Chic digs me

[Lovely]

March 20, 2009
10:15pm

Devin Melody arrived at the party at the same time some 'friends' were also heading in, she walked with them to the door and laughed at a couple of the comments that they made. The three other girls were blondes and Devin had dark hair and blue eyes. It seemed obvious when the door opened, what direction the host's attention went in.

"Ladies!" Their humble and handsome doorman smiled wide and welcomed them in, taking a moment to reach discreetly into the fishbowl by the door for a few of the gold foiled packages mixed in with the matchbooks. He tumbled the items into a pocket and looked past them with a sigh as the twins were ushered away by the Veinna boys, leaving his plans wide open for the night. A couple new options it seemed had just arrived as the others peeled out. He was giving some not-so-discreet attention to two of the blondes who came in past him now, closing the door behind himself to lean on and ponder loudly with the sweeping glances.

Devin was less than impressed with the doorman as his gaze seemed to fixate on the blondes, that's alright he seemed to full of himself to interest her much. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulder, which was covered only by a thin red strap for her tiny tank top. "Some men are so easy.." She murmured as she moved on and picked up a cup off the table on her way to the bar. "They always go for the blondes.. in about two minutes someone's gonna sweep him up.." She shook her head as she headed toward the bar to get a strong drink.

A dark-haired gent reached out for her cup as he came up behind her from around the corner, slipping between her and the bar. "Here, let me get that for you," he offered.

She was a little prejudiced by what she'd been watching and thinking about, her response to the darker haired man reflected that. "How nice.. the blondes are over there." She managed to laugh and gave him a wink as she pointed over her shoulder in their direction. Devin gave him a smile as she moved to go around him but watched him with an intrigued gaze as she tried to pass him.

"Blonde what?" He looked genuinely confused then looked up to where she'd pointed. "Oh, them? Psh, leave 'em with Jeff. Not interested. So... what are you drinking?" He realized a second later that the cup was dry and she'd just arrived.

She gave him a look that at first seemed to say she didn't quite buy that he wasn't interested in the other girls. After a moment she laughed and handed him her cup. "Whatever you're making me?" After she got over herself and the initial pissiness of being snubbed at the door for a couple blondes, Devin was taking a better look at the guy talking to her. He was much more handsome than the guy who had answered the door.

He looked around and didn't see any sign that anyone had been tending bar for a while. "How about... making you laugh like that a little more?" He grinned shyly and motioned that he would just shut up and fill the dry empty cup with something, almost as if he was really working in hand signs to tell her that and getting just as flustered as his words did. He slipped behind the counter and started to mix a simple brown-soda-something with a splash of something clear from another bottle that smelled like paint thinner, though the label had come off. He swirled the cup a little to mix it and set it on the counter for her.

"It's possible.. you might get me to.." She grinned at him, still watching him carefully. He seemed different than the other guys here, his smile was almost shy and something about him gave her the impression he was a sweetheart which was odd in the group of frat brats that one usually found at parties like this one. "Most don't get past the first round with me.. Sorry, just a friendly warning.. in case you'd rather go find something easier" The way she said it let him know she wasn't the usual party girl or cheap tramp one might come across at such a party, but that didn't mean he didn't have a chance with her. He might convince her to be more wild tonight.. or for a week.

[Lovely]

He grinned, confused all over again. "Easier than what?" He knotted his brow a little and shook his head..whatever. He started to make another glass like he'd made her, tasting it... and very quickly taking hers back. "Don't drink that! I mean, um.. you don't want to drink it... I think that really is paint thinner." He made a face that said he was trying hard not to make a face, embarrassed that he may have tried to poison them both.

He wanted her to laugh again and found a way, though she was giggling at his mistake, at least she wasn't pissed about it. . "How about I give you a hand?" She started moving to come around the bar to join him before he'd even answered her.

He put his hand up and tried to stay 'cool' about this, looking around for the real liquor, or at least the things he could identify. "Nonono, no... it's okay, really, unless... well I mean you -can- if you really want to. I just didn't want to keep a pretty lady waiting for a drink is all," he said, not wanting to push her away, either. He was truly digging the little laugh and she might just see the slight hint of a blush.

"I wasn't waiting. I was seeking.." She pointed out with a playful smile, not minding at all that they were now alot closer. "..but if you'd rather I go over there and wait.. well.." She shrugged and brushed her fingers through her sliken hair. "I kinda got the impression this party was going to be boring anyway. Maybe I'll just take off? Thanks for the paint thinner though.. it was interesting."

He spied the second cooler he hadn't looked in yet and upon peeking in it, he suddenly seemed triumphant, then floored with dismay as she mentioned leaving. He presented an icy can to her like a crystal goblet. "What? Wait, what did I say wrong? Here, try this instead - I can reeeead - says 'beer'. I can't mess up a cold beer, right?"

He was just so cute, it was hard to resist him and she found herself chuckling and taking a step toward him rather than away. "Do I look like a wussy beer drinker to you?" She set her hands on her slender hips, still grinning. "Go ahead take a good look." One hand motioned up and down her feminine frame. "I think you'll find tequila written on me.." The hand landed on the front of her shoulder and she pulled aside the thin strap and the very top of her tank, as if to show him, though the top didn't hide much to begin with. The shifting of her shirt revealed an edge of lace and skin which was covered again when she pulled the strap back onto her shoulder a couple seconds later. "You got any labels that say that?" She wiggled a brow, hoping that he did.

"Te-kill-ya? Um... sure...," he grinned. He liked this girl and offered a sparkling smile. Darting back a few feet, he slipped open the partly opened cupboard revealing the stash he was in search of, grabbing hers and a bottle of gin for himself. "Much better," he held them up with a triumphant but slight gesture, not wanting to get Kaz's attention at the moment. "One for you, one for me, and maybe you'll join me to enjoy them?"

"Hmmm maybe.. if you say pretty please with a lemon on top!" She teased, feeling like this party might be worth her time now, more than she had earlier. At least this guy seemed cool enough.. a little different, interesting.. She winked at him again.

He grabbed a lemon from the bowl and offered it with her bottle. "I'd offer to squeeze your lemon, but you'd probably slug me. How about this. You ever been here before? There's usually a spot in the room off the kitchen that stays pretty quiet - it's too far away from the bar."

"Yeah.. that's where I usually hang out when I get dragged here.. until I get bored and leave. No offense to you.. since you seem so familiar and comfortable here." She gave a slightly apologetic smile for the comment that seemed like a dig. "And there was this wasted chick there earlier and some guy.. I hope they have cleared out.. I'd hate to have to have to toss them on the lawn." Her tone indicated she might find some amusement in that.

[Lovely]

"Hell, I'll toss 'em for you. Why waste a good seat in the house with deadweight? They're done with it anyway, right? I'm Chris, and yeah.. maybe too familiar with this place. Nothing else interesting going on, so I came here... no offense either. Looks like it just got really interesting, honestly."

She smiled brightly, warmly, her blue eyes lighting up with a shine that nearly dazzled. "I'm Devin.. nice to meet you.. and I think I agree with you about the interesting part." She pointed at the salt shaker. "Think anyone will mind if I grab that?"

"Hmm... not if they know what's good for them," he said, a hint of what he thought looked really good for him if he didn't scare her off. He reached for it to hand to her politely.

"Thanks." She grinned, her tongue playing over her lips and teeth a litle more than it 'needed' to, kind of a tiny tease. Her fingers curled around the shaker and she plucked it from his hand, spining on her heel to move ahead of him to the 'quiet corner' of the kitchen. Her hips shifting and swaying as she glided around people, her short black shorts and tiny red tank hugging and following every curve and sway.

"Te-kill-me and leave me smiling," he murmured, watching her move ahead, following not too far behind. He'd grabbed a chunk of lime and broke the seal on the gin, taking a pinch and swig before catching up.

She reached the kitchen and stood staring at the girl and two guys all but passed out over the table and chairs. The hand with the lemon was set to her hip and the other rested the bottle against her bare, smooth thigh.

The fire of the gin was enough to wake him up. "Just a moment, toots... get the garbage out so you have a place to sit," he said, though one chair remained by itself that they could share.

Her arm swung gently around his shoulders as he came closer and she smiled. "You don't have to.. don't want you to get all mussed up on my account.. we could find someplace else.. or.." She nodded to the chair and then eyed the 'drunks'. "or.. we could do it together.. ?"

"You kidding? I might break a nail," he winked, setting his own bottle down to take hers and rest it beside his. "We could probably pile them on the coats and someone will just wear them home, to be honest." He reached for the closest to hoist effortlessly over his shoulder, being a bit stronger than he appeared.

"Aw.. I'd kiss it better." She grinned and sighed, following suit to pull the girl up over her own shoulder, though with a bit more effort than he used, still strong for a girl of her size. Her arms flexing to show a small ripple and cuvre of muscle as it was used. "Lets clear this table, eh?"

"As soon done as said... three of a kind... what do you have?" He smiled, looking at the heap as they piled the trio against the wall to sober or slobber over each other.

"Drool.. I think.. I think that last guy licked me.." She made a face at the drunk slobber on her shoulder and gently peeled her strap down her arm a bit. "You notice a towel handy?"

[Lovely]

"Nope, but you can have this. It's okay," he said, offering the soft sleeveless denim he wore. He slipped it off revealing more of the muscles it hid and two medallions that swung delicately around his neck in contrast.

"I'm not wiping slobber on your shirt.." She paused as her eyes travelled slowly over his torso and paused at the medallions that hung gracefully. "I think you might have me at a disadvantage.. I don't have mucles like that."

"Then you'd better or I might take you over my knee, young lady. I insist, take it. You can wear it instead if you don't want to wear drool." He closed the door to the kitchen to offer some privacy and turned if she wanted to change out of her wet tank.

"I.." She took the shirt and murmured a soft "Thank you." as he turned around. "Just don't let me forget my shirt here, it happens to be one of my favorites." The tank was set on the table and his covered her, buttons being done as she gave him the ok to turn around. "Decent, it's alright.." She didn't button it up all the way, offering a glance of the bra that was the same crimson as her shirt, if she moved just so. "I don't fill it out the same as you.. you sure you're alright going without?"

"Got a way to keep warm," he smiled, nodding at the bottle which was also in the direction of where she stood... either way, he wasn't feeling cold right now. "You fill it out prettier than I do, toots."

"Still like mine.." She smiled but stuck her tongue out at him a little, motioning to the now empty seats. "So.. shall we drink to victory and claim our fruits of war?"

"Lemon, lime and.... watch the wheel spin and see what we get? After you," he offered her the choice of seats, though he took a glance at each to be sure they were 'safe'.

She gave a shrug of her shoulders and spun, skipping the step or two to land gently into the middle seat. Letting him choose to take either one on each side of hers. She tossed the lemon into the air and caught it lightly in her fingers.

"Nice catch," he grinned, spinning the chair beside her around to sit around the back of. "So, how'd you hear about this dump?"

"I have a friend.. well several who come here to these parties.. I get dragged along now and then.. you know twist my arm and all." She teased a bit at the last.

"Glad you're twisted," he raised a brow and smiled into the sip of the swig he took from the bottle. Definitely not feeling cold, but also not wanting to overdo, he put the cap back on the bottle and set it aside to fold his arms on the chairback. "So... this friend... can I thank her... him... them later or are we pretending not to know anyone else here by name?"

[Lovely]

She still smiled, chuckling and curling her leg up to rest her foot on the chair. Her fingers slipped down to her hem and at the seam along her side, she pulled free a thin long bladed knife, tiny but would be very effective if one knew how to use it. It was clear she did as she twirled it and brought it to the lemon, gentle fingers carefully sliced the yellow orb. "Depends.. she may end up finding an offer she can't refuse and ditching me.. or find herself behind closed doors here with one of the boys I hear them all rave about.. apparently a bunch of Don Juans live here." She shook her head with a soft laugh.

"Who told you that?" He laughed, intrigued by her manner of handling her blade. "Well... I guess that leaves me out. I don't live here... often."

"Oh the girls rave about the men here.. and what does that mean? You don't live here often?"

"Depends on the cashflow. Money's tight. Why do you think I didn't have any place more interesting than this to go? That's what I get for being a teacher, I guess."

"You're a.. what do you teach?" She asked, leaning forward a little and suddenly even more interested in him. She twisted the cap of her bottle and took a sip to let the tingle soak into her tongue.

"Eh... you don't believe me anyway," he waved off her inquiry and reached for his bottle again. She did truly seem interested to know, though. "Sign language.. and yes, I'm serious. Go on, get all the 'hand' jokes out now."

"Well you'd have to tell me some.. cause i really wasn't going to make any." She licked her lips and reached to brush two of her fingers over his hand as he reached for his bottle. "I actually.. think that is pretty awesome.."

"I'm also a cheerleader," he said flatly, holding his hand near hers, curious about the reaction to that truth as well. "Colorguard and marching band in highschool, except I broke my leg real bad when I was little, so the actual marching killed my ass. So... I teach."

"You're shittin me?" She smiled, her eyes lighting up and showing her delight at his admission. "Wow.. ok -I'm impressed.. but shh.. don't tell it doesn't happen often. Shit.. are you married? cause.. there's gotta be some catch.. and I'm not getting the impression that you're gay.. which I'm happy about mind you."

"No... and noooo... and thanks. Most stop at the second and just move on... or I do. I'm not in one place too long, usually. That has had a lot to do with it, but .. the funding runs out, so does housing and blam... in the kitchen heaping drunks to the corner. Impressive... heh... not really."

"Hey you heaped that drunk really well.." She tipped her head and grinned, shifting and darting to kiss his cheek, then drop back to her chair. "give yourself some credit okay.. funding running out for what you do.. is just a fact of life.. it's not like you're a big loser cause of it.. actually you're admirable for continuing to contribute your time and efforts to these things.. and I sound like a dork.. I'm gonna shut up and drink.." She reached for her bottle to silence her rambling.

[Lovely]

"It's okay, really. I don't see any dorks here... sober ones anyway," he jiggled his brow a little and lifted his bottle in a toast. "Here's to fighting the good fight then. My kids appreciate it... students... they're all my kids, you know? They are a special bunch and I wouldn't know how to give them up."

She touched her bottle neck against his. "Here's to your kids, the good fight.. and the man keeping it up." She smiled softly, bringing the bottle her lips to drink the toast.

"Heh, better take it easy on the toasts, or you'll have me swinging from the chandelier," he warned. There was another part he hadn't mentioned yet.

"Well that would be a new one for me.. but you know down at the zoo I have gotten used to that kind of thing."

"Now you're putting me on," he murmured, suddenly more curious himself. "Tell me more - maybe we knew each other in a past life."

"I.. happen to have a soft spot for furry things.. " She blushed a bit, hesitating just so. "I'm a vet.. I'm currently working at the zoo. I come home smelling like a monkey some days.. your turn to make smart comments." She offered, taking another small swig.

"You'll have to give me some, cuz when it comes to monkeys, I tend not to say much. I get in enough trouble being one," he said almost as a quiet aside, but made sure she heard him. There was no humor in it any more than him mentioning he played with batons. The gin bottle raised to his lips for a more serious swig this time as he looked away, expecting her to laugh or just leave.

"Did you just..?" She turned, setting her bottle down as she gazed at him questioningly. "Chris.. are you suddenly feeling like maybe we should find someplace.. less filled with drunk coeds.. to continue this conversation?" She offered softly, if he was as serious as he seemed, it might be best.

"Someplace to ditch the whackjob? Sure, where'd you have in mind?" His green eyes turned a darker shade as he wished he hadn't brought it up, but she'd have found out eventually. "Listen, I really don't like to talk about that anyway. It's just part of what I am, but not who I am, you know? Can we start over, maybe go back to paint thinner?"

"I don't want to ditch you.. I was thinking more along the lines of I'll show you mine if you show me yours.. but if you don't like to talk about it.. I understand.. we don't have to.. and no thanks on the paint thinner.. I'm all set with mister ick."

"Thanks," he smiled a little more shyly. "Maybe the chic digs me a little afterall. No, blondes don't do a thing for me, just so you know. And I really... really," he chuckled as he nodded and took another quick sip. "Like the color red."

She bit her lower lip and glanced at him, giving a cute half smile. "It's my favorite color.. and yeah I think you're right about the chick.. but it might be more than a little.."

"About that chandelier..," he teased, taking a deep breath and trying not to turn a shade darker. He felt he could just slip into the change and jump in her lap, but didn't. He'd forgotten she was wearing his shirt. "Maybe we could go someplace else."

[Lovely]

"Yeah about that... chandelier.." She thought about what he'd said and how he now seem to be warming to her suggestion to go someplace else. Devin smiled softly as she gazed over at him, reaching to stroke her fingertips over his bare arm. "Maybe we should definitely go some place else." She let her thoughts run wild a moment and murmured. "Theres a decent chance you could wake up next to me in the morning."

He looked around at the piles of slagged heaps that would hate themselves in the morning and agreed, not realizing at all what she was saying at first. "You know, if we keep drinking toasts, it might happen," he chuckled, then paused before taking another sip. "Wait... chic said what?" He blinked the same confusion from behind the bright green eyes that were slowly beginning to haze.

She'd thought it before and now as she watched his reaction to her words, the thought returned. He was just so damn cute, she had the urge to scoop him up and take him off to cuddle up with. Hey now, that wasn't a bad idea at all. Dev smiled and leaned forward, brushing a sweet and soft kiss over his cheek, rather than speak an answer to him about what she'd said.

Good thing she had his shirt. He was sure it would be melting right off of him now. He looked at the room that wasn't spinning and the bottle he'd had very little of, chuckling as he looked back at her. "We're... both still sober, right?"

She kept smiling softly at him, unable to take her eyes off him at the moment, she felt drawn to him in a way she didn't quite understand. It went beyond a simple flirtation and had nothing to do with the drinks she'd had. "For the most part.. I can't speak for you.. but I'm not drunk."

He was sure digging her a lot right now and it seemed mutual. Maybe he'd fallen off the cupboard and hit his head. "I'm still breathing at least.. not dead, not dreaming, right?"

"Not dead or dreaming that I know of.. and it looks like your breathing." She smiled gently and let her hand brush over his arm.

"Good, because I almost forgot how," he said, taking in a sudden breath as she touched his skin. "Y... you sure you want to do that?"

Her eyes moved over his face and down to where her hand settled lightly over his arm. "Do you -not- want me to?" She countered softly.

He still wasn't cold, but the chill shrugged through him. "Noooo.. I didn't say that, but I figured I might warn you," he said, a quiver trickling over his lip and his face showing a little of the change occuring despite his best efforts.

"Maybe.. we should go someplace.. a little less crowded.." She studied his face a moment and reached to slip her hand into his. "You have your own room here or do we need a good 'getaway' car? or do you prefer to go or stay?"

"Don't think anyone'd notice if we left. I don't drive, though," he smiled shyly, looking away to the table to compose himself, trying to breathe normally, though this chic was making it damned hard... "If you have a plan, I'm listening."

[Lovely]

She smiled softly, curling her fingers around his hand. "I have a car.. and an apartment -nothing spectacular.. but no drunks there unless we decide to be them.. but someplace we could go and be relaxed.. comfy.. get to know each other a little more, if you want to?"

"Got a chandelier?" He looked up and chuckled nervously, clenching her fingers a little more tightly. She wasn't freaked out, so why not? "Comfy sounds great... can't say it would be good to have any of the drunks here who don't know me stumble in here and see a spazzed out furball jumping around on the cupboards."

"Well you have a point there." She didn't seem to mind how he squeezed her hand and smiled a little more for him, leaning to kiss his cheek again and whispering. "Come on.. let's get out of here."

"Th... this isn't a wicked joke or anything, right? You're serious?" The green of his eyes played with the light as his curiousity grew about the girl.

"No, this isn't a joke.. and I never take guys home.. so I'd say I'm serious.. " She stood up, still holding his hand and looking to meet his eyes with her cool blue ones.

He stood carefully, gracefully, watching her and holding her hand as if one of them might float away in an instant. He reached to adjust her collar with his other hand. "You're showing off a little," he smiled before looking down at himself, his bare chest, laughing lightly. "Don't say anything. Mmm... c'mon. I'm gonna get myself in a heap of trouble any second... and it looks like I might have help."

Her eyes lit up and her giggle was soft, she leaned into him as she reached around to pluck her tank top off the table. "It's more fun to get in trouble with help." She gave him a wink and turned, looking around a bit. "Which way is the easiest to get out of here? I parked out front to avoid getting blocked in out back."

"Out the back and away from the mob in the front room, that way," he pointed toward the far corner beyond which was the door he likely meant. "Easy enough to walk around, though I tend to climb," he winked. "Kidding - there's a path."

She shook her head and chuckled a little at his comment, heading out in the direction he'd indicated. Her hand stayed in his and she glanced over her shoulder to give him a smile as they reached the door. "Ready?"

"Sure thing, toots. Lead on," he whispered. "Actually, just a second. Melody..."

She paused with her other hand on the door knob and partially turned toward him. "What..?" She wondered why he asked her to wait.

"Just this...." He reached to kiss her cheek in return for the kindness. "Thanks... in case I don't get another chance."

Her cheek heated a bit at his sweetness and her hand lifted to touch his shoulder and she smiled. "Come on.. before i pinch myself and wake up."

"I could pinch you if you want," he shrugged and nudged her on through the door.

"but I don't want to wake up." She grinned and ducked out the door, staying close to him and kind of letting him lead the way a little, at least till they got out front. "Can you guess which is mine?" She whispered near his ear as the sporty red convertible came into view, parked out front.

"Hmm... either the super-economical black sport beetle with the tennis ball on the antenna...," he said, looking back at her then back at the choices of cars in front. "Or... I'm going with the convertible. I hope that's the one you have the keys for. I like to hang out top and stick my tongue out in the wind."

She laughed, leaning into his back a little and giving him a nudge towards the convertible. "Well since you're good at guessing.. where did I hide the key?"