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Post by dot on Apr 17, 2011 21:48:08 GMT -6
This was how her Monday afternoons usually went if she wasn't busy with the rest of her little social group. Leaning back comfortably in her 1959 candy red Cadillac convertible, she bobbed her head to Fother Mucker, a dubstep song that always made her laugh, as they blasted loud through her speakers. She took a lazy drag from her cheap American cigarette, the wind blowing peacefully as the sun shone brightly. She was driving into Valkyrie, back from a client she had in Los Angeles. Clad in some tight black, skinny leg trousers, a white, loose spaghetti tank top, some large rose printed studs, and caged black ankle booties, she looked like a model that stepped out from a magazine, right down to her long, raven waves flowing in the breeze and her icy feline gaze contrasting against the pepper of freckles along the bridge of her nose and bones of her high cheeks. The dark mascara made them seem even colder, making her seem more stuck up than she really was. It was just how she was, really. She sometimes gave off a pompous vibe because she was suppose to seem that way for clients. They needed someone full of themselves and she had to do that or not get paid.
Grabbing a pair of red Ray Bans from her glove compartment, she slipped them on while driving with one hand limply on the steering wheel and the other on the stick shift since she had the car specially designed to have a stick shift. The large engagement ring sat on her thin finger, the nails still painted a soft coral from her previous outfit/outing. Letting a yawn stifle through her full, rosy lips, she took yet another drag before tossing the butt out the window, "NEVER PLAY HIM FOR A SUCKER CUZ' HE EARNS RESPECT!" she sang out in order to wake herself up, the bass causing a light vibration in the back of her seat. This was a lazy Monday afternoon and she was dying to find something fun to do. She could go hunting for another client but the rest of her week was pretty filled with clients already. Plus, the last one had already asked her for a follow up appointment next week, which she knew would lead to sex. It didn't bother her but at the same time, she wasn't sure about it. The guy wasn't that bad company but she wasn't too big a fan of arrogance and he had enough to go around. If she could yell at him to put him in his place, she would. If it hadn't been the only source for her income...
He always paid, and tipped, generously.
Bobbing her head to the music, she let the view of Valkyrie come into view. Maybe she'd head over for some coffee at Starbucks or something. That didn't sound too bad. Or a Frap since it was a bit warm out and it would cool her throat nicely. She mouthed the words to the song as she continued, eventually pulling up by a parking meter and slipped out, turning everything off, putting up the hood, and making sure her baby was extra secure. It was her life and glory, something she liked playing with from time to time: mechanics. Cars were luxurious, a fashion staple here on the west coast, but on the east coast, she couldn't have such a car. Town cars and small limos were the best accessory which meant she wasn't driving them herself. She was meant to be rich but not be so showy about it. She had to brag in subtle ways from men wearing corduroy pants to girls wearing comfortable neutrals.
Fashion was a big deal to her. It was why her ankle booties were Gucci and cost her $940.00; something the average citizen couldn't spend. However, she made around $1,500.00 an hour on average. She had more than enough money to spend.Once she made sure the car was locked, she strolled into Starbucks, ordered a Vanilla Bean Frappucino, and then was across the street on a bench under a the shade of a few trees sipping away. Her car was in her view across the street and she sat with her back erect (years of practice for the perfect posture), long, endless legs crossed at the knee, hands on her lap holding the drink. She look sophisticated and powerful and, well, she technically was. No one would be able to imagine that she was a goofball and a sweetheart who just loved to have fun. She was easy going-but had the tendency to like to show off even if it was subtle at times.
There were people walking around but not much considering it was still only one in the afternoon on a Monday but through the crowd, she immediately caught the eye of someone she knew. Smirking playfully, she pulled out her Blackberry with the cheap baby blue bedazzles on it (she had a separate I phone for business that looked sleek and presentable) and sent them a quick text, "Over by the trees, cutie C;. And then she sat patiently, taking another sip, waiting for them to look up and see her sitting alone at the bench without a care in the world.
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Post by lennox on Apr 18, 2011 9:37:10 GMT -6
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY 
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY
[/FONT][/center] [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - for years, lennox and his brother had hated one another with a fiery passion. deep down, they loved each other the way siblings do - only they were allowed to hate one another the way they did, and if anyone else threatened either of them, they'd be there in an instant to defend - but they never hung out or even really talked. they were just different. connor had been born to wield a gun, and lennox had been born for the theatre. while connor grew up in their father's shadow, lennox became his own person, or at least he thought he did. of course, one can never truly become his own person when one is born into a mafia family, but lennox would never admit this. his family left him alone for the most part, and they hardly even cared when he moved away to scotland. his sister, kahlan, was probably the only one who'd even noticed, but she hadn't bothered to call. she knew him too well to expect him to answer, and that was good. he liked the isolation, appreciated the privacy he believed he'd had. however, that isolation had led to a horror far worse than being in his pushy father's back pocket. while in scotland, a local thug group had found out his ties to the irish mafia - the irish in general, the scots hated him just because of his native land - and they'd jumped him on a rainy night when he was all alone, heading back to his home at the time. he still had the ugly scar on his lower back that had almost led to his permanent paralyzation to prove it.
but his near-permanent disfigurement wasn't the source of this morning's aching headache and sensitivity to the light which made him feel like a vampire in one of those sappy teen romance novels. the source of this headache was something far more earthly, directed back to a dark night of pleasure all provided by his perverted and twisted older brother. although connor had hated him since childhood, he had to show his little brother a good time their first real night together. they were blood after all. however, connor's idea of a 'good time' was far from anything lennox was used to over the past decade really. he was accustomed to sitting quietly at home with a good book and a fine glass of bordeaux. that wasn't good enough for connor, and he could imagine his brother's face now if he'd suggested such a thing. you are gay, aren't you? he would mock, lennox thought to himself with a wry smile and a comforting hand to his aching forehead. lennox had technically been in valkyrie for several weeks, but the two brothers had been reluctant partners in cleaning up the family mess following the earthquake and the death of their father. they'd been working nonstop, and he had to appreciate his brother's skill at what he did. never before had nox known his brother was really a hard worker, even if that work was highly illegal and extremely dangerous.
so last night had been the first time they'd been able to really let go, and let go they had done. connor had ordered them some 'exotic dancers' from the club their uncle had abandoned following his brother's death, along with cases and kegs of any alcohol imaginable. they night had begun with lennox reluctantly accepting a glass of some concoction connor had mixed up and had ended with lennox drunk on the floor with no clothes on, weighed down by the sweaty bodies of the five girls he'd fucked over the past two hours. thankfully, he thought to himself as he neared the coffee shop and gazed longingly up at its sign as a beacon of respite for his throbbing headache, he didn't remember all of the debaucherous details of the partying or he'd probably want to kill himself. and deep down, he didn't want to admit that he had had a grain of fun. if he admitted that, that made him as bad as connor, and he vowed never to stoop that low.
he would have to wait and see how well he could keep that vow.
he took little time to order himself a triple shot of espresso, and he was back out in the california sunshine, tempted to mock its power as he held his salvation in his hand. not bothering to add cream and sugar but wanting the full effect of the caffeine to drive away his hangover for at least a few hours, lennox tipped back the drink into his throat and almost gagged as his phone vibrated in his pocket. to his chagrin, he realized his brother had pranked him and changed his ringtone to the dirty version of enrique iglesias's song 'i'm lovin you tonight'. he hastily wrenched the phone from his pocket as enrique jammered on about 'tonight i'm fucking you', and he hit a button to stop the music before some sweet little old lady wandered past him and had a heart attack. that's all he needed.
sliding the screen and opening his text messages, he recognized the sender and smiled as he glanced up over the phone and noticed her sitting across the street from where he stood. not bothering to change the ringtone for now, he slid the phone back into his back pocket and checked both ways before crossing the street and into the welcome shade beneath the trees. much time had passed since the last time he'd seen her, but somehow dot hadn't changed much. sure, her hair was a different color now, and they were both a year or two older, but her bearings were the same. he smiled at her as he came to a smooth halt in front of her and raised his cup in greeting.
lennox still remembered the first time they'd met. it had been in new york at the after party celebrating the success of one of his shows. the dark, dank atmosphere led to horny couples pairing off in secluded corners, and they'd been no different. he still remembered the steamy fucking they'd given each other in the almost pitch-black back hallway of the club, not even bothering to lose all of their clothes to get the job done. the irony of it all was the truth he'd found out later: that she'd mistaken him as one of her clients and had expected close to two thousand dollars in cash for her performance. he'd laughed at her and informed her she had been mistaken. after a brief argument, followed by more consensual sex, they'd become friends and had kept in touch since that time. he'd known somewhere in his memory that she'd drifted out to the los angeles area after that, but he'd never imagined to see her in valkyrie of all places.
"hello, beautiful," he greeted her in his irish accent, still rich although subdued now that he'd been in the states for so long. sitting on the bench beside her, he pulled her long, slender legs into his lap and leaned over, kissing her calf softly in a flirtacious greeting. the great thing about their friendship was how comfortable they'd always been around one another no matter how long they'd been apart. and knowing that she wasn't afraid of her body like some women who would have slapped him and cussed him off the planet, gave lennox a peace of mind when he had her company. resting his arm over her legs so that his fingers brushed his own knee, he raised his eyebrows as he took another quick sip of his pick-me-up. "it has been a while," he noted, noticing the gaudy engagement ring on her finger which he supposed most women would gasp and grow jealous over. "seems you're doing well for yourself." there was no jealousy in him for she had never belonged to him in that way. dot had always been a friend since that night in new york. he supposed that would always be the way she was to him. [/blockquote][/font]
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notes: hope you don't mind i grabbed it! 8D
words: 1357
lyrics: 3OH!3
credits: JESS !? of CAUTION
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Post by dot on Apr 18, 2011 15:30:25 GMT -6
The first time she met Lennox in New York City, her hair had been auburn.
Now, Dot was never fond of dyeing her hair but her client specifically asked for a red head-or at least a semi red head. Sadly, she was a brunette, naturally, and her hair was as dark as engine grease. She'd gone to the salon, dyed it, and just her luck, that was when she met Lennox who, at the time, looked way too much like her client and had caused her enough problems to make her have a heart attack. It wasn't like Dot to get confused when it came to her client. She was good at studying people-or at least older men-and thus, she still wanted payment. She wanted to buy her mother the Grace Kelly purse that was being auctioned off. She couldn't very well do that if he didn't pay her-plus, she knew she was worth more than two thousand dollars. Sex was something she was beautifully gifted in.
Amongst other things.
Having no problem with him touching her the way her did, she simply gave him a playful wink before leaning in and placing a sweet kiss partially on his lips and partially on his cheek. Blowing a few strands of her dark, raven hair out of her face, her icy orbs blinked at him once, "Well, hello, gorgeous," she loved being flirty. It was more than fun. She followed his eyes down to her ring and she looked down at it too, "Mr. Brazil," she winked again at him, shoulders shrugging in an almost giddy, child like manner, "He's worth billions and hasn't bore me," someone being fabulously rich wasn't a quality or characteristic that she generally looked for in a potential life partner but it was a nice added fact. Truth be told, it was obvious Dot had a very narrow conception of love that made her come off as naive and a bit selfish. She just grew up on fairy tales more than television. Her conception of love came from her mother, who fell in and out of love just as easily as Dot did, which wasn't exactly a fair example to an exceptionally impressionable child like Dot once was. Boredom was another thing; she grew bored quite easily which was why most people, romantically at least, never lasted more than two months. It was like an internal clock of her's that just told her it was time to dump them which was why she'd never gotten hurt and why she didn't entirely understand what love really was all about.
Hearing her heels click a bit as she crossed them at the ankles while her legs were basically draped over him, she seemed completely relaxed and comfortable without a care in the world, "I swear he's my soul mate this time," he had found out about her boyfriend, one she'd been dating for a week before she claimed to be madly in love with him yet was cheating on him quite obviously with Lennox and the many men on her client list, "And yourself? Did you manage to save up the two thousand you still owe me?" she would forever tease him about it. She made the mistake, sure, but hey-she was running a business and currently, business was booming. Plus, she knew that once she was married, Mr. Brazil said she couldn't continue working as a call girl which was a shame. She would become the new Ms. Brazil and he would pamper her like she was a queen. She wouldn't have to work another day of her life after that...which, at times, really did sound boring but she figured she would find something to do in the meantime.
One elbow leaning on the back of the bench, she absently reached out, head cocked gently to the side as she payed with his hair between her fingertips. Nox was absolutely yummy and obviously, if she didn't think so, she would have sued him for the two thousand. No, not sued. She would have blackmailed him for it because she legally couldn't sue him since her profession was illegal. |
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Post by lennox on Apr 20, 2011 12:34:28 GMT -6
I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BABY
I AIN'T YOUR CUTE LITTLE SEX TOY
[/FONT][/center] [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the caffeine was being to do the trick, and lennox sighed happily to himself as he leaned his head back and listened to the waves spilling onto the beach not so far away. he had always loved the beach, and one draw of valkyrie was that there was beach everywhere. growing up on an island made a person truly appreciate the beauty of the ocean. dublin's shore was much different than california, however. he remembered the rocky, cliff-ridden shores of his youth and often marveled at the difference here. granted, los angeles and the surrounding areas had similar vistas with crumbling cliffs lining the water, but it was the sandy beaches like the one in valkyrie that fascinated him. the flat expanse of pale sand and the crashing waves, full of their own surfers, made for an afternoon of entertainment as far as he was concerned.
he still remembered the few times his family had visited the beach when he was a kid, nothing but the six of them and their bathing suits. of course, although he hadn't seen his father's gun, the weapon had probably been safely hidden beneath the sunscreen and puzzle book in his mother's beach bag, but lennox could dream that they'd enjoyed a simple family outing. his entire life had been an endless stream of his father's 'occupation' with little actual family time. of course, being the son who'd prefer to be an actor than a soldier made him a bit more of an outcast than he would have wanted, but that was the way life was to be. his father had always favored connor for that reason, and lennox knew in the back of his mind that he'd been jealous of his brother his whole life for that reason, although he'd never admit it. he'd grown to find a life he loved, and he imagined that the magic of the 'family business' would never have an effect on him. however, willfully giving up something you've been offered is completely different than never being offered in the first place.
dot's familiar, yet strikingly new everytime, voice came to him seductively as she responded to his notice of her engagement ring. he had always liked her voice, how it remained sultry and seductive even when she had no reason to be either of those things. those characteristics were just part of who she was. after that night in new york - in addition to the morning after and the following afternoon - he'd come to easily understand why she was so good at what she did. not only was she the best lay he'd ever had, but everything about her body and her spirit made a man want more. if his brother had ever known about that raw passion lennox had felt that night with dot, he never would have accused him of being gay just because he was an actor. lennox even chuckled to himself at the thought but quickly recovered, thankful that his chuckle could have sounded like a pleasant response to her comment about 'mr. brazil'. raising his eyebrows, he smiled over at dot and took another sip of his coffee. "doesn't bore you, eh? isn't that a first? it's got to be," he teased, tickling her shins where they rested on his lap. he was familiar with her occupation as they had talked about it often since the first night they'd met due to a mix-up with her assignment, and he was familiar enough with her personality to wonder about her settling down. she'd never seemed the type to him, but everyone was full of surprises. hell, even his own brother was turning out to be less of a dick than he'd always thought he was. if connor could surprise him, then dot certainly could do so.
when she swore mr. brazil was her soulmate, lennox simply smiled. she was so in love so quickly, and it was an endearing quality about her. thankfully, the trait had never endangered her, or lennox would have worried. needless to say, if this guy she was going to marry had money or at least understood her, then he felt she would be okay. "so besides being 'un-boring', what is mr. brazil like? is he as ruggedly handsome as me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows doubtfully and lifting his chin to show off his exquisite profile before cracking and grin and taking another sip from his coffee. soon enough, the cup was empty, but he didn't move to throw it away as dot's fingers traced into his hair, curling the longer ends around her fingertips. he needed a hair cut, but he kinda liked the way he could brush it over now. he'd had a spikey sort of hairdo for a while, but the sophisticated look appealed to him, for some reason. looking over at her, he patted her legs and motioned for her to rise as he stood, offering her a hand as she asked him about how he'd been.
he led the way toward the beach which was much closer than he'd first thought and he pushed his hands down into his pockets as they walked, a sign that a psychiatrist observing him would say showed his unwillingness to tell the whole truth. and the observation was accurate. he'd never told anyone that he was part of a mafia family, and a powerful one at that, and the recent details of his life were difficult to explain without the listener knowing that truth. however, he was an expert at telling the truth with a veil of secrecy intact over it. shrugging nonchalantly, he gazed out across the bright sun and decided his eyes weren't as prepared for the sunlight as he'd first thought.
"acting doesn't really warrant much for an extra savings account," he admitted, jokingly, winking at her, "but don't worry, i'll pay you back..." he reached over and wrapped his arm around her slender waist, pulling her into his side and giving her his best lusty look. "although i can't admit it will be in bills..." he chuckled and loosened his grip on her although he didn't release her altogether. of course, she could easily move away from him if she wanted, but he imagined she was as comfortable walking this way as he was. the simplicity of their relationship had always been calming to him, even without the sex that ended up happening when they were around each other. there were times he imagined he was her only nonpaying male consort, and he kind of liked the idea. "i moved out to california after my father died... in the earthquake. my brother needed someone to take care of him, or at least my sister thought so when she begged me to move out here." he smiled as they strolled through the sand, no sound except the crashing of the waves and birds cawing as they flew through the air yards above them. [/blockquote][/font]
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