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Post by ali on Dec 15, 2011 19:50:42 GMT -5
Felonee welcomed the brisk air as she sauntered down the road, her heels clicking off the pavement below. Some may have considered her attire semi inadequite for the weather, but she found it just right. Her pencil skirt rose up on her thighs matched with a top that looked like work but when she took off her light coat it showed most of the bodice being made of a fine black lace, showing off her toned midsection, but hiding enough to keep the boys guessing. Felonee had always liked it like that, hiding just enough to amaze them when they got her home. She always left them wanting more, slightly part of her scheme if you will. Course, when she went for walks, she enjoyed getting out where it was quiet, so she could focus on herself, and just enjoy the scenery. Four walls were great for shelter, but not when it came to wanting to be free; which Fel often felt the need for.
Felonee grumbled a little as she looked up noticing just where she was. She could go for a good stiff one. Stiff drink she meant. She hadn't been to this bar much, maybe once or twice but it was as good as any other, and she figured it would be a little warmer in there. So to the bouncer she strode confidently. Her looks always paid off, and soon he opened the door, allowing her in past him without hitch. The smell of sweet liquors hit her senses, as she made her way towards the bar. The place was nice enough, pretty packed though for the time of day. She didn't mind though. As she slipped out of her coat, she could feel eyes on her. Probably because of the so barely there blouse, but again, she didn't care. Felonee was just that type of girl, as heinous as it sounded. She just didn't mind what people thought of her, she knew who she was, and that was all that mattered.
Felonee smiled as a tender approached her. "Can I get a glass of crown royal on ice. Tall glass, please" She said, though the woman looked taken back by her request, she made it in good timing. Felonee raised the glass to her lips, letting the poison rung across her tongue, and down her throat. It burned, but she welcomed it. She had always enjoyed the burn of a good hard liquor. Crown was her drink of choice, and she could take it like a champ. She never mixed it, for she believed it would ruin the drinks pure taste and essence. She turned on her stool, letting her eyes dance around the club, falling on multiple prospects, but none that truly held her attention. Eh, she would just wait, someone would come along. The boys always did.
 CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS undead – hollywood undead NOTES promise I will do better next time WORD COUNT 598
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Post by nate on Dec 16, 2011 14:09:30 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love TAG: felonee OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: Heh.
"A beer," Nate demanded of the bartender, not bothering to say please, or thank you for that matter as a bottle of Bud was opened and placed on the bar in front of him. He tossed the bartender a few dollars and lifted the bottle to his lips. He hadn't found Pixie yet, and he wasn't sure that bothered him. On the one hand, the blond was gorgeous and obviously wanted him, but on the other she wouldn't admit that to herself, so what was the point of him trying to convince her? She would come to him eventually, right? Right.
In the meantime, he had arrived not four hours ago, driving over the state lines in his pick up truck. He'd passed the beach, he'd passed the mall, he'd passed a thousand hot chicks that he would love to be inside - and he knew that he would be, whether it be today, tomorrow or the next day. Nate wasn't stupid; he knew how hot he was. He knew that women swooned over his washboard abdomen, he knew that they loved his scruffy beard and his devil may care attitude. He knew. He knew and that was why he hardly cared about finding Pixie. He would find her eventually and she would be shocked (and deep down, pleased) that he was in her city, that she would have the chance to kiss him again. Maybe more, if he was lucky.
She was the least of his concerns, though; right now he was sitting in a wonderfully full bar - and there were beautiful women everywhere. He was dressed much more plainly than some of the other patrons, in faded jeans (with a couple holes) and a plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves. He also had his leather jacket, but it was back in his hotel room, because California was much hotter than where he was from.
Oddly enough, Nate found he didn't miss Florence all that much. The town was his home, but that wasn't something he generally cared about. In fact, he found he cared very little about it, because he had never really felt any attachment to 'home.' He wished he'd had the foresight to bring his horses, since he was intending to stay a while now, but he supposed he could find a place to ride if he really wanted to. After all, he was a business owner, for all intents and purposes; he had enough money that he could join a stable if he needed to. But horses weren't what he was looking to ride, tonight. No, tonight he was looking to ride a real California woman.
Looking around, there were a few that tickled his fancy - and by that, he meant the fanciest dressed women in the bar were more than welcome to tickle him however they wanted. He decided that he'd start with the one closest to him; she was hot as hell and definitely just asking for it with that nearly see through blouse and the skirt that hugged her fine ass.
He was an ass man; he loved to press up against a woman and feel her ass press into his crotch; to move with her lewdly to the music as her ass pressed against him in a most intimate way. Nate loved women all ways, but he especially loved a firm, perky ass like that woman had. He walked over to her, a smirk on his lips, made sure to look her in the eye. "Looking for something?" He asked her, noticing the smell of Crown mixed with some intoxicating perfume. Tonight might turn out to be a really, really good night. Hello California!
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Post by ali on Dec 16, 2011 14:45:12 GMT -5
Felonee just had never been the girl for relationships, well, we shouldn't say that. She had been in a relationship for quite some time, but when her fiance as been shot by the husband of the wife he was sleeping with Felonee has given up. She thought of a man as nothing but a quick, and easy lay. She used it as kind of a game. She enjoyed getting men to fall in love with her, leading them on, and then leaving them heart broken. Maybe this was heartless, but so many had done the same thing to her. She was picky about the guys she did it to, though. She tended to choose the arrogant, cocky, womanizer type men that loved to use women. Those were the kind of guys she targeted. So maybe she was a black widow in disguise, either way it was who she was, and it was what she did, and she enjoyed it.
Felonee has devoted much of her time to men, it just seemed that they could not be faithful, nor were they capable of love. She had found that if she acted like a bitch, men just seemed to fall at her feet. This was her tactic. It never took long, a couple of romps in the sack and they seemed to be hooked on phonics. That was when she cut the chord. She loved getting the pleading texts messages, and the phone calls of nothing but grief. She had been in their spot so many times before, and now it was nice to have the upper hand. Maybe it was wrong that she did this, and maybe it could be said she shouldn't be taking out her past on every man that walked in her path, but Felonee didn't really give two shits about it. She had fun doing it, and she knew that if she didn't do it to them, it would only be a matter of time before they did it to her.
Felonee swigged down the last few drops of poison before ordering another which was promptly made for her. For some, two tall glasses of Crown straight would be one drink too many, but not for Fel. She could handle the hard liquor unlike most. She enjoyed the warming burn as it slid across her tongue and down her throat, plus crown royal sex was amazing sex. She would know. She felt his slight blouse rising up a tad on her hip, showing off her tanned skin that seemed to glow. She didn't both fixing it though, it wasn't like the sheer material hid hardly anything. She knew she looked a little bit professional to be at a bar, but she didn't truly care. She had never been one to care about what people thought of her clothes, or her for that matter. She was the type of girl who was only her, and no one else. If you didn't like it, she would probably suggest you go get screwed.
Felonee took another swig from her glass, still peering around for a likely candidate. She knew she was going home with someone at the end of the night, but it was still in question as to who she might leave with. Felonee raised her glass again bringing it to half empty when she caught the eyes of a man. She had known one would come eventually. He had asked her if she was looking for something. And of course, Felonee couldn't help herself. "Might be, why? Do you think you have what I might be looking for?" a devious smirk tainted her perfectly glossed lips as she looked up as him, her glass still in hand. She noted that he was most likely not from California. His plaid shirt, and faded work jeans told her he was most likely a country boy. Normally country men had class, and were gentlemen. Well, we will see, now won't we.
CREDIT sam ! of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS undead – hollywood undead NOTES pah, probably should mention Pixie hates Felonee lol WORD COUNT not too sure lol
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Post by nate on Dec 16, 2011 15:47:21 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby so much hate for the ones we love TAG: felonee OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: Heh.
She was right about one thing; he was from out of town. He was no gentleman, mind, but he was from the country. He was a country boy through and through. He rode horses and drank beer, he fished, hunted and drove a pick up truck. But he was no country gentleman. He would never hit a girl, but he would never open a car door for one, either. They'd be lucky if he remembered to hold the door open for them at all. "Depends on what you're looking for." He informed. If she was looking for a man, a man who would throw her down and show her a damn good time, then he was exactly what she was looking for. He had a feeling she was, because otherwise she wouldn't have even looked twice at a beer drinking, plaid wearing guy like him.
"From what I can tell, you're looking for a good time. That's something I always deliver on." He informed, stepping closer so that her knees were pressed against his thighs. He would show her a good time, that was sure. She would never think of anyone again the way she would think of him; he was not only the sexiest man in that bar (he hadn't looked, but he was sure) but he was also definitely the most talented. Heck, he was the most talented guy in Florence, and he was nearly sure there would be no comparison in this bar. Arrogant, yes, but only because it was likely very accurate.
He'd been with his fair share of women. In fact, there were few women in his hometown who he hadn't been with that were in his age group. It wasn't so much that he was a man whore, he just craved the affection that only a woman could provide. Besides that, without any homework or work during the week, he had a lot of free time, since his mother was never going to interfere with what he was doing on a day to day basis. He'd been with more women than he could count on his fingers and toes as a result, and though he didn't really 'cherish' any single one, he did like the experiences he'd had, because Nate felt that each one made him a better lover for the next woman who had the pleasure of being with him.
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