommate had gone home for the weekend, and she didn't have to worry about any complaints. Now all she needed to do was change her sheets, shower, and get started on her work, which was do when she went back to school the next day. Esme was dominant when it came to her school work, but she wasn't so sure if she could get this all done in one day. She had to upgrade a bathroom on one thousand dollars or less. Seems easy, but she needed time to decorate her three dimensional bathroom. Deciding after she got out the shower she would head out to the bar, have ONE drink to clear her mind, and then go back to the dorm and start and hopefully finish an assignment that she hasn't even put her name on. Doing her walk of shame as she headed back to her room to take her sheets off. She shouldn't have been having sex all weekend, and now had to rush to do a project. Esme took her school work very seriously, even though she didn't have to rely on becoming a interior designer just she really want to succeed in life. She didn't want to be just a house wife, and take care of her kids until they were old enough to walk and then leave them with a nanny. The girl wanted to work, and sooner or later be a good mom to her kids, and a good husband. Her family had money, and the whole being a business option wasn't something she had to do, she needed it. To prove her mom and dad wrong.
----- tearing her sheets and covers off her bed, she tossed them in a corner. She would later get them to wash the sex smell away. It would just have to wait till tomorrow though. Going into her closet she grabbed her linen sheets, and a new cover quilt for the top, and her bottle of febreze so she could spray the bed furniture. It didn't take her long to spray them, and put the covers on top of them. The few days before she had went to get one drink, and ended up getting piss drunk, and taking Ryan back to her place. It was suppose to be one of those one night stand, fuck them, and they leave. She just couldn't toss him out that easily though, he was cute, hot, and well amazing in bed. He didn't ask to leave, so they stayed in bed, and only got up to use the restroom, shower, and eat. After all of that they were back ruffled up in the sheets. Stepping into the steaming hot water she let the water soothed her body. The little beaded water pounded on her, and her feel even better. Titling her head back to get her thick black hair soaked. After she cleaned her body and washed her hair with her cucumber melon shampoo and conditioner. Climbing out the shower she wrapped her fluffy white towel around her body, and a smaller one around her wet hair. Walking into her room she almost lost it seeing her roommate on the phone laying down on her bed. Rolling her eyes she went straight towards her closet to pick out something to wear. Pulling a pair of jeans of the hanger, she tossed it over her shoulder, and a low cut grey shirt. Not really satisfied she grabbed a blue like sweater. "What do you want?" she questioned as she walked out the closet and tossed the clothes on the bed. "Where are you going?" he asked as she dropped her towel and grabbed a thong and matching bra. She told him as she let the material slide up her hips and, snapped the clasped of her bra. "In that, what a prude?" She couldn't help but laugh. He sounded gay, and Esme knew that he wasn't. They had sex plenty of times, which is why she was so comfortable dropping her towel in front of him as if it didn't matter. Grabbing the jeans she shook her head, "This is not prude like. The shirt is low cut." He picked the shirt up, then grabbed the blue one. Snatching it from him she quickly got dress.
----- her outfit wasn't bad at all, she like to think it showed off her curves. Putting on a pair of black boots, and since her hair was starting to curl up so she just put some mouse in there, and put on some make up. "Why don't you stay here, we can have some fun?"
[/b]Rolling her eyes she grabbed her big designer bag, making sure her phone, id, and money was inside. Telling him she would pass she left, but not before grabbing her keys off a table. Which she didn't know why since she wasn't going to be driving, she was going to walk. It wasn't that far away, and she enjoyed the exercise. Even if she got a lot over the weekend. The soft breeze blew her hair, and it was still slightly wet. She probably should hurry before she ended up sick or something. Seeing the bar, she walked into the warm, musky, smokey place. The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, hot wings, and guys filled her nose. It smelted badly, but she would soon get use to it. Guys looked her way, giving her the look over, and well she could they liked what they saw. Smiling she headed to the bar, and that's when she noticed him. Frowning, she debated if she should just leave. She wouldn't be able to think clearly if she got a ounce of alcohol in her system. "Going for the skanky bar type now?" she asked sitting next to the girl. Giving her a look over, frowning at the sight, then at him. Giving him a wink before giving the bartender a nod for him to come over. Esme smiled playful, biting on her bottom lip. He was hot, and his body did him real justice. "I'll take a martini ...on the rocks,"[/color] she told him sitting her purse in front of her. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - status: done. tagged: aidann word count: 1083 outfit: CLICK DES SHET!banner to:[/color][/font] ---- template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0 notes: hot stuff[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by aidan logan levere on May 2, 2009 13:38:26 GMT -5
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -The blonde was turning out to be a laughing machine, and to tell the truth it was slightly annoying. However, it looked like anyone else with a decent body was staying in tonight, or just not coming to the bar, so he'd let her stay where she was for a while. And if nothing interesting decided to walk through the door tonight, he'd call up one of his fuck buddies. Jamie could do the job just fine, and unlike some of his others, she wasn't likely to attack him the next morning. That brought a small smirk to his lips, thinking about how the first time he'd fucked one of the meaner ones they'd gotten all pissy in the morning when they'd realized they were basically hypocrites, insulting him and the girls he took to bed previously, and then winding up in the circumstances she'd claimed wouldn't happen. That had been delicious. But he should have known not to smile, because that sent the blonde into another giggle fit. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he turned his smile from a smirk to his charming one, the one he used to disarm and confuse other girls. "So, are you a local, or on vacation?" He asked, his tone low and seductive. Dublin was a popular tourist town, being such a big city in Ireland, everyone wanted to dig up their roots and come to see their 'ancestry'. Yeah right, most people that did that were from a line of farmers fleeing the potato famine, but perhaps there were a few that hadn't been like that.
"Oh, I'm visiting my Aunt. She's sick." The blonde said, pulling a serious look onto her drunken face and bobbing her head up and down repeatedly, causing her boobs to jiggle as she seemed to bounce when she nodded. Aidan wasn't that picky, though, and he was more animal than man to most others, so it was no shocking thing that his gaze instantly dived to her chest, feasting on the site of her voluptuous body. He let his eyes stay there for a moment or two, allowing the site of them to make his body react, and then dragged his vision up to her eyes, grinning wolfishly when she realized what he'd been looking at. Then he remembered the conversation and what she'd just said, the full force of it striking him odd. If her Aunt was sick, why was she imbibing at the local bar? Odd, he decided it was a cover story to make her look more interesting. No that a sick Aunt was all that interesting, she was going for the mystery of a girl that might have to go at any moment, back to wherever the hell she'd come from. "A pity for you Aunt, but a blessing for us men." He murmured, his husky tone reaching her ears but going no further.
She was just about to answer him when his gaze swerved to the door, having heard it open and wanting to see if something with more brains had walked in, a frown touched his lips when he realized it was Esme. Great, he'd been looking for some peace tonight, all he was going to get was a hellcat that wanted to sharpen her claws, unless he left soon. Oh well, it wasn't like he'd be sacrificing all that much by leaving in a little while, nothing hot was going to come in tonight, and that was becoming more and more obvious. Aidan looked away from her, deciding that perhaps if he ignored her she wouldn't talk to him, give him the small courtesy of pretending she didn't know him. The blonde, realizing she had his attention once again, opened her mouth to continue talking. "Oh, she's getting better. Which means my time here is limited, I'll probably have to go home in a week or so." Which, in her eyes, was probably long enough to carry on a small flirtation. Which meant he was right, she was going for the mystery factor, rather than relying on herself to get her a man. Terribly pathetic, but he'd let her think that he'd bought her story for now, it was kind of cute how she thought she could lie to him like that, and have him actually believe her. He might be shallow, but he was very far from stupid.
What he hadn't counted on, though, was Esme's interference. She had put her pretty little ass on the bar stool right next to the blonde girl, and was already throwing snide comments at him. He looked around the blonde and at her, lifting an eyebrow. "I think you're confused. I went for the skanky type the first time I took you to bed, sweetie pie." He said, putting a little emphasis on 'sweetie pie', knowing it would probably annoy her that he was using one of the names she'd said he couldn't call her. Whatever. If she wasn't going to let him fuck her anymore, than he wasn't going to listen to her damnable rules. Turning his attention back to the blonde, who giggled and arched her back when he made it obvious that he was listening to her rather than Esme, putting her boobs at a greater danger of falling out of her dress. Which was completely fine with him, they were more than big enough for his taste and he wouldn't mind having them open to his eyes. Perhaps, if he could get her to shut up and stop laughing, he would take her home after all, as long as she understood the concept of leaving. "Don't worry, baby, the little thing over there is just jealous that God gave you a bounty, and forgot about her." He told her, smiling at her in a way that would calm her down and possibly make her forgot about Esme. And if Esme would shut the fuck up, maybe that would be a possibility. But he was getting the vibe that Esme wanted to make his life a living hell for the moment, which he didn't understand. According to her, whatever they'd had was over--not that he really believed that--so her shoving her nose in his business didn't make any sense at all.
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Post by esme svetlana budnchen on May 2, 2009 16:43:50 GMT -5
----- watching the bartender steadily as he fixed her drink. She glanced at his big muscular hands, which only meant one thing. The guy was packing underneath the pants and boxers. He fixed her drink, and handed it to her. Which seemed a little strange since it took him a little too long to let go of the drink. Seductively biting on her bottom lip she needed decided if she wanted to have company tonight, or not. No, she didn't. Though really makeout buddies, touching feeling never hurt anyone. Giving the nameless hot bartender a smile until hearing that husky voice she loved to hate. "Me? Skanky. That was funny," forcing one of the bimbos giggles. Who did that anymore? Esme rarely hung out with girls, so she really was clueless on what they did and didn't do. "Skanky is people who actually think leather is remotely attractive in a dress. Someone seriously need a fashion do and don't,"
[/color] she mumbled loud enough for him and the girl to hear. Why was she being so devilish evil to the girl she didn't even know? Cause she was throwing herself at him like one of those girls who never had sex. The guys that secretly had an STD. Which didn't matter anymore cause she was no longer making any sexual contact with him. Crossing her legs, rummaging through her bag. One drink was her limit, and she promised herself she would go home and do work. Besides if she paid now she could get away from the annoying Aidan. Grabbing her wallet she pushed it open with a finger and looked for some money for her drink. Waving for the bartender to come back her way, she couldn't help but laugh outloud. ----- hrying to ignore what was going on, she couldn't help but be frustrated with the little rude comments. "Right, because I'm so jealous of that." She rolled her eyes looking over at them, or more like her smashing her boobs against him. Looking back at the bartender, she handed him ten dollars, telling him to keep the change. "I'm gonna be over there,"[/color] her head nodded softly at a empty table somewhat by the door. Grabbing his black skin tight shirt she pulled him closer, and met him half way by leaning of the bar. "So you should come over during your break," she whispered in his ear. Esme nibbled on his ear lobe for a quick second before kissing his check, then releasing him. Clearing her throat she departure away from the two annoying...whatever they were. Not forgetting her bag, and her still untouched drink. Any second she would down it, and order another, but she needed it. Seeing Aidan here was the last thing she wanted. They had got into a argument earlier that day, and right now she didn't want to be bothered by him. He was really rude, and she couldn't stand him. The sex was great, but the things he said had really pissed her off. Making her wanting, and needing to cut off any contact with him. He got under her skin, and he was a jackass. Plopping down at a deserted booth, she ducked her head down. The guys there weren't really her type, and she didn't want to see them. She could feel their gazes upon her, and she just wished that someone would come to save her. Taking her glass, she quickly put her mouth on the martini salt, and quickly drank the alcohol. It was warm as it went down her throat, but she soon came to enjoy the sensational feeling. ----- getting back up she walked back over to the bar. "One more,"[/color] she asked and it was quickly provided for her. Apparently it was free too, at lease that's what she thought the bartender said. She was half way back to her table when he said it. Sitting back down, she took her time with the drink. When a body plopped down in front of her she grinned. The sexy bartender she had invited was now here. "Hey, she frowned for a quick second. Getting up she walked over and sat by him. "I don't have cooties," Esme sipped her drink, letting him rest his hand warmly on her thigh. He talked, well more like asked her questions about her life. Like if she had a boyfriend, how old she was, all that jazz. She answered it with ease, use to the third degree people tossed her way. Her parents had trained her since she was old enough to walk. Though the guy, who names she learned as Chace lips were now on her neck. It was quick, and she hardly even said anything to lead him on. Besides the fact that she kissed him on the cheek, but that was nothing. Looking over at Aidan for a second, before encouraging Chace small kisses by wrapping on arm around his neck. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - status: done. tagged: aidann word count: 823 outfit: CLICK DES SHET!banner to:[/color][/font] ---- template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0 notes: they are evil man[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by aidan logan levere on May 2, 2009 18:27:49 GMT -5
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -When she continued to comment on the conversation that he was having with the random blonde girl--he was just now realizing he had no clue what her name was--Aidan shot her a look that was full of annoyance and pure male dominance. His message was pretty damn clear, she could shut up and get lost, or come over and keep him company. He wasn't interested in her petty banter right now, he'd only had sex once today and he had a massive hard on. He wanted sex, he didn't want to talk. "You look just fine." He told the blonde, pulling her over so that he was whispering in her ear, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. She pulled back slightly so that she could look at him, a pout playing on her full lips. "Your ex over there doesn't think so." She said, crossing her arms under her chest as she flicked her hair in Esme's direction.
This was getting annoying, Esme was starting to ruin things for him. Rolling his eyes, he reached out with both of his hands and took her by her waist, pulling her onto his lap so that her ass nestled over his erection. "One, she's not my ex, she's an old fuck buddy. Two, she's stupid as hell. And three, when you look like you do, why would you worry about what a skinny bitch says?" He asked her, his voice pitched so that it sounded like a husky whisper to the girl on his lap, but it was just loud enough that Esme would be able to hear him. He didn't really care if he pissed her off or not, but she was being a bitch and getting in the way of a prospective one night stand, so he wasn't feeling all that kind to her at the moment.
Blondie giggled and wiggled her ass on top of him, making him grimace for a moment as she brushed his hard on. Fun, it was loads of fun, having a giggle box wiggle her ass on you when all you want to do was behave like an animal for a while. Whatever, he was out in public now so he supposed that meant he had to behave with some manners, even though that was the last thing he wanted to do. Aidan kind of wanted to slap Esme until she figured out that even though she might have loads of money, it didn't mean that he was going to kiss her ass and be a nice little boy for her. He wasn't like her other boy toys, ready to do whatever she wanted for a little attention because she was rolling in money. He might be a man whore and an ass, but did have some priorities. And he was starting to wonder where his standards had been when he'd decided to take Esme to bed. Because she was not hit type, but he couldn't remember why he'd done her.
Aidan chuckled darkly when she claimed she wasn't jealous of Blondie's chest. "Baby, you'd be jealous of anything, what with the man chest you have goin' on." He said, humor etched into his face as he shrugged his shoulders. A minute later, he was really wishing he hadn't said that though, because Blondie had tilted her head back and shrilly laughed. What. The. Fuck. He just knew that if he actually had to stay around the slut for more than a night, he'd turn into one of those sex murderers. The ones that seduced the victim at the bar, went back to their place with them, and then murdered them after having sex. Yeah, he was already partially tempted to do that to Blondie, but he'd probably get caught, because people could see that he was the last person to be seen with her. And she was drawing more than enough attraction to them.
He shook his head sadly when he saw her tell the bartender to come over to her table right before she walked away. That really was a bit sad, she might as well have been a prostitute propositioning the poor man. Not that he seemed to mind, which reminded him that Esme had a habit of not being picky, her guys were mainly idiots that had a lot of meat on them. Which was a bit like him, if he admitted it. Only his fuck buddies actually had a working mind, because he didn't keep around the mindless blondes around. He got bored easily, but he still preferred blondes with a big ass and big boobs, but girls like Esme, the ones that could keep him entertained and keep him wanting, were the girls he kept around. He just didn't have the patience to deal with them sometimes. Sometimes a guy just needed the blessing numbness of being with a stupid girl that didn't talk back.
Thankfully, Esme took her ass away after that, leaving him alone with his bimbo. He'd pretty much had enough small talk, though, and knew that after a little while more he'd have lost all of his patience and either take her home, or call up one of his other buddies. He grabbed her by her neck, pulling her head down to his and kissed her roughly, his other hand on the inside of her thigh. Aidan more felt than heard her small gasp of shock, but she was pretty drunk now, so she ignored her normal morals--if she had them--and kissed him back. He was pretty sure he had a virgin on his hands, though, because she was a little shy with the way she kissed him, her lips slightly unsure under his, and she was extremely hesitant when he deepened the kiss and invaded her mouth with his tongue.
After a moment, Aidan was pretty sure that he felt someone watching him. Shifting himself so that he was kissing her neck, which she exposed fairly fast by leaning her head back, he opened his eyes and found Esme watching him. Cute. He thought to himself, lifting an eyebrow before going back to what he was doing, moving his lips lower to tend to her collar bone. Esme could have all the fun she wanted watching, but he wouldn't be doing the crawling tonight. If she wanted to apologize and let him have her again, than she would have to take the initiative. Aidan didn't apologize, and he didn't beg.
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