Set Them Up to Knock Them Down|| Mickey & Bug.

[Bug||Bradley.]

Lights flickered on the dance floor. Women were dressed in skimpy outfits while thrusting so slowly against each others hips, men were sure to think it illegal. Couples made out in corners -- sometimes people who just met five seconds ago -- making it hard to figure where one started and the other began, while some were learning about the human reproductive systems in the other rooms the bar had to offer. It seemed that everyone in the Pravus headquarters loved to party until the sun came up, which was more likely than not, but there still were others who didn’t enjoy the scene. Bradley Vibravi -- well, that’s a different story all together.

The twenty-three-year-old man sat, his messy hair falling over his green hues. At a first glance, he looked just all together unkempt, but at a closer one, anyone could easily tell he was a handsome guy. His once tightened neck tie sat loosely around his neck, while the buttons on his shirt had been unfastened to reveal a bit of his pale skin to everyone around him. He didn’t care if people stopped to stare, he was used to it. After all, he did hang out around the bar four out of five week days and both weekend days, which meant mostly everyone knew him there.

Unlike most of the people who hung around the bar, he didn’t dance -- he never did, either. Instead, he always could be found searching around the room for his hook up for the night. With beautiful ladies all around him, one would think it an easy feat to pick one, right? No. Brad couldn’t just pick one, it was just too damn hard; he wanted them all. There were a few gorgeous ladies out there, though; all ranged from blonde hair, to fuchsia, and back -- each capable of putting Gods to shame. But even with their remarkable looks and statures, they weren’t the one for tonight.

“C’mere, Brad, show me a good time.” Someone simpered, their hand slowly trailing up his leg and stopping just near his pants belt loop. Brad’s breath hitched in the back of his throat as he lifted his shot glass and downed it, just to be sure that a woman seriously had just pranced right up and did that. “What are you drinking? Hmmm?” Sae, one of the regulars at the bar asked, dropping into the seat right next to Brad.

“For a moment I actually was thinkin’ you were someone I woulda been hookin’ up with tonight. Thanks, Sae, means a lot to me,” Bug responded, prying her hand from his belt loop. Sae was more of a sister than a play thing, so why wouldn’t she just grasp that? “Really, Sae, I’m in business --”

“You’re picking out your catch for tonight, hmm? Well, that girl over there is hot, and I don’t even swing that way.” Sae pointed to a girl over in the corner who seemed a bit lost and out-of-place. Bug agreed, she was hot -- she just wasn’t enough, though. He wanted something he couldn’t get, someone that would actually hold a challenge. It was always the same: easy girls with fake breasts, blue eyes, and skinny thighs; he did enjoy those thighs…Still, he wanted someone out of his league. No girls seemed to possess that look, sadly.

“She’s hott, yeah…Not hookin’ up material.” Brad ordered another shot while Sae gazed around the room wondrously. It was a surprise she was actually sober tonight; Brad supposed she was waiting for someone. “You seein’ someone tonight?” he asked.

“Actually, yeah. I got tired of trying to get what isn’t obtainable, and now I’m dating someone…” Sae’s voice trailed off, Brad knew what she was trying to say.

Brad wasn’t on the market, never was. He was more of a swinger. Commitment wasn’t a reality for him, nor did he ever think it would be. He could only see himself as a single man for the rest of his life, getting his fix by charming ladies into thinking they actually stood a chance. Most of the women around the HQ knew about his ways, too, but that didn’t stop them from trying to capture the heart of Bradley Vibravi. He continuously told them that he wasn’t interested, just simply interested in what they could offer, and it was getting old. He didn’t want someone who wanted him, but someone who didn’t. Sure, it was a confusing concept. Yet, it made all the sense in the world to him.

“What’s his name?” Brad probed, not even all that interested.

“Bret.”

Brad ran his fingers through his light hair. “Figures,” he snorted.

“What? What the hell is your problem now?” Sae coaxed, eyes blazing.

“Figures you’re dating someone with a name so close to mine --”

“You’re a real bastard, did you know that?” Sae threw Brad’s shot glass against the wall, startling a few people that happened to be walking in the area around them. “You’re not as ’sexy’ or ’attractive’ as all these other girls might think.”

Just as Sae was about to walk away, Brad gripped her arm firmly. He lowered his lips to hers and smirked. “I know what you’re thinkin’, but you know it’s not the truth…” He slowly leaned in, his eyelashes brushing her cheekbone now. Sae just trembled under his touch, clearly forgetting she was meeting someone in a few short minutes. “After all…I know you want me.” And he closed the gap with his lips, no matter how badly he wished he hadn’t done it. He wouldn’t let one girl ruin his reputation, so by shutting Sae up, it was fixed just as quickly as it had been dented.

Releasing her, Brad rubbed a circle into her bare hip bone, then shoved her off in the direction of a young man who was searching around -- quite flustered by the looks of it. Sae glanced over her shoulder over to Brad, as if waiting for some sort of sign that there was something else to be said, and when she realized there wasn’t, she huffed and walked off just like all the other women before. A smirk rimmed his lips as he eyed her well-toned behind. Maybe if they hadn’t been friends first he could have hooked up with her -- too late now.

“Hey, Bradley,” Sloane called from behind the counter. “That your girl?”

Brad chuckled a soft, melodic chuckle, then downed another shot. “No one’s my girl, you of all people should know that.”

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I think I should know how to make love to something innocent without leaving my fingerprints out
Now, L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce
How do I say I'm sorry cause the word is just never gonna come out
Now, L-o-v-e's just another word I never learned to pronounce

Starstrukk -- 3oh!3: Totally fits the mood, doesn't it?

-- Really crappy first post, but meh. They'll get better once I start playing around with Bug's character. :3

[Mickey]

A light smirk picked at the woman’s lips, her dazzling kelp colored hues observed the clamped human tetris game fit together before her. The scarcely clad women threw their sweat glistening, thin arms above their head, their eyes down cast and peering over their shoulder seductively at their partner let it be man or woman—friend or stranger. The men would stare at the hot crowd with greedy eyes not set on money, but for something more expensive. Guys would whistle and girls would flock like sheep in a pen, resting their eyes on their man like he they needed him. That look sickened Michelle, the Pravus grunt who had her lean frame propped against a wall unoccupied by couples…yet, and if she were to ever find herself portraying that look, ever, she’d probably throw herself off a cliff.

The hot, steamy atmosphere reached Michelle, causing the girl to lift her hand and run her fingers through her muddy brown tresses. She parted her hair, the left side falling over her eyes as the right was pinned back by her palm. Her appearance reflected a calm order, though her eyes deviously flashed across the dance floor. She was so tempted—the music, the lights, the hot and sticky action occurring only feet away in front of her—it was the dance floor that brought the wild side of most women, and if those women were already wild, then God knows what happens then…
That was Michelle’s part.

One combat boot crossed the other, Mickey finally dropped her hand from the crown of her head, allowing her hair to fall back into place and tickle her shoulders. Her eyes lowered to the ground, she watched as pairs of feet passed by—some lagging, some motivated, a few stumbling with another pair close behind—it was funny how one could see another’s mood just by the way their feet moved, but when a pair of large boots stepped into view—obviously belonging to a man—the girl slowly lifted her gaze, staring at the man through slanted, brunette bangs.

She parted her long, flat lips, “What do you want?” The man was no where familiar. He was tall, brown eyed, and had thick curly black hair. In all truths, he looked like a Greek God descending from the heavens—which could be the reason why so many girls were giving Michelle a nasty stare, muttering inaudible words—but Michelle took no interest. She only stared at the man boringly.

“Oh?” The man spoke, his voice deep but no too deep—again, perfect along with his appearance. “You know just what I want…” The man swooped in, his breath reeking of alcohol, aiming to steal Michelle’s lips roughly, but Mickey dipped down.

The girl squatted, staring at the man now from the ground. It wasn’t in her character to get so involved with others--- heh… lie. Michelle lifted her hand, grabbing the buckle to his belt before swinging through his parted legs and slowly rising—her hand gliding from underneath him.

“Boy,” Mickey purred, her other hand sliding to the back of his neck, running her thin fingers into his curly hair, gripping his midnight locks. “You can’t handle me.” And with the last syllable of her sentence, Michelle violently smashed the man’s forehead into the wall, probably causing him to bleed, but all she knew was that she stepped back quickly escaping into the hot and steamy crowd she was watching earlier.

Many hips bumped into her petite ones, her hands—for the sake of not touching anything she didn’t want them to—were thrown in the air like everyone else’s. She turned to her side and started to sidle through the crowd, but stop dead when the beat changed pace to a faster, more mind-boggling tempo. It was as if any space left between people were shut, including Mickey. The girl grunted, being thrown against an unknown body and pressed between two. Oh, did she hate sandwiches—food and people. She grunted again, her hips crashing against another’s.

How she hated being forced into things. (Though roughness wasn’t bad, it was just the forced into submission part.)

Once an opening parted through the crowd, Michelle pushed herself through, her hands still raised. As she exited she lowered her arms, fists shoved back into her pockets with the same calm look she had before. Her kelp orbs now surveying the bar, as much as she wanted a drink, she wanted to stay away from the greedy men perched at the counter.

Her ears picked up a shatter, her eyes slowly traced back to the cause. When spotting a man and a woman kissing, the girl only huffed. Relationship shit, wasn’t it? Michelle hated the whole ‘Love’ people use as an excuse to stay with someone for over a week, hell—for over a day! Who didn’t just want the pleasure then leave, there was no commitment, there didn’t need to be one. Michelle picked her feet up and glided to another wall and propped herself against it once again. She was just a bore, wasn’t she…?

Who knows maybe there will be some excitement to emit from this evening.

[Bug||Bradley.]

The music had changed once again, this time more upbeat. Not only did the music change, the people did too. Instead of slowly thrusting their hips around in erotic movements, they instead raised their hands into the air and moved in shorter, swifter ones. At this point, Brad was pretty bored -- no, he was really bored. Sae had provided him a little bit of entertainment, being that he cruelly tortured her by planting a meaningless kiss upon her lips, though that lasted not even a minute. He’d need something, or someone else to fill that void now; just who was the pressing question, however. He couldn’t even see anyone right now, due to the change in the lights. As a substitute of them being bright like they were before, they were a deep shade of blue, which gave everyone a cerulean skin tone.

Brad knew that if he remained, he would have virtually no plaything for the night, so wandering around was most likely his best bet. His shoes tapped soundlessly against the dance floor as he sifted through the many people dancing around him. Some girls with enough guts allowed their slender frames to slowly coast down Brad’s while he paused for a moment or two to enjoy himself, which didn’t bother him -- not at all. He actually smirked as they did so, taking pride in his obvious sex appeal. Another person reached out to touch him, this time in his most prized possession…Damn, that libido was acting up again.

Just being around so many women, feeling the evident adrenaline pulsing through his veins tortured the man into concocting wonderful images in his mind -- of what he wished to do to his customers. Yes. He always did consider his playthings as customers, even though he never took money from him; never would he take money. Their dedication and appreciation towards him, well, that made them his customers. Plus, once they got a little peek at just what he could do with his body and theirs…Hell, they came back for more. It wasn’t always that Brad would let girls in for some more, they had to be different from the others -- much different. That was rare, though, and only happened once before with a woman whom he had ended up getting pregnant. After that, he never let her come back with her ticket to ride; she had taken a one way trip to hell without passing go or collecting two-hundred dollars.

As beautiful as she had been, and as great as she had been when it came to love making, being a father was not an option. He had been a young man of nineteen at the time, still too young to think about such things as parenthood. He wanted to enjoy himself for as long as he could before he was thrust into the working world where, in order to live, you had to bust your ass everyday. There were days when he wondered how his old play toy was, as well as his child -- if she had kept it -- but she would never mean anything to him. Brad made sure of it, there were no attachments to anyone. It was either sex, fooling around, or hooking up -- they picked, and he played.

He really didn’t understand the whole male/female dynamics aspect of life. Why date someone for a while, only to end up having your heart broken? Wouldn’t it just be more intelligent to enjoy yourself for a night and move on with your life like nothing had even happened? That’s how Brad saw it, even if others thought it taboo. If anyone had a problem with it, they could take it up with him, because he truly didn’t care. What he did with women was his own personal business, as was his sex life -- his very active sex life.

Giving up on searching around the room, Brad’s eyes flickered towards a random wall, where a short, thin girl stood. In the dim light of the room, he could easily see that she was beautiful. The way she presented herself…Well, that interested Brad before he even gave her body a thorough examination -- take that whichever way you wish -- and nodded. This was her, the girl he had been searching out all night; hopefully she wasn’t strange, or a psycho bitch -- that would have put all Brad’s efforts to waste.

He took a step tentatively in her direction, then another, and another until he was keeping a steady pace towards where she was. It wasn’t like him to wonder what someone would think of him, but he wished, for once, he could hear a girl’s thought process. Also, it wasn’t like he’d even seen this woman around before, she could be a lesbian for all he knew, which again, would have made his efforts completely useless. It was too late to turn around now as he made his final steps toward the girl, loosening his tie even more around his neck. So his chest was revealed to her? He doubted she would mind, being that he was actually pretty toned.

“Hey there, beautiful. What’s a pretty girl like you standin’ all alone over here?” Brad asked, placing a hand against the wall just over her head so he could take a good look at her as he leaned on it. “Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend or somethin’?”

He winked at her before lowering his head a bit, allowing his breath to land ever so subtly against her forehead. The height difference wasn’t what he expected, she was just so short, but it was cute -- he liked short girls, especially the ones with the toned, skinny legs. “Or are you simply single, an’ lookin’ for someone to talk to? ‘Cause I’m up to buyin’ you a drink…” He blinked his emerald eyes, that winning smile of his growing with every word he spoke to her. “What do ya say?”

[Mickey]

((Definitely more than I thought I was gonna' give ya. But I hope you like it :3. ALSO not sure what to do when they get a drink, I was thinking maybe head out to the hallway ;3 Cuz' who knows what could happen out there<3))

The lights dimmed leaving the girl in a lone pit of darkness. Of course you could still see her, it wasn’t as if she turned completely invisible, but the darkness compared to the violently flickering lights dancing upon the crowd was like night and day. The noise never seemed to die and/or dwindle; it kept that same ringing pitch in Michelle’s ears. It nearly caused the girl to go insane and kick in all the speakers, but why ruin the night? Obviously causing chaos at a bar/ club wasn’t too promising—heh… another lie. Another’s pain was one’s joy, right?

Michelle’s eyes hardened on the floor, eyeing shoes once more. Again, reading feet, joy… Stumbling feet, slow feet, tiny, large, everything in the middle. Who knew there were so many Pravus members? But no wonder the halls were so empty at night—every member was in here, obviously. If not, you were sure to find couples out doing ‘whatever’ in the halls. Let it be from touchy feely to hardcore make-out session, one could swore they even hear moaning coming from a near by janitor’s closet round the corner.

And that’s the reason why Michelle joined Pravus. Not the sex, or whatever—though that is a fun consolation prize—but the pure excitement of it all. Not one night are you bored—well, naturally. There’s always a beating to gather in on, some rumors to spy on, and the goodies you receive in the end from any stranger. It was simply always upbeat with Pravus, not like the slow, boring Rangers—they were always a bore. There’s nothing exciting doing good all the time that is what life is all about. It’s a big rule; break it till you’re done.

And in the end, you always meet someone new.

Michelle blinked yet another foreign pair of shoes stepped into her line of sight, parallel to hers obviously standing in front of her. Men and their boundaries. They always stepped too close for comfort on the first meeting, but good thing Mickey isn’t like any other girl, or she’d actually take that into thought. The Pravus grunt simply lifted her chin, her kelp orbs immediately locking with the man’s similar green eyes. Interesting—she never knew anyone with the same eyes; a slight smirk played her lips. This boy was cute.

”Hey there ,beautiful. What’s a pretty girl like you standin’ all alone over here?”

His words hit her ears like a light melody. Right off the bat Michelle knew this man was a hook up drop out, as she liked to call it. Someone who hooked up with people then dropped them out the next morning. Sadly—she’d have to agree with his ways. Though, this girl never was an easy catch and judging by his appearance and height (which wasn’t too tall) he’d be fun teasing, maybe take for a slight joy ride, but nothing too serious—but hell, since when did Mickey actually think before she acted? She remained silent for the most part.

”Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend or somethin’?”

Michelle immediately smirked, her long lips caressing her cheeks. Her swampy green eyes surveying the man—dropping and absorbing his loose appearance; his loose fitting tie, unbuttoned shirt, disheveled hair, and over all unkempt manifestation would cause any girl to swoon on spot. The pre-adult lightly stuck her tongue out, lapping her bottom lip as she averted her gaze back to the man’s.

“You just missed him…” An obvious lie or just a wild saying complimented by the fiery look reflecting from her deep, swampy hues. “But I’m guessing that never stopped you before, hmmm?”

When the man winked, Mickey’s smirk only widened. She definitely found a keeper—well, not so much a keeper but a plaything nonetheless. She had her victims she was glad to please. However, some men are just stubborn, take for instance, Feng. That grunt makes Michelle want to rip her hair out fist full by fist full, but his insanity and equal entertainment in violence and fooling around makes the girl wanting to come back—and she was sure he would do the same if he had the opportunity. Now with this boy—whatever his name is, Michelle really didn’t care for names—he was a different subject. He obviously wasn’t the tough guy, which was okay—Michelle could play the rough part…

His breath tickled her skin, causing the pre-adult to lower her head, her eyes now leveled with his chest. She always was the smaller ones in any situation, right? How was that fair? The girl didn’t mind her height, in some cases it was annoying—not being able to reach things—but in a few cases it was good being able to consider herself the ‘last fitting piece to any puzzle’. (Take that as however).
“Or are you simply single, an’ lookin’ for someone to talk to? ‘Cause I’m up to buyin’ you a drink… What do ya say?”

Michelle scoffed, licking her lips as she lifted her fists from her pockets, pressing her petite, cold palm against his bare, hot chest. She took her sweet, slow time as her other hand found the man’s tie. The hand on his chest grabbed the back end fabric of the accessory. The girl parted her lips, as her eyes downcast.

“I’m single… Relationships aren’t my fancy,” Mickey teasingly glanced at the boy from beneath her thin eyebrows, “But I’m telling you to give up now-” The girl slowly pulled on the tie, tightening it slowly around his neck. “Because no matter how hard you try-” She jerked on the fabric, causing her to lean in closer to his looming physique.

“You can’t handle this.” Michelle smirked, lips inches apart as she released the fabric and resumed earlier distance. She then traced her cold hand from his neck, collar bone, dragging it across his shirt, pulling slightly on the opening before gliding it further down and at his belt tugging on it lightly. She side stepped the man, letting her hand drop below his belt before pacing past him.

“As for the drink offer,” Mickey’s lips kept her teasing smirk plastered on her lips as she peered over her shoulder. “…Sure.” The girl swayed her lean hips as she approached the bar.

[Bug||Bradley.]

His eyes repeatedly traced every intricate contour of her perfectly sculpted body: from her similar emerald eyes, to the soft curve of her hips, then back to her slinky smirk. If her appearance wasn’t appealing enough, her choice of clothing sure was. Even though what she wore was simple, she added a wild flare to it with her deep plunging v-neck that, instead of just revealing a little bit of skin, dropped to just below her naval. And it wasn’t even just him that was staring. It seemed, even in the dark, that she, too, had been thoroughly exploring his figure with her eyes as well -- damn, those beautiful eyes.

“Miss? Are you aware that what you are wearin‘ is jus‘ a little too revealing‘…?” Brad’s hand slowly glided down the wall until it wrapped around a few of her muddy brown tresses. With his index finger, he slowly twirled her hair in a circular motion, which matched his slow blinking. “I’m afraid if you don’t confiscate your clothin‘, I might be held responsible to do so.” He dropped her hair back onto her shoulder, then let his hand caress her arm so softly, he was sure she wouldn’t feel it. His hand then roamed towards her shoulder, fingers peeking just below the soft fabric of her shirt to feel the soft skin there.

Brad knew that he would have fun with this one. Unlike many before, she had substance -- which was hard to say being that he hadn’t even heard her speak, nor did he know anything about her. However, there was such a difference between her and the many before. It wasn’t just the beauty she possessed -- no, not just the beauty…It was more. She had a wicked smirk, one that taunted him, yet made him want to explore a bit. And the way she moved, damn, if only he danced. He could almost imagine her lean, tantalizing hips slowly gliding up and down his; the possibilities weighed heavily in his mind of what dancing with her could bring on, though, if he didn’t have to, he wouldn’t. If her game was anything like her body, Brad didn’t need to have her hips grind against his -- there were other things he could do with them.

She licked her thin lips and spoke to him -- what a glorious sound it was indeed. It reminded him of a song: it builds up, reaches its peak, and ends all too soon. What she said was correct, nonetheless. There had been instances where women with boyfriends had also become his playthings. He never truly believed that a relationship meant anything, because there were always a handful of people who, while seemingly happy with their loved one, still need a sexual fix once in a while. Brad just happened to be there, waiting for the moment when relationships became too stressful or fell out; it was his job to mitigate that stress and did whatever he had to do to fulfill it.

“Hmm, you’re right,” Brad told her, flashing her a flirty smile. “Nothin’ keeps me from getting’ what I want.” He moved the fabric still in his hand to the side, smirking wide at the bare flesh. “No bra? I guess it makes things more interestin’, easy too,” he whispered low in her ear, kissing it lightly for an extra flare.

“I’m -- Uh.” The temptress had placed her hand on his bear chest, something he hadn’t expected her to do in the first place. Most of the time, women just cut to the making out and all the other fun stuff -- this one liked to torment her way into Brad’s heart for the night. “Honey, pullin’ on that tie isn’t gonna do anythin’ but make me want all this” -- he gesticulated wildly around her figure -- “all the more.”

“You can’t handle this.” She smirked, letting go and resuming her previous position still a few inches away from him. Her hand still lingered, however, roaming along his chest, down his collar bone, and even towards his belt at one point. Oh what he’d give to just pull her into him and slam her with one hard --

“Mmm,” he growled as she tugged on his belt loop and sidestepped him just so she could peer over her shoulder and accept his offer. And as her hips swayed in a slow, methodical matter, he followed her, just a small few footsteps behind. “This should be entertainin’,” Brad cooed, his lips close to her ear. He lifted a free hand to her behind, slipped his hand in one of the pockets, and led her to the barstools.

Sloane stumbled in from the back, a genuine smile lining his lips. Seeing Brad with a new girl everyday was something he, too, had come to know as a reoccurring deal for him. At times he would ask Brad why he didn't just try to have a steady relationship, but there was no convicing someone who'd been set in his ways for a few years now. It's like the saying: "You can't teach an old dog new tricks" -- just doesn't happen.

“Nice, Brad; she’s the real deal,” Sloane commented, giving the young woman a thorough look-see. "You've got gorgeous eyes, Sweetie." A sly, almost sexual smirk replaced the smile that had been there a moment before; he was liking her just as much as Brad did.

Brad glanced over towards his toy for the night nodding. “What can I do you for, beautiful? An’ jus’ so you know…you can take that anyway you want…”

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I like the idea of them leaving the bar or something. Maybe they can go somewhere else to...Uhh...enjoy themselves. I like the teasing, though. Poor Brad is being tormented in this one. xDDD Mickey's doing a good job at keeping him interested as well.

[Mickey]

The man was—is, will be, would be, can be—an animal. Any tense in the English language complimented this man with all the adjectives. The way he presented himself to the petite pre-adult, asking for a joy ride, caused him the present tense, but as he beckoned further, peaking at her bear skin definitely gave him the future tense (who knew how this man could react under…hot circumstances). Michelle wasn’t too keen on those who skipped the chatter and went straight for their prize—the reason why she is stalling the man—but she enjoyed how with a simple touch, a slight devious smirk, or a wild look in the eyes could arouse the most cold natured men. It was a woman’s charm, and after all, fifty percent of that woman’s charm is illusion, so tease on.

Now call this girl a bit out of character, because out of all the Pravus grunts who roamed the bar, about seven out of ten gave Michelle a frightened stare, the other thirty percent proceeded in bestowing the girl with a fierce look. Normally Mickey was found causing chaos out in the streets, mostly in the alley ways, where she even picked a few fights with fellow Pravus members. All of the fights she ended up winning or having the last hit then running, either way her victims ended up peeing their pants or simply pissed off. Win or lose, Michelle always had the last throw, she’d never let herself live down as a ‘trouble-maker’ if she didn’t.
But what’s going on here—her seductive nature, more appealing draw, and purely an all around nicer Michelle, was her adapting. The crowded bar with steamy make-out sessions in one corner and sex in the back, the mood just hit Michelle like a sugar rush. It definitely was desire more than love—obviously, the girl was teasing a man she just met and didn’t even know his name. She’s never seen him before, but hell—who cares? The man evidently was good looking with those large emeralds, lean yet thick physique, and not grossly taller than Michelle. He was perfect in every angle, which made the teasing all the more fun. He gained his women through looks alone, he was ready for the big game when Michelle only walked up to bat. She planned on hitting a homerun, and with this Grunt? No problem.

A tiny, puckering smile adorned her lips when she felt a foreign hand slip through her back jean pocket. She knew it belonged to the man, and only looked teasingly through the side of her eyes—her thick, layering lashes complimenting her kelp colored hues. Michelle gave a cute shutter when she felt a warm breath tickling her ear, her lips parting and a slight gasp escaping her throat. Oh, she knew how to play this man, and play him well. With the way he responded to her earlier actions and statements, Michelle had this man wrapped around a finger, but she couldn’t claim her play toy just yet, she needed to have a little bit more fun with him.

As the lady closed in on a stool, she placed her pale hand on the edge of the bar counter, pulling herself up and placing herself gently on the cushion. Instead of crossing her legs, shyly, like any normal girl would do when with a guy with obvious interest, she kept her legs spread, and slipped her hands into her lap, lolling back a little.

”Nice, Brad, she’s the real deal…”

Brad, hmm? Michelle side glanced her companion, now lifting her left elbow and propping it on the surface of the counter as she placed the temple of her forehead roughly against her palm; muddy locks covered her face spontaneously giving her a rough look, which she only complimented with a ravishing simper. Her eyes danced upon Brad’s statue with a new hunger in her look. Michelle puckered her lips, slipping her free hand to Brad’s thigh, gently caressing his inner thigh before parting her lips, leaning in beneath Brad.

“A cute name to go for a cute boy.” She puckered her lips, fervently whispering her words. Once she finished her statement she withdrew her hand and replaced it in her lap lazily.

Michelle’s eyes averted to the bartender, she arched a brow and sized the man up herself. As she brought her gaze back to his face, catching the glimpse of that sexual smirk, Michelle nearly laughed. Was she that attractive? It was funny how desperate people could be these days, but then again, it wasn’t like she was a whore, used and abused as much, so she did have some pretty fine qualities. Maybe not the large breasts like most, or the full ass, but she was petite and light like a pretzel—ready to fit into any position. The girl returned the smirk, nodding his way. “They are, aren’t they?” She wouldn’t thank him—not like the other shy girls.

”What can I do you for, beautiful? An’ jus’ so you know…you can take that anyway you want…”

Michelle’s ears winnowed Brad’s melodic voice from the husky noise surrounding them. The girl never turned her head, but only grinned, pressing her face into her palm, her hair draping her shoulders and bouncing leisurely upon her chest. She laughed slightly, her chest rising and falling with every laugh, her kelp-colored orb slightly glancing at Brad from the corner.

“Oh please,” Michelle started, her hand dropping and hitting the counter top lightly, “You couldn’t satisfy me.” The girl shrugged, her façade now facing the bar.

“I’d like some whiskey, anything you’ve got, no ice,” Michelle grinned, her hands resting patiently on the counter top.

“So… Brad,” Her voice tried the new name on her tongue, “How fast are you at getting girls in your bed, hmm? Have I past the time limit yet?” She gave the man an obvious teasing look.

[Bug||Bradley.]

I am sooooo sorry for this. Seriously.

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Brad licked his lips to moisten them a bit, even though the girl before him was clearly mouth-wateringly beautiful. The second time his tongue rolled along the bottom of his lip, he caught a good look at the pre-adults face through his eyelashes. While her movements were subtle, they only added to her appeal in his eyes. Just the way she sat suggested she was more open than most others -- pun intended -- as well as ready to take a plunge into the unknown with just about any man, and that allured Brad all the more.

Leaning forward on his chair, Brad completely unraveled his tie from around his neck. He dropped his gaze towards the femme-fatal once more before placing it on the table beside her arm which kept her jaw propped up. He couldn’t tell whether she was just bored or annoyed with him by looking at her visage, but something about the way she sat irked him; he’d have to up his game -- playing mysterious and sexy wasn’t enough.

He slid his chair a little closer to the woman, allowing her less room to move around in order to lure him even closer. It was his turn now to play her game, and he was going to show her that he wasn’t just another guy alone at the bar. With his shirt sliding a little over to the left, bearing even more skin to her, Brad allowed his hand to cup firmly around her cheek. His thumb outlined her cheek bone, moving from left to right, then back again. Each time his finger traced the bone there, Brad’s face inched closer and closer to the woman whom he had still yet to name. Usually he would have already wrapped his arms around her neck, brought her face forcefully to his and snatched her lips in one passionate, lusty kiss, but he was being patient this time -- and somewhat out of character.

Brad was a believer in the hump n’ dump, though with this one, doing such wasn’t really being entertained at all in his mind. He wanted to have fun for as long as he could, so taking it slow and making her struggle -- as well as himself -- was good for now. And when he let his lips reach her slender neck, he only just released a warm puff of breath and nipped the skin there, then withdrew efficiently. Brad’s lips drew back into a wide, bright smile even in the darkness of the heated bar. He then allowed his hand to slip into his full head of hair and ran his fingers through. Once he did so, Sloane pushed a shot glass over towards Brad who lifted it to his tingling lips and swallowed it whole.

The young, female adults hand slipped just on the inside of his thigh after the toxic drink had ran through his esophagus. If he wasn’t completely intoxicated by her and the drinks he had consumed just before, he sure was now. And the forming bulge in his pants?: that wasn’t something that happened so quickly. He let his head drop in embarrassment. Thank God there was barely any lighting, for if there was the woman could easily see the color setting his cheeks ablaze in a bright scarlet.

His head dropped even more at her next comment. “I’m not a boy, beautiful.” He leaned into her once more, his breath dancing along her lower lip. “Actually…Last time a girl said I was a little boy --” The corner of his lip turned upwards and he winked. “Well, we’ll leave it as a surprise…”

“But here’s a little piece of information for you, Miss…” A hand rested just above the place he had yet to explore, rubbing a deep circle into the skin there. “You may have magical hands, but so do I,” he whispered, and tugged at her belt loop, so she drew even closer. “And I know just what I want to do with them”

She laughed then, such a pure one as well. However, what she said hit his ears heavily. “I can’t satisfy you? An’ what makes you think that, hm?” Now a bit more drunk than before, Brad allowed his lips to gently caress the girl’s shoulder before moving up her neck, and just below the ear. Each kiss was light and more playful than the one before; things weren’t going to get passionate just yet -- not until the female decided to play along at least.

Sloane cleared his voice and spoke: “Damn. I’ll be leaving now…Seeing as you two might just -- Well, bye!” The slam of a door behind Sloane told Brad that he was out of the room, probably in the back, and allowed him free refills at the bar -- not really, but he could think that.

“Hm, Sloane made your drink just before he made a run for it,” Brad noted, pushing the glass of iceless whiskey over to the girl. He grimaced a second after, taking in what the pre-adult had had said. “Yes. You have managed to surpass all the other’s I have gotten into bed with me…Though, I’m not goin’ to lie --” He licked his lips and continued, “You’re presentin’ a challenge -- one that I cannot deny.”

Brad leaned back in his chair, forgetting that there was nothing supporting him and fell off onto the floor below. Drunk or not it hurt -- more so his pride than anything, of course. “You’ve already got me on my knees,” Brad purred. “Want to take this elsewhere?”