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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 10:46 pm
Jamal gave her an approving grin as he set his bottle in his lap, keeping it uncapped for now as he planned on nursing off that thing for as long as he had the hand-eye coordination to get it to his lips.
"Somethin' int'restin? What we gonna do? Play some truth o' dare?" He was joking, of course, but her question made him remember back to when he was a kid, playing that stupid game with all his friends before he fell into the gangs and drug world. "So you wanna know sumthin' int'restin' as in some sorta life goal like wantin' ta be an actor o' maybe sumthin' a lil' mo' dirty?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 10:52 pm
"You're stalling," she crooned, waiting a bit before taking another taste of the Captain. "Something interesting," Antony repeated, violet eyes watching his darker ones slyly before she continued, "And remember who you're talkin' to... So nothing boring."
So what if it resembled Truth or Dare? They obviously couldn't do what she wanted to do because he had gone and broken himself. Sheesh.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:01 pm
"O' maybe I'm jus' makin' ya work fo' yer answers," he replied in an equally sly manner, casually looking away from her to attend to his liquor bottle. So she wanted interesting hmmm? Now what could he talk about that would be of interest to little ol' Antony....
Would she care to hear about this slim escapes from death, being shot at by skinheads while he was making a drug run, or just general life of the city? Probably not. She looked like someone who'd seen it all.
The potent alcohol, being drank straight as it was, brough a flush of warmth to his face and chest that grew so bothersome that he finally stripped himself of the tank that barely concealed any skin in the first place. He preferred to go barechested anyway...it brough attention to his muscles first off, his tattoos secondly, and the small scars on his abdomen and shoulder that remained of old bullet wounds. He was proud of those little marks; he was a survivor, god dammit.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:11 pm
Oh? It was time to take tanks off now was it? Not really caring anyways, Antony wedged the bottle between her thighs so it wouldn't fall over, and then she reached up and tugged the 'beater off, tossing it aside. She was now left in her skeevies, and she was -so- damn hot. No really. And tingly too.
Her eyes trailed down to his now bare chest, and she didn't bother to hide the fact that she was staring. Nice abs were always a plus for her, always. She took notice of the scars as well, crawling closer to him after checking the Captain's safety in her hand.
Had it not been for his injury, Antony probably would have already found herself some more comfortable positions they could be in, but she instead flopped down next to him, hugging the bottle to her protectively. Afterall, the Captain was never broken.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:18 pm
Oh boy, here we go again. 8D
Jamal knew she was staring and didn't mind in the least...he knew he'd get that reaction if anything. However, she was so concerned over the Captain that he felt a little cheated. Now...liquor was good, but come on now. -12 points to a bruised ego.
Maybe this whole 'damaged goods' thing wasn't going to pay off all that well. He'd be damned if he was going to end up second to a bottle of rum.
He reached out to wrap a hand around the neck of the Captain bottle, eyes glinting merrily in a ploy to get her attention diverted from the death grip on the glass. "Ya gonna share? Or am I gonna have ta pry it from yo' grasp?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:25 pm
Drunk as she was, Antony didn't fall for his charm over the Captain. Not when he was broken at least. With a crooked grin, she tightened her grip and returned the question with a smooth, sultry voice, "You'll have to earn em. It's tha Cap-i-tan afterall~."
Her free hand, the one without a death grip on the mighty Captain, absently trailed to trace his tattoos. From his shoulder, up, and up... Then down, and down across the front of his chest. She had to lean in to reach those, but her grip did not waver! Constant vigilance!
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:32 pm
"Earn 'em?" he repeated, amusement thick in his voice. "s**t, I think ah did that last night...plus you drank alla mine, 'member?"
He started to pick at the fingers wrapped tightly around the bottle, but doing so in a discrete "I'm really playing with your fingers" sort of way by caressing each digit slowly, slipping his own fingers over the spaces between hers casually.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:40 pm
"I~," she began, straightening up somewhat, "Drank all yer Goose. You! You sucked tha Captain dry!" Pausing to collect her thoughts, she soon added another accusation to the mix, "You slut~ you!" Those words were definitely slurred.
Shifting so that she was neatly curled in the general area of his side/chest/naked body, she let her head rest against his upper chest. As she stretched her legs out, Antony wiggled her toes experimentally. They were tingling.
She had long since forgotten about her attempt to hog the rum all to herself, fingers loosened by his covert opp.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:51 pm
"Dat yous did," he said in a sudden revelation as she snuggled to his chest, having forgotten that the Captain had been securely in his grasp that night untl it was empty....and soon this bottle would be too. The accusation of being a slut only made him laugh and drape one arm over her lap. No reason to try and argue, even if he was certain that the pot was calling the kettle black at this point. "You drank alla my Goose...ma poor booze shelf was lookin' all sad 'n empty this mornin'."
Discovering her lack of attention to said rum bottle, he finessed the bottle from her hand and before she could complain, pressed the rim to his mouth and greedily chugged a generous portion from it. What was she gonna do? Slap him? His skin was so numb in places that he'd probably never feel it...damn the effects of alcohol sometimes.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 11:59 pm
"Then your shelf should be cryin'. Emoshelf," Antony giggled softly to herself, noticing the Captain's disappearance only when Jamal took to chugging it. She made a sort of whimper noise, but yawned deeply before it finished.
She was suddenly so warm and sleepy. Warm... and she had a hand in her lap! Patting his hand sluggishly, another yawn escaped her lips. Burrowing deeper into her little 'den,' Antony gave him a bit of a goofy grin before closing her eyes. So heavy.
Her knees curled into her chest slightly so they were no longer dangling off of the bed. It was only a matter of time before she was in a deep, drunken stupor of sleep.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 12:07 am
Jamal sniggered drunkenly at her "emoshelf" comment. What the ******** she started to yawn and put off vibes of being tired, he got a hawkish look to his eyes. Hey, he didn't say she could go to sleep! Hey! He poked at her thigh with one finger of the hand that was draped over her leg.
...Damn...
The bottle of Captain was given one more sip before he managed to slide it, along with the bottle of whiskey, back to their previous perch on the bedside table. It was hard to do, given the fact that he had Antony all curled up on him, but he managed rather well considering his degree of impairment.
He peered down at her as she slipped into her drunken sleep and felt sympathy tugs at his eyelids, demanding that they too get their share of rest. Not like he'd miss anything tonight, from the looks of it. Maybe he'd just rest his eyes, then try again to wake her up. It was too early for sleeping...yeah...that's it.
It didn't take long for the 'resting of eyes' to mutate into a coma-like, alcohol induced rest.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 10:04 am
After several house of undisturbed sleep, Jamal woke to find himself still sitting up in Antony's bed with the woman still curled next to him. He was vaguely hungover, like the morning before, but not bad enough to really cause him too much discomfort. He peered down at her, trying to determine if she was going to wake soon or not, then decided that one of those 'leaving without a word' exits would work just fine provided he could move her.
It wasn't too hard to get himself eased out and off the bed to his relief. He collected his shoes and his tank before leaving her duplex and heading for his own.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 11:04 am
With Jamal gone and her hangover mostly dissipated, today looked like a great day to do just that.
I hike up to somewhere up on the mountain would be a nice place to go. No one around if she decided to blow off some steam. No one 'strange' around to set her off, to confirm her worst fears: that she would never see her father, her only family, ever again. That all she had worked for was now gone, forever.
After packing a couple packs of cigarettes and her fully charged laptop into her messenger bag, Antony grabbed a bottle of water and left her duplex.
Luckily for her (and them), she did not run into anyone on her way to the semi-mountain's base, and she was quite happy for that.
The hike itself took a couple hours, and Antony didn't mind in the least, it was good exercise and she had loads of steam to blow off. The burning of her muscles satisfied her, and she continued to push on. Push through the pain and the gain would come later.
Midway up to the cliffs, Antony found herself at a sort of plateau. Considering the time of day and the length of time it had taken to get to this altitude, she decided that this place was far enough from 'civilization' for her at the time being.
Pulling the bag from her shoulder, she set it as far away from the edge of the mountain as possible before digging out a pack of smokes and her lighter, immediately lighting up and taking a few consoling puffs. Pack discarded next to her and lighter replaced in her pocket, Antony sat and stared at the view she now had. She could see the village, the duplexes, and the lab facility she had been taken to upon arrival.
Her stomach lurched as she remembered the injection the man gave her. A piece of the puzzle fell into place in her mind.
There had been no waiver, no 'please don't sue me' release forms... No paperwork at all. There was always paperwork and forms galore to be had when someone was sticking something foreign into someone else's body. They had them at Owl's shop, at the hospital, and even at her chiropractor. There were ALWAYS forms.
Why hadn't she noticed this before? Maybe if that damn black man had let her smoke in the bloody helicopter she would have! A prickle of burning hate tingled up the back of her spine and became increasingly noticeable as the truth became apparent.
But she had a return ticket, didn't she? The packet had said round trip, and that meant plane tickets home. Home to her father, home to Owl, and home to her life, her careers... With a last strand of hope, Antony snuffed out the spent cigarette on the rock that she had been sitting on and practically dove into her bag, pulling out the packet she had been sent to her.
It had to be here. She checked, double check, and triple checked the papers, each search through becoming more frantic. The only information about a return trip she could find was that at the end of the two weeks, they'd (Who the hell were 'they' anyways?!) have her ticket back. That didn't offer her much hope.
Tossing the papers roughly back into her bag, Antony growled and lit up another cigarette. Minutes later she was finished and another was immediately procured and lit.
Her hands were shaking and she had paled considerably.
She had to leave this island, had to! Her father was the only blood family she had, and she was all he had in the world. Wife dead shortly after his daughter's birth, and his own parents dead from age. Both of Antony's parents were only children, so no brothers or sisters.
No one. She was it. She was all he had.
And now she was gone.
The woman violently shook her head, forcing herself from believing that he'd be alone. There was still a chance she could get home... right?
How could someone do this?! When he had no one else...
Antony slammed her fist into the rock under her, gritting her teeth into a snarl when she felt the sharp pain reverberate up her wrist. She had forgotten about the cuts. Shaking her hand out and picking bits of rock out of her newly cut knuckles, Antony felt her blood boiling.
Her father was innocent. He worked hard, and he didn't deserve to have his only daughter ripped from his life.
What would he think? What would he do? Would he be okay?
Questions ran through her mind, clouding it as she became angrier and angrier.
This was not FAIR! It was a childish conclusion, but Antony didn't care, instead standing up and facing the direction of the lab. She stared, chest heaving as she tried to keep her anger under control for now.
Moments later, she was hefting a softball size rock at the shiny building. So much for under control.
She screamed, she yelled, and after a while she could barely keep her curses coherent. Her eyes burned, but she didn't know she was crying. No one could see her.
Rocks, sticks, and whatever she could get her hands on continued to be flung towards the building, but they simply landed somewhere in the jungle between the ridge and the lab. This didn't matter to her anymore, blind rage having taken over her senses.
Eventually, the woman ran out of energy.
Sinking back against a rock face, Antony weakly slid down till she was sitting. Numbness, that was all she could feel, yet still, she refused to believe her clear fate. Whether she was clinging to a small sliver of hope, or she still couldn't face the possibility that her father would have to die alone, she did not know. She did know that her father would believe that he was the reason for her death. He had bought the raffle ticket after all.
What a great vacation this was turning out to be...
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 5:47 pm
Antoinette Devereux She had tried to take a nap, but somehow she succeeded in simply laying there and staring at the wall. Sighing, she ran both hands over her face, rubbing her forehead slightly before pulling them back through her hair, which was still damp from the shower she took earlier. Damn she had been dirty and sore after that 'hike.' Groping her right hand over to the nightstand, Antony felt for her glasses, too lazy for contacts today. Only after they were safely resting on the bridge of her nose did she swing her legs over the side of the bed and sluggishly sit up. Maybe some fresh air would do her good... It didn't take her long to get ready, and soon enough she was on her way out of her duplex, hastily stuffing a half smoked pack of cigarettes in her back pocket of the jeans she was wearing. The door was kicked shut and then Antony was on her way to the beach as quickly as she 'casually' could. She didn't really want to draw any unnecessary attention from anyone right now. All she wanted was to be home, but since that wasn't an option, being alone would suffice for now. Flip flop adorned feet soon met sand, and per usual, she bent over and scooped them off her feet, treading towards the surf barefoot. Instead of a white wife beater, she was wearing a simple black spaghetti strapped top. The environment be damned, Antony found herself a nice place to sit on the dunes, gaze fixed on the breaking waves. Vasile DiRossi Vasile was rummaging about of the beach, looking for the perfect seashell to finish off the peice of "art" he was trying to scrape together for Cass's Christmas present. His back pants were starting to get worn around the bottoms, and his blue stained silk shirt - which had once been the prize of his collection - was now frayed at the ends and hung open over his form, as wearing it buttoned up irritated the fur on his stomach. The pants were worse, but he wasn't quite at the point where he was willing to run about in the nude.
His hair had long come out the ponytail. He was also quickly running out of a product and the high-humidity of the beach made ponytails just look stringy and frizzy, so most of the time he just wore it down. He got a better response from the ladies that way anyway.
He inspected the lionspaw-shaped shell he found and, finding it not acceptable, he tossed it over his shoulder. As he looked up he saw a figure he didn't recognize. His tail twitched behind him and he headed over, curious to see what was up. Antoinette Devereux Antony didn't see the figure approaching until it was too late to up and leave without doing it very quickly, and she doubted that her muscles were up for that any time soon. Pretending that she didn't see him, she continued to look foreword, but watched the approaching figure like a hawk out of the corner of her eyes. Granted, she couldn't see much detail other than this person, obviously male, had a stomach worth appreciating beyond just gawking, and that they had long hair. The tail wasn't noticed and the stomach fur was mistaken as a happy trail. Vasile DiRossi Vasile couldn't help but feel a tinge of delight as he realized the figure was female, but some of his initial appreciation faltered a bit as he got closer. She wasn't the typical fair he was used to dealing with - her face was peirced and she more tattoos than anyone he could remember meeting.
But somewhere back there his brain reminded him that Cass was a scaled science-fiction geek and he let the small sneer on his face fade into a smile. That's right, he thought to himself as he looked down at his large canine nails on his bare feet, I'm in no position to judge.
"Hello?" he ventured, coming closer. He blinked as his canine nose picked up the scent of cigarette smoke and he forced back the frown tugging at his lips. Antoinette Devereux His voice caused her to look up, feet burying themselves into the sand absently while she otherwise looked startled, "Hey there..." She trailed off when she finally began to notice that he was, in fact, one of the ones like that lizard girl. Tensing, Antony felt the back of her neck heat with anger, but when she shifted her gaze towards the crashing waves for a while it went away. And then she felt a pang of guilt, and even self-loathing when she realized that she was in danger of becoming a hypocrite and she sighed. "Sorry, I..." Her voice faded, unable to find the appropriate words, shoulders sagging in 'defeat,' "It's been a rough couple of days." The condition of her right wrist, currently unbandaged, could definitely attest to that. Turning her attention back to him slowly, she didn't even bothering trying to smile, it would appear fake anyways. "Antony," she introduced, voice somewhat solemn as she offered her right hand to him. Vasile DiRossi Vasile gave his best smile, a pang of dissapointment that she didn't recognize him. Of course, he tried to convince himself it was because she didn't look like the crowd that would watch AccessHollywoodor read People, and not because he looked so much different than he used to. "Vasile DiRossi," he said, shaking her hand.
He tried not to stare at the inkwork over her body, but it was kind of hard not to. "I'm sorry, but I think I can sympathize. This place.. well, at least I'm not the one having to break the news to you." He frowned as he looked at her wrist. "But uh..what happened there?" Antoinette Devereux She shook his hand firmly, giving him a quizzical look as he introduced himself, head tilting to the side as she squinted at him. Soon enough, a wide, amused grin spread across her features. Oh the irony was too much. "You're that kid from Final Destination aren't you?" Antony refrained from adding 'the shitty one right?' to the end of that statement, instead chuckling to herself, "I've had girls come in and ask me to tattoo your name on their a**. Obsessed." The last word was said in accompaniment with a shake of her head. Those girls never tipped well either. Demeanor going sour at the mention of her arm, Antony grunted a reply, "Fight with a midget." After a long pause she continued, "She had claws." This was added as if to make it clear that the fight was not fair. Vasile DiRossi "Yeah! That's me..." he trailed off as she added the endoument, but before he had a chance to get very offended she mentioned the tatoo thing, and his face softened. "Hey really?" Yes, he seemed to take that as a compliment, "Sounds sexy.."
His mind temporarily started to imagine one of his little fangirls with "I heart Vasile" over the left cheek before he realized he was being rude. Clearing his throat he turned his attention back to Antony. "Uh, a midget with claws? This place gets weirder and weirder. I'm, uh, sorry 'bout that though." Vasile hasn't seen Jol since before her change, and it didn't really occur to him that she would have claws now. Antoinette Devereux Seeing his look, the tattooed woman decided to mess with him a bit, "Yeah... If you have a fetish for big girls." She made a very wide motion with her arms as her face turned into a lopsided half-grin. "But hey, whatever gets you off." Antony shrugged, "Eh, no worries." Moving her hand to trail through her hair and messing it up a bit more, she absently chewed on her lower lip before patting the sand next to her, "How long have you been here?" Obviously, she didn't know about his 'death.' Vasile DiRossi Vasile's expression paled and grew sour at the "big girl" comment, but he didn't say anything. Instead he just sat down by her and tried to shake it off.
"A few months now," he said, suddenly realizing just how long it had been. "Wow, its hard to believe its been that long," he admitted. "I guess I've just been trying to take it day by day."
Note to self; ask Moreau for a catelouge. You're running out of clothes, fast, and you still can't seem to get a handle on doing your own laundry. Antoinette Devereux The woman's smile widened at his reaction. Serves him right, young kid like him thinking he's god's gift to women. That, she thought to herself, can only be proven."s**t," Antony cursed. Going home was beginning to look less and less likely. Suddenly she felt rather sick, like she needed to throw up. Her face went a sickly pale, but through sheer will alone Antony shook off the feeling and took a deep breath. "It's true then isn't it," she muttered, speaking mostly to herself, "I'll never see home again..." A pained look, which Antony tried her best to cover up, crept onto her features, but she was too exhausted to be angry. She couldn't do it anymore. At least not anymore today. Vasile DiRossi Vasile's felt the muscles on the side of his face relax, as his his ears could droop had they been a bit longer. "Yeah, its true..." he said as he fingered his tail. "I mean, from what I've heard everyone thinks I'm dead, ya know? Like they actually faked my death." He shook his head. "Its crazy, and the guy that runs the joint is a ******** b*****d."
He looked over, realizing he probably wasn't being too helpful. "But it could always be worse, you know. I mean, we get fed and clothes and basically just get to lay around and be beach bums...and some people are trying to make the most of it. Most people here, ya know, pretty nice." Antoinette Devereux Antony grimaced, and soon debated whether or not a cigarette would make her feel better right now. Probably not. Besides, she was currently sitting on them, and she had no motivation to move just so she could smoke. A disgusted expression came over her face, lips curling unattractively in a sneer, "And what of those back home? Family and friends... How can you just brush that aside? They'll never get closure." She paused, taking a few calming breaths before continuing on, trying her damnedest not to get as worked up about this as she had earlier, "I thought this would be a ******** vacation. A vacation with no responsibilities, loads of drinking, and lots of 'no strings attached' sex... And now this..." She didn't notice that she had begun to ramble, and simply kept talking, "He's going to blame himself. My father... He'll wake up every morning and think that he's the reason I'm missing or dead..." Sighing deeply, Antony cast her eyes downward, feeling there was more to say, but she couldn't find the words. Vasile DiRossi Vasile nodded a long with her. "I hate to lose cliches and all, but you never know what you have until its gone." He picked a few things in the sand. "I never really.. cared much for my little brother... but now that I'm here I can't stop worrying about him. And my parents... they all think I'm dead now."
He glaced over at her with a sad expression. "Of course, I guess its better that way. You know.. that they think I'm dead instead of not knowing what's happened to me. If I had any say, I'd rather them think I was dead than just missing, I guess..."
"Some vacation, huh?" Vasile loved the irony that ths island itself was one of the most beautiful places he's ever seen in his life. "What's sick... is that there are no responsibilties, there's an open bar on the beach thats recently been restocked..." he trailed off, cleared his throat a bit, "dunno about the 'no strings attatched sex' part, but I do know there's been some romancing going on..." Vasile bitterfly remembered just how long it had been since he had sex. Longest he'd ever gone since he lost his virginity he'd wager..."Just now you're here, and you're stuck. And a gunea pig. Antoinette Devereux "I knew what I had. He raised me himself, a widower. Tought me all I know..." Blinking at her last comment, she hurried to correct it, "Well, not everything, but the point is we're damn close and I obviously don't care if people think I'm a freak... I'd rather him know the truth." Antony's lips lifted into a sort of smug grin (mood swings much?) at his response to the sex comment, laughing a bit impishly, "s**t, I got laid my first night here, many times over actually. You must be doing something wrong kid." She was guessing that he was younger than her. He sure looked it. Vasile DiRossi Vasile couldn't help but laugh. "It took me a whole two days, I think, I'm surprised someone beat me." He shook his head and looked at her. "What I mean is that, as someone warned me, is that there's a limited supply of people. So things might start getting stringy even if you didn't intend for them to get that way or not, ya know? The 'I'll call you,' and then skip town routine doesn't fly here." Vasile had to bite his lip to keep from saying "unfortunately."
"Anyway," he ventured, looking her over, "who was the lucky man." Antoinette Devereux "Oh Young Grasshopper, you have much to learn." Her fake Asian accent was bad, but her reaching up to stroke and nonexistent long beard was worse. Though she laughed, her eyes never lost their smugness. "Luckily for me, he and I both faithfully practice the religion of Friends With Benefits. Loads of benefits. And on an entirely different note... ******** has nothing to do with love, and I'm tired of people, namely women, getting their panties up in a bunch over the concept." Pausing, Antony cocked her head in his direction at his question, "Jamal, but I think he's straight..." She said this with an utter serious look of apology, but she wasn't going to let him know that she was joking quite yet. Though her eyes probably gave her away nonetheless. Vasile DiRossi "Hey now, I have moves even you probably don't know about!" Vasile said in mock-defense. Well, kind of mock. Vasile was a rocket in bed, and he was damn proud of it. It was a documented fact, before he came to the island at least, that if he was excerting more effort on someone else than on himself, it was during sex. Truth be told, he knew he slept around, and his reputation was something he treated like a precious stone. If there were going to be rumors going around that he was a man-whore, he was going to be damn sure they new he was damn good at it, too.
"I don't even know if I've ever been in love," he admitted, still watching her.
But as she mentioned Jamal's sexual orientation, he gave her a puzzled look. "What? Yeah I figured he was what's that..."
Then it clicked.
"God-dammit!" he exclaimed, punching the sand. "Why the hell does everything think I'm queer!" Antoinette Devereux "Try me, I know them all," she gave him a cheeky grin paired with a challenging gaze. Antony had no problem admitting that she had sex, a lot, and with again, a large variety of partners. That was something that apparently her and Vasile had in common; quality and quantity. "And," she added, "I give the best head ever." Or so she had been told by countless of her lovers, including Owl. Antony erupted in laughter when he punched the sand, much like she had a rock earlier today, "Because I'm ******** with you." Her voice was chipper, amused that he had even fallen for it. Shifting foreword and laying back in the sand, her hands folded behind her head, eyes glancing over towards him once again. Too bad he didn't have a goatee, Antony mused to herself as she pictured him with one. Then he'd look a bit older, and hotter. Vasile DiRossi Vasile tried to reruffle himself and he crossed his arms. "Sorry, I guess I'm just sensitive. I've already had my 'friends' try to set me up with a gay guy here." He shook his head. "Don't get me wrong... I have no problem with gay people, its just, ya know. I'm not gay. And I don't like people assuming as much just because I take pride in my appearance."
But then what she said before that registered and his swallowed heavily, mind racing to placed he rather wished they wouldn't right now. "Oh you do?" he asked challengingly. Don't ask her to proove it. You have a girlfrienf now, remember?Yeah, but thats not -really- cheating. Its not -really- sex. And its been a long time. A very long time... Antoinette Devereux Reaching one hand down to lightly scratch her bare stomach, Antony simply smiled as he rambled on, "But I'm sure you have no problem with lesbian sex." It wasn't a sour comment like most women threw out, but one of amusement. "Mhm," she replied, absently clicking the barbell in her mouth against the back of her teeth while watching him swallow heavily. "You learn a lot when you're as experienced as I am below the belt... And above." The last comment was only stated to torture him. Damn straight she was a tease. Seeing him squirm only seemed to fuel her further, and she began to chew lazily on her lower lip again, remoistening it ever so often. And the best thing about all this? Antony didn't give a rat's a** if people thought she was a whore for liking sex. Vasile DiRossi "I have no problem with lesbian sex, no. But I don't have a problem with gay sex, either, really. Its just people see me, they see that I work out and do my hair and manicure my nails, and automatically they think, 'Oh, he must be gay!' And I don't think its very fair." He shugged. "Well, most chicks really dig it anyway. I think the term is metrosexual or something. Whatever."
Okay, her teasing was really starting to get painful. "So are you willing to back up these outrageous claims of yours?" He gave her a wry smile, even though the little voiuce in the back of his head was screaming Why did you just ASK that?!?! Antoinette Devereux "Well to be honest... Manicures may be going a bit too far, but that's just me." Shrugging, Antony sat up somewhat, propping herself up by her elbows, lips curving in a wicked smirk at his next question. "Sure," she said without missing a beat, and she was serious. Why would she make such claims and not be able to back them up? Kids these days. Venturing further, Antony let her fingertips trail down her own stomach and past her belly button. "And, other than the obvious, what do I get out of this enticing proposition?" Vasile DiRossi Vasile decided to just push all thoughts of Cass out of his mind for a moment. Just a moment. He was just playin' right?
Yeah, just playin'... thats all.
"Well, did you know that sixty-nine is my favorite number?" Antoinette Devereux "That is, the worst line ever. Well, one of them." Antony chuckled, but not enough to bruise the poor kid's ego. "'Sides, you won't be able to 'multitask' with me at the wheel. I promise you this." Sitting up all the way, her smile returned to its not-so-innocent curve. She shifted so she was laying on her side, propped up on one elbow, before she reached out towards his stomach. Her index finger absently played through the 'happy trail' (she refused to call it fur for now), trailing the tip up and then down slowly, eyes watching her finger through half lids. She was not at all aware of his moral dilemma or that he was not, in fact, single. Vasile DiRossi Vasile watched her, suddenly becoming very aware of where her hands where. "You're awfully insulting for someone who supposedly gets so much play."
He shifted so she could get a better vantage, spreading his knees a bit and leaning back on his hands. As he did so, however, he knocked over his little collection of sea shells he had been in process of collecting when he found her.
Sea shells for Cassiday.
GOD-DAMMIT.
How the hell could he get out of this now without looking like a complete puss? Here he was, bragging about his abilities as a lover for the last, what, half hour at least, and now when he comes time to put his money where his mouth was (or something involving mouths, putting... oh nevermind, Vasile couldn't peice together a decent pun right now) he wanted to bail.
Was his relationship with Cass worth risking his pride?
Would she even find out?
Reaching back, deep inside him, he took a deep breath and tried to harness what he would have done back in his old self.
What would he have done if he was -this close- to getting 'the best head ever' and he ...had to be at an audition or something...?
... miss the audition.
NO NO NO...think harder. A -really- important audition. And Leo would be there. That's right, your hero... Mr. DiCaprio himself would be reading lines with you...
"Ya know, babe," he said, his voice lower and a bit of a sneer to his face now. "On second thought, I'm not so sure I'm not going to get something. I mean, no sex isn't worth getting sick or something. You've possibly had more needles in you it looks like than cocks."
Wow, where did that come from? Antoinette Devereux "No, I'm brutally honest," she corrected, fingertips continuing their motion lower when he gave her better access before explaining, "I like being upfront with people." His body was saying yes, or maybe hell yes even. So when the light went from green to red without any yellow, Antony was surprised, but if she let it show, it was only for an instant. He didn't flinch back to match his newfound attitude, and Antony noticed this because her hand was still in contact with him. Eyes narrowing into his, the tattooed woman secured his manhood through his pants with a rough flick of her wrist. The grip she had him in was enough to keep him from moving, but not enough to physically hurt him. A little discomfort never hurt anyone. "Now, since I have your attention, Child," she sneered at first, before letting her voice become eerily calm, nonchalant even. "First of all, you... are full of s**t. Second, you... are a bad actor. And third, you are in no position to judge me because not only do I have you by the balls Mr. Movie Star, but I also am not one to take s**t from people." Pausing to allow all that to sink into his young mind, Antony picked back up seconds later. "I do not care for judgmental people, and I will be kind enough to inform you that I have never shot up in my life. That being said, I am a professional tattoo artist, which means that I am quite a**l retentive about needles being sterilized." Another pause. "Personally, I don't care that you are 'rejecting' me, though I am a bit disappointed in you for pussying out. But, as I said earlier, I don't take s**t from people, and what you just said, is a crock of s**t. You may be pushing me away verbally, but your body had other ideas." She frowned, grip tightening only slightly so that he'd pay attention to her next point. "Now, from my experience as a sexually active woman at the ripe old age of 27, I have learned a few things. You don't have to take my advice, but I feel that I should at least point a few things out to you while I still have your attention..." Leaving him room to nod before continuing (regardless of if he did nod or not), Antony's tone became a bit more serious. "The fact that your body and brain aren't agreeing tells me that you aren't being yourself. Otherwise there would be no conflict and you would have either ignored the offer to begin with, or you'd be getting head. It's as simple as that. Now I want you to think real hard about which one, your mind or body, is telling the truth and for <********> sake stick to it. But it's a decision that only you can bloody make..." An irritated sigh left her lips, "That is not a threat; it is advice from an old lady. Your treasured items were never in danger of destruction." Antony loosed her grip and pulled her hand away, sitting up entirely and looking over at him, "Oh, and another bit of advice... Don't ******** with a woman, it only grants you a world of trouble. Believe me." Vasile DiRossi Vasile tried (and failed) not to yipe as she took her grip on him.
He sat, seething, his eyes narrow as he watched her closey as she went on her tirade.
When she finally let go, he jumped up, snatching up the shells and kicking sand in her direction. "Look you condiscending b***h," he hissed. "You're only five years older than I am, so don't talk to me like I'm some child." He did, however, make considerable distance between them incase she went for his testicles next time. "Second of all, just because I don't <********> everything that turns me on doesn't make me 'untrue' to myself. It just means I'm not a complete whore like you are."
Angry, and not the least bit less sexually frustrated than when he had arriveed, he stormed off to the village.
He mentally debated to run to Cass's apartment and see just how Merry of a Christmas she was willing to make it for him, or going and venting to his friend Ambrose. Antoinette Devereux Antony rolled her eyes at his reaction. It was just a little friendly advice, and his balls were in better shape than Jamal's were yesterday. At least he didn't throw a hissy fit about it. Granted, Jamal's broken goods were an accident... It didn't really matter too much anyways. Turning away from the sand and frowning deeper when some went down the front of her shirt, Antony only looked up in time to see him storm off. "Sticks and stones love," she called after him as he ran off. Damn him for leaving her with no room to really respond. His loss. She waited a bit before standing up, brushing the sand off of her, and then finally heading in the same direction as he had, though Antony went straight back to her duplex. No more detours tonight.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 6:01 pm
Fruit and liquor had also been properly put away and sorted, along with various other things she had stolen from the cafeteria. This place really needed some sort of grocery store or something, even if it wasn't technically a store.
Raising her hands out in front of her and making a sort of frame with them, she eyed the wall across from where she was currently sprawled on the couch. That'd be a good place for a dart board, she thought, frowning when she remembered that she was lacking one.
Dropping her hands back on top of her stomach, Antony turned her head to where she had stacked her sketchbooks, full and a couple new ones. A hand lazily groped out towards the coffee table, fingers extending uselessly to try and reach them without actually having to get up.
No such luck today.
Her arm flopped to the floor, and she stayed laying there for a while, a pitiful expression across her features. But eventually, she sighed deeply and pushed herself into a proper sitting position. This time, Antony easily reached over and collected one of her full sketch books, returning to her back and flipping back the cover.
The book was full of random sketches of people, objects, and tattoo designs. A few of the latter were in full color and detail, and had taken hours upon hours of work. Tracing her fingers over the original drawing of the sleeve on her left arm, her eyes gained a look of nostalgia.
She continued flipping, stopping every so often to examine a sketch or scene, but never lingering too long.
At least she didn't until she came to a particularly messy sketch towards the back of the sketch book. A sudden expression of pain to fell onto her face as her fingers traced over the subject's face.
It wasn't a particularly great sketch, but it captured more than just a person. It captured a memory.
The man was lying back in bed, completely relaxed and nude. He was smoking, the sheets around him in a great disarray, the covers having been thrown completely off of the bed. A burning cigarette hung from his fingers casually; his body still covered in a sheen of fresh sweat.
He had been watching her as she drew him, with that piercing gaze of his, the one that caused her heart to scuttle about in her chest. Maybe that's why the drawing had been so messy, but she couldn't remember.
Antony couldn't take her eyes off of his face, thoughts being whisked away and into the drawing.
He was only a memory now.
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