let us be young , eli

[SCARLETT DRESCELL]

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it's a tragic cause of my reality

MORGAN/ELIJAH <3, 943, pretty girl , let the fun begin xD

this was a ritual for the ice queen as her body was grinding against the frontside of a male whose name would not be known and who she was more or less teasing out of her own enjoyment. she was not exactly sure how she had gotten from home to the bar and then to the club as the shots of alcohol that were taken had her mind fuzzy and the world spinning but at the same time, it was a relaxing feeling to her. it was a side that she knew well even though she was underaged and actually illegally drinking, but with enough skin showing as she had and a good enough fake id, which she had, anything was possible for the nineteen year old. her hands rushed through her sweaty hair, whipping her body around to face him and give him a teasing smirk as she bit down on her lower lip and just gestured for him to move closer while her lips grinded into his with all the intentions of being taken home that night—but it was all a ploy. he was attractive and probably a good kisser but that was all that appeared to be going for the male as the latter observation was proven right as his lips pressed into hers and scarlett took no hesitation in replying with as fast of a moving kiss. his lips were softer than she expected especially with the amount of alcohol that they had poured into each other before hitting the dance floor. for once, the male appeared to have taken an interest into her which actually turned her away except his smile was dazzling and with the world spinning around her, everything appeared to be about ten times better. maybe he was not actually that good of a kisser after all and she giggled, actually giggled, when he whispered a sweet nothing into her ear, closing her eyes as she felt his warm breath roll down her neck. ”hmm?”

[/b] she asked for a repeat of his words and rolled her eyes as she heard his suggestion of them leaving and heading back to his dorm. shaking her head, scarlett turned around and began to grind against him once more, and the offer seemed to have been dropped as his hands gripped her waist and helped to roll her hips into his. scarlett did not need assistance as she bent down, doing a dip to the ground as a move to entice the male further before she made the ultimate move and whipped around to face him.

”did you actually think that you would get with me? babe, it’s a club…nothing counts here.”[/b] she shrugged before stumbling away and into the crowd, leaving the male slightly confused and lonely on the dance floor but scarlett knew that he would have no problem finding another companion for the night. as for her, she was not looking for companionship as scarlett was better off being a loner and she preferred it that way as her lifestyle was anything but normal. she hardly slept, ate when she was hungry, wrote poetry constantly even though her muse was lost and was giving everyone the cold shoulder as to keep them at bay. she did not need friends or a boyfriend because to her, that was just a waste of time and emotions and lord knows that scarlett had a lot of those things called emotion. however, she appeared to only have two when showing them to the world and that was lust because the girl did not mind falling into a bed with a good looking guy and anger because she was constantly mad at the world for something. stumbling to the bar, she tapped the fluid covered bar top and then shook her hand as she found it landed in a puddle of some mixed drink, ”ick!”[/b] she commented before reaching over someone for a napkin that was sitting on the bartop and wiped her hand. she ordered one shot, the final one for the night as the girl knew that she was hitting her limit. knocking it back, she put some money on the bartop before stumbling away on her heels in an attempt to escape the bright lights of the club and to hit the outdoors where she would find food eventually and then her bed shortly after that. however, fate appeared to be cruel to the girl as she crashed into a body and her initial reaction was to blame it all on them as she hissed out words, ”watch it fucking idiot! are you blind!?”[/b] she asked as scarlett was not at all short and she was quite noticeable in the clothing, or lack of clothing, that she was wearing. growling out, she attempted to move around the person but felt a hand touch her shoulder which she quickly knocked away, ”you got to buy me a drink before…”[/b] but she turned around to face the person and shook her head as she came face to face with Elijah. ”really? you..a club!? since when!? I thought you had a stick so far up your ass that you couldn’t even have fun..”[/b] she commented before looking him up and down as it was a scarlett thing to do, ”though you clean up nicely…but get out of my way..”[/b] making the attempt to step around her worst enemy in an attempt to make it out the door. she was not even sure of which way was home at this time but she knew it was close and that was her destination.


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[ELI MASON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #123456 solid; border-bottom: 10px #123456 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) IDK ( TAGGED ) SCARLETT ( OUTFIT ) HERE Eli wasn't exactly one to "party" as people called it. But a few of his buddies had called him up, they needed another person along for the ride and well, he wasn't doing anything else important stopping him from it. Eli didn't feel like dressing up anything too fancy just to have some white trash girl try to dance all over him. Eli didn't like going to clubs for two reasons. One, there always was a group of women that insist that he hang out with them, and two, if Eli gets drunk...well...that's just not pretty. Actually, when he's drunk, many many people like to party with him. He's loads of fun, a little less stickler about things and he knows a lot of good moves...if you know what I mean. He threw on a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt, and grabbed a jacket since the weather seemed to do backflips when it turned to the nighttime. And about thirty minutes later, he was in the middle of a bright club full of drunk people with nothing else to do but dry hump each other. Eli stood there against the bar. Hands in his pockets, trying to search for the party that he came here with, but there was no sign of them anywhere. Eli had the sudden realization of gratitude he had for himself by driving his car here. He took in a deep breath and let it out. There were a good amount of cute faces here tonight, but none of them really compared to what he actually liked in a woman. Eli turned around and eyed the bartender. "Just give me a beer" He said, in defeat for not figuring out the drink he wanted. A few beers later. He was about ready to go home. Eli stumbled through the crowds. The drinks in his system really weren't in his favor tonight. Only a little bit buzzed but it still caused him to stumble around like an idiot. As he mustered his way through the big crowd, he ran into someone. A girl. A very familiar girl. And his worst fears were realized by the look of her face, and sound of her voice, that...outfit. He stood there. Not really knowing what to do. What were the odds that he would run into Scarlett in a giant place like this. If fate was real, it was seriously playing tricks on him. She was obviously drunk, no doubt about that. But Eli had a hard time believing she was like this very often. He grabbed her arm, she needed to know that it was him she just bitched out a moment ago. When she turned around to face him, a smirk came onto his face, "Hey Kitten, miss me?" He had a firm grip on her arm, but not enough to hurt her. He hoped that maybe instead of punching him, that he could at least get a drink in the face. Getting punched was the last thing he wanted right now. For his Army buddies to see him get knocked out by a girl, yeah, now that was pathetic. He rolled his eyes at her. Did he really come off as that much of a tight ass that she was shocked he was here? Possibly. He shook his head, "I don't usually come here. A bunch of buddies needed another guy in their group. So don't get used to it..." He said, a little irritated. He looked around one last time for his friends that were still invisible among the crowd. He looked back at her just in time for her to compliment the way he cleaned up. Although that was from the alcohol he was sure, he did have a good skill of cleaning up better than most of his friends. Eli wasn't about to let Scarlett go so easily. She was obviously so drunk she didn't even know where she was going. He held onto her arm "i don't think so. you're not walking home alone. What do you say I take you back to my place so you don't end up going MIA?" Although it sounded like he just wanted to get it in, Eli was really concerned about her going home alone and piss poor drunk. If she were to come with him to his home, he could watch over her and then take her home in the morning. Although she hated his guts and loved to beat the piss out of him, it was just being polite and noble to watch over her for the time being. Eli watched her, he wasn't sure what she was going to say to it but, he wasn't taking no for an answer.[style][style=background-color: #deddd9; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; padding: 3px; color: #000;] oh yeah, real smart, take her back to your place...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[SCARLETT DRESCELL]

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it's a tragic cause of my reality

MORGAN/ELIJAH <3, 943, pretty girl , save her, sex her, good plan?

drinking was one of her many talents as she was able to drink a lot of people under the table. the other talent that she had was something that she swore elijah would never get to see no matter how good looking he was. and oh was he ever with his chiseled jaw, cropped blonde haircut and she could only assume what was under his shirt was just as delicious as the rest of him but he came from that world. it was a side of the world that she never wanted to be apart of but scarlett was too selfish anyway and could never actually be apart of that side of the world. she was not able to save a life if it meant that she could save her own and that set her apart from her own father who took his life in order to save the men that he swore to protect. one of the males was standing infront of her at that very moment with his fingers wrapped around her arm. she put out a hand, blocking out his face as she ducked her head down for a moment trying to swallow both the alcohol that was still sitting in her throat from the fresh shot that she had taken and the pride that came out with the petname that he had used, ”don’t ever call me that and don’t ever assume that I would ever miss you. because you just make an ass out of you…”

[/b]. she had changed the phrase up a little to support her point but pet names were strictly off the table as she hated them more than she hated the male infront of her. his hand was still on her and she had a fist clenched to her side but instead of actually launching it, her fingers uncurled and pushed his hand away from her, ”and don’t touch me.”[/b]. her words were slurred a little and as the grip was released, she took a small stumble step to the left but soon regained her balance on her heels and was upright once more. ”yea well, dancing doesn’t seem like your thing, or drinking, or even picking up a girl so even though your “buddies”[/b], airquotes included, ”needed another wingman or whatever, you should have stayed home.”[/b] and with that, she was on her home while spinning on her heels and heading for the direction of the exit.

she felt herself pulled back though and even considering that the grip was light, she still stumbled in her heels and had to catch herself on his shoulder, ”oh but I think I am. you’re not my father, you killed him, remember?”[/b]. her tone was dark and her eyes were narrowed as she gave her arm a tug, ”not going anywhere with you, not your place, not my place, not even out the door. go back to your army brats.”[/b] she hissed out, and gave him a shove for good measure to keep him away. she hoped that he would listen because in her current state of mind which was completely alcohol soaked, it was going to be hard to keep herself under control around a male as good looking as he was. she started out the door once more, grabbing onto a few surfaces as her heels were not helping with the fact that she had to stay balanced and as soon as she was outside, she was ditching her heels and giving a glance around for a cab. hey sweetheart….saw you in the club, you seem lost. the voice was new to her, and she slowly rolled her head in order to give the male a look over, her eyes slowly rolling before she put her hand out to a cab that passed by her, ”turn your sign off jackass!”[/b] she shouted which caused the stranger next to her to chuckle, look, my car is right there. he spoke, pointing to a random car that was only down the street. even though scarlett had drank over her capacity tonight, she was still well aware of what was happening and she shook her head, her eyes rolling once more, ”get lost freak. I’m getting a cab, not a ride home with some potential rapist. go find someone else to prey on.”[/b] she grounded out with a hiss and shook her head. she took a step closer to the road to peer for an awaiting cab when her arm was grabbed and she was quickly spun around to face the mid twenties male, you need a ride, I have a car…let’s go.. a low growl came from her as she suddenly stomped on his foot and let out a shriek as his grip grew tighter and then scarlett said something that she never thought would come from her mouth, ”look perv, I’m getting a cab for my boyfriend and I, he’s going to be out here any second and unless you want a pen in your throat, you’ll release me..”[/b] but her anger just fueled him on as he leaned over to whisper, then your boyfriend was careless.. which caused her eyes to widen. scarlett could usually control situations, she was able to sweet talk her way out of things, but with her current state, she was suddenly more tired that she realized. ”let go you asshole!”[/b], hitting him with her free hand which contained her heels which only prevented a minor distraction before her wrist was grabbed and squeezed, causing her to yelp and hoping that elijah had the brains to come out and save her or else that would be another thing added to the list because no matter how much she fought, the male was stronger than her.


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[ELI MASON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #123456 solid; border-bottom: 10px #123456 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) IDK ( TAGGED ) SCARLETT ( OUTFIT ) HERE Eli was used to being pushed away by Scarlett, it was just something that had occured over and over again enough times to a point where he just started to give up. Nothing in him really wanted to continue to keep her attention, but then, there was. It was like a small little dot in the back of his brain, pushing him to keep in contact with her, and make sure that she was safe at all times. Maybe it was the way her father had told him to look after her when he returned home. He would never tell scarlett that, it would sound like he was obligated to watch over her. And in a way he wasn't doing it for her father, he was really just trying to make sure she didn't do anything stupid. In a way, he cared for her...like an owner cares for a seriously messed up and crazy dog that pees on everything and you have to contemplate getting rid of him. Eli sat there at the bar. A beer in his hand, he had been turned down by Scarlett, again. He wasn't just about to keep following her, by now, he knew it would be pointless. He took a few sips before finally finishing it off. It took a good wage of beers before he was even buzzed. Seeing to it that this was only his second one, he still had a little ways to go if he wanted to get completely trashed. Unfortunately, being the DD of the group, he was the person that the rest on his friends were relying on him to get them saftly back home. He wanted to leave now, and he knew that none of his buddies were anywhere close to the mode of leaving the club. Finding Chris, he walked up to him and scratched his head "Hey man, Do you mind driving everyone home? I gotta get outta here." He heard mark nod and tap him on the shoulder "No problem dude. Watching everyone here having a good time gettin ya down?" If looks could kill, Chris would be dead on the floor. Eli was sick of it. With a growl in his breath he said as he started to walk away "Just get everyone home. I'm out." His back turned, headed towards the door. Eli pushed through the crowds of people. The smell of sweat lingered over the whole dance floor like someone had just worked out and fed all of their stentch and gross leavings to the AC of the room. If there was any AC on at all, he wasn't feeling it in the large crowd of people. He couldn't imagine how all of these men and women could dance out there for hours and not realize just how gross and sweaty they were becoming. In a way, it was sort of sexy, but in a public place, not so much. As he neared the door, he could hear a slight yelp from the other side. He couldn't tell if it was just some drunk chick being stupid, or if someone was actually in need of help. Eli didn't like to play the hero, he tried not to be. But when it came down to it all, he needed to be when someone was near his grasp and he could save them. Walking outside as fast he could, he looked around, finally seeing Scarlett being held by a man who she was clearly trying to get away from. Steam reared up from every corner of Eli's body until he was unable to control his anger any longer. No matter who the person was that was in destress, they never deserved to be forced to do anything, and he stood by that. Making his way over to the guy, and punched im right across the right side of his face. Instead of hitting the side where the cheek and nose were, he hit the man right in the temple. A weak spot when it came to major profile combating. The man backed away and swung at him, it wasn't hard for Eli to take him down. A few moments later he was standing over the guy, face to face with him, he snarled at him like a wiled animal, quiet, just so the man could hear what he was saying. "Go away, now, before I change my mind and take you out for good. You hear me?" The blood dripping down the man's face and the multiple nods gave pretty good indication that he was not going to try and touch Scarlett again. he felt sort of sorry for the man, but that all went away when the final blow to his face knocked him out cold. Standing up, Eli kicked him in the side, ramming his foot into his rib, making sure that he would stay down until someone found him, most likely the next day. Fixing himself up a little, his knuckles bleeding from the beating, she looked at Scarlett, anger clear on his face, but could also tell the way he was relieved on his timing for arriving outside. Taking a few steps toward her "What the fuck Scarlett? See, this is exactly why I offered to take back to my place so this shit doesn't happen to you. You have no idea how pissed off I am that...god" He growled under his breath. There wasn't much more he could say or do. He had just saved Scarlett's life, and he knew that if she pushed him away now, he would just stop for good. There wasn't any point in trying to stay by someone who just didn't even respect the things you do for them. Eli had just done a good deed for her, and in his mind, it was fair to at least not snarl at him and let him take her home. Tonight, he would take no for an answer. Eli desperately hoped that he wouldn't need to just leave her there. Even though it wouldn't sit right, he would probably just go back inside, and drink until he couldn't feel his appendages.[style][style=background-color: #deddd9; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; padding: 3px; color: #000;] oh yeah, real smart, take her back to your place...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[SCARLETT DRESCELL]

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YOU AND I GET SO DYSFUNCTIONAL THAT WE STOP KEEPING SCORE

MORGAN/ELIJAH <3, 1019, pretty girl , save her, sex her, good plan?

as much as the girl tugged, she was not getting any closer to getting her wrist out of the male’s grip. her feet were trying to remain stuck to the ground but she could hear her heels scraping against the pavement that went along with her resistance. it was an annoying sound, one that was causing her teeth to clench but her eyes met the male’s who had a triumphant smirk on his face and she did the only thing that she could think to do when everything else was failing—she spit. it hit the male into his eye and she suddenly felt fingers around her jaw, pulling her face closer to his and preventing her mouth from being opened. he reached up and swiped the spit off his face that had been starting to roll down his cheek and he wiped it along her shirt before mumbling something about her being a spitter and him being a biter, ”letgoofme..”

[/b] she said while her jaw was still in his grip and he pressed a sloppy kiss to her currently distorted lips. she took the time to raise her knee but he had caught it just in time and attempted to swipe her feet from under her. the grip on her chin was released and she felt her knees hit the pavement, ”if you think that I will start bowing to you, you’re sadly mistaken.”[/b] she hissed out before feeling her body pulled up, flush, against his own while his arms went around her waist to support her and trap her in his hold. he still had that one wrist in an iron grip and she was unsure of how to loosen it as biting, scratching and screaming for help was getting her nowhere. but her wrist was released as the male’s face seemed to change as a fist collided with the side of his head and her body was released, causing scarlett to stumble back on her heels and wince as she looked at the reddened handprint that wrapped around her delicate wrist.

her eyes watched with some amazement as she noticed who her savior was and began to suddenly regret pushing the male away. she wished that he had escorted her home because now the girl was stuck, in debt to her own personal hell of a hero. groaning, she wiped at her mouth as just a lick to her lips had the taste of the male flooding across her taste buds. her eyes had already started to flood with tears and she did not recgonize the sensation of her knees knocking together as she was usually a strong girl but something as close as being kidnapped and raped was something that had broken her just a little bit more. her outer shell was showing her own inner workings as she shook her head and finally reached for eli, ”stop.”[/b] she commanded but her voice was not as venomous as it commonly was when addressing the army man, it was shaky and unsure of how much she wanted the male to be beaten before realizing her own pain. her wrist ached, her lips even felt bruised, and she was now tired as the alcohol had finally hit the final stage and her eyelids felt heavier but she was sure that the adrenaline rush would keep her going for a few more minutes. the male was nodding to eli as the two of them exchanged spiteful words before she was half tempted to run and hug eli but she stopped herself as her arms were wrapped around her own frame. she glanced up at him, her chin held high once more but she started to back down as his words of anger reached her ears, ”..are you fucking kidding me!? how was I supposed to know that this dick was out here waiting for me? I was just about to grab a cab. I do realize it but you don’t need to fucking blame me, or you. you could not have prevented it either and I just didn’t expect it so shut the fuck up about it.”[/b], her voice was laced with venom but she did understand the anger in his voice and she was more careful when barking back her own reply. she also registered guilt on his face, ”don’t give me that fucking look..”[/b] she hissed, because it was the same look that he had when handing her the dog tags that were once around her father’s neck, and that was something that scarlett would not have been able to stand.

her arms uncrossed, dropping to her side with the signs of exhaustion as she looked down to the ground and winced as she noticed that she had handprints on parts of her legs, her wrist had already started to blacken as a result of the grip that she had. ”just take me home..”[/b] she mumbled under her breath, not wanting to admit defeat but also not desiring a repeat of the recent events. scarlett was usually a smart girl, but now, she was tired, and felt rather victimized at this point, ”or yours. which ever is closest to a g-d damn bed..”[/b] she muttered while stepping closer to him and grabbing his wrist in a light grip. ”but this does not mean that I owe you…or…i’m indebted to your ass. this is us being even now..”[/b] she muttered as her hand slid into his, palms touching and fingers lacing, as she leaned her head on his shoulder for support. her feet felt heavy and the walk to his apartment was shorter than she had expected. ”I sleep with no pants on. hope you don’t mind..”[/b], her head now leaning against the wall of his apartment halleyway while waiting for the door to open. her actions were a little distorted but her hand reached for his and she stopped the fidgeting with the key into the lock, her eyes met his and she slowly leaned in closer, ”thank you…”[/b] she mumbled, her lips barely brushing his own before finally touching lip to lip, the kiss quickly intensifying.

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[ELI MASON]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #123456 solid; border-bottom: 10px #123456 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) IDK ( TAGGED ) SCARLETT ( OUTFIT ) HERE He couldn't help but suddenly have care for the sad looking girl in front of him. She had almost been kidnapped and raped, and although he knew that she was never going to thank him for saving her life, he knew that she wanted to say so. He just knew it. But the anger and adrenaline was still pushing through his system from beating the snot out of the man that had almost taken her. For some reason, he would have really cared if Scarlett were taken, or hurt. He would have really cared. He didn't, or wasn't trying to, be the hero in the situation, but it just seemed to turn out that way. And whether she would accept it or not, she had to know that he did it because she was in destress and he wasn't just going to stand by, turn away, and pretend like it never happened. As a soldier, and a noble man, that would be against what he stood for...whatever that was. Her response to him almost made him flare up more, but the way she looked, the way her face was chisled at the moment pushed back that emotion. Now it was compassion. One that knew that he needed to get her somewhere safe where he could keep a watchful eye on her. If he were to take her back to her house, she could easily leave again, and he wouldn't be anywhere close by if something, god forbid, did happen. But if she were at his house, he would sleep on the couch or something, he would make sure that she stayed there until she was able to take care of herself. She was an able woman and he knew that, but against a man with muscles a little smaller than Eli's...it's too much for a small figure to handle. Eli rolled his eyes at her "What look?" He said as he escorted, or attempted to escort, her to his apartment complex. In about five minutes, maybe a little more, they were finally at his complex. It was very peaceful, and although it made him feel a litte skeptical about him living near the same area where that all went down, he knew it could have happened anywhere at anytime. It was just either cruel karma or the universe laughing at him, that it was her that was in the need of help. As they approached the door, he took out his key, still a little shaken from everything. He seemed to be having trouble with the lock. But what happened next, he never expected. Scarlett was standing very close to him. And the two words that came out of her mouth, boy, he wished he would have recorded them. "Thank you," were the words she said to him. Either it was the booze or...yeah it had to have been. He wouldn't have believed it otherwise. Before he knew it, her lips were against his, and she was quickly showing that she wanted more. Not even inside the apartment yet, Eli tried to reach over midkiss and unlock the door. he did is successfully, strangely easier than when she wasn't pressed up against him. He couldn't control himself, and even though his subconscience knew that she was drunk and probably doing this from being under the influence...he didn't care. not one bit. Now they were in the front hallway of his apartment, still pressed together, he held her there with one arm while he threw the keys down on the sidetable next to them. he stripped off his coat, revealing his perfectly sculpted arms. The exact same ones that wrapped around her body tightly, but still gentle. They fit perfectly there in the creases of her waistline, which only made him smile. Still, the thought of booze running everything she did still nicked at the back of his brain. He pulled away from her slightly and smiled "You're welcome" Two simple words, just like hers, and then, he was pressing himself against her once more. He loved the feeling. Either he hadn't been laid for a long time, or the sexual tension that was there between them was finally exploding into something amazing that he knew they would never forget. [style][style=background-color: #deddd9; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; padding: 3px; color: #000;] oh yeah, real smart, take her back to your place...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[SCARLETT DRESCELL]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #C19B69 solid, bTable] WE'RE LIKE FIRE AND GASOLINE i'm no good for you, you're no good for me [style=height: 303px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: .9; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]her feet ached as a result of the heels, her arms were burning from where the male had wrapped his hands around her porceling skin, staining it with red fingermarks and then her body was just physically exhausted from both the alcohol and then the fact that she had put up a good verbal and physical fight—or her best effort. a pen could have gone through the male’s leg if she had one in her purse, but she had not actually thought that trouble would have followed her tonight. but she had thought wrong. but even though her knees were knocking together and she had a small flood of tears in her eyes due to the fear of what could have happened, scarlett was still standing tall and proud. pride was an attribute that would never fail her, even in the most dire of situations. she never backed down and never degraded herself though she did not hesitate to put others down in order to make herself feel better but the thing was that she was no insecure. the girl knew that her brunette hair and dark eyes held a mystery that made her irrestible sometimes but even her ego got the best of her and it hurt when a blow was given to it, but she remained herself—always. ”the sympathy look, the one that you gave to me once before, I don’t need your pity right now or ever eli so drop the puppy dog eyes.”

[/b] she growled out, shaking her head as the girl, for once, followed his lead in the direction of his apartment with the idea of a bed being too good to resist. usually she maintained a good amount of self control but sleep and the vices of life were a weakness and currently, the desire for the former one was dragging her along. a wave of emotion, or maybe it was the alcohol finally taking it’s revenge on the girl, as she moved next to his door, watching as he fumbled with the key, ”hurry the fuck up.”[/b] she hissed out, her usual tone in most cases.

she had to say it, the words coming up in an upchuck feel but she needed him to know how much she appreciated what he did back there. scarlett was not an easy girl to get along with with her jaded personality and her cynical thoughts about life but there were moments, rare, that she had to admit defeat about needing someone else in her life. ”don’t get used to it..”[/b] she muttered after, breathless in everything that was happening around her. her body gravitated towards his, finding the hero act that he pulled to be rather seductive and even more of turn-on than she expected and that was when her lips were against his before the door was even opened. her hands fumbling with the doorknob behind her, waiting for him to actually finish unlocking the door and gave a frustrated growl to let him know that he needed to be just a little quicker. the action seemed to help as the door was pushed open a second later and she pulled his shirt, pulling him into her body as the door was shut with a kick of her foot. she raised an eyebrow as he pulled his jacket off, tossing it aside and she did the same to reveal her slender, hour glass shaped body that was framed with the nice belt that was nestled between the crease of her skirt and the shirt that was tucked in. ”you can show me your appreciation in another way..”[/b] she whispered, breathless still from the kiss. grinning against his lips as they found one another once more, their bodies colliding together in a mesh up of heat and passion. ”this is what you wanted…take it.”[/b] she mumbled against his lips, both of them tasting of alcohol but hers was more prominent in the way that she tasted. yet, the alcohol was not affecting her performance as her kisses were not sloppy and her process of removing clothes had no snags as they fell into bed with one another.

the morning sun shone through the unfamiliar room, her head was pounding with the amount of alcohol that had left her system in the form of exertion from last night events. her body was sore and she refused to get up but her body was out of the bed, sheet wrapped around her when she turned her head, squinting to see the blonde haired male sleeping next to him. ”SON OF A BITCH!”[/b] she yelled out, too loud for her own head but ignored the pain and the sudden dizziness that came over her. the sheet was wrapped tightly around her body, her eyes dropping to the floor to see the amount of clothes scattered over the hard work floor. she brushed a hand through her hair, ”this is the…worst possible fucking thing that could have happened.”[/b] she said outloud, bending down and giving him a nice view for the sun allowed the sheet to become sheer. ”this was a mistake,e this was…alcohol, this is never going to happen again, hope you got the mental image”[/b], the sheet dropping as she gathered all of her clothes and began to slip her undergarments on. she was not sure if he noted the black and red lace material that made up her bra but it was clear as day now and all in view. linking the three hooks together she finally turned around, her eyes narrowing at him, ”what!?”[/b] she hissed out, the color of her eyes darkening just a little with the frustration and full amount of confusion she had for what happened as everything was blurry and unclear but the evidence was there, they slept together and that was a nightmare for scarlett.
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