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Post by loekie on Mar 10, 2011 12:13:10 GMT 1
Another few shots later and he ran a hand through his hair glancing around. Some new girl sat a few stools away from him flirting with the bartender. He rolled his eyes. She had been in class with him earlier that day hadn’t she? Something had seemed to bother her then and now that she was here, about ready to pounce on anything and everything it seemed he had been right. He smirked shaking his head. Tonight he wasn’t really in the mood. He just wanted to get drunk and just forget about everything. Were she to come over though, he wouldn’t deny her. He just downed a new shot as he glanced at the rest of the ones that were there. He rolled his eyes wishing that he could just be one of them. Nothing to worry about. He was still uncertain on what he was going to do. It would probably not be long before they would also get to the little girl they had taken in as well. He had been able to keep that from happening up until now… but for how much longer? He stared ahead blankly hoping that he would be left alone tonight.
For some reason that woman always found the worst times to come into his room… not that he really cared anymore. It had been going on for a long time after all and really, it just didn’t matter anymore. He stretched just downing another shot. He just didn’t want to think about anything tonight and booze was a great way to make that happen. The blonde teen would just stay down here and have a good time. He briefly consider the notion that this might not be the best idea given what had happed a night or two ago with that car they had borrowed. He had gotten into some major trouble and he was still having a major headache from the punishment he had received because of it and well… he did not really want to risk that again so soon after it. Then again… what did it matter? It wasn’t as if he could really stop it from happening now was it? That bastard would find a way to knock him around anyway. Best just make the most of the time he got away from the house right? He stared ahead blankly just trying to clear his mind which with the shots he’d had was made a bit easier.
He just loved that feeling. The buzz that would spread through once brain and just letting go of anything that had happened and keep one’s mind occupied and busy. It was also the reason he had gotten into drugs. It just felt good to let go. He had always made certain not to get addicted though. He may be self-destructive but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that becoming dependant on that crap would be too dangerous and he did not want to become just a mere junky.
[[I hope this is okay? I mean… James is the kind of guy that would not really go and talk to girl… but have he would have them come to him…
I had the thought of maybe she getting herself into trouble with some guy and he then maybe helping her out or something?
What do you think?]]
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Post by sparrow on Mar 10, 2011 22:47:26 GMT 1
Caramel looked around. She knew what she was doing was reckless and stupid. She knew that there might be consequences in the future. She knew if her mom found out, she would be extremely disappointed. But did she care? If her mom knew what the step-loser was doing to her only daughter, she'd have them out of there in a quick zip. But, he'd probably destroy the tapes and make sure she slept with a gazillion other guys to get him off of her and it all end up badly for her. Caramel took another sip of the beer, feeling the warm feeling that it usually gave her. She knew not to get drunk. She had to face her mom tomorrow and go to school and she didn't need a major hangover. The redhead glanced around the room once more before sighing. Who would be her friend tonight?
She spotted a blonde male looking at her and she gave him a quick survey with her eyes and gave him a check of approval in her mind. Maybe she'd return to him later. Caramel kept looking around, checking out different people. Finally, after giving about five checks, she swiveled around and decided she be alone for a little while. No need to rush these things. She had all night. Step-loser always locked her door after leaving her room and her mother just took it as a signal that she was asleep and wanted to be left alone. She never checked on her daughter, thinking everything was alright. Caramel sighed again and ran a hand through her hair. Tonight, not checking on her would be a good thing.
Caramel took another drink from her beer when she heard someone sit on the stool beside her. She looked over and saw it was one of the guys she'd checked yes too. He smiled and winked at her and her response was a slow smile that had him raisings his eyes brows with a gleam in his eye. He moved closer and she felt a hand move on her thigh. He could be the one to give me what I want "I saw you looking at me earlier little honey and I thought I should come over and ask you what you want." She looked at him,knew he was waiting for a response. "Now,don't be shy. Just ask." She smiled and shook her head and she felt the hand tighten on her thigh. "Ask. Me. Or I'll make you beg for it." Caramel snatched his hand away and tried to move away from him, only to have him grab her elbow. Caramel tried to pull away. I knew it would be stupid and reckless. Here are my consequences.
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Post by loekie on Mar 11, 2011 1:14:36 GMT 1
What on earth was he thinking really? He was going to be in so much trouble when he’d get home and he already was hardly able to cover the bruises as is was and he already had some issues with breathing. Ah well… he’d live now wouldn’t he? Sometimes though, he just wanted to throw the towel in the ring. To congratulate these people on their win and just leave it all behind… he couldn’t do that now with that little girl counting on him now could he? Things had just gotten so complicated over the past few months. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with all this. He downed a new shot and the alcohol was finally starting to have its desired numbing affect. He glanced around catching his new classmate looking him over. He just rolled his eyes. He was not in the mood to deal with anything like that. He was tired, in pain and had a major headache. No, tonight was all just about getting drunk.
Luckily she seemed to have moved on and some other poor fellow sat down next to her. He just returned to his glass. He turned his head slightly as some girl walked up to him putting her hand on his shoulder giving him a seductive smile. He rolled his eyes slightly before shaking his head “Beat it sweetheart” he growled. The woman narrowed her eyes, but there was something in the boy’s voice and a look in his eyes that made her back away a little and just order her drink. He smirked slightly as she just walked away. The boy just brushed some hair from his face his sea-coloured eyes glancing around the room to see what else was going on in the place. It wasn’t really crowded though and so he was finished quickly
He yawned slightly when something caught his attention. It seemed the boy his classmate had picked out was not quite what she had imagined as she tried to move away unsuccessfully. He rolled his eyes sighed before rising to his feet and moving towards the duo pulling the guy away from the girl “He Don Juan, I don’t think she’s interested” his southern drawl came shoving the guy away from the girl. There was a bit of a fight that ended with the other hitting the floor. Yes, our young Mister Ford knew how to fight. He was quick, clever and had been in his fair share of fights and had and knew how to handle himself. The boy was escorted out and James simply turned and just went back to his stool. He sighed wondering why he had even bothered. What did he even care about what happened to that girl. Then again… he couldn’t have just let her get hurt when he was there now could he? He just downed a new shot and lit a cigarette inhaling deeply
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Post by sparrow on Mar 11, 2011 21:55:31 GMT 1
Caramel was just about ready to swing on the guy when the blonde form before came up. Hadn't she seen him somewhere before? The thought was pushed out of her head when he started shoving creeper guy away from her the creeper guy away from her. She tried to interject herself between them to stop the oncoming fight, but someone grabbed her from behind and pulled her away. Looks can be decieving! I can fight! Caramel struggled for a minute, but saw the fight was soon ended. The creeper guy was thrown out and the blonde was allowed to resume his drink. The guy that grabbed her from behind gave hber an offer, but she refused him with a shake of her head. She was ready to hit him if he pursued, but he said good-bye and walked away to the dance floor. She sighed in relief and returned to her drink.
She crossed her legs and played with the bottle for a while. She knew what she had to do, but for some reason she was dreading it. She didn't owe him anything but a thank you and she was dreading it. Caramel had manners and used to use them. In the written form of course. But, people tended to think since she didn't say thank you or whatever, just wrote it, that she was being rude. She sighed once more and drank the rest of the beer. The redhead motioned to the bartender for paper and a pen. From the look on his face, he must have thought she was writing her number for him. But, when she started walking to the blonde, she felt his disappointment. She read the note once before walking all the way over. Thanks for helping me with Don Juan. I could have handled him myself, but I'm glad you stepped in.
She walked over and handed him the note, clearing her throat slightly.
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Post by loekie on Mar 11, 2011 23:13:30 GMT 1
James sighed as he sat down on the stool he had previously occupied and just stared ahead blankly. Perhaps he should just tone down the drinking tonight. Did he really want another major hangover in the morning? He wasn’t a morning person to begin with and if it hadn’t been for the little girl that he had to get to school or Sean that would drag him out of bed if he would sleep in too long, he probably would hardly ever get up before noon. He brushed some hair from his face thinking on what would happen when he’d get home later tonight. He sighed not really wanting to think about it. It was most likely not going to be pretty. He stifled a yawn just exhausted after all these years of dealing with this crap. He just didn’t know what he was going to do next. All he knew was that he would have to hang in there for two more years… once he was 18, then he could just get out and do whatever the hell he wanted. Of course he’d make sure to take the girl with him to keep her out of the hands those people’s clutches.
A throat was cleared next to him and he slowly turned his head with a raise of his eyebrow “What sweetheart?” he asked before he was handed a note and he gave it a quick once over. He frowned slightly giving the girl a rather confused look. Why would she be handing him a note? Than he gave the girl a once over with a raised eyebrow “Could you now?” he smirked… Oh he didn’t doubt the girl might be a decent fighter, but that had been a rather big guy and well… she wasn’t. He just shrugged “Don’t sweat it sweetheart, glad to be of help” he replied as he took a swig of his drink and another drag from his cigarette blowing out some smoke. He hadn’t minded giving the girl a hand. Who knows what could have happened had no-one stepped in and helped her?
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Post by sparrow on Mar 12, 2011 23:37:59 GMT 1
Caramel saw the odd look he gave her when he handed her the note, but he read it anyways. She sighed. He was one of those that didn't have to hear words. She watched as he gave her a once over. She knew she didn't look like she could take someone. But, she could have aen that guy. Smaller was sometimes a benefit. Caramel straightened her dress and ran a hand through her hair and side-stepped the smoke her blew out. She kind of gave a grimance, but knew it was something that he did. She had her own things. The redhead gave him a once over and made a quick decision. Tonight was definately not a night that she would think.
Step-loser was still on her and it felt like bugs crawling all over her pale skin. It felt kike bugs running through her hair. It was disgusting and she need to get rid of. It was a feeling no water and soap could get rid of. Caramel ran a hand over her face and let a small sigh escape her lips. This blonde could help. Besides, he had helped her earlier, so that meant he couldn't be all that bad. She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the dance floor. Hopefully, he would come along, catching her meaning.
[[Sorry that was short.]]
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Post by loekie on Mar 13, 2011 0:29:49 GMT 1
What was the girl up to now? He briefly questioned her sanity. He had by now figured out that there was probably some logic reason for the girl not to speak. He had thought about something being wrong with her throat… or voice… perhaps she was just simply unable to. It didn’t even matter. It made things easier. It meant he would not have to pretend to listen to whatever most girls had to say. He blew out some more smoke now in the other direction as she saw her side-stepping it. No need to make her smoke with him now was there? He was rather surprised though when he was suddenly pulled by his arm to the dance-floor. He raised an eyebrow but then just shrugged and smiled letting himself be led to the dance-floor. He smiled slightly. The girl really seemed to need this, and well, who was he to deny a damsel in distress? He didn’t know what the girl’s issues were and why she was even doing this, but that wasn’t his problem now was it?
When they had reached the dance-floor he pulled her closer to signal that he had indeed caught her meaning and that he was up for it. He may not have come down here with the intention of taking some girl home, but he was definitely not going to turn down an offer. He would just have to show her a good time and that wasn’t too hard. He knew the female body like the back of his hand and it held no secrets for him.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 13, 2011 0:40:31 GMT 1
Caramel allowed herself a small smile when she felt him get up and allow himself to be led to the dance floor. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile, glad that he was doing this. Once they got to the dance floor, he pulled her close and she knew he had accepted fully. The song changed to something slow and she molded her body to his, knowing what to do. The male was no secret to her. She looked up at him and saw she was about a foot shorter. She placed her arms around his neck, slowly drawing her nails in a circle. Caramel shrugged the redhair over her shoulders as it kept getting in her way.
She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in time. She shuddered remembering hourse before and why she was here. It ran all the way down her body, sending chills all over her skin. Caramel ignored them and let her hand travel down his back, for once not minding she couldn't speak. Mr.Ford, as she recalled his name from class, seemed to not need words. Which was great because she didn't want to have to bother with them tonight. She remembered nights when all the had wanted to do before and afterwards was talk.
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Post by loekie on Mar 13, 2011 1:26:03 GMT 1
The girl seemed to really be into what she was doing and he had to admit he didn’t hate it. She seemed to know what she was doing and he smiled back at the girl that had her body moulded against his and he brushed some of her red hair from her face wrapping his arms around her waist. The boy heaved an inward sigh as he smiled at her kissing her as his fingers brushed over the sensitive parts of her body. He deepened the kiss wondering if they would be going to his place or hers. If there would be going to his place he’d have to fight some way to sneak her past Sean that would most likely be waiting for him… ah well… He’d think of some way. He finally just tuned out his thoughts and ran a finger past her neck. He could do this with a blindfold and a hand tied behind his back, no problems and now that he didn’t necessarily have to talk things were made even easier. His intense sea-coloured eyes looked into the girl’s. This was what it was all about. Living life to its fullest. Yes sometimes you got dealt a fucking bad hand, but hey, better make the best of what you’re given right? It was why he had gotten into drugs, partying and doing every girl he could get. It kept him busy and made his life at least a little bearable.
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Post by sparrow on Mar 13, 2011 1:35:19 GMT 1
Caramel smile when he wrapped his arms around her waist. She felt his chest take a deep breath before he kissed her. Caramel slid one hair into his hair and played with it while the other continued down his back and she drew small circles on his lower stomach. When he deepened the kiss, she stood on her tiptoes to get better access. I should've worn heels tonight. That was her only thought as they continued kissing and dancing. She wondered if they'd go to his place or hers. But, then she remembered have slipped step-loser's credit card out and leaving it somewhere she could easily access. They could get a motel room if they wanted. Her mom never checked his records, so there's no way she'd ever find out. And if she did, it be ending a relationship that never should have started.
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Post by loekie on Mar 13, 2011 23:01:26 GMT 1
The boy smiled as she stood on her tiptoes to be able to reach him. He brushed some hair from the girl’s face before moving his skilled lips to the sensitive flesh of the girl’s neck. He was beginning to be really glad that he had gone out tonight. He had almost come to the conclusion that it had been pointless and foolish, but right now it seemed that it had paid off. He would just with the consequences when they came. It wasn’t as if this was the first time he had done this after all and he really couldn’t care about what that man would do to him anymore. He hardly even felt the pain lately. It was more as if he watched it happen to someone else. Then after he ‘returned’ back to his own body he’d be left with the pain, anger, frustration and humiliation. Right now though he had the time to get his mind off that shit and just think of more fun things…. "My place or yours?" he whispered in her ear
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Post by sparrow on Mar 14, 2011 21:39:12 GMT 1
Caramel shivered as she felt Mr.Ford's lips on her neck. She continued swaying with him and draggin her nails ever-so-slightly against his neck and lower stomach. During her shower earlier tonight, she had been debating coming. She knew it would be reckless and wouldn't really solve that problem that was currently laying in her bed. Caramel shivered again, but she didn't know if it was from Mr.Ford or step-loser. She opened her eyes when she heard him whisper in her ear. She stopped dancing and pulled herself away to get another napkin and pen. Caramel knew it was a huge obstacle, but it was her only way to reply. She grabbed then pen. Or motel? I'll pay. Then, walked over to show him.
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Post by loekie on Mar 14, 2011 22:12:29 GMT 1
When he felt her shiver he figured he must at least be doing something right. He was glad that she was apparently enjoying what he was doing. Not that he had really doubted it. He had had his fair share of experience after all and as far as he knew all of the girls had been satisfied when they left. He glanced at her as she fumbled to find another napkin and pen. He glanced at it to see what she was writing. He smiled and then shrugged “Sounds like a plan sweetness” he nodded. It didn’t really matter to him where they’d go and if she was willing to pay for a motel, who was he to argue? He wrapped an arm around her and just wondering where tonight was going to take them. He was having a surprisingly good time considering how the rest of his day had gone and so he would just enjoy it while it lasted….
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Post by sparrow on Mar 15, 2011 1:51:26 GMT 1
When he wrapped an arm around her and said it was a plan, Caramel started headinging out the door. She heard a couple of catcalls and someone saying how lucky the blonde was. She doubted he really cared. They were just a one night fling for each other. She didn't do relationships. And if they decided for more, it would be as friends with benefits. Or enemies with benefits. They walked out and Caramel quickly snapped the card from underneath a brick, slipping it into the top of her chest. Caramel shivered slightly at the cold plastic on bare skin. She was glad the dress was tight, meaing the card would stay. She drug her hand down his arm, looking ahead.
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Post by loekie on Mar 17, 2011 0:03:31 GMT 1
The boy simply followed the girl out the door and he just rolled his eyes at the other men that were trying to get the girl’s attention. He shrugged. It was rather amusing really, and after tonight he would probably never talk to her again. Just the usual dance of going out, nailing some girl and just disappear when the girl was asleep. Not that he thought the girl minded. She seemed to have the same idea and so it seemed that it was just a fun fling for the both of them. He ran a hand through his hair as the two walked through the doors and into the cool night-air. He watched her fumble with the card and he just shrugged as they walked down the streets and they made their way to a nearby motel.
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