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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Jul 6, 2012 12:53:48 GMT -5
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Devon had been on tour with her father for the last three months, but over time she had grown rather bored of that scene. Sure she enjoyed her fathers music, partially because she had to, and somewhat because she actually did. However after three months on the road with old guys, and hearing the 'remember when' story for like the hundredth time, Dev was over it. Dev had convinced her dad that she would be fine getting on a late night flight back home. Although Slash was never a huge part of Devon's childhood he still deeply cared for his only 'known' child. Devon had packed all her stuff up, and her dad drove her the the airport. Once they had arrived Dev hugged her dad, and listened to him lecture her about staying out of trouble. To be honest being on tour with her father had not been her choice. Not one bit. Devon had been made to go after she had wrecked her father Mercedes into the side of a building in New York. Dev was happy that her father was giving her some freedom, and the keys to her home back. The tall slinky blonde had been very wrong when she thought she couldn't be punished after 18. Quite frankly being grounded as an adult was way worse than as a child. Now he just took away her allowance, and pretty cars.
The moment Devon hit her first class seat on the plane she whipped out her phone and began texting. She had been out of the club for three months, and that was entirely too fucking long. So with newly manicured nails she began texting all her friends back home in Ca. Devon smiled at how quickly they had responded. She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face as she responded to them. They all decided to meet at Blur, a club Devon had never been in before. Well that she could remember being in. She knew her friends absolutely loved it there, but Devon wasn't quite sure how she would feel about it. After all anything with pool tables wasn't really her scene, but she could make it work right? Dev spent the rest of the flight sleeping, after all she was going to have to recharge if she was going to spend the night out on the town, something she told her dad she wouldn't do the moment she got back. Once they had landed Dev hailed a cab and headed to her dads home. Once home she was greeted by there dogs, who she fed and let out before heading to take a shower.
God it felt good to be back home. She had missed being able to turn around easily in the shower, and not to mention have all her favorite things at her disposal. Touring with a bunch of old men had not been her ideal time, and sharing a showering space with them had been her nightmare. Devon finished washing her hair, before turning the water off and wrapping her slender body in a warm white tail. She made her way to her room and began looking through her outfits. Dev decided on a pair of ripped up black skinny jeans, and by ripped up they showed mostly skin. Dev then pulled on a cut up black tee shirt with a rebel flag on it, and pulled on a pair of red heels. She made her way into the bathroom and began working on her hair. Once she had dried and straightened her long blonde hair she began working on her make up. Satisfied with how she looked she headed downstairs and towards the garage. Oh what car did she want tonight. She flipped on the lights took a look around. She smirked as she spotted her dads new royal Royce phantom. That was the one. She searched through the keys, and grabbed out the ones that went to that stunning black car.
She found them and headed straight towards the phantom. Dev climbed into the drivers seat and made her way towards Blur where she was suppose to meet a couple of her friends. Once she arrived she parked the car, making sure to lock it before heading inside. She immediately spotted Sonya, Gabriel, and Lenox over in the corner playing pool. Dev happily made her way over practically tackling Lenox. "Oh my god, I'm so fucking happy not to be stuck on that wretched tour." she said with a laugh. "Shots?" Dev suggested before dragging Sonya with her to the bar. Dev ordered the first round, and opened a tab. After all they were going to need it seeing as they were going to celebrate her freedom. A couple hours into the night Devon found herself with a really good buzz, and believe it or not the little heiress was even trying to play pool. Devon leaned over the table as she attempted to line up a shot, but could not stop giggling to save her life.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Jul 10, 2012 10:10:40 GMT -5
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"fuck me," he braethed out as he lifted from the mattress' surface, rubbing his left eye in an attempt to wake himself up. heading for his bathroom, the only room in his humble adobe that had four walls, dante started to recall last night's shenanigans, searching for an explanation as to why he'd slept in that late. he didn't like getting up anytime before eleven, and usually tried to push his sleep until noon, but he hadn't slept in this late in ages. as he attempted to put all the pieces together, he had started to hum to the music playing below; one of his favourite metallica songs, frantic.
by the time he'd finished taking his so-called "morning" piss, and had stripped out of his boxers for his shower, he'd gotten so focused on the song that he couldn't be bothered to care about the day / night before. luckily, at least it meant that he was more focused on getting his shower over with without trying to multitask his attention. and the motivation of wanting to bring his night played a very good part in his speed.
after getting out of the shower, dante stood in front of his bathroom sink in nothing but his towel, and carried out the last things for his appearance and personal hygiene; he brushed his teeth, cleaned up his facial hair a bit, and spiked his hair after putting a comb through it. he liked doing his hair before getting dressed in most cases, when his hair was still damp. plus, messing it up a little when he put his shirt on only added to his lazy, careless style, so it blended well. finishing up with his hair, he wiped his hands off on his towel and headed back out into his flat.
walking up the three steps that elevated his bedroom area, he opened his dresser and routed through his clothes a bit until he found a clean shirt that he actually felt like wearing. tossing it onto the bed, he fished out a pair of south park boxers and a pair of jeans, tossing them onto the bed with his shirt. lastly, he located two clean socks, and although they weren't the same name brand, they were still both black and no one'd be able to tell the difference. pulling his clothes on, he draped his damp towel over his laundry hamper (surprisingly, considering he usually threw everything on the floor when he was finished with it) and walked into his bathroom for one more finishing touch to his appearance: guyliner.
when he was finally finished, he slipped into his chuck taylors and grabbed his flat keys. headed out the door, he closed it behind him and locked it, not wanting any frisky drunkards from below to get a bright idea and think they can use his pad for their dirty deeds. pocketing the key, he walked down the hall towards the second door to the upstairs, the one that connected his flat floor to the stairs that lead down to the bar. opening that, he closed and locked it behind him just as he had with his actual flat door, and then padded down into the bar. coming out into the back of the bar, he waved to a few of his employees that were on their breaks and made his way through the saloon-styled doors into the section behind the bar counter.
instantly, his attention was grabbed, and someone made an order for a couple shots. with a bit of a chuckle, dante grabbed four shot glasses with his one hand and placed them all on the counter in front of the woman who'd tried extremely hard to wave him down. pulling the bottle of jack daniels up from the freezer, he poured the shot glasses to the rim and told her to enjoy them. he was about to start making his own drink when he noticed a group of other people stationed at the bar, only a few feet down from the two girls he'd just helped. the first thing he noticed was the tattooed blond, and that's all he needed to see to want a piece.
grabbing the jack daniel's bottle again, he slipped down the bar and stopped in front of them, a boyish grin already pulling at his lips as he took her features in. she looked familiar, but he couldn't place her.. not yet, at least. maybe after he learned his name, it'd kick in. "looks like you guys could use a refill," he mused softly, lifting the bottle without waiting for an answer, tipping it against the shot glasses they already had to refill them. "don't worry about it, this round's on the house. the next might cost you your name, though.." he trailed off, his eyes stationed on devon the entire time, making it obvious who he was trying to charm, and reveal the name of.
"unless, you feel like playing share and tell before i give you another round. i think my ego'd be pleased, either way."
[atrb=style, background-color: 202020;]sorry this took so loooong! hope it's alright (:
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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Jul 10, 2012 11:27:33 GMT -5
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Devon was going to hate herself in the morning, that she was sure of. Dev was never one to take the advice of her manager, or as her father cleverly liked to call him , her handler. He constantly told Devon she needed to sleep, and not get wasted before her photo shoots. Her manager was far more concerned about her appearance and behavior than Dev ever would be. Hell she thought she did some of her best shoots when she was still drunk. Why you ask? Because what little self respect she had, totally flew out the window after a couple shots. She was aggressive, she was raunchy, she was a glorified train wreck, yet she was so stunning no one cared. Devon smirked at the thought, as she made a drunken attempt at the shot. This was not her game, never had been, probably never would be. She was here because she ddnt want to be alone, and well she really wanted to give her dad the finger. Dev had never had a desire to please Slash, nope. He had spoiled her from day one, bought both her attention and affection, and by doing so made the hollow self centered, selfish creature you see before you now.
Devon missed the shot horribly, but she seemed rather amused by it. Her friend just shook his head at her, before lining up his shot. “This is not my game, not my kind of balls to play with.” she joked with Sonya. Devon had been listening to Sonya tell her about her latest conquest when tall dark and handsome emerged. She offered him a playful smirk, but returned her attention back to Sonya. Dev was the last person on the planet that went all out in an attempt to get into someone’s pants. Honestly she didn’t care to try because she had never been made to. Being Slash’s daughter it didn’t take much to get what she wanted out of pretty much anyone. You either wanted her for the temptation you looked at alone in your room every night, for her, or for the fact you had such a raging hard on for her dad you couldn’t resist. Devon let Sonya finish her little story before she finally let those doe like eyes of hers land on mystery man. “What gave you that idea?” Devon teased with a smirk. However when she looked over at her shoulder at Gabriel he looked less than amused. Gabe wasn’t one to share, and well Dev had a strange suspicion the poor boy thought if he got enough booze in the slinky blonde he would actually have a chance. Devon laughed at the thought; poor boy would have a better chance if he was actually somebody.
That was the other thing with Dev, she didn’t get with just anybody, you had to be somebody. The more famous you were, or the more attention you could get her, the far more appealing you became. Devon wanted nothing more than to dig her nails a little deeper in fame. “Aww arnt you sweet.” flowed words that were anything but kind. Devon didn’t need hand outs, and boy did she tend to despise them. Devon allowed her eyes a once over to see whether or not he was even worth tormenting. As she did, she made sure to make it completely obvious. But of course, Gabriel had to ruin her fun. “Devon its your shot.” came Gabriel’s accented words as his eyes took in the situation across the table from him. Devon smirked and shrugged her shoulders before leaning over the pool table once more. She did her best to try and hit that damn ball away from the hole, mostly because she wanted to get back to her conversation. Unfortunately the little bugger did exactly what she didn’t want it to do.
A growl could be heard coming from her lips, as she moved across the table to try and take another shot. Thankfully she missed this time and could take that shot he was so kind enough to poor. Devon walked over to where it was sitting on the table, put the glass against her perfect lips, and took it. Devon made a small wince, but not a bad one by any means. “Your ego huh?” she said raising an eyebrow at him before leaning against the table. Dev didn’t know why she was being so open as to humor him, but why the hell not. He was a lot more attractive than the other male pursuing her this evening. “To answer your question, even though Gabe had to go and ruin our little game. I’m Devon Slash, though im sure you have figured that out already, and im bored.” she said with a playful smile. She was sure a person of his stature could find them something way more amusing to do.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Jul 10, 2012 14:07:31 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] you may say i'm a dreamer BUT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE if there was one thing that dante absolutely loved, it was watching a woman try and play pool. he was a big fan of the game, considering he had three pool tables available for use at all times when the bar was open, and his personal pool table upstairs in his flat. but it was less about the rules of the game, and whether or not they were any good; he just really loved watching them try and bend over the table to line up their shots. it was even better when the girls that did it wore really skimpy jean shorts that raised a bit on their thighs when the material was tightened. of course, a pair of ripped skinny jeans was still extremely nice to look at, especially since the material of the denim was already tight to devon's curved hips and shapely ass.
naturally, if he had noticed devon's clinger, gabe, he probably wouldn't have even bothered trying to put himself in good favour with her. the thing that he hated the most was guys who didn't know their place in a woman's circle, and whenever they tried to play top dog and get in his face about wanting to sleep with his friend, dante usually lost it. and although it was his bar, and no one would call the cops on him for freaking out, he didn't feel like making a scene like that with a guy like gabe. but, the damage was already done, and dante'd already made the first contact, his eyes getting the better of him before he could actually think out a situation (which was, to be completely honest, extremely normal when it came to attractive women). and, even with devon's less-than-appreciative tone, he couldn't really regret his decision to make the contact.
when devon walked towards him again and leaned against the table, he leaned beside her, setting the bottle of whiskey down on the table's surface. he just grinned at her when she mentioned his ego, giving a bit of a nod to make sure that she'd heard him right. at least he was honest about his ego- it was overbearing, however, so even if he hadn't been honest about it, it wasn't like she wouldn't have been able to tell for herself, eventually. when she revealed her name, all of it rather than just the first name that he had heard her friend state, his grin grew even larger. so he did know who she was- at least, physically. "devon slash," he mused out underneath his breath, taking the chance to glance around the room. no one else seemed to realize who she was; whether that was because they were either too drunk, or too busy noticing who he was to notice, he wasn't sure. "i'm not sure exactly how one of the hottest pin ups in america can be bored, surrounded by alcohol, but i think i might be able to whip something up.." he trailed off, his gaze slowly returning to devon's.
"you may not know this, but i happen to be an excellent pool player. and, y'know, a pool-teacher." his grin sprang back, and he glanced from her towards the only pool table that wasn't in use, not wanting to even bother casting his gaze over towards her group of friends. "not that you need to be taught, obviously, but a helping hand never hurt anyone, right?" shifting, he uncrossed his arms and lifted his weight from leaning against the table. extending his right hand, he very slowly moved it to grab onto her left in order to lead her towards the free table. once they were there, he released her hand in order to grab two pool stick's from their wall mount, and a powder cube for the cues of their sticks. handing her the shorter stick out of the two, considering she had smaller arms to maneuver it than he did, dante let his rest on the pool's surface while he rounded to the opposite side in order to set up the balls.
after they were in a perfect triangle, he set the guide for it underneath the table and grabbed the cue ball, bringing it to rest on the side you're only allowed to shoot from when breaking the game. "now, because i'm nice, i guess i'll let you start us off." smirking, he waited for her to get into position before pushing up behind her, letting his body rest against hers snugly. he guided her aim, and pulled her right arm back in order to build up a powerful shot. "and, by the way," he started, letting his breath catch her ear as he cracked the shot forward, sinking in three of the balls. "the name's dante, just in case you were wondering."
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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Jul 28, 2012 21:17:32 GMT -5
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She offered him a small hint of a smile when he stated he didnt know how one of the hottest pinups in the industry could be bored in the bar. "Oh trust me, I am not easily entertained." she mused. Her eyes scanning over his attractive frame once more without discretion. "Your lucky your managed to catch my attention the first time, and keep me intrigued." she said with a small smirk. Her eyes left his handsome face and began to look around the bar some more. She was happy she wasnt being swarmed by dirty creepy men who had obviously whacked it a couple times to one of her sets. Dev loved that fact that she was well known in the adult industry, yet at the same time her last name kept most guys in their place. It seemed Slash had touched a lot of lives over the years, and the respect people held for his skill often made them instantly respect his daughter. Even if his daughter was wild, reckless, a bit of a whore, and well loved to pose naked for fun. "O Really." she teased crossing her arms over her chest. Devon wasn't one to actually care for the game of pull, more or less she just liked bending over them to lure guys in. It seemed she had been quite effective at catching a rather charming on this evening.
She laughed softly at his next statement. "No need to beat around the bush. I suck at pool, I know this. I just like to be bent over them." she said with a grin, the seductive spark in her eyes more apparent then ever. Dev knew what she wanted, and she never hesitated to make it known. The boldness was something she had inherited from her father, and boy did it land her in some sticky situations. The slinky blonde did not protest when Dante took her hand and attended to lead her off somewhere. She had been hoping it was upstairs, but unfortunately he had brought her to another pool table. Even if it wasnt where she had wanted to go, she could still make the best of it. Not to mention it would allow her the chance to tease him a bit more before he finally gave her what she wanted. Dev had no doubt about getting this man in bed later, and boy would she be royally pissed if he refused her advances, though she highly doubted he would. Wasnt often a man got presented the opportunity to fuck a very well known pinup model, not to mention the daughter of slash. If Dante had any interest in music what so ever, he would be sure to be interested in her.
Devon smiled when he said he was going to let her start them off. "Have fun chasing that ball around the bar." she said with a wink before getting into position to shoot. Although she hadn't really expected him to sneak up behind her and coach, she liked the feel of him around her. Her smile growing when the scent of his cologne hit her nose, and she sighed happily. Alright so this was going to be a little harder to focus than she had first imagined. Though with his help, she was able to bring her pool stick forward and break. She grinned at the shot she had just made, her grin turning into a smile when he whispered his name into her ear. Dante was getting to her a fair bit more than she wanted him too right out of the gate. If there was one thing Devon hated it was being all hot and bothered when she wasn't ready to be. Being grounded and stuck on tour with her father had really taken her sexual tolerance down. She was horny as fuck and she was hating the effect this tall, dark, handsome stranger was having on her. But in typical Devon fashion she would throw all rules, morals, and manners out the window. Two could play this game, and it was about time she made her move. As she went to stand up she made sure her body made contact with his at several points. Her ass slightly backed up into his crouch as she slithered into a standing position.
Devon's back made contact with his chest, and she smirked over her shoulder. The famous blonde turned around to face him, beautiful eyes looking directly up into his. "I think you've coached a girl a time or two, your a little too smooth with your game to be a first timer." she teased. She let her hands slide up his chest as she leaned back against the pool table. "I think i might need a more private lesson though, im terribly distracted at the moment." she said raising an eyebrow and waiting for his answer.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 3, 2012 10:27:44 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] you may say i'm a dreamer BUT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE if there was one thing that fame had given dante, it was a better insight to the industry. a lot of people were either fake, or half-faking it, in order to keep their position and maintain an ounce or popularity. they'd do or say anything to get more money, and it didn't matter what the public or the tabloids thought in the end about it, just as long as that cheque was written out and fully dated. people like that bugged the hell out of dante, because they didn't actually give a shit beyond themselves, but he knew that there wasn't a whole lot he could do about it. women were the worst candidates for it, too, because hardly anyone kept interest in them for long if they didn't start taking off their clothes, or acting more like a skank. naturally, with the last name slash attached to her reputation, dante doubted that devon had to do anything more in order to keep earning money from corporate assholes, but that didn't mean that was the only reason why he had approached her. just because she was slash's daughter didn't mean that it'd earn him a one on one with the extremely talented guitarist, and he was fully away of that. he'd sought her out because it was his bar, and she looked more bored than he'd ever seen anyone after walking through the front doors of his place, and he couldn't stand to see something like that.
especially when she was so gorgeous. he couldn't let pretty women wallow in their self pity unless they were whiny, and no amount of alcohol would make them stop.
a chuckle escaped when she bluntly said that she sucked at pool all on her own, and he couldn't help but nod his head a bit in agreement. but that wasn't really something he'd hold against her; pool wasn't for everyone. some people could get the hang of it easily, others needed a lot of practice before they started to actually make a name for themselves in the pool world. it just helped that dante had been playing ever since he could remember, and it'd always been a favourite pass time for him, so he had plenty of practice under his belt. plus, his height helped quite a bit when he was playing, giving him a better reach over the table in order to get those tricky spots that not a lot of people would even be able to try to go for.
"oh, you can't be that bad," he responded to her comment about chasing the ball around the bar. "besides. i think i've got good enough control to keep you from embarrassing yourself too much." he hadn't planned on giving her free reign over her shots, simply because this was all part of the cat and mouse process. he could tell just from the way she was around him, her body language and the voice she used, that she'd been fucking him with her eyes since she laid them on him, and truth be told, he couldn't say much different.
after the shot was made, he smirked himself at the shot, it having been one of his better ones while shooting with someone. when she started to straighten, he didn't give her any room to move away from him, and after letting the pool stick rest on the surface of the table, his hands found their way to the ledge of the pool table on either side of her, leaning his weight against it to keep her slightly pinned. but he could tell from the way she turned to face him, and the way her hands found their way up his chest, that she had no intentions of leaving just yet. "mm, possibly," he started, looking at her through playfully narrowed eyes. "a lot of women seem to need help when it comes to bending over a pool table. who am i to deny them a helping hand?" grinning mischiefly, dante's eyebrows slowly arched upwards at her proposal. "i.. have a pool table up stairs, if you're interested? it's about as private as we're gonna get surrounded by drunks." smirking, he slowly snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her off the table, moving towards the bar with her.
grabbing two beers, he carried them both in his free hand, his opposite still making contact with the model's waist. leading her to the stairs, he let her go first in order to see her ass a bit more shapely brought out in her outfit, but he didn't make it too obvious as he followed her up to his flat. once they reached the door, he pulled out his key and unlocked it, twisting the doorknob and pushing the door open for her to enter first. he wasn't much of a gentlemen, but he was courteous occasionally. flicking the light switches on, he shut the door behind them and locked it, not wanting any horrible interruptions. "make yourself at home," he said softly as he passed her, letting his hand trail along the small of her back as he walked to his mini bar.
the flat was designed in a more darker fashion, the floors hard wood and darkly polished, while the walls alternated between dark and light greys. it looked didn't look spotless, obvious signs of a bachelor flat being seen, but dante didn't have any shame in a few pieces of dirty laundry scattered near his bed, or the few dishes that he hadn't gotten the motivation to wash yet. he was sure devon's mind was more occupied with the thought of his pool table, anyway. his pool table didn't share the same appearance as the ones that littered the bar below, giving it more of a special feeling whenever he brought friends up to his flat for a better game; the tread was a dark red, instead of green, and the wood used for the trim was made of oak. it wasn't in the best shape, but it was conveniently placed right in front of his bar, and dante was more than positive that she wouldn't have a complaint about the few scuffs it had from drunken fuck ups in the midst of playing.
popping the lids off the beer bottles, dante slid one towards devon, offering it to her if she wanted it. taking a sip from his own beer, he glanced around, lifting his free hand to display what was around them. "welp, this is it. dante's humble abode. you should feel lucky, you know? not everyone makes it past that front door," he said with amusement, glancing at the front door to his flat to let her know which he was talking about.
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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Aug 7, 2012 11:50:33 GMT -5
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Devon loved a good flirt. Scratch that she went out of her way to find one. There were not many guys who mastered such a skill. Sure they thought they had, and on the more common than not occasion girls would tell them they had game, but truth be told Dev had come across few. Most guys were sloppy, or in a rush to get to the end goal. That was something Devon found not appealing, and honestly wouldn’t hesitate to tell them so. Dev was all about Dev, and none one else. Devon’s self centeredness knew no bonds, and well she had severed whatever leash any man tried to put on her long ago. She was blunt, honest, and if need be, pretty damn rude. The slinky blonde was a challenge, one that even when beaten would not submit. She was like that dog, the one you got to lay on its side but would bite you given the chance. She’d kiss you then hit you, an unpredictable creature. But back to a good flirt. Dante was definitely that and then some. He knew exactly where to place his hands, just how close to be, and what to say. He wasn’t rolling over and submitting to her wishes like most guys would have done the moment those doll eyes of hers landed on them. It seemed as though he was making her work for every bit of attention he gave her, and she loved it.
Devon smirked at his words before being brave enough to reach up and brush a stray hair. Her eyes falling back on his the moment her hand was withdrawn. “Really?” she said with a smirk. “Sadly, most of them are pulling your chain.” she said coolly. “I bet some of them have no problem mopping the floor with you in a game, but they much rather take you for a ride in the bedroom.” she said with a grin before looking down at her nails as though her words would have no effect. Dev was so confident in her words and actions that she no longer waited desperately for a reaction. Nope. She knew exactly how to twist those toxic temptations she called sentences with such accuracy is bored her some times. Devon had been about to answer his suggestion when she felt an arm snake around her back. A true smile emerged on her face, a rarity for the rock princess, as she let him lead her off. Dante amused her that was for sure. She had every intention on finding out exactly who he was, and what kind of dirt she might be able to dig up. Dev never wasted such time on her usual charmers, but for some reason she was really intrigued by this tall, dark and handsome, god.
The slinky model smirked as he let her go up the stairs first. She had a pretty good idea as too why, but for once she decided to keep her snide little comment to herself. After all she would hate to ruin her chances one getting to know him better. Devon made it to the top of the stairs and just offered him a seductive smirk as she waited for him to unlock the door. “Oh trust me, I will.” she said with a smile. She took the beer that was handed to her, and took a small swig. Though at his next words she let out a small laugh, “You don’t honestly expect me to believe that do you? Come on Dante, im sure you have some frequent fliers in here.” she said with a smirk. Dev had no problem with guys being less than noble, she had grown up around musicians, she had more ‘temporary’ step moms than anyone she knew. Hell, don’t get her started on how many nannys her dad went through. “You don’t have to keep up a front; I’m well educated on male bullshit.” she teased.
She grinned in his direction, “Bathroom?” she asked, mostly because her habit was getting the best of her. When he told her where it was she nodded, heading that way but not before looking over her shoulder at him briefly. Once she found the bathroom, she shut the door, but didn’t bother to lock it. She fished a small vile out of her bra filled with flawless white powder. She dipped her pinky nail in, before placing it under her nostril and snorting. Once it had hit her, she tucked the vial back away, pretended to flush the toilet and washed her hands. Devon looked in the mirror to make sure there was no residual left on her nose before heading back out to where he was. “So are we going to pretend to play pool some more or do you have a better idea?” she said letting her fingers play will the balls on the pool table as she awaited his reply.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 15, 2012 20:00:39 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] you may say i'm a dreamer BUT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE "well, to be honest with you," dante started, smirking through his words as his eyes took her all in, now that they were in much better light. "a lot of them don't make it past the pool tables downstairs. or the bar. or whatever booth i happen to stumble into." he couldn't keep the grin off his face as he finished admitting his slightly dirty secret. not a lot of his one night stands saw his flat, and to be honest, he felt it was probably better that way. mainly because his one night stands were just fan crazed, or famous crazed. and, c'mon, who really wanted people like that in your flat while you were passed out after a really good night of drinking and fucking? "so it's not actually bullshit. but i'm glad you're fluent in our language."
when she asked about the bathroom, dante glanced towards the only door in the flat, minus the front door, patio, and his closet, and nodded. "only room with four walls in this joint." watching her as she walked off towards it, he raised his beer to his lips slowly, taking a large swig. of course, he could only assume that she was seeking out his bathroom for two reasons; she either needed to take a piss, or she wanted to fix herself up. or, she could need to do both. not that it mattered, she had no where to go from there but back into his flat, so he knew she wouldn't be trying to do anything he'd regret later. the last time he had let a girl into his flat for an extended period of time, he had woken up with her smelling his dirty laundry, while wearing his clean shirt - which he hadn't given her permission to touch. for some reason, crazy women just flocked to him. it wouldn't be a really big shocker if devon turned out to be one of those psycho model types.
when she came back out, he was positioned on his leather couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table. glancing towards her when she spoke, he smirked slightly, and took a small mouthful of his beer. pulling his feet down, he relaxed a bit more into the couch and patted his lap with his free hand, waggling his eyebrows suggestively at her. "i've got a few things to choose from up my sleeve.." he spoke slowly, watching her with a steady gaze. "but if the couch doesn't seem comfortable to you, we could stick to the pool table." before she had a chance to sit down on his lap, he had his beer down on his coffee table's surface, and he'd made his way over to her instead. shifting behind her, he leaned down to brush his lips behind her ear, slowly moving his hands to caress up her thighs to her hips, pressing her back against him. "i think i like you bending over just as much as you like doing it."
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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Aug 24, 2012 21:27:00 GMT -5
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Dev grinned at him when he still attempted to convince her that he didn't bring girls up here on the regular. She perked one of her thin eye brows before letting her brown eyes lock on him. "What makes me so special then?" she said slyly. Devon liked men who were both a challenge, and fed her ego. Devon truly wanted to know why she appealed to him enough that he brought her somewhere he didn't bring most other girls. Was it because she was the daughter of Slash and he truly wanted to make a lasting impression, was it because he had a sick fantasy in his head that needed fulfilling, or did he want to get to know her as a person? Dev knew that question probably wasn't going to be answer truthfully, most likely he would answer in a way that he thought would benefit him the most.
"Very fluent." she said with a playful smile. "Slash has been bullshitting me since the day I could comprehend his lies, empty promises and dashed hopes were the only presents I actually got. Not to mention spending most of my childhood on the bus with a bunch of musicians, well lets just say i learned your cowardly, manipulating ways at a very young age. " she said attempting to appear light hearted and funny about it, but if one was to look closely enough you could see the mistrust and hurt. "That band taught me that people arnt meant to be monogamous, and loyal." she said looking over at him. So maybe things had taken a darker turn for a moment, but Devon liked to be very clear with her opinions and expectations. She expected this to be a one night stand, no attachments, and no repeats. He would get one chance to fuck the daughter of Slash, and he better not let her down. Devon was a devil, and wouldn't hesitate to ruin him if he didn't meet her expectations. The tabloids had labeled her the queen of mean a long time ago, and Dante would be wise to remember that.
Devon smirked when he patted his lap for her to come over. Her brown eyes scanning him curiously, before she had the chance to move, Dante moved towards her. Dev smirked when she felt Dante move up behind her, his hands sliding up her thighs, and tugging on her hips. His lip brushing the back of ear made her quiver. "O really?" she muttered softly, her breath somewhat getting caught in her throat as his hands touched her. "Mmm, i like your thinking, you might be on to something?" she teased not hesitating to slowly rub her ass against him in a teasing fashion. Though in one fluid motion she turned around to face him, grabbing him by his belt loops as she began walking back towards the pool table. When Devon's ass made contact with it, a smile crossed her lips before she released his belt loops and wrapped her tattooed arms around his neck. She pulled him down towards her in an aggressive fashion before pressing her lips needingly against his. As the kiss deepened her nails dug into the back of his neck, and her teeth grazed his lower lip as she broke the kiss.
"I like the way you taste." she said with an adorable giggle. Devon's last hit of coke was now hitting her, and she was becoming more light headed, playful, and affectionate. Dev was normally a bitch, thru and thru, but when she got high she became a light hearted child. She smiled at him letting her hands slide down his chest, and tug at the bottom of his shirt, before letting her hands dip beneath his waistband in a teasing fashion. She once again pulled him forward by his pants, a grin glued to her face. "You should take these off, so I can see what I get to play with." she said her hands running up his chest, before she stood on her tip toes to lock lips with him again.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 28, 2012 14:07:08 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] you may say i'm a dreamer BUT I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE "it's not that you're special," dante informed with a boyish grin, knowing that she'd probably be expecting him to go on some tyrant about her dad. "the bar's still open, way too many people in the back to fuck you up against the employee lockers, and i want another excuse to do my laundry," he continued on, speaking about his sheets when he meant laundry, but she figured he'd guess why he'd said such a thing. even though he knew they wouldn't start in his king size bed, that didn't mean they wouldn't work their way around the flat. "that.. and i want you. i've wanted you since i saw you in bronx's magazine. plus, those tattoos.. you've gotta have a few they wouldn't let you show in the shoot." he muttered almost hungrily, looking her over exposed skin to take in the artwork he could see.
dante knew the way being around a band of males, especially rock 'n roll bands, could do to you if you were very impressionable, or young. he'd experienced it in his early teen years, but he was the way he was before the fame and the girls. dante'd always indulged in parties and girls, mainly because he enjoyed having a good time, and to him, those two factors meant a good time. of course he had other ways of having a good time, but those were just two examples of his long list. "well, the first and last girlfriend i had fucked off on me because she didn't think that i was good enough for her anymore because of the band's progress. she was fucking everyone she could hours after she called me to tell me she was done. that doesn't seem exactly noble, does it?" he asked, though he didn't expect an answer back. dante wasn't trying to argue, he was just trying to prove a point that men and women were equal on some levels when it came to relationships. "and it's not like i'm looking for love when i hang out downstairs or get on stage. i have everything i need already."
after he'd positioned behind her, dante hadn't expected her to shift around to face him once in his grasp, but it made him more eager to get her out of her clothes. the fact that she was taking slight control in leading them to their first destination also intrigued him, and he didn't bother trying to resist. instead, he let her lead the way, his eyes remaining on her own the entire time. once they were stopped, he pressed himself against her tightly again, resting his hands on either side of her on the pool table. but as soon as she pulled him down for a fiery kiss, his hands shifted to her right thigh, and her left hip, pulling her against him as he deepened it. it'd been unexpected, and there hadn't been much time to prepare himself for it, but he didn't mind in the least. and the way her nails dug into the back of his neck only made a small growl emerge against her lips into the kiss, and he only grew rougher in the lip-lock and the grip his hands on her in retaliation.
"yeah? i bet i've got something better you can taste.." he growled in response, his smirk dominating and aroused. at her next string of words, he couldn't argue with her logic, and he knew just from the tightness in his jeans that he was well over ready for this. undoing the belt buckle, he shifted the belt to undo that as well, followed by the botton, and lastly, his zipper. "i hope you're ready for this, dev," he teased in a husky tone, leaning into her neck to bite against her skin as he relieved himself of his pants.
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he couldn't say anything, his lungs too busy trying to fill themselves properly. his body heat was sky rocketing, but he wasn't complaining about it, considering he felt completely at peace with himself. whenever he had a good sex session, something that lasted over half an hour because that was all the girl he was with could handle, he always felt amazing. it was like his entire body was flushed of negativity, and he was left with a perfectly clean slate again.
slowly, he glanced towards dev, crossing his arms behind his head for a moment as he caught the last of his breath. he let his eyes wander without shame, taking her in for what he knew was probably the last time he'd ever get to see her in the flesh. but, eventually, his dry throat had had enough of waiting for him to find something to start rehydrating himself with, and he slowly sat up from his bed. they had, as dante had suspected, used anything they could in his flat; things were knocked over from the altercation, other items broken, furniture shifted from their original positions. but, of course, dante wasn't upset about the state of his flat. in fact, he rathered looking at it like this; it meant he had a really good fuckin' time- literally. grabbing his batman boxers off the floor, he pulled them on and stood, heading down the steps that rose his bedroom area from the rest of the flat and into his kitchen. opening the fridge, he grabbed out a beer, setting it down on the counter. before he closed the door all the way, he glanced around the fridge towards dev's direction, unsure if she wanted a drink.
"you, uh, want one for the road?" he asked, assuming that she was going to be getting herself dressed and find her own way out of his place. it wasn't that he wanted her to go, because he didn't really care either way (there was always more time for some sex if she did, after all), but he thought he'd at least extend the offer for the drink either way.[/style]
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