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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 27, 2006 1:17:58 GMT -5
The Club. Like what the…? Who, in the entire universe would name a club; The Club. That is just stupid! Even a drunken burnout could have come up with something better! True, if he’d been that bored, he could have taken the actual issue to court, but he didn’t, as he made much worse issues to worry about; Taylor. There she was, acting like a total slut, hanging off him like a…well, yes, like a slut. He hated this attitude; from anyone really, but the fact that he couldn’t touch her, made it just a whole lot harder to ignore. As she draped there, playing games with him, he felt as though he could have simply hit her, slapped her right across the face, but now wasn’t the time to protest, as he had a decision to make, as to whereabouts they would head. True, The Club seemed as good a place as any, but he would have felt ridiculous about stepping into such a daggy named location.
“I guess we’ll just head there then, I don't suppose it matters where we end up.” A sigh split his lips as he leaned harshly against a random telegraph pole that seemed to be placed ideally in front of the restaurant. “Maybe you should ring Hunter, just tell him we’ll be a The Club, just in case he’s curious about our location.” With the suggestion, he laughed gently, annoyed about how the female worried about details like this, alerting her boyfriend every time they went somewhere new, but if she wanted, she could alert him to the whereabouts that they were off to explore.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 27, 2006 1:26:46 GMT -5
She didn't give up just yet. So maybe leaning against a telephone pole slightly ruined her plans, but she was sure she could think of something a little more obnoxious and sluttier to do if she thought about it long enough. She wasn't trying to convey promiscuity as much as she was power. She enjoyed it, just in the little bit. Knowing her, she wouldn't quit until he snapped at her, and then she would probably just laugh it off.
She looked at the pink and diamond watch on her right arm, speculating the schedule for the rest of the night. That was, if her driver ever got there. Then, it hit her. She'd gone through every impossibly obnoxious move the token slut in every teen movie pulled, until she figured one out. Yeah, she figured, her shirt was short enough. She yawned, a real one, suprisingly, and stretched her arms towards the sky, and felt the chilly air on her torso, where her top had once been. She dropped her arms, smirked, and cocked her eyebrows. "Did you know that yawns are induced by a change of your train of thought, and not fatigue?," she offered.
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 27, 2006 1:58:37 GMT -5
As enticing as it may have been to just take a peek at her figure, he turned his head away sharply. Shaking his head as it swiftly shut out view of her, he daren’t not laugh. This was totally unfair, to both himself, and his mate; Hunter. Seriously, she couldn’t do this to her. Unlike before, where he could have simply smacked her over the face, now; all he wanted to do was…well, you know. But he promised himself one thing; and that was that he wouldn’t make any advance on her. So he didn’t. “Taylor. Stop it, seriously!” With quite an aggressive tone, he snarled at her viciously, just enough for her to back off; hopefully. He wasn’t happy, but it wasn’t like he was going to hit her, or violate her rights. He wasn’t like that, he would never abuse or force someone, especially a girl into doing something.
[ I didn't really know what to put . Sorreh . ]
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 27, 2006 7:46:19 GMT -5
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, trying her hardest to sound innocent, when she knew she really wasn't. She suddenly walked away, her hells making the classic clicking sound on the pavement. She stood on the corner, and stuck her hand out, signaling their location to the black Mercedes that had just pulled into the parking lot. "Took damn well long enough," she said under her breath, but still lound enough for anyone nearby to hear her.
The car slowed to a stop right infron of her, and she opened the backseat door. She stood there for a second, slightly irritated at how long it took the car to arrive, but still satisfied with how she managed to frustrate Jeremy.
"You coming or not?"
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Post by Jeremy Stiller on Nov 28, 2006 1:42:37 GMT -5
Not even a simple nod was given from the male’s tall and muscular structure as he stood in complete silence after she’d denied anything to do with the constant teasing, and flirting he’d been receiving from her only seconds before. With a slow motion, he managed to hold a smile on his face. With success, it almost looked at the point were it was for real, but then it died. Maybe it was the moment the large black car drove into the parking lot, baring keeping any space between the girls small frame, and the bar-less front of the vehicle. Alarmed by both it’s appearance, and driving skills, he acted as though he was hesitant to actually aboard the car, though it was only humour holding him back. Rarely, did he ride in cars, and if he ever did, it was Hunter’s or such, but never a ladies car, oh well except for his mothers, but that wasn’t counted, as he was actually related to her. With the female’s comment about the driver’s timing, he let a small laugh escape through his nostrils in amusement. Though maybe he shouldn’t have, he felt slightly sorry for the chauffer at this point, but certainly let it slide.
Jogging up to where Taylor stood, in such an elegant pose, he smiled and gave a quick nod to the driver. “Yes Taylor, what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” With a simple laugh, he asked her a simple question, with of course; an added, but unneeded curse placed inside the sentence, it was certainly his own little touch. True, he did usually add one, or two unnecessary swear words into most of the sentences he spoke, but in some way, he didn’t actually do it on purpose, not usually anyway, it was sort of just a habit, which he followed quite regularly. “So…To this club thou speak so indignantly of?” He asked with a ancient, maybe medieval tone.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 28, 2006 17:27:04 GMT -5
{i'll start a new thread under Nightlife now...}
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