, a pretty girl is like a violent crime

[andreocovas]

, ANDREO XAVIER VALENTÍN COVAS .

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A PRETTY GIRL IS LIKE A VIOLENT CRIME IF YOU DO IT WRONG
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girls took painfully long amounts of time in the bathroom, this was universally true. andreo valentin covas had grown up in a house with three young femlaes, so over the years he had grown used to their strange, irritating habits of bathroom hogging - to say nothing of how they always somehow managed to work things out so that one of them was in the bathroom only when someone else also needed it - but, after several years of living by himself, it was difficult to adjust once again to the fact that he was never really going to get his way when it came to the bathroom now that he was living with females again.

he was currently leaning dejectedly against the bathroom door frame because his cousin, ariadna, was in there, getting ready for her date that night as she had been for about an hour and a half now. all he fucking wanted was to grab a few articles of clothing of his that he knew were in there. but ariadna kept insisting that she was almost done, she was almost done, and that it wouldn't kill him just to wait five freaking seconds. sighing, andreo turned lazily to his other cousin, corazón, who was slouched in an armchair, reading. "¿cómo vives con éste?" how do you live with this? he asked, leaning the back of his head against the door frame. corazón didn't look up from her book. "you were going too fast, i didn't understand you," she said in her usual tone of soft apathy. corazón had taken spanish classes all throughout high school, which had led andreo into a habit of speaking spanish to her, especially when he was annoyed. however, he had discovered that the pace at which he spoke his native language comfortably was often somehow too rapid for corazón to be able to take in what he said. this didn't deter him, however. "¿cómo... vives... con... éste?" he repeated very slowly. corazón once again refrained from looking up from her book. "alcohol and plenty of lsd." which andreo knew was a lie, because corazón didn't drink. but lsd... that was a drug or something, which she probably wasn't on either. she was just trying to be snippy in her weird, unimpressed way.

just then ariadna at long last opened the bathroom door and emerged in a wave or heavily perfumed air, which spared andreo from trying to derive any entertainment from corazón's presence. he quickly picked up the clothing he had needed and was out again in less than thirty seconds. it was for this that he had been waiting for nearly half a damn hour.

women.

andreo then returned to his bedroom, which was small but also somehow very unavoidable chic. he was pretty sure that this was because that the apartment wasn't so much an apartment as it was a small penthouse, and the atmosphere applied itself everywhere, regardless of the size of its components. he quickly changed, then took a moment to look himself over in the mirror. ruggedly handsome in a slightly off color kind of way, as per usual. then he was off to the bars, where he was supposed to meet a few of his newfound american buddies. he was already about a half hour late, thanks to his darling cousin. he and ariadna took the elevator down to the ground floor of the building together, but they had to go separate directions immediately after exiting the lobby area. the sun was in the process of setting, which made for some pretty scenery while he walked. he wasn't even entirely sure where exactly the bar he was supposed to be meeting his 'dudes' at was, but he was confident he would run into it eventually. if not, he'd say fuck it and find somewhere else to unearth entertainment. he began to lose himself in his head as he mused about how for all that one heard about the rampant obesity in the united states, all most all the females he had thus far spotted around valkyrie were all very slim and more often than not obscenely attractive.

and then he saw her.

she was a bold eyed goddess with jet black hair that gleamed even in the half light and a figure that he would mortgage a house for her. and she was walking in his opposite direction, getting farther and farther away. immediately, without a second thought, andreo made an about face and began to casually follow the dark haired vixen at a discreet distance. he could not possibly let her get away. if she didn't lead him to some sort of public establishment in which he could approach her, then he would have to strike up a conversation right out on the sidewalk before he lost her. he could not, simply fucking could not lose her.

he didn't take his eyes off her for a moment as he followed her, trying to absorb her every detail, from the way her hair fell down her back to the mesmerizing striding motion of her knockout legs. she took him to bare, valkyrie's resident staple version of a hip nightclub. this was absolutely fine with him. surprisingly, there was no line of partiers waiting to be admitted, most likely due to the fact that it was a week night and still fairly early in the evening as fair as the nightlife was concerned. once he was inside, he whipped his cell phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text to his american buddy. "maybe next time, my sincerest apologies." he watched her intently, utterly captivated, because every little thing about her was electric and hypnotizing. she sat down at the bar and apparently ordered a drink, because she said something to the barkeep and was soon after presented with an alcoholic beverage. part of him just wanted to continue to watch her from where he stood, in the closest corner available whose view of the bar was not blocked by the dance floor. just as he began his approach, some ugly fucktard slid into the only open seat next to her. despite the distance, andreo could sense that the shit head was practically rabid with lust and a totally sleazebag. andreo strode up to the bar, indignant and purposeful, and plopped down onto the stool on the other side of the stupid fucktard. fortunately, he was very occupied babbling away to andreo's magnificent goddess about something idiotic and trivial. this would make things very easy. taking care to be extremely surreptitious, he deftly knocked the drink that the fucktard had ordered for himself backward, sending a glassful of alcoholic swill all over the man's lap. immediately afterward, he changed his orientation completely and assumed a pose and aura of unadulterated innocence. the fucktard swore and blamed the spill on the bartender, who was standing nearby. he then excused himself angrily to andreo's goddess and stormed off ot the bathroom. the manouever could not have possibly gone any better.

without missing a beat, andreo hopped off of his own stool and slid suavely onto the recently vacated one directly to the right of his little vixen. "hello," he said matter of factly.

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STATUS complete.
TAG zara!
CREDIT lyrics by the magnetic fields. lainey made the pretty icons.
ATTIRE here.
NOTES hope i set it up all right. i'm pumped.

[zara]

VALKYRIE, CALIFORNIA, BARE NIGHTCLUB, EVENING, JANUARY 2012

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-----what better way to forget the fact that you work and live in a stuffy environment than to go out to a club and really just let the music take you. granted the cacophony of beats put together by a dj could hardly pass as music, but the upbeat tempos and the continuous rounds of drinks could make just about anyone love the nightlife. for zara it wasn’t so much the drinking or the music of the socializing as it was getting out of her old environment and into something that she just felt so much more suited to. for a genius, zara certainly didn’t like the confines of a laboratory where she was stuffed into a clean room wearing nothing but air-cleansed clothing and poking at specimen cups all day. t was fascinating when you discovered something new and better still when you stumble upon something someone else missed entirely so you could rub their faces in it, but the consistency of white, of clean, and of dorky , nerdy getups that these people tended to wear…call it shallow and whatever else comes to mind, but zara liked to see a little bit of…life in her life. when in a lab doing experiments amongst twenty other brilliant minds, it was easy to see just how quickly life could pass you by. there were individuals that she worked with who hadn’t so much as left the laboratory in over two years. there were others who hadn’t had sex in over four. now pardon her, since she did have what people would quantify as the looks to get away with it, but zara couldn’t live a life like that. she couldn’t live a life where you just watched opportunities pass you by. some might argue that she was doing just that by not using her brain to its full potential but look at what she was experiencing that the other people she worked with didn’t? no one else would dare go to a club and drink the night away. they were all so reclusive that it was never something they would intentionally go out and do. some people were just made to be introverts, zara wasn’t one of them.

-----what a lot of people wouldn't expect about zara bishop was that all in all she really wasn't that hard to please. she was nothing like her parents who judged people based on their brain capacity and how well people used said brain. she did judge however but in most circumstances that came long after a person gave her a first, or even second, impression. she was human. it was a natural human process to judge those around them because when push came to shove humans were just another animal in the animal kingdom. people didn't see wild animals hugging it out when they initially meet a member of their own species or some other species. why reserve that only for those of the human race. the ability to walk upright, speak, and use tools did not make humans much different from others with four feet and fur. in fact to say that humans could reserve judgment in any sense was an anomaly of nature. it wasn't supposed to work that way. those sickeningly sweet people who could trust with all their heart without having really known someone simply because they could "see into someone's soul"? total bullshit. those people had simply learned how to ignore that niggling little voice inside their head that told them people around them could be dangerous or what have you. you were supposed to judge people. you were supposed to be wary of members of the opposite race or the opposite species. humans had the right idea, usually, when it came to wild animals or animals that the media had always portrayed as dangerous. you didn't see people curling up at night with their pet rats did you? when it came to animals in most cases they had the right idea. be wary. but when someone comes around you're expected to just throw all that instinct away and embrace someone simply because they look like you? never made much sense to zara. still like those soft hearts she liked to silence that portion of her brain that would tell her to be cautious. did that mean that she would automatically jump into a car with a stranger? hell to the no. just because she reserved judgment didn't mean that she trusted people. trust was always earned in her book. people had to make an effort with her if they wanted to be considered anything more than a face in the crowd she happened to recall. not that that was a heroing journey. it didn't take much for zara to see you as something more. she simply needed to see that you cared or listened. ask her a question not to be seen around her but because you wanted to know about her and know her opinion. didn't sound like that much, but for someone like zara people only saw a pretty face. they didn't see her as a person, just as a model or a mannequin with no personality.

-----even though she was a certified genius, and unlike her stuffy parents, zara still enjoyed the many perks of living life under the veil of normal citizenry. she loved to do all the things that normal girls her age would do namely going out to a club with friends. she liked doing things like that. she liked feeling normal because normal was fun. being smart, or at least as smart as she was, came with a whole lot of responsibilities you never would have wanted. you should be working for the government because they could use some intelligent folks like you. why are you out? shouldn't you be in a lab doing something scientific? people always had a tenancy of telling her where she should or should not be. but sadly for the world, apparently, she was not some prisoner to the government. she wasn't a prisoner of the world. she was an individual and right now all she wanted to do was go out and have a good time and for that reason and that reason alone she walked the short distance from where she had been working to the club bare, one of her favorite stereotypical strobe light and blaring music clubs. from the moment she’d entered she’d been bombarded with looks from men and glares from their dates. shocking? not for zara if she was being honest. it was a daily occurrence. she headed to the bar for a starting drink, something that was common for her. usually as a bar ritual she started off the night with a drink. why? why not. that was as simple an answer as you could get from her.

-----as she sat down she was immediately joined by a man who was obviously drooling over her. uninterested, zara ordered her drink, passing on the man’s offer to pay for her drinks. ”no sweetheart. it’s not going to happen.” the guy laughed her off as though she couldn’t possibly be considering telling him no and zara knew that the night was going to be off to a rough start. she sipped her drink, looking away as the guy ordered his drink and made himself comfortable. out the corner of her eye zara could see a hand conspicuously dumping the contents of the man’s glass into his lap. zara held her laughter and looked away, not giving into the man or showing him any signs of pity that would have him running back. ”bye now.” she said as the man disappeared and the other man smoothly slid himself into the chair beside her. ”that was pretty smooth.” she said with a smirk after he said hello. ”thanks for the save.”

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status • finished
words • 1348.
tagged • zandreo !
clothes • here. !
notes • sorry for the lateness.

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