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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 12, 2012 21:50:50 GMT -5
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harper was walking around her apartment, half naked, phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. her mother had called her, and after doing the confusing stupid conversions, she gathered that it was almost 8 there, as it was almost noon here. eight hour difference. her mother kept pressing her, asking her what time her classes were today (despite harper explaining she had none, but whatever) and nagging her about getting everything set up for her apartment, asking if she needed money, how they were going to get her a car to drive, what to do about it when she came home. really, it was all just a pain in the ass. the conversation called for only half of her attention, harper setting the phone down temporarily while she looked for something to wear, picking it back up to act as if she'd heard everything her mother said, and rolling her eyes whenever her mother continued on a lecture. this happened several times since she was trying to get ready to go out to lunch. it wasn't exactly easy to get ready and talk on the phone with your tight ass mother all at once, was it? after an exhausting thirty minute conversation about, wait, what had they been talking about? haper already forgot. "mum, i'm about to go out for lunch. i'll phone you sometime tomorrow, okay? it'll work itself out, stop being such a worrier." she sighed as they hung up the phone.
looking down at herself, she assessed what was left to do to herself. she pushed her hair back with her forehead and found some pants and shoes, brushed out her hair, and headed out, locking the door behind her, leaving her now only semi-messy home behind. gambit was supposed to be meeting her at the cafe, since it was closer to her apartment, but god knows if he'd actually show up in time. there was no telling with that guy. they'd become friends pretty quickly, it wasn't hard for them to get along, but sometimes he seriously drove her up the wall. the walk continued. some people really enjoyed their walks, taking their time between different places they had to go, enjoying themselves. this wasn't the case for this girl. it was nice and everything, sometimes, but it was exhausting having to always do it. she just wanted to get the fuck to the cafe instead of walking everywhere in her stupid wedge heels. she rolled her eyes at herself, wondering why she'd bothered to put them on.
the cafe was as busy as it usually was, but that honestly wasn't that busy, from what she'd seen (she'd only been a time or two). there were only so many people in this smal town, apparently. there were plenty of tables outside, and it wasn't too hot outside, so she took one of those and waited to be served. gambit wasn't here, not to her knowledge. after a moment, a waitress came up and asked her for her drink order. well, he wasn't here, so fuck it. "uhm, i'll have a lemonade" she requested. the kinds of food were really similar here as they were at home, but there were subtle differences that she hadn't quite gotten used to. she was pretty much fresh off the boat and just getting used to the way things were. it had been a few months, but school hadn't even started yet, and her apartment was a mess. how she'd let that happen, she still wasn't sure. messes drove the girl crazy. the lemonade arrived with a male this time, he presented it to her on a napkin and left her there. taking a sip, her face scrunched up. "god, this tastes like shit." she took another sip, and decided it didn't taste like shit but it didn't taste right. she ran a hand through her hair and leaned back in her wire chair.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Jul 13, 2012 11:54:21 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR "shock, piss off. go eat your brother or something.." came a very muffled grumble, gambit's face still buried into his pillow in an attempt to catch a few more hours of sleep. his female pitbull was persistent, however, and she continued to lick the back of his neck and nudge into him, hoping to get him finally up and out of bed. groaning, he rolled himself over, barely catching himself on the edge of the bed. the small adrenaline rush that pulsed through his veins from almost falling to the floor had his mind starting to wake up, and with a growled response to shock's whine, he kicked the sheets off his legs and finally sat up.
the pure white pit bull was all over him in a matter of seconds, trying to reach his face with her tongue. luckily, gambit was more than used to this kind of wake up call, and he easily fended off the dog's playful attacks. it was impossible to keep a straight face as he did, though, and soon he was laughing at her attempts, and sometimes her breakthroughs. this continued for another minute or so, until barrel padded into his bedroom. for a moment, all he did was watch his sister and gambit wrestle around, sitting down patiently. when he wasn't getting any attention, he barked lowly, just enough to get gambit's attention. with a bit of a sigh, gambit shrugged shock off of him and stood, giving her head a small ruffle as he started to walk towards the door.
making a pit-stop in the bathroom on his way down the hallway to his stairs, he took his morning piss and brushed his teeth. padding the rest of the way down to his main floor, he was followed by both dogs to the back patio doors. with a yawn, he unlocked the door and pulled the wooden wedge from behind the door; when it came to his home security, gambit was a bit of a nut - even if someone had gotten past his wedged doors, there was no way in hell they'd get past his two guard dogs. pulling the sliding door open, he watched as both dogs barrelled out into the fresh air. with a bit of a sleepy smirk, he turned on his heels to head into the kitchen and fix himself a cup of coffee, leaving he door open for whenever they were finished doing their business, and playing.
he was halfway through with making his coffee when his eyes glanced towards his calender. written in capital letters was harper's name and the time. it took him a moment, but as soon as it clicked, he swore loudly underneath his breath. he'd totally forgotten about their lunch date, and stupidly, hadn't set his alarm the night before to make sure he was up before he had to be there. glancing at the digital clock on his microwave, another curse sounded, and he dumped his coffee into the sink. it probably wasn't the best thing to do with a cup you just made, but gambit's mind was in overdrive, worried about her thinking he had stood her up or something relevant. which wasn't the case at all; he just.. wasn't that good when it came to remembering specific things. hell, if he didn't have to fill out paperwork for the countless bounty's he's brought in, he'd have probably forgotten most of the court dates that he had to be present for.
calling in both his dogs, he closed the door and locked it. filling their bowls with dog chow, he raced up his stairs and instantly started getting ready. considering how late it already was, he didn't have time to grab a quick shower before he left, but he knew that harper wouldn't mind. or even notice, really. his hair was so short that it dried in about ten, fifteen minutes on a regular basis anyway. so, instead, he just pulled some clean clothes on, a bit of old spice deodorant, and his sunglasses. on his way down stairs, he grabbed his cell phone and wallet, pocketing both. shouting a goodbye to both his companions, regardless that they probably had no idea what he was saying, he locked the door behind him and climbed onto his kawasaki ninja.
gambit made it to cafe that harper had suggested in a matter of minutes, having used his bike's size to easily dart through traffic when he could. parking it, he easily spotted her already sitting outside on the patio. pocketing his keys, he walked inside the building and didn't bother with the usual hostess that was there, ready to show anyone to a seat if they needed help. instead, he headed right towards the patio entrance and exit, glad that the outdoor tables had large umbrella's to keep most of the sun from doing any damage. coming up behind her, quietly of course, he arched a brow as she took a sip of her order and then mentioned how much it tasted like shit.
out of no where, he reached over her shoulder as he started to make his way to the seat across from her, plucking her drink up and off the table to take a tester sip for himself. instantly, his face twisted up and he gave the drink back hastily. "dude, what the fuck is that, piss?" he obnoxiously asked, his voice carrying over to a few other tables, but he remained unphased by the stares he could feel in the back of his head. "i really hope you don't plan on puttin' up with that shit, aussi." reclining in his seat, he crossed both his arms behind his head, kicking his feet up underneath the table on the unused chair to the right of the table. "oh, and before you accuse me of forgetting, i didn't. i just.. slept in. again." throwing on a goofy grin, he shrugged his shoulders, as though he couldn't help his own actions. "love me anyway?"
[atrb=style, background-color: 202020;]sorry it's so longgg. i've got a lot of gambit muse, haha. hope it's okay (:
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 13, 2012 21:16:36 GMT -5
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an arm appeared around harper and she turned her head to see who had taken it. she was hoping it was the waiter or waitress coming to take this nasty lemonade away from her. but no, it was gambit. and only how late? christ he couldn't be on time to save his life. as many times as they'd been friends, he'd made a habit of not showing up on time. at first, it was frustrating, but over time, you have to get over it. it's impossible to hold onto her anger towards him for his inability to be punctual. however, her aggrivation at him was shown on her face, not for him being late at this point, but for him being so fucking loud over this stupid lemonade. she rolled her eyes and rested her head in her hand for a moment and then looked up at him as he kicked up his feet and leaned back in his chair, her eyebrows raised at how incredulous he looked. she scoffed and pushed his feet down. "one, you're late. gee thanks. two, you're so fucking loud, it's rude. three, my name is not aussi, and four..." she paused and stood out of her chair a little bit to run her hands over his head., messing with his hair. "i guess i will." it wasn't hard for her to stay mad at him, but she didn't want to start the day off by yelling at each other, there's no reason to jump down each other's throats already.
sitting back down in her chair, she leaned back and picked up the menu, crossing one leg over the other. she held it kind of in front of her face, hiding her emotion from him so he wouldn't know whether or not she was seriously mad at him. after a couple of moments, the waiter returned and she looked up at him, setting the menu down and lifting the lemonade up to him. "uh, i'm sorry but this really tastes awful can i just have some, um, sprite." she suggested, trying to not sound too disgusted by the drink. "and i want chicken noodle soup to eat, please." she asked. this wasn't part of the balerina diet, by any means, but she didn't really want to be a ballerina, per say. just proficient in as many forms of dance that she could manage.
the menu was big and it was taking up a lot of room, so she looked around, unsure of what to do with it, until she noticed the table behind her was empty. so she turned around and slipped the menu into the chair closest to her. this waiter was turning out to be crapier and crapier. he didn't take her menu, now someone else would get it. whatever. hopefully he wouldn't fuck up her soup. she leaned forward, folding her arms across the table. "so, what have you been up to? how are the pups?" she asked, inquiring about the others dogs. he always seemed to have hair all over his clothes. it drove harper crazy, she would carry a lint roller around for gambit if he wouldn't get aggitated every time she tried to sweep him with it. his dogs were precious though, she'd met them a time or two. although, at heart, harper was a cat person. and would get one, soon.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Jul 17, 2012 22:47:51 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR there wasn't a whole lot that didn't piss gambit off. nine times out of ten, the outcome wasn't a good one if gambit was involved. it wasn't his fault, at least, that's what he always liked to tell himself and everyone else around him who seemed to have a problem with his extremely large list of pet peeves. amongst the usual things, like people putting his toilet seat down and leaving it there after using it, there were some more.. unusual things that pissed him off. one of which being when people shoved his feet off of something, no matter how inappropriately placed they were. it wasn't something that he started cursing and bitching about, but the look that he got on his face after harper had shoved his feet from the chair would've been easily described as a look of disbelief. his eyebrows raised over his sunglasses, and if he didn't have as much respect for harper as he did, he wouldn't have remained quiet to hear a single word of what she had to say.
after rolling his eyes rather childishly at her saying his tone of voice and the volume he was using was rude, he tried his best to recline further in his chair without tipping it over to get his hair out of her reach. he didn't mind people playing with his hair, but making a public scene of it? it made him feel seven years old again, and it made him grouchier than a grown adult with an empty stomach, and heat stroke. but, after her annoying gesture, her tone lightened, and she sat back down. raising his right hand, he ruffled his hair back into what felt like the proper place, and made a face of disapproval. "gee, thanks mom. i'll try and keep myself under control next time." he watched behind his shades as she lifted her menu in front of her face, only arousing another eye roll from the thirty-two year old sitting across from her. with her eye sight distracted from him, as well, he kicked back in his chair again and raised his feet to the chair once more. "besides, i was using my 'outdoor voice' outdoors. isn't that what it's for?"
turning his attention to the waiter when he approached their table, releasing a laugh at the male's face once harper asked for another drink. "you shouldn't be sorry because your drink tastes like horse piss," he muttered in a not-so-secretive voice, eyeing the waiter above his sunglasses as though he were placing the blame on him. once her order was taken, the waiter turned his full attention to gambit, something that was obviously a hard task for him to do, even with the little sense of how difficult of a person gambit could be. "i want a black coffee, and a.. ughh.. hm." pausing, he opened the menu to glance through the different selections of food they had available. pursing his lips, purposely taking a little bit longer than needed, he finally closing his menu and glanced back up at the waiter. "and a BLT. don't fuck it up."
the only reason why gambit wasn't left with his menu was because he had literally almost thrown it into the waiter's chest. he must've been too intimidated by the fact that gambit was more than burly, and his attention was diverted from taking both of their menus, and instead just wanted to get the hell out of the situation. "they're fine, annoying as always," he replied without pause, shrugging his shoulders effortlessly. "shock's the only reason why i got here when i did, so you might wanna bring her a bone or some shit when you stop by next." reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pack of smokes and worked one of the cigarettes out. pushing it between his lips, he lit the end and tucked his zippo away. "what about you?" he breathed out with his first exhale, slowly coming to rest with his lower arms on the table as well, mirroring her pose in a much more masculine manner. "get laid yet, aaaaaaussi?"
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 18, 2012 0:41:29 GMT -5
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harper had her own set of pet peeves. they consisted of a ton of different things. people being rude for no apparent reason. people yelling too loudly whenever it's inappropriate. things of the like. and it seemed that gambit was good at at least both of those things and he probably aggitated many other of her pet peeves, ones that he'd yet to even discover, but would surely draw out of her. he had a way of doing that, aggitating harper in just the right ways. he was like that itch that she couldn't scratch, but it seemed she was just that for him as well. he always seemed bother by her, every little thing she did. but then there were moments when they fit in some too aggressive way together. she noted his eye roll and was annoyed by it. so, there was a third annoyance, eye rolling. it was a sign of defiance, and that wasn't really something she was used to. normally, harper's strong personality was enough to make others back down from her. gambit had never been like that, though, and he never would be.
the plan was to keep a cool head about her, so she wouldn't get into an argument with gambit, like they always did. it seemed that they always ended up arguing over ther stupidest little things, just to see how far they could push each other's buttons. that's what they seemed to be doing just this moment. she laughed softly. "i'm far from a mother, thank you very much." she insisted, with a half hearted smile. she knew he was being serious, but she was trying not to take it to heart too much, other wise she'd claw his little eyes. "outdoor voices are fine, as long as those outdoor voices aren't screaming obscenities." she rolled her eyes back at him and sat up in her chair, wanting to. "i mean, i'm all for swearing. just screaming it tends to piss people off." she informed him. though, she knew that he knew this. and she also knew that he didn't care. so that just made her roll her eyes again.
his not so subtle comment was not missed by any means. as he shoved the menu into the waiter's hands, she looked up at him, then back down. "it's not his fault, you don't have to take it out on him." it was too weird. he made her look like the good guy, like the one that didn't swear constantly and was always considerate of other people's feelings, when, in reality, that wasn't her at all. she was honest, she broke hearts, she hurt people sometimes, and she most definitely wasn't considered nice by most people. but because he was just so extremely rude, it made her look like a fucking saint. that was just wrong in so many ways. she didn't even take notice to him putting his feet up like that. the only reason she'd pushed his feet off in the first place was to aggitate him. and, it had worked. so, what was the point of continuing? although, that would seriously annoy him, and that was always fun, but she would just leave him be.
she laughed a little bit, at him calling his dogs annoying. "you do not think those dogs are annoying." she smiled. "you wouldn't keep them around if they bothered you that much." she thought momentarily and looked up. "then again, you keep me around, and i royally bug the hell out of you." something she was both proud of and wished she didn't do so much. the dogs were adorable, she loved them. but, personally, she loved cats. she was going to get a kitten soon, and it would probably hate the smell of gambit's dogs, but her kitten would have to get used to it. "i'm always good to those puppies. she deserves something special, though." she agreed. her eyebrow came up a bit as he questioned whether or not she'd gotten laid. obviously, she hadn't. that wasn't her style, most of the time, to just hook up with people and call it quits. he should know by now that it wasn't something she did, on purpose. "wouldn't you like to know?" she questioned with a coy smile, welcoming the drink that was being set in front of her. hopefully this wouldn't taste like shit. "thank you" she said to the waitor, looking up at him, and then back to gambit.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Jul 20, 2012 9:12:05 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR it was a good thing that harper knew gambit a little better than most did, especially in under such a short time of them knowing each other. at least with her, he didn't have to fill in his input to let her know that he didn't give a rats ass, simply because she already knew he didn't have a care in the world, and nothing would change that. he lost his give a damn a long time ago, and no matter the situation or location, he'd act however he saw fit. why? because he could. because the world was a disgusting, angry place and he had his fair share of ugliness and hate to spread. but, luckily, harper seemed to have some sort of ugliness to her, too, so he knew he wasn't at least alone in feeling the things he was. she just kept a better lid on her anger, and didn't make such an ass out of herself, especially compared to him. but it was another reason why he felt no need to put the brakes on anything he said while he was around her; because, in a way, she was the only person he could let all of this out around, and not get into a fiery debate about people not sticking their nose into his business and past.
he had no idea how many times he'd gotten into a full-fledge screaming match with harper, but never once had she uttered a question about how he became the way he did. and that was something that gambit cherished a lot more than trust in a friendship. when he was ready, if he ever was, he'd tell you what happened. until then? sit down, shut up, and don't be a nosy bastard, or else it's downhill from there.
"and what? the pope isn't sitting on a throne of lies? i don't give a fuck if it's his fault directly. if he doesn't want shit to deal with, he'll make sure the order's proper before he brings it out. simple as that. i don't think they need rockect scientists in the back to figure that shit out." food was one thing that gambit really hated getting anywhere but his own kitchen most of the time. mainly because he knew that if he fucked it up, he'd fix it until he was satisfied with it. at a restaurant, or a cafe, he'd have to send it back and wait for them to inspect it, agree or disagree with him, and then they'd have to make another bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich for him. and gambit didn't have the kind of patience for that shit. it'd take him less time to go into the kitchen and whip himself up a sandwich than it would to wait for them to do it for him.
a bit of a chuckle escaped when harper started musing amongst herself about him keeping annoying things around. "yeah, but i got the mutts for protection, not slobber bathes and getting woken up three hours ahead of time, just to unlock the doggy door for them. they're a huge pain in the ass," he trailed on, making it obvious that he did think they were annoying, but that wouldn't make him take any action in getting rid of them. he'd trained and owned them since they were both pups, and whether he liked it or not, they were a big part of his life now. if anything ever happened to them, he honestly had no idea what he'd do until he somehow managed to get over their deaths. "i'm actually pretty sure the only reason why they love you so much is because you spoil the fuck outta 'em," he continued on, leaning his chin in his left palm, supporting his head. inhaling a drag off his cigarette, he flicked the stray ashes into the ash tray in the center of the table, eyes narrowing a bit with her deflective question.
maybe it was a little personal, maybe it was just a touchy subject in general. but gambit didn't believe in being secretive about your sex life unless you were with a girlfriend, or wife. if it was just a fuck, who the hell cared if you told the details to your buddy? naturally, women acted a lot differently than men in most cases, but that didn't mean he still couldn't tease her about it. "i'm just sayin', it might get that stick outta your ass if you got a piece." he commented back, not caring for the waiter's slight shift in stance from overhearing the conversation. it was clear with the thick swallow that the younger male took that he hadn't been expecting something like that to be said while he was around. grabbing the mug's handle once the cup and saucer was placed in front of him, gambit lifted it up to his lips and inhaled slowly. it smelt good, and it was definitely black. so far, so good. with nothing to say to the waiter, he just glanced up at him, smirking the slightest when the eye contact scared the poor guy away.
"but seriously. how long's it been? since you got here, right, or maybe a couple months before you got here?" inhaling another drag off his cancer stick, he blew the smoke up into the air, wanting to let it pass over their table without getting it in harper's face. "that kinda stress can kill, you know. especially when it comes to a hotheaded women to begin with." smirking, desperately holding back his laugh, gambit lifted his mug back up to his lips in order to take a sip, covering up the goofy look on his face for a moment or so. "hey, maybe the waiter's legal. you seem to like defending his honor so much; why not do it in another.. not-so publicly acceptable way?" yes, this was gambit's attempt at pissing her off. but no, he desperately wasn't being serious about her fucking their waiter- he'd much rather deal with sexually frustrated harper leon than have to have those mental images seared in his head for the next month.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 20, 2012 17:15:54 GMT -5
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gambit was a special person in her life, in both a good way and a bad way. he was her official pain in the ass, never to leave, it seemed. they'd spend hours yelling at each other, picking to find something wrong with the other, to complain about and end up arguing about. sometimes, it got to the point that harper would yell at him. she'd ignored him for a day, once, but that hadn't stuck for very long. it seemed that no matter how many screaming matches they got in, they always returned to the other. it had to do with them being the only person that could really put up with the other. not a lot of people coudl handle gambit, nor did they want to. none the less girls. so she was one of the only people that really hung around him for too long. harper had some other friends, sure, but a lot of people got tired of her or didn't get her. some people thought she was too bitchy to hang around, even though she really wasn't that much of a bitch. and harper didn't need people. she could take care of herself.
it had never occured to harper to ask gambit why he was the way he was. he had never bothered to ask her why she was the way she was, so why infiltrate on his past? if he ever wanted to know, she would tell him, but it was all really stupid. she sensed that something more traumatic had happened to gambit, but it wasn't her business until he made it that way.
his point was almost humorous to her. "however, the waiter couldn't drink my lemonade to make sure it was the best possible quality. and he can't dig through your sandwich to make sure it was made right." it was almost the same, but it wasn't quite. the pope could do things to fix what was around him, but this guy was just a delivery guy. "haven't you ever heard the phrase, 'don't shoot the messenger'? it's kind of like that. but he's just a delivery boy." she shrugged her shoulders, feeling like she'd outdone gambit's point, but not wanting to be too obnoxious about it, although he deserved it. speaking of, the man returned with her bowl of soup and a little plate of crackers. harper gave him a small smile and turned to her food, crunching up the crackers and putting them in with the chicken and noodles. smiling to herself, she blew off the first bite of soup and took a sip, smiling in satisfaction. the sprite came afterwards, just as she had requested. for the waitor's sake, she hoped the blt was right. harper also hoped he'd had the smarts to spit in it.
a grin crossed her face as gambit suggested the reason his dogs were so spoiled was because of her. "well, they deserve to have someone nice in their life. after all, they have you for a owner." of course, he wasn't that bad of a guy, but still. "as a matter of fact, we'll stop and get them a treat after lunch." she smiled, satisfied with herself, proving that she was, in fact, the spoiler. she took another sip of her soup and paused a moment. "unless, of course, you had plans after this. which, i don't really care if you did." harper wasn't beyond getting him to cancel his plans for her, if she had any. and, honestly, he would probably do it. if it wasn't having to do with work, he pretty much didn't have anyone more important in his life at the moment than she did, and harper knew that. how she became so important so quickly, she wasn't really sure, but he was already prety important, too.
harper made a mocking face at him. and looked back to her soup, taking more sips of it, trying to not let him bother her, because she knew that's what he was trying to do. he was trying to get under her skin, and, honestly, he was a little bit. "why's it so god damn important to you who i fuck?" she asked him, taking her eyes off of her soup for only a moment and then setting her spoon down in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest to allow him to speak.
harper would like to say she was shocked at him, suggesting that she sleep with the waitor, but she just wasn't, by any means. "listen, i know you don't give a fuck about who you stick your dick in, but to me, it matters who i sleep with. i'm not going to just fuck everyone in sight." she was feeling a little bit offended by him. underneath her semi-bitchy exterior, harper was a bit of a romantic. she didn't want to sleep with everyone she could because, when she met osmeone she really did want to sleep with, how would that make them feel? it would be like they were just another fuck. if someone was important enough, she wanted them to know that they were special enough for her to have waited. no one was perfect, sure, harper had had sex with people that didn't exactly matter, but at least she made the effort not to, and it least it meant something to her. "sex isn't everything, gambit." it didn't even bother her that she didn't have sex, but it bothered her that gambit cared so much. he was getting just what he wanted out of her, harper knew he was fucking with her, but she would just give right into it. "but you know, maybe i will fuck the waiter. just for you. and afterwards, i'll call and tell you all about it." she gave him a smart-ass smile and leaned forward in her chair a little bit more. she looked around to make sure the waiter had, in fact, walked away. the last thing she wanted was him thinking he could get any. knowing gambit, though, he would stand up and invite the guy over, to let him know what kind of treat he was in for.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Jul 25, 2012 14:24:12 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR there were times, more often than most thought, when gambit could identify when he should probably shut his mouth. it was only whether or not he chose to heed his own internal warning, and actually do so. but right now, arguing with harper about her lemonade-piss and the waiter didn't seem like he'd be fighting a winning battle. but that was fine, he took his silent defeat without any recognition at all, because he knew better than anyone else that there'd be another opportunity to get into a heated debate with her. so, for now, all he did was mirror the eye roll he'd done upon his earlier arrival and took a sip of his coffee instead of blabbering on about customer service, and how it didn't matter to him if they were the fucking u.s.a. government serving him a meal; it'd better be right all the same.
"i'm glad you're excited about this," he muttered about her deciding that they'd go and get shock and barrel treats before they left the heart of the town. "and your volun-telling skills are wonderful." even though his words weren't all that eager, he didn't actually feel that way. gambit loved his dogs more than anything else in his life, and if something ever happened to either one of them, he had no idea what he'd do. of course, them becoming spoiled brats has always been a fear of his, just because they're usually extremely well disciplined, but he supposed that his dogs needed a human friend other than him, too. it was a little weird, now that he thought about it. harper was just as much their best friend as she basically was to him, even with their arguments and her canning ability to get his boxers in a bunch. "plans? yeah right. you know the only woman for me is you, aussi." snickering, he hid most of it behind another sip from his coffee.
harper's outburst had been expected, sure, but not nearly as bad as it had happened. he had even checked over his shoulders to make sure that no one else was staring at them. first his public announcement about her lemonade tasting like piss, and now a heated discussion about who's boning her? yeah, people in this town were definitely gonna get to know them before the week was out at the rate they were going. luckily, he was unphased by her raising her voice and coming out with such a blunt question. but then her tyrant started, and it took a lot to hide the boyish smirk that wanted to crawl its way onto his face. he found nothing but hilarity in everything she was saying, and he'd be really surprised if she didn't notice it in his eyes. it wasn't that he enjoyed ruffling her feathers to extreme measures, but whenever he happened to, the show was worth it. especially when he wasn't even affected by the outbreak in any other way than finding it funny.
gambit was a little offended at the comment that sex wasn't everything. he knew that better than anyone else, but as he reminded himself, harper wasn't aware of his past, or anything else that he hadn't worn on his sleeve and pretty much shoved her nose in. so, getting angry at her for saying something like that would've just lead to more questions and more answers. and, probably, more arguing. instead, he just ignored the comment altogether (which was a little hard to do, especially with the devil perched on his right shoulder, telling him to make a scene and to never let anyone talk to him like they understood him), and simply glanced at the waiter. he was with another table right now, busy taking their orders, but gambit let his eyes linger long enough to make harper think that he might've been devising some sort of plan to embarrass her further. after he'd counted to ten, he glanced back at harper, slowly raising the hand that held his cigarette to his lips.
"actually, second thought, he looks gay," he muttered with the exhale of his second hand smoke. butting the cigarette out in the ashtray, he reclined once more in his chair, letting the corners of his lips push up into a bit of a smirk. "and i'm just sayin'. maybe if you got laid once in a while, you wouldn't have such an anger problem." he was about to work in some other corny or rude comments about sexual frustration, and him not wanting to deal with the back end of all her frustration, but the waiter that he was just about to call a faggot strolled over with his sandwich. sitting up, gambit watched him put the plate in front of him on the table. he glanced at their drinks, making sure they didn't need a refill yet, and then was quick to take his leave again.
quietly, gambit took a sip from his coffee to clear the cigarette taste out good enough to actually enjoy the sandwich before him. picking up one of the halves, he lifted it to his mouth and sunk his teeth into the corner, taking a rather large mouthful. at first, he just chewed, getting a feel for the texture of the bread and the taste of everything inside it. and, surprisingly, he had nothing to complain about. after he finished that bite, he went right in for another, this time letting out a bit of a groan in appreciation.after he was semi-finished with his mouthful, enough that he could talk without showing the world what was in his mouth, he nodded his head at harper, completely ignoring the past conversation about sex and how he had completely pissed her off. "this is fucking glorious," he breathed, his words just barely understandable. "ohmygod. harper. if you get the exact recipe for how they make their blts, i'll never talk about your sex life again, i swear to fuck."
taking another bite, he closed his eyes, his groan much louder this time. it'd probably just been too long since he'd had fresh vegetables, or a proper sandwich that didn't just have mustard, mayo and lunch meat. either way, he was in complete heaven, and he doubted even snarky remarks from the spitfire across from him would do anything to affect his new-found mood.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 25, 2012 21:36:09 GMT -5
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harper and gambit spent a good portion of their time together yelling at each other. but, other than that, they were pretty close friends. the problem was is that they were both such strong personalities. gambit was very strong in his ways and she was very strong in hers. at some point, they compromise and get along, but that's another issue. neither one of them really liked to compromise if they could avoid it, though.
gambit was almost transparent to her sometimes. the guy loved his dogs, and harper knew that. you don't treat your dogs like he does if you hate them. he just liked to act tougher than he was, although, he seriously was an ass. he was just less of an ass than he ever liked to admit to. harper tried to keep that in mind, since she was less of a bitch than what she actually came off as, but it was hard sometimes, he just managed to get under her skin sometimes. quite often, actually. "they'll be happy to see me." and they would be. everytime she walked into that house, they came running up to her, probably to see if she'd brought anything, since most of the time, she did. it seemed that the tows all over gambits house had mostly been supplied by her. she squinted her eyes at him as he said that she was the only girl for him. then she had to stop herself from laughing. "is that what you tell every girl you meet? on of your lines..." she mused with him. harper wasn't blind to him and his flirtation with women. he liked women and he liked sex, it just happened, and it didn't really bother her. that was his choice, even if she didn't agree with it.
harper didn't really care about the attention she was attracting by yelling about her sex life. she looked over at an old lady, staring at her like she was witnessing a murder. "what?" she asked shortly and forcefully. the lady's eyes popped open a little bit and then looked down at her food again. an eye roll from harper and she was back to looking at gambit. she took some more sips of her soup and it was almost gone, thank god, maybe they could get out of this place soon enough. the stares had stopped thanks to harper's little outburts, but that didn't mean they people in the cafe weren't trying to descreatly look at them out of the corner of their eyes, some of them snickering. looking at him, he kept a straight face, but his eyes decieved him, and he knew that. he had to have. they were so happy, playful, and harper could tell she'd run right into his trap. but she'd known that walking into it, but she did it anyway. her temper got the best of her. she shook her head at him and tried to calm down, not wanting to get so worked up over this stupid little game gambit was trying to play with her. at some point, one of them needed to give.
he seemed to be giving a little, too, since he called the waiter gay, not wanting her to actually have sex with him. that was definitely unexpected. but it was a happy thing for her to not be in some awkward situation he will have created for her. harper had considered letting go a time or two, but she didn't just spread her legs for anyone. they had to work at it and be good at it. if they earned it, then maybe, maybe she'd consider letting them in. only a hand full have people had gotten that pleasure back home, and no one so far here had. she liked that she didn't have a huge sexual past, it made her feel good about herself. not a lot of people could say they hadn't had sex with a whole bunch of people, so she wanted to be different in that sense. but if harper wanted to fuck someone, she was going to do it. "eh, i mean, i could fuck someone, but i don't know about that. don't worry, if i do decide to 'get laid', you'll be the first to know, and you'll know all the details." she smiled at him, knowing that was the last thing he wanted. there was no way gambit would want to know everything about her sex life, but she would be sure to tell him, just to make him squirm a little bit.
watching him eat the sandwich was a bit weird. the man loved food, but she'd never seen him get this into loving it. she laughed a little bit watching him and shook her head. "i'll be sure to ask for the recipe if that's a promise." a smile came from the side of her mouth and the waiter came to take her plate. there wasn't much soup to begin with, and she'd already eaten the whole thing. she leaned back and watched him groan and moan. looking around, people couldn't help but look again. he certainly did love maing a scene like this, he got so much attention from it. she leaned forward and rested her head in her hand. "you are too silly." she informed him. the waiter came with the check and harper took it, putting her card in it and handing it back to him before gambit could say anything. it was the card her parents had given her that they were paying for, so she really didn't care about putting lunch on them. it sort of sucked being her age but still so attached to her parents. but, she'd made the choice to wait to start school for a couple years after high school to just dance. her parents were okay with it, as long as she absolutely went to college, they'd pay for it. it wasn't so bad having them there, but she was still bothered by them trying to control her direction. they probably thought that if they let her get the dancing thing out of her system, it would go away, and then she could focus on a more practical career. that hadn't worked out so much.
the man returned with her card and she took it from him, inserting it back into her pocket. she would wait for him to finish his meal before trying to force him away from here. she knew a lot of ways to mess with him, but she knew messing with him while he was trying to eat was just rude, especially when he was enjoying something this much. "christ, would you hurry up, i'm ready to go see those pups of yours." there was no real anger in her voice, it was more playful than anything, making sure of this so they wouldn't end up arguing over him eating a freaking sandwich. and, knowing them, they would argue over something as simple as that.
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Jul 31, 2012 18:20:18 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR if there was one thing that gambit had been able to pick up on about human beings, was that if you were around them long enough, they started to notice things. and much like he noticed things as well, a small sense of.. fakeness usually overtook a lot of people he crossed paths with. of course, that was calling the kettle black on his behalf, because he constantly wore a mask to hide the broken little boy still trapped somewhere inside of him, but it was always a different feeling to sense that someone else was doing it, too, for whatever reason. with harper, he just thought that she put up a defensive front around everyone because she was too scared to let someone close to her. and, for all he knew, he could be completely wrong. but he knew that she wasn't as harsh as she made herself out to be. there were times, rare times, that he'd catch a glimpse of a softer side of her, but in fear that he'd ruin it, he's never commented on it. and, considering he'd figured this much out already, he kind of figured that harper had a good idea about his mask, as well. it was just a really good thing that she was a lot more respectful than people he'd known in the past, and kept any curious questions to herself.
"of course. best line in my little black book." he was a little bit of a sex fiend, but gambit was one of the men who could live without sex and not feel the need to molest the most defensiveness woman he came across. but, with the way that he worked, he never did the pursuing when it came to women. if they wanted a piece, they'd have to come up to him in a bar and spark up a conversation; rejection, although it was manageable, was still a very annoying and painful process for his ego.
"oh, thanks princess. i'll make sure to carry around a journal to record them in. yum." the sarcasm that dripped off his words only matched the sarcastic look he was giving her from across the table. he knew that he'd probably regret this entire sex thing, and she would actually start giving him details. not that gambit didn't find her attractive, or anything.. it was just, well.. uh.. he just didn't want to go there. with harper. mentally, at least. if he opened that mental gateway to possibly picturing her naked at all, he'd ruin any ounce of respect he had for the fact that she wasn't like any other girl, as weird as it seemed. he liked that he didn't want to get in her pants, even though he wasn't a sex hound that looked just for sex whenever he went somewhere. it meant that he could actually have a conversation and a relationship with her that didn't spring any chances of an awkward situation where he started getting all worked up over what he said the night before to her before they split, because he thought it might've changed her opinion of him.
that wasn't the kind of relationship he ever wanted with harper. ever. that was disgusting, especially compared to the foolproof gig they had going on now.
through one of his bites, gambit nodded his head to her response. "damn right that's a fuckin' promise," he started, barely with enough room to make it audible. he seemed to have a very large string of bad habits, especially when it came to things he really enjoyed. luckily, he didn't really care. not for harpers opinions on it, or for the people around them. they already thought they were a bunch of whack jobs, no doubt, so what was a little appreciation towards his BLT gonna do? he was pretty sure harper's speech about sex had already damned them in the eyes of every stranger here, so he especially wasn't concerned with what he did. gambit finished his mouthful and took a break from devouring his sandwich, looking up just in time to see harper slip her card into the waiter's tray. instantly, his eyebrows shot up towards his hairline and he gawked at her from across the table. "really? did you seriously just pull a fast one on me while i was eating? rude." he wasn't being that serious, considering he knew he could pay for another meal they had some other time, but he did kind of hate it when girls did that. as much of an asshole he was, he still had basic mannerisms that a lot of guys lacked nowadays.
he could tell from the way she had paid that she was getting ready to leave, though, so he didn't waste any time with shoving his mouth full of sandwich goodness. he had about two bites left when she started her small tyrant about seeing the dogs, and he rolled his eyes without missing a beat. "yes, mom," he called her for a second time that day. glancing up at her, he gave her a bit of a lopsided smirk before taking another large bite from the remainder of his lunch. with nothing but a bite left, he didn't bother staying seated to finish it and rose. grabbing his coffee mug, he tipped that to his lips to finish it off after his mouth was clear of food, and then set it back down on its saucer. tapping his pockets with his free hand to make sure he had everything, he took the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth, and started to walk towards the patio's exit into the parking lot. "c'mon, aussi. this bike's gonna take off without you."
reaching his parked kawasaki, he leaned on it and smirked at her. "i hope you're ready to mess up your hair, princess."
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 1, 2012 18:03:00 GMT -5
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harper knew something was up with gambit, it was completely obvious, especially after someone had been around him as much as she had. he had something going on underneath him that he wouldn't let her know. whenever they were fighting, he had some anger in him, and all of that anger couldn't just come from her. there was something else hurting him, but harper didn't want to ask. she was afraid if she asked it would ruin whatever they had here. they ddin't talk a whole lot about feelings. of course, she knew that if she ever needed him, that he would be there for her and everything, but they'd never opened up their pasts to each other. not that harper had a huge one to open up, she had her heart broken a couple of times along the way, fought with her parents, but it was mostly normal. aside from the whole rebellion thing. but, whatever. one of these days, maybe she would open her heart to him, but she wanted to hear his, too. and it would probably be a cold day in hell before he opened up to her. at least a chilly one.
guys were usually no good, in her experience. people were willing to over look guys for being skanks, because it was just "in their nature" or whatever, but she didn't get it. there was a difference between relieving a need and overabusing the right to do so. some men were just monsters about it, and harper had learned that a long time ago. if she'd learned anything in her life, she'd learned to be more guarded than that, stronger than that. people didn't take advantage of harper, and that was one thing she made sure of over the years. harper didn't typically have the issue of being rejected. if she wanted someone, she found her way of getting them, since it didn't happen very often. "and to think i always thought i was better than getting lines from your little black book." a small pout came across her face for only a moment, but it disappeared and turned to a coy smile.
thinking for only a moment, she looked over at him, catching his eyes. "i don't know if all of the details will fit in just one journal." her eyes narrowed, looking him in the eyes and and turning away after she felt it was awkward enough for him. she didn't feel awkward at all, but him? yeah, that kind of thing would make him awkward. he never seemed to like to think of her and other guys, her doing anything with other guys, none of that. the idea of it kind of bothered him, it seemed, sometimes. they never really talked sex for that reason. although, he wasn't shy whenever some girl approached him. those girls were disgusting to her, she liked for him to keep that part of his life away from her. it was a weird relationship they had with one another, but they didn't really talk about it, it was just understood. sometimes, though, they were just mean to each other. like now, threatening to go fuck someone and tell him all the grimey details. and, she may do just that. to make him squirm a little bit. the guy was her best friend, but he'd done it to her before. paybacks a bitch, huh?
harper knew that he hated it when she paied, but how could she not? he always paid for them, no matter what they were doing because he had this weird masculine hang up about it, and harper couldn't stand that shit. he was't obligated to pay for her, it wasn't like they were dating, he didn't have to buy her shit. "yeah, i did pull a fast one on you. and you deserve it! paying for my stuff all the time. fuck, when did you become such a gentleman?" he was, underneath that. the guy loved sex and vocalized his crude opinions way too loudly and didn't exactly have a grasp on being sensitive to other people's feelings, but he had this underlying sense of moral that always came out and shocked her. so, she smiled, letting him know she was just playing around. he was kind of like her in a lot of ways. sure, she was a bitch at times, but she had something underneath her that was good. he was a dick, but somewhere in him, he was a good guy.
and, proving his dick status, he up and got up from the table and headed off to his bike. she sighed and stood up, following him towards the exit. of course, the bike. she shifted her weight to her hip and crossed her arms over her chest. "have i ever minded getting my hair a little messy?" she asked him. she bent her head over and gathered her hair together. she pulled her hair tie off her wrist and pulled it around. she stood back up and tied her hair around a couple more times untill it was tight. "you better be fuckin careful if you don't have a helmet for me. you're carrying precious cargo." she looked at his smart ass self, leaning against the bike like that. she crossed her arms over her chest and squinted her eyes at him for a moment. she walked over towards the bike and straddled the back part of it, looking at him, waiting for him to get on. "are you gonna get on or just sit there, trying to look like a bad ass?"
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Post by GAMBIT HARRISON SLADE. on Aug 6, 2012 10:09:25 GMT -5
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TRUST WHAT'S IN THE MIRROR now that gambit had thought about it, he didn't think he'd ever hit on harper before. even before they were friends, and she was just a random pretty face in the mess of carmel's streets. sure, he'd thought she was attractive, but he hadn't felt the need to throw on some fake charm to try and win into her pants. right off the bat, he knew that she wasn't the type of woman to just lay there and wait for you to make your move, acting coy and playful the entire time you laid out your bullshit story. she was too smart for stuff like that, and to be honest, gambit was really glad she had the backbone she did. at least he didn't have to go around, beating guys off of her to try and keep her own dignity in tact. instead, it was the other way around; she refused to sleep with just anyone, and he constantly made fun of her for having a stick shoved up her ass because of it. but maybe that was his reversed method of making sure she didn't just open her legs one of these times a guy got the courage to try and make a movie. he honestly didn't know what he'd do if he walked into harper's apartment one day, and caught her in the middle of a sex session with tall, dark, and handsome.
his disgust was obviously displayed at hearing that the details would need more than just one journal for all the juicy bits and pieces. naturally, he'd like to brag and say that his usual sex nights include a lot more than just a journal's worth, but that didn't mean he wanted to actually think about what types of things harper could get herself into. knowing she was a dancer, a very flexible dancer at that, only made the mental images that were starting to sear into his brain that much more vulgar, and, to be honest, way too detailed and graphic for him to be picturing at a patio table surrounded by the public. so, instead of commenting on how 'disgusting' or anything other descriptive word gambit'd be able to try and mutter, he just didn't respond to it in general. plus, he figured the more he commented on it, the more he'd see it linger behind his eyelids, so the quicker he refreshed his mind with something else, the better.
"it's got nothin' to do with being a gentlemen," he shot back in an attempt to throw her off her high horse, but he really had no good argument. him paying for things definitely was a gentlemen thing to do, but he'd lay down in his grave before he admitted that. "i just got a lot more to spend than your parent's credit card. plus, it's not like i've got anywhere else to put it," he trailed off, pursing his lips at the thought. he never really did pull out his wallet when he was with someone; whenever he was out for a one night stand, they bought their own drinks- he didn't pull that impressive crap, where the guy tries to pamper the girl into sleeping with him. he didn't see the sense in paying for ten dollar drinks all night, just for a sloppy drunk fuck that wouldn't even be there when he woke up in the morning. the only time he really spent money on anyone else was his dogs, or with harper. everything else was either necessities, or indulgence for himself.
"well, considering you're putting your hair up.." gambit trailed off, smirking widely as he inspected her with her new hairstyle. he never usually enjoyed girls with their hair up, simply because a lot of them looked like aliens with how they'd slick it back and keep it nice and tight, but harper looked normal with it up or down. he barely noticed the difference, other than the obvious change of hairstyle. "have i dropped you before? just hold on and you'll be fine." chuckling under his breath, he shook his head at her statement, slowly climbing on in front of her. "i just wanted to make sure you didn't need help, aussi. and there's no trying about it- i am badass. and it intimidates you." the tone of voice he used made his joking obvious, and after casting her a glance over his shoulder, he pulled out his keyring and pushed the key into the ignition.
stabilizing the bike's weight, he kicked its stand up and revved the engine, making sure it wouldn't stall after he accelerated. as soon as he knew he was in the clear, his right hand twisted and they were off to a steady start out of the parking lot. it'd been a while since he had had someone on the back of his bike with him; in fact, he thought it was harper. he usually brought his truck out to play whenever he didn't feel like riding around on the bike, but he secretly liked the stabilized feeling of having someone's arms wrapped around him. even when they came to a stop light, just a few blocks from his house, he felt at ease with harper's arms draped around his stomach. it was hard not to get lost in the comfort, especially since he didn't want to show any signs that he was as comfortable as he was, but it wasn't the easiest task in the world when you barely enjoyed a lot of human contact that didn't just mean sex. luckily, the light switched before he could get too drawn into the feel, and the tug of the bike's engine underneath them distracted him enough from her grip in order to keep a decently clear head.
[atrb=style, background-color: 202020;]i wasn't sure if you wanted to continue the thread all the way to his house or not, so i left it like this. if you wanna continue, by all means, send me a reply. i'm good to go with whatever you want, bby ;D
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