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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Sept 21, 2012 19:27:09 GMT -5
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Devon laughed as she stumbled about through the bar, clinging to Dante for support. It seemed the two of them had turned their dinner plans into a shot a thon. Devon couldn't help herself, she loved alcohol, more than most other things. As she held on to the muscled, tanned tattoo god she couldn't help but to grin. It had been a long time since she had made a habit of seeing her one night stands again. But for some reason she really enjoyed their time together, and him as a person. Dev didn't mind the fact that he used her, because honestly she used him just as much. "Oh shit." she blurted out as she stumbled into a chair and about toppled over. "Remind me next time that their is no way in hell I can keep up with you." she said with a smile as she did her best to regain her balance before taking a couple more steps. Devon stumbled again, before finally stopping and just looking up at him, "Fuck these shoes." she said leaning against I'm as she bent over in order to remove her black stilettos from her feet. Dev could not afford to break something, or even sprain something for that matter. She tossed the shoes across the bar, before laughing.
She continued to follow him up the stairs, which proved less challenging then she thought. She giggled as she leaned against the door frame waiting for him to open it. Once it was open she stumbled inside pulling her jacket off and tossing it on the couch. She looked about the familiar apartment a moment before stumbling her way back over to Dante. She ran her hands up his chest with a mischievous grin on her lips. "So I suggest we play a game?" she said, letting her hands slide down his chest and teasingly pull on his belt buckle before turning and stumbling off. She made her way over to the entertainment center squatting down, falling back onto her ass, as she attempted to look at his video games. "Hmm what can I beat you at." she mumbled to herself as she continued to browse the games. Her manicured nails passing up a few combat games, some games she had never heard of, and finally landing on guitar hero. Dev was pretty good at guitar hero, and well wasn't too shabby on a real one either. After all she had done a lot of things in her youth to try to win daddy dearests affections. "Alright this one, but we should spice it up a bit." she said looking over her shoulder with a grin.
"But..." she said falling onto her back and looking up at him, the cute grin never leaving her features. "I'm D.. drunk, so no drinking games." she said with a laugh. She just looked up at him not saying a word as cogs in her brain began to turn. "We could always make the loser strip." she said with a side ways grin. Devon just laid there on the floor waiting for him to get everything hooked up, after all this was his house. Dev had been here a couple of times, but in no way had the right to touch his shit yet. Dev felt her eyes growing rather heavy, and in order not pass out, she practically shot herself up. She rolled so that she was on all fours, hesitated a moment, before pushing her back up on two feet. "And no cheating Mr. rockstar, you should play on hard, and I'll play on easy, k?" she said with a laugh.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Sept 26, 2012 17:04:58 GMT -5
 high enough from all the waiting , baaaamf! [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]helping girls when they were drunk was always a fun task, especially if he'd had a few too many himself. he walked better by himself when he was drunk than with someone else, no matter if he needed the help or the opposite person, because he could go off on his balance the way he usually would. but with another person trying to walk with him, it was hard to try and coordinate his steps with theirs, considering they had their own dizziness flashing behind their eyelids. but it always gave him wonderful opportunities, especially if he'd already established a more-than-friends sort of relationship with the girl who was trying to use him as a guidance lead. that meant that if his hands strayed "accidentally" when he went to catch them from falling forward, or to the side, he wouldn't get a slap for it. and not getting smacked in the face for being drunkenly promiscuous was generally a good thing in the guitarist's eyes. "i tried to warn you, didn't i? but nooooo, no one listens to dante anymore." laughing it off, he went to reach forward to make sure she was stable when she stood back up, but she was already doing well enough on her own.
laughing once again when she decided to go without her shoes, dante nodded in agreement. "i have no idea how you chicks can even walk in those sober." but, he didn't want devon to get a broken ankle, so he was a little more than relieved that she had taken the heels off, despite a fact that they were sexy as hell. and when she bent over to undo them, using him as a leaning post, dante couldn't really do anything but grin like an idiot and rest his hands on her hips, doing his very best not to get too handsy. once she was finished, he lead the way to the stairs to his flat, letting her use his arm for stability whenever she needed it, but she seemed to be a little bit better without her high heels than with them, so dante wasn't too worried anymore. reaching the top of the stairs behind her, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his keys. smirking at her drunken posture, he leaned on the opposite side as she was, and started to fiddle with the lock and key, until a chance thrust allowed him to get the key fully into the lock's slot.
opening the door, he let her go in first, walking in behind her, taking care of the door and its locks as he did. tossing his keys into their usual spot in a broken bowl, one he had meant to throw out almost a year ago but just never got around to it, he was just about to ask if devon wanted a drink when she met him halfway, pushing her hands up his chest in a way that sent shivers up and back down his spine. "game?" he asked, his interest obviously perked with the way his eyebrows lifted in curiosity. from the patterns of her hands' movements, dante's mind was veering off in a completely different path than video games, and he didn't bother hiding the smirk that had pulled at the corners of his mouth when her hands tugged on his belt buckle. it didn't fade, even after he realized she was more interested in playing the play station three rather than tearing his clothes off, but dante was never in a hurry when it came to screwing someone he'd already fucked before; and, to be honest, he really didn't mind having someone's company in a normal way, rather than just having them over to suck his dick and screw off back home.
chuckling under his breath when he saw the game she had chosen, dante nodded his head in agreement. "i like the idea of spicing things up," he shot back a little too quickly, letting a sheepish smile take over his lips while he shifted into the kitchen. pulling on the fridge door, he grabbed out a bottle of beer for himself, figuring that if devon wanted to drink anything, she'd be able to get it herself. he was more than comfortable with her being in his flat by now, so her getting her own drink didn't seem like the end of the world. plopping himself down on the couch after he popped the cap to the bottle, dante took a swig and smirked at her only condition. "i think i can work my way around your intoxication. maybe. it'll be hard, though. i've never had to not think of a drinking game in this kind of situation before." but, then again, she already had an idea up her sleeve. "fuckyeah. i don't even have to put any thought into agreeing to that!" he agreed a little bit enthusiastically, his hopes already well over high for this kind of game. guitar hero was one of the only games he played when he was drinking, so he was a little more than curious as to how devon thought she'd make it and win.
setting his beer down on the coffee table, dante stood up and grabbed the game. turning on the ps3, he plucked the game carefully from the case and pushed it into the CD slot on the game system. making sure that the wireless connectors were plugged into the usb slots, dante grabbed two of the guitars that he had for the game and stood hovering over top of devon, holding both of them up. "choose your poison, miss slash. i really hope your daddy-o gave you some skills, or else you're gonna lose." grinning charmingly down at her, obviously just teasing before they started playing, he helped her to her feet and gave her the guitar she wanted to use. he was accustomed to all of his guitars, and other guitar hero instruments, so it didn't really matter to him what he got stuck with. "hard? pfft. i'll do you a favor and play on expert. it might, might give you a bit of a girly chance."
winking playfully, he turned on his guitar and reached for the remote to the tv. turning it on, he flipped it over to the input channel the cords were hooked up to, and fired up the game. once it was started, and he picked the competition mode, he glanced over at devon with a grin. "i'll be a gentlemen, and let you choose the first song you're gonna get your ass raped in." |
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Post by DEVON ELIZABETH SLASH. on Oct 5, 2012 12:16:15 GMT -5
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Devon could only smirk as she listened to Dante's trash talking. When he offered her a guitar she took the black one, she wasn't exactly sure why but it just seemed to be the neater of the two. Dev began to fidget a bit, mostly because the skin tight black cocktail dress she was currently sporting was not going to be conducive to drunken guitar hero playing. "Okay well since I get to play on easy..." her words trailed off as she set the guitar down on the couch for a minute. Devon's hands reaching around trying to unzip her dress, only to realize that her lack of coordination and balance combined with the zipper being a little out of reach would only result in her falling. "Unzip me?" she said raising an eyebrow before walking over to Dante and turning so that he could do it for her. Once he had obliged her, she smiled before talking the dress the rest of the way off. "There was no way in hell I could play in that." she said with a laugh. Dante now had one less piece of clothing to get off her, but how well would he handle her in lingerie. "You should probably start focusing, instead of trashing talking sir Dante, cause your ass is going down." she said with a laugh. Devon walked over and picked up her guitar, before making her comfortable a few feet from him.
Devon had played guitar hero quite a bit when she was forced to go on tour with her father as a teen. Although her father had never really paid much attention to her, his friends had. Not in a bad way or anything, but several had taken to teaching her things. Dev was decent on a guitar, but give the girl a set of drums and she would blow your mind. The model didn't often share that she had such skills, mostly because she had become so accustomed to playing the dumb, hot, model stereotype that even as she was growing older she didn't know how to break the habit. Dev wasn't the brightest it was true, but she was talented in certain areas. Her ability to manipulate had stemmed from a natural talent for human psychology and behavior. But if you gave her an algebra problem she would fail miserably, even more amusing was trying to get her to use proper punctuation when writing. Devon never really saw the importance in such things, thus she only learned them long enough to graduate from high school than ditched em. Needless to say if Dante stuck around long enough he was in for a surprise, cause the girl he met was so much more than she appeared. "If I were you I wouldn't dare select anything my father had a part in creating, or your ass will be handed to you on a silver platter." she said her tone a mock threat.
"Oh baby that hurts." she said a sadistic evil to her whine. Devon wasn't afraid of loosing, and honestly she didn't think she would, or at least not as easily as he assumed. Devon grinned when he said she could choose the first song. She began to scroll through the list trying to find the ones she knew she played on expert when she was sober, that way she stood a fighting chance drunk and on easy. She smirked as she spotted Social Distortion and selected it. "Your going down asshole." she spatt before attempting to make her drunken self focus on the screen. When the song started she had a couple fuck ups, mostly because she hadn't realized how hard it was going to be to play with manicured nails on. "Fuck my nails..." she cursed doing her best to get used to the strange feeling, and finding way to work around it. Once she had, she drastically improved on her playing.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Oct 11, 2012 10:08:19 GMT -5
high enough from all the waiting , hope is is okaaaay~ [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]there was absolutely nothing dante could do but watch as dev started to stumble with the idea of getting her dress unzipped. to be honest, dante had no idea what she was thinking; usually you wanted to keep on all of your clothes, and layer up, when it came to games like these. but she wanted her cocktail dress off? when she finally shifted to turn her back to him, and asked for help, dante just chuckled underneath his breath. "seriously? i play guitar for a living, but you feel bad for me because you'll be on easy. i think you're just trying to distract me." nonetheless, dante raised his hand and grabbed the tiny zipper in the center of her back. gently, he tugged it down until it couldn't move anymore. swallowing the saliva in his mouth, he simply just watched as she shrugged out of the material, replacing an already amazing view with an almost naked, better one. "yep. you're just trying to distract me."
while she started to browse for their first song, dante adjusted the guitar's shoulder strap. he usually hated standing when he played guitar hero, but it wasn't like he wasn't used to it on a real stage, so putting up with it to stand next to devon while he allegedly kicked her ass didn't seem like that bad of a task. it did mean he had to get his strap comfortable, though. standing and having your guitar set at an awkward angle, real guitar or not, it was one of the most uncomfortable things to happen.
when he heard the song's preview of story of my life, dante's eyes glanced up to the screen, and he shook his head to himself about her selection. jackson was always picking this song because it was one of the only ones his band's drummer was good at, so dante had had his fair share of zipping through this song without a care in the world god only knows how many times. "bring it, biatch." he replied with a smirk, getting his right hand situated over the guitar's strum-bar, his eyes flickering from devon to the screen. after they selected their modes, dev on easy and dante on expert, he attempted to keep his eyes glued to the screen as the song started, and not let them wander off the screen to check out her ass in her lingerie.
luckily, he only had a few slip ups with his eyes, and everything else he screwed up on was just his fingers moving too fast for the screen. story of my life wasn't his favourite song, and social distortion wasn't his favourite band either, so it made it a little hard to play the song and remember the tempo without having to focus on the speed of the keys he had to hit. but, dante was determined, and his drunken ego couldn't let a girl win something like guitar hero over him. that'd almost be like his drummer winning a game of drunk guitar hero; jackson had no idea how to even tune a guitar, let alone understand what tuning a guitar's in. so losing to jackson was one of the biggest insults the band had come up with against dante. he refused to let himself be another victim of failure, even if it was to a really gorgeous woman.
unfortunately, dante couldn't handle how slow the tempo was, and his fingers were always trying to hit the notes too early. so, naturally, when the song finished, and their scores came up on the screen, he bursted out laughing when he saw his percentage compared to devon's. "holy shit, i suck." leaning over to grab his beer off the coffee table, he lifted it to his lips and took several large swigs before setting it back down. pulling his guitar off, he set it down for a moment to grab the back of his muscle shirt's collar. pulling it over his head, almost losing his hat in the process, he tossed the shirt aside and readjusted his baseball cap. pulling the guitar's strap back over his shoulder, he glanced at devon as though he hadn't just lost the very first round. "okay. so, i definitely just let you win that. on purpose. so you don't feel bad or whatever. yeeeeep." smirking, knowing that the tone of voice he used would make it obvious that he was just playing around, and didn't actually think that she only won because he was shit. "but now it's my turn to choose. hm.." lazily, he started to strum down, going through the options of songs. spotting the song battery by metallica, he just took one glance at devon before hitting the green button, selecting the song. |
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