Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 23, 2015 20:34:36 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]She had the reply she was about to fire back at Ashton on the tip of her tongue, and she was about to say it when Louly excused herself to go and get another drink, which kinda left Erin standing there alone shooting daggers at Ashton. So she figured she may as well go and actually talk to him. Clutching her beer with one hand she walked in, her hips swaying very slightly more then usual as, for some reason, she wanted to taunt Ashton. She told herself that she was just trying to make sure he was right for Jade, and he would be loyal to her. "We were just talking about how much of a dick you are, actually" She said with a smile that contrasted what she had said. The pretty girl that had been tucked under Ashton's arm finally gave up and moved away from him, to stand next to the other boy there, as it was pretty obvious that she didn't want to be between her and Ashton, and she seemed to be talking more to the other boy anyway.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Nov 24, 2015 21:49:07 GMT
There was no stopping Ashton's eyes as they dropped to watch the intentional sway of Erin's hips as she strutted over to join their small group. He'd watched her walk before, more than once, and he could tell the extra little 'ummf' she added to her walk was nothing on accident. The liquor couldn't have taken effect yet, so he knew what this was. A test.
And guess who just failed.
He didn't even try to hide it, eyes simply batting back and forth like there was a mini tennis match in action across the bridge of his nose. Once he did meet her gaze, he just smirked, his emerald irises sparkling thick with the promise of teasing as he purred, "And ain't that just a great topic. Go on, let's continue it. It's really one of my favorites," his gaze narrowed as Iris slipped out of his grip and slinked to Jensen's side, his cousin sporting a confused look at the whole interaction.
"How much of a dick am I," Ashton paused, casting a look down to the words printed across her chest, the curl of his lips bordering on cruel with how smug he was, "Baby Girl?"
Jensen glanced down at Iris, a sympathetic look on his face as he lowered his voice and offered, "I'm really sorry about him," and it was only get worse. This was mild. Wait till the booze kicked in.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Nov 28, 2015 21:39:00 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Wow, he really was your basic teenage boy. She didn't know why, but she had expected more from Ashton, like he wouldn't be so easily floored by her swaying hips, but apparently he was; he watched her move from side to side like a cat watching a toy, waiting to pounce. Then again, she knew he was that type of guy, it was one of the reasons she didn't really want her beloved sister involved with him. She took a sip of her drink again and then smiled when he finished speaking. She was very happy to talk about what a dick he was, she knew she wouldn't have a chance to when Jade was around, and she'd have no excuse to do it any other time. Well, she didn't really have an excuse to now, but oh well, that didn't mean much to her.
She began opening her lips to speak, when he added 'baby girl' onto the end of his sentence. For once she was actually regretting wearing this top, as it would just give him a real excuse to call her baby girl and other pet names similar too it. Still, like always, she didn't show that she was embarrassed or regretting anything, and just narrowed her eyes at him before giving him the answer to his question. "Well. I must say, you're a pretty big one. Maybe, like, 7/10. I haven't really had enough encounters with you to give you the full 10/10" she replied coolly, the usual challenging glint returning to her eyes, the one she always had when she found herself talking to Ashton.
Iris glance back up to Jensen, unsure whether they should leave the other two by themselves or not. It seemed like the kind of interaction that would either end in a fight or the complete opposite, maybe both, and Iris didn't really feel like staying to find it which it would be, but knew Jensen would probably want to keep an eye on Ashton. She shook her head, tucking a bit of hair behind her ear as she shot the other pair another glance "it's fine" she replied, looking back at Jensen with a smile.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Dec 7, 2015 13:01:59 GMT
Normally, Ashton was a pretty smart guy. Give or take a few IQ points he was just shy of being a genius, okay, that’s a lie, but he was still pretty well off when it came to head- er, brains. This isn’t helping to prove that point. He’s mediocre, distracted by the pair of long legs beside him, doesn’t apply himself- that’s always his excuse. This isn’t what he’s trying to get at. What he means is: despite his given brain capacity, whatever that even is, when common sense came into play- when getting laid came into play- he was borderline Einstein. Unless he was drunk, or even tipsy. Put a beer in his hand and he instantly becomes that dick-bag frat boy in every cliché film. Sometimes, okay, all the time, he was rather brain dead when high, but that wasn’t often. Liquor had always been his drug of choice, all that smoking mumbo jumbo was only to impress- he didn’t like the burn of it.
He’s getting off track- bad brain, pay attention. His point is that he’s chugged two cups of whatever liquor and soda concoction the chick who threw this thing made and he was off his game. He wasn’t playing this smart. Jade was end game, but how could he even think that far ahead if he could barely get his own thoughts straight. So of course he’s playing up the hormonal teenage boy angle, it’s all he’s capable of right now. Swaying hips, words printed across her chest- yeah, he’s going to stare.
Like the great Jamie Foxx said, blame it on the alcohol.
“Only a seven out of ten?” Ashton asked, honestly a tad taken aback. He’d expected more than that, he hadn’t exactly been the best around her. “Well then,” he said with a underlying tone of determination, “I’ll just have to try harder. I can’t be anything less than the best, can I, baby?” Once he started with the pet names, he’d really have a hard time stopping.
He had a feeling he was going to get smacked by the end of the night.
Jensen figured the same thing. With the way the two were glaring at each other, he knew this could only end in chaos, and he really didn’t want to be in the line of fire. He loved the kid, he did. He would take a punch for him, but get in the middle of a lover’s spat- nah, he’s fine watching from the side lines. Glancing down at Iris, he sighed, shaking his head at the pair. “We should probably, you know, leave them to go at it,” his voice was pitched low, gaze batting back to the pair as he spoke. He could tell she was uncomfortable with the situation. As long as he could keep Ashton in his sights from wherever they went, then he was okay with leaving the pair.
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Dec 13, 2015 1:26:15 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]"Well, like i said, i haven't known you long yet, but you are deffiently, quickly working your way up the scale. No need to worry about that" Erin replied, a somewhat bitter smile twisting her lips up. She wanted to retaliate in some way to the pet names, but she couldn't actually think of anything to say, for once. Use a pet name back? No, he'd probably just like that. Thoughts were circling around her mind as she took another drink, finding that she'd actually nearly finished it. That wasn't such a good sign as, believe it or not, Erin was quite a light weight. She'd never actually done that much drinking thanks to the constant travelling and work, and she was quite a small person, so she couldn't drink too much before she was tipsy.
Iris let out a little breath of relief, glad Jensen had obviously either had the same idea as her, or he'd picked up on the uncomfortable vibes coming off her and decided he'd be nice and accompany her away from the passive aggressive (well, more aggressive then passive, but you know) pair. "I agree" She replied, then glanced around the room to see if there was anywhere else they could go where Jensen could still keep an eye on Ashton, because she assumed he'd want too, while also being away from them. She quickly noticed there was space on one of the sofa's, and that space seemed very appealing, especially because Iris had forgotten how torturous if was to wear heels. With her drink in one hand she grabbed Jensen's sleeve and lead him over to the sofa. She wasn't drunk yet, but she'd had enough to not feel self concious by grabbing a boy and dragging him around, apparently.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Dec 13, 2015 16:43:01 GMT
"Good, good," Ashton purred distractedly, leaning past her, which consequently made him invade her personal space, arms brushing past her chest as he snatched another red solo cup off the table. He hadn't even noticed what he'd done. Bummer. Once upright again, he brought the cup to his overtly plump lips (he'd had many woman say they'd kill for a pair like those, and countless men ask to see what they can do- which he politely turned down, or politely as a boy like himself was capable of. So not politely at all) and downed a healthy gulp. The fingers on the hand not secured around the flimsy plastic ran across his chin, wiping up what alcohol had dribbled down from his mouth. Glancing her way, his emerald green eyes were hazy. He'd, what, drank like four or five of these by now? Coke laced with something heavier than cheap liquor. Maybe vodka? A beer he could down- a six pack maybe by himself before he was completely wasted, but straight liquor? Nah, he would be taping out any time now. Which only meant his attitude would get worse, body more loose, and actions done without predicting the consequences. Eyes drawn to her cup, he said nothing more than, "Another?" Not cocky lift to it, just a hint of 'hey, if I'm getting drunk, someone better be right there with me'.
To his surprise, Jensen was halted mid-grab for Ashton's cup to stop the kid from drinking more by a small weight yanking him away from the scene, a petite hand looped around his wrist- giving him no choice in the matter. Oh well, if Ashton ends up with a terrible hangover and a black eye it was his own fault. A couch, a smaller one considering the other was loaded with drunk teens, was their destination. In eye sight of Ashton, and admittedly more comfortable than standing, Jensen let himself fall into the cushions, thigh sidled up against Iris' as she sat next to him. Water bottle shoved between his legs, he set his hands in his lap, her grip having fallen off as they sat. Glancing at his cousin one final time to see the pair looking somewhat civil, he turned his attention to Iris, a soft smile on his lips as he tried to stir up a conversation not related to his idiot relative.
"So, you come here often?" It was more of a joke than anything, something to get her mind off anything bothering her. What he'd wanted to ask, rather, was why was she here? Alone, of all things.
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Human
Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 15, 2015 22:17:05 GMT
| Iris let herself sink into the sofa, glancing around the room, almost wishing she'd see Jasper or Rose, or Levi, or even Sky and Liam. All she saw was her old friends, the ones she'd basically abandoned when she was sucked into the supernatural side of Beason Hills. She'd left some wonderful girls in order to hang out with a freak mix of broken supernatural creatures and humans, and where were they all now? Jasper and Levi, gone. Sky all but hated her, and Liam didn't exactly have a soft spot for her either. When it came down to it, all she had left of Rose, and a lot of time she was busy with her own things. At first, despite all the danger, she'd thought this world was so magical, but she now knew it was just stressful and lonely. She'd been left with a mix of feelings constantly weighing down on her heart and nothing to show for them. No friends, no Jasper. Whatever he was meant to be to her. She was pulled away from her thoughts by Jensen just in time, as she could feel tears pressing against the back of her eyes as she thought of her current situation. His question had distracted her and forced them away just in time, and she cracked s laugh and a little giggle, nodding slightly. "Well, I'm sort of friends with Lottie, the girl who threw this thing, so I've probably been her more often then most others here, but not that often" she explained, taking a sip of her drink, letting the heat coming off his body next to her, and the chatter around her remind her that she wasn't alone, no matter what she thought. WORDS: 309 |
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 15, 2015 22:46:31 GMT
A party wasn't exactly the place for Iris to get such a pensive look on her face. Lost in thoughts, and by the look of it, not fond ones. Either she was pissed or on the verge of tears, but his words had seemingly managed to snap her out of that mess of memories before she either screamed or bawled. Jensen wouldn't have known how to handle either of those. A laugh bled off her lips, and he couldn't stop an answering chuckle of relief falling off his own. Her response was more of a fact than a teasing reply, but he could work with it- of course he could, considering this factual talk was more up his alley than jovial conversations. That was Ashton, who was currently staring blatantly at the words embroidered across the girl he was chatting up's chest. Or maybe he was just staring at her breasts. Yeah, probably that one.
Nodding along with her words, Jensen bit his lip for a moment, trying to recall how exactly he knew the blonde throwing the party. "I've had Lottie," the name felt odd on his lips, almost too childish and he didn't feel as those he knew her well enough to those around the nickname, but then again he figured calling her Charlotte would have gotten him a weird look from Iris, "In a few of my classes over the years, but I don't think we're exactly friends." Kind of like him and her, though they had been sandbox buddies back in elementary school, but after puberty hit, they'd lost touch. Until now, it seems- which he was kind of glad for. Iris was good company. "Really, I would have never even come," hadn't even known there was a party being thrown to begin with, "If Ashton hadn't dragged me along." He shrugged, feeling a tad bit lame at admitting that, but oh well. Honesty is the best policy, sometimes.
Leaning back into the couch, he tossed one arm along the back of the couch, being sure not to make contact- because that may make things awkward and he would prefer avoiding that, thank you very much. His other hand remained in his lap, fingers fiddling with the bottle cap as he glanced at Iris. "You know her better than I do- what's Lottie like?" Another poor attempt at keeping the conversation going, though he was curious. Who was stupid enough to get teens wasted and risk them ruining their house?
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Dec 17, 2015 22:29:16 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Erin couldn't keep the annoyed, slightly disgusted look off her face as Ashton leaned into her, then past her, to get another drink. It was obvious that he was tipsy at the least, he was messier, less subtle (she hadn't thought that was possible, but apparently it was), and was it didn't help that you could practically smell the alcohol on his breath as he came close. She glanced around at the surrounding mess of people, keeping an eye out for Louly, but she couldn't see her anywhere, she'd merged back into the crowd, leaving her alone with Ashtom and without a friend in this town. Oh well, she was used to that- missed opportunities. She returned her attention to Ashton just to see him taking a swig of his new drink, so she did the same, finishing her drink in one. She wasn't tipsy yet, but the drinks had so much alcohol in them that she knew she would be after one more drink. So one more she had. Locking her eyes with his she raised an eyebrow slightly before tapping her new cup against his "cheers" she said, then took a long drink of her up,the vodka burning the back of her throat as it went down, but she didn't really mind, as she was used to pain now, and thought it grounded her in some way. Even though she knew this pain would do the complete opposite of grounding her she managed to convince herself it was good for her.
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Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
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Post by Iris Weata on Dec 17, 2015 23:12:06 GMT
| Iris nodded along with his reply, probably with a bit more curiosity and sincerity then sober her would do sober, but still. She finished her drink before thinking about her reply even if it didn't involve that much thinking. A smile bleed across her lips "well, I'm finally glad for Ashton. He did something right by making you come" she told him. Honestly, she didn't know why they'd ever stopped being friends, he was so lovely, and, really just the kind of person she'd needed when things were tough. And boy, had things been tough. Sure, Rose was lovely, but she was also so involved with all the other issues in Iris' life that she knew she wouldn't get the kind of unbiased answers she wanted from her, and Jensen would have been perfect at giving the unbiased answers. She fiddled with the top of her now empty cup, thinking over the question she'd just been asked. What was Lottie like? Well, really it depended on who you were to her. "Lottie'a quite... Well, she's quiet and closed off if oh don't know her. Like, really closed off. Remember her mum died like 2 years ago? Well that really fucked her up, which was understandable. Remember all the rumours that she saw her mums body and stuff?" Iris paused, shocked by what she was saying. It was common knowledge that Lotties mum had died, but it still didn't see, right that she was just talking about it so casually, especially while drunk. "Oh god, I sound so insensitive" she mumbled, without really realising she'd said it out loud. "Um, but yeah, I mean when you get to know her she's really lovely, like one of the nicest people you could meet, she's just a bit messed up..." She left out the bits about Lottie finding dead bodies constantly due to her banshee powers, which was something she'd learnt from Rose, as that wasn't such common knowledge, and she was pretty desperate to get off the subject now. WORDS: 337 |
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
76 posts.
18 years old.
in looooove.
I am Male.
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Post by Jensen Pines on Dec 27, 2015 23:17:55 GMT
Did that mean she was actually enjoying his company? He knew he wasn't exactly unpleasant to be around, if anything a tad bit bland with his goody two-shoes lifestyle, but for her to compliment Ashton on getting Jensen to come around to the idea of a party, well, how else could he take the statement? He couldn't help the soft blush that tinted his cheeks at her words, but he'd blame it on the heat in the room in rather than the fact that her words had gotten to him. He took a moment to compose himself, swallowing down a few gulps of water as his eyes found Ashton. Nothing note worthy- no blood or yelling, so he took that as a good sign. For now, at least.
His attention was drawn back to Iris as she began to speak about their host, his eyes widening slightly as he listened to her babble. She was being rather insensitive to the situation and Jensen really couldn't believe the words coming out so causally out of her mouth- though he knew the alcohol she'd consumed was too blame, and he figured he'd have to keep an eye on how much more she drank as well if he didn't want things to get further out of hand. His arm dropped off of the back of the couch and onto her shoulders, his hand squeezing her shoulder gently as he reassured her, "Yeah, just a tad bit insensitive, but you've had quite a bit to drink," was it two cups? That didn't seem like much, but then again who knows how much liquor exactly is packed into those red solo cups. Offering her his water bottle, he hoped she was drunk enough to not mind his lips had been wrapped around it, thinking it'd help get some of her senses back. Ignoring her first bit of information, Jensen simply nodded and gave her a weak smile, "Yeah, hey, I'll take your word for it. She has always seemed nice." Giving her arm another comforting squeeze, he removed his arm from her shoulders and back onto the couch, lips moving quickly to change to topic back to something safer, "So how's your mom and dad? Haven't seen them in ages." That was a bit of a lie, working at the only grocery store in town as a bag boy led to many conversations between him and the mother's of the town as he helped put their bags into the trunk. Iris' mom was always sure to give him a small tip and a hug, always asking when she'd see him around the house again- maybe if things ended well tonight, he may just pay the Weata's a visit.
But still best not to get his hopes up on the matter of rekindling their friendship.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Dec 30, 2015 18:59:39 GMT
A cocky smirk twisted his lips as he chorused in a cheers himself before sipping on his liquor- not quite downing it, rather just letting some sit on his tongue as his eyes roamed lustfully over Erin's face while she drank. Even as her nose scrunched up some at the burn the booze had brought on, eyes crinkled around the edges with a hint of distaste, there still was a beauty to her features. Something about the way she held herself or just the crude glint in her eye, but Ashton was drawn in and he had been since she slammed her locker shut beside him. It wasn't love, it was lust, but still a stronger pull than he was used to. The 'look but don't touch' vibe just left him wanting more. He needed to touch, needed to have and taste and look and hold. He needed to claim. Something about taming a wild horse came to mind, the pleasure behind finally breaking the beast and being able to call it your own- to ride it with ease. He needed that. A primal instinct to take and destroy- despite whatever fate held for him and her twin. Ashton wanted Erin now, and he wanted her bad.
Though he was just sober enough to know that acting upon those urges was a bad, bad idea. So he held back, for know.
Tilting his head in curiosity, he waved his drink in her general direction, gesturing to her get up, a mischievous glint to his eyes as he nibbled on his plump bottom lip, "So what are you supposed to be, huh?" He tapped his cowboy boots softly to the beat of the song overhead, a thumb tucked into one of the belt loops of his jeans as he took in the bare skin her crop top revealed. Happy Halloween indeed.
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Written by Rebecca.
445 posts.
17 years old.
single.
I am Female.
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Post by Iris Weata on Jan 5, 2016 17:42:31 GMT
| Iris closed her eyes for a second, trying to get over the embarrassment of what she'd said, honestly wondering how she could be so insensitive about something like that. She knew that she'd drunk enough to make her a bit tipsy, as she was a light weight, and she couldn't imagine Lottie actually getting offended by what she said as, after all, it was actually true, but still. Her eyes found the tall blonde through the crowd, talking to Jamie (surprise surprise), and silently apologised, even though it was unlikely Lottie would ever find out about Iris' little bit of word vomit. The hand on her shoulder was a bit of a surprise, but it was nice none the less. She realised she hadn't been comforted much recently, so it was nice to have the reassuring weight on her shoulder, and it did actually help her get over the little embarrassing, rude babble she'd done. She even moved into him a little more, not enough to let him get the wrong idea, it was all purely friendly, but she couldn't help it. "Sorry" She mumbled, her eyes falling on the water bottle that was being offered to her. She took it and took a few sips, not bothering to worry about the fact that he'd been drinking it- in fact that was a little comforting, at least she knew that way she wasn't getting drugged or anything. Obviously, Jensen wouldn't ever do something like that, but still. "Thanks" She said as she passed it back to him, inching away from him again when he took his arm away from her, so they were back in their original positions. A little confused frown passed across her face when he asked about her parents, who he apparently hadn't seen in a while, hadn't her mum mentioned seeing him while grocery shopping the other day? She might be making that up, but she didn't think so. "They're good, my dads working more night shifts at the moment though, so i don't see him as much since he's sleeping in the day... Mum's fine, actually, i think she mentioned you the other day? You helped with her shopping or something?" She asked, her tone questioning as she looked over at him. WORDS: 377 |
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Hunters
Written by Rebecca.
146 posts.
18 years old.
help.
I am Female.
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Post by Erin Little on Jan 5, 2016 22:46:28 GMT
[googlefont="Playfair Display"][googlefont="Josefin Sans"] we're gonna be free WE'RE CHILDREN OF THE BAD REVOLUTION AND PARTYING'S OUR ONLY SOLUTION [attr="class","itokaytext"]Well, she recognised that look. As she finished her drink and lowered her cup she noticed him shamelessly staring at her, as if he didn't have intentions for her twin sister. Erin had mixed thoughts. Part of her was disgusted, and felt sorry for her sister- why did someone as lovely as Jade have to crush on someone like Ashton? It didn't seem fair at all. The other part of Erin, though, was loving it- at heart she was a bit of an attention whore (but who wasn't?), and this was just fuelling her need of attention and her need to be loved. Erin was a weird one. She would go through hell to protect her sister (quite literally), but the second a boy looked like he might really want something to do with her she was ready, even if she didn't show it, and even if that boy was the one her sister was practically infatuated with. The small, logical part of Erin that was left was screaming that it was Asston for fucks sake, and that she should go nearly him with a 10 foot pole, but oh well. Erin had always been good at ignoring the logical side of herself. She would keep up with the hard, bitchy act for as long as possible, obviously, but she had a feeling that if she carried on drinking the way she was, her act would falter by the end of the night.
She glanced down at her outfit quickly, reading the word sprawled across her chest, then down to her tight jeans, then to her boots, then turned her attention to Ashtons outfit. Jeez. Cowboy boots and all. She looked back at his face and shrugged, "I'm not dressed up. I didn't realise it was a dressing up thing" She told him, and if you looked around, anyone could see that the majority of people weren't dressed up either. "You, on the other hand, look like an idiot" She told him matter of factly as she grabbed another drink.
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Supernatural
Written by Megan.
299 posts.
18 years old.
two timin' hoe.
I am Male.
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Post by Ashton Pines on Jan 10, 2016 23:22:17 GMT
"Of course you're not," Ashton's charming grin faltered for a moment before finally teetering off completely. He looked deflated, childish in his intoxicated state and upset that Erin couldn't play along. Blame the liquor, blame the booze, but Ashton was borderline pouting, barely able to restrain himself from crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his lips out, but he managed to hold it back. "It wasn't, but it's Halloween! Come on," okay, now his arms found their way over his torso, crossing defiantly as his muscles twitched under his too tight shirt. In reality, his frown should have deepened as she poked fun at him, but god, it could put the sun to shame as he beamed at her taunt. "An idiot?" Ashton scoffed, clearly for show as his arms dropped and he waved a finger in her face- though it was off by a few inches, alcohol, man, "I take offense to that. If I could'a brought my horse with me, I'da had him bite you. Rude. Cowboys are not idiots. They are classic, where as you looking like a curbside whore is not." He nibbled on his bottom lip for a moment, gaze batting her up and down before settling on her midriff as he continued, "But I can appreciate all of," he waved his hand at all of the exposed skin as he grinned, "That," his eyes rose to find her as he went on, "And you know you love my Texan twang, baby. Never been with a cowboy, huh?" He waggled his eyebrows in what was meant to be a seductive manor, but well, one can only imagine how stupid it looked as he accompanied it with a mimed lasso throw.
Drunk Ashton is an even hornier Ashton. Which you wouldn't think was possible, considering.
After realizing what a fool he'd made of himself with his drunken babbling, he tilted his head down in mock shame and kicked the toe of his boot against the floor beneath him, his voice was petulant as he mumbled, "'m not an idiot, you're the idiot." Smooth. He peeked at her from under his stupidly long lashes, lips in a true pout as he scowled. Man-child. He was a full blown man-child.
This is the last time he drinks around stubborn girls who's sister he wants to bang- along with said stubborn girl.
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