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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Jul 18, 2012 10:15:25 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF everyone needed a day off once in a while. for dante, whenever he didn't feel like making an appearance at blur, he didn't have to. but he never really took a day to relax. he was always out, doing something that was either unhealthy, straining, or sometimes both. but on this particular "day off", after being unable to get back to sleep, dante found himself visiting one of the few community gyms that were established in carmel. although healthy, it wasn't exactly a stress-free environment.
naturally, the guitarist found his own pros to working out, besides the fact that it kept his beer gut from having a chance to form. but most of them, in dante's typical fashion, had to do with there being an increasingly high number of women who preferred to work out in public. another pro, one that didn't involve gravity doing its usual routine, was that it gave him a different crowd to be around, and socialize with; the people here, for the most party, didn't show up to prick up hot babes, or to get flawless defect's lead guitarist's autograph. in one of the most least expected places, he had somehow managed to find somewhere he could go to just.. be another person who had grown up in carmel.
even jogging on a treadmill with his earphones blaring was enough of a different scene to keep him extremely content. the heat he felt surrounding his body from working out didn't seem to affect him at all, and the more he focused on the music and people-watching, the less he thought about the burn in his calves. he'd lost his shirt an hour or so ago, and was just in his shorts and sneakers now, attracting a bit of attention from a lot of the people coming and going; there weren't a lot of people who were as bulky as dante in carmel that had almost every inch of their arms covered in tattoos. he knew he was a bit of a sore-sight out of the regular bunch of regulars in carmel's streets, but he didn't have anything against their curious glances. especially when they belonged to pretty brunettes that were wearing almost as less as he was.
when his playlist was completed, dante finally raised his right hand from steadying his jogging stride and started to turn the machine off. as the tread started to slow, so did his steps, until he was standing still. grabbing the towel off the treadmill's bar, he wiped the back of his neck and face off from any sweat that had collected, and made his way from the treadmill platform back to the bench area he had claimed with his stuff. opening his mini cooler, he grabbed out a bottle of water and broke the seal. tipping it back to his lips, he drained almost half of the bottle before he allowed himself to pull away, releasing a refreshed gasp once he could breathe properly again. it gave him some time to recollect himself and take a minute to let his heart rate decrease, which meant some more unnoticed people-watching.
selecting another playlist, dante let the sound of slipknot begin to fill his head, his eyes searching for someone to focus on. at first, his eyes wandered over a particular brunette rather easily, not stopping to get much of a better look, because there was a guy standing not too far away from her that seemed to be pretty interested in what she was doing. naturally, at first thought, it was her boyfriend, and dante wasn't about to start a brawl in the middle of a gym center because he was checking out some guy's girlfriend's ass. but just as his eyes were leaving the scenario all together, he saw body language that didn't make any sense to him; he looked away, abruptly, when the woman had turned to glance over her shoulder. that indicated that no, he wasn't her boyfriend. and from the look that she got on her face when he opened his mouth about something, that just made dante further believe that he was causing more harm than good.
without much thought behind his stride, he put his bottle down and stood up. letting his towel drop to the bench before he started to walk, dante turned his music down and pulled one of the earbuds out. nonchalantly, as though the woman who was obviously being harassed was someone he knew and was fully comfortable with, he walked over and pushed himself past the male, wanting to make an obvious show of dominance to try and get him to piss off. while respecting the woman's personal space as best as he could, he leaned into her ear and whispered to her lowly, and quickly, making it appear as though he'd just simply given her a kiss on the temple, rather than spoken to her. "keep calm, i'm just trying to help. go with it if you want this prick to bugger off." in full confidence, he lightly wrapped his arm around her waist, his eyes turning to glare daggers into the guy who was still standing there like an idiot.
"hey guy," he started, eyeing him through a narrowed gaze. "you givin' my girl trouble?" instantly, the male's eyes widened at the word 'girl', and dante knew that he wasn't going to be much of a problem. "wha- i-i had no idea. s-sorry." after stumbling over his words, he gave a brief look to the woman that dante had tucked into his side for show, and then turned on his heels for the male locker and shower room. once dante knew they were out of sight, he instantly uncoiled his arm from the woman and offered a small smile, taking a step back to give her some more space if she wanted it. "sorry, about stepping in. i just can't stand guys who make asses out of themselves around beautiful women." his smile turned into a boyish grin, and he extended his right hand in a formal handshake.
"i'm dante, by the way. i mean, i figure if i'm gonna play your boyfriend, you might as well know my name, right?"
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 20, 2012 1:31:30 GMT -5
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working out was an essential part of life. if you didn't exercise your body, you were allowing it to fall short of its full potential. if you didn't take care for your body, you probably didn't take care in other areas of your life. these were all snobbish reasons that harper enjoyed working out. it made her feel better than everyone else around her, and honestly, why shouldn't it? but, it was more than the ego boost that made harper love working out, it was deeper than that. it made her feel good about herself and it made her escape from the world. it was a way for her to shut out everything and just transcend into her thoughts. or, if she wanted, do the exact opposite. it could make her leave all of her thoughts behind and focus purely on enhancing her perfomance.
luckily for her, there was a local gym not two blocks from her apartment, and, since she couldn't exactly drive places, it was the perfect distance. it beat trying to run in endless circles around a track. although scenic, the local park didn't offer all the machines the gym did. sure, it was better to run on land rather than a too-fast conveyer-belt, but there were so many more things to do than run. like weight lift. or stair climb. or ab work. needless to say, she was a child in a candy store here.
walking into the gym, harper glared at a couple girls that were leaving. honestly, who curls their hair and puts make up on to work out? and if they do, who leaves looking as good as they did coming in? aparently, girls that were only interested in coming for the guys. she noted the way they turned and looked through the glass front building, smiling and waving at some guys running on tredmills. harper rolled her eyes. she was all for beauty and looking your best at all times, but, seriously? the gym? you were supposed to work yourself here and sometimes you don't look good. its a fact you have to learn to accept. she walked over to the corner and set her bag down, containing some clothes to take to the studio after this. here she wore a simple sports bra and running shorts, but this wouldn't fly at the studio. they don't like you to show so much skin, although, with ballet flats, this could be a much better way to show the movement of the body. there was no arguing with "madame" though. harper mentally rolled her eyes again.
she chose an elliptical and began her workout. this carried on for about thirty minutes before she realized she'd left her ipod in her bag. she cursed under her breath and got off the machine, returning to the pink bag in the corner. remember that whole thing about harper looking good? well, even coming to sweat her ass off at the gym, she tried to maintain some sense of herself, so a lot of the time when she went to work out, she matched practically everything. when the only thing you do is work out, you tend to acquire a lot of athletic wear and over time, it becomes almost hard not to coordinate it. she bent down to look through her bag, retrieving the black ipod. the machine she'd had before was taken already, so she settled on the very last tredmil in the row. there was an extremely bulky man pounding against a tredmil a ways away from her, and she just barely caught him looking at more of the gym whores.
before harper could even step onto the machine, a man had approached her. great she thought. she scratched the back of her neck and tried to not look like she wanted to kill him. "so, you new to this gym?" really? that's the best opening he could come up with? jesus. "well, obviously." she responded. his eyes shot up. apparently, he was smart enough to tell she wasn't from around here, her accent giving him yet another reason to talk to her. "oh, you're from england, huh? those english accents are pretty cute..." he told her, revealing his best smile. it's not that this guy was awful looking, but how lame could you get? she didn't go for lame, and she didn't go for quick. she looked over her shoulder at the bulky guy, who, she could have sworn just looked over here. "wish i could say the same for american accents." she said with a tight-lipped smile "now, if you don't mind backing the fu-" she stopped mid sentence as the burly man approached her, whispering in her ear. she didn't give a fuck who this guy was, but she understood easily. she returned her arm around his waist and stood on the tippy-toe of her shoe to place a kiss on his cheek. "baby, don't be too hard on him." the guy went running. what a freaking puss. as soon as he was gone, the arm was gone from her side and she'd dropped hers from his waist as well. at least this guy wasn't seriously hitting on her.
extending her hand, she took his and shook it, though her small hand was overpowered by his much larger one. "i'm harper." she informed him. "and please don't read too much into that kiss thing, i'm british, it's just what we do." the last thing she needed was this guy suddenly thinking that he had an in because he'd rescued her and she'd gone along with it. in all honesty, she probably couldn't have handled it herself, but the guy seemed nice enough and had good enough intentions, she didn't want to burst his bubble.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Jul 20, 2012 10:22:30 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF only eight times out of ten did something like this actually work when dante tried to initiate it. and a lot of the reasons why it did work was just because of his appearance. sure, he was covered in tattoos, most days he wore guyliner, and he had a hoop through the left side of his nose, but that still didn't stop a lot of the women he ran into from thinking he was at least a little attractive. so whenever he stepped in to play hero, most of them went with it. he'd been a bit iffy with this one, just because she definitely didn't seem like his normal damsel in distress types, but she had taken his help without a fuss, and he was grateful that he at least didn't have to have that awkward situation on his hands. of course, he wasn't expecting her to get so.. into it, though. most girls usually didn't, simply because he was still a stranger, no matter how good of a fake boyfriend he played off.
the kiss on the cheek definitely wasn't expected, but it made his smile more genuine, so it played perfectly into the little skit. after he'd taken his leave, however, he took his space again and turned his attention to her. she was a beautiful brunette that he'd never seen before, and for him, that was a little rare. sure, he got the odd tourist here and there that he didn't recognize, but he usually saw them after that a few times (and not in his flat, surprisingly). but with her, she was extremely different- clearly wasn't even from this side of the ocean. it took a lot not to get himself sucked into her eyes, but after blinking away the thoughts for a moment, he was able to concentrate on the handshake a bit better.
at her name, he nodded his head with a larger smirk. it felt good to be around someone who had no idea who he was, and as far as he was concerned, he'd let it stay that way until she either found out on her own, or someone blew his cover for him. "sure, s'long as you don't get flattered over me coming to rescue you; it's a one-time deal sorta thing." chuckling, making it obvious he was just kidding around, he scratched the nape of his neck a bit sheepishly. "did you move here, or are you just visiting?" he asked shortly after his chuckle had died down. "lot warmer than europe.. i kind of miss the gloom now and then." he continued to muse, almost forgetting that for all she knew, he could've never seen outside of the small town. but, of course, touring had taken him to a lot of places, the united kingdom being one of the more popular spots across the water.
dante'd been curiously glancing around, like he did in normal conversation, and he got a glimpse of the guy who'd been trying to get in a good word with harper. without hesitation, he wrapped his arm nonchalantly around harper's shoulders, slowly shifting his gaze from the male to her. "since he seems to be sticking around," he started, whispering it more to her rather than saying it, just in case his voice carried. "you wanna finish up together? i mean, if you think you can keep up with me, that is. i don't wanna put my "girlfriend" to shame, or piss her off because her endurance sucks." grinning widely, he glanced back towards her bag, shrugging his shoulders modestly. "or we could go grab a bite to eat. after a shower, obviously, but it's the least you could let me do for saving you from top-dog douchebag over there.
or, we could just do both. i'm not a picky person." he was, however, very stubborn and persistent when he wanted something. and catching a bite with her seemed like a good lunch break.
[atrb=style, background-color: 202020;]unst unst unsttt.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 22, 2012 22:49:41 GMT -5
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most people were not harper leon, though. which meant, they weren't quite as bold as her. or, occasionally, impulsive. harper didn't do anything half ass, so if she was going to sit here and pretend this guy was her boyfriend, it was going to be a believable show. what was the point in doing something if you weren't going to do it the best you could? this was a seriously minor scale, of course, but no sense in it being less than legit looking.
she took a moment to think about him, to study. he was kind of rugged looking, like the type that you should normally be intimidated by, but is some how not a terrible guy. more bark than bite, by appearance, but she would just go ahead and assume his bite matched his bark, better safe than sorry. he was tough looking. he looked like the guy you would find in a bar. she wasn't sure how to feel about him, though. one thing she did know was that he was charming and that was automatic trigger for her to put some sort of guard up. not a visible guard, but one she kept there, just in case he was the type of guy to try something.
in case it wasn't obvious, harper was the type to judge people upon meeting them. probably having something to do with her coming from a fairly wealthy family. they didn't help her attitude about anything. however, she wasn't judging to look down on people, she was judging to determine the type of person she was dealing with. and, if she needed to, protect herself from said people. like, right now, for example, she wasn't sure how to feel about the way he was looking at her. it was like he appreciated looking at a woman. she squinted her eyes at him a little bit as they shook hands wondering if he would get over whatever it was he was stuck on. something changed on his face and he had apparently gotten over it. thank goodness.
he tried to be friendly to her, relating to her and trying to make her feel comfortable. and he seemed like a decent guy so far, "only get one rescuing huh?" she asked with a smile, not that a rescue was something harper really needed. she kind of laughed at his mention of europe, though. so far, her experiences with guys who had "been to europe" wasn't exactly a good one. guys would lie to make it seem like they knew something about where she was from, but she tried to reserve judgement for this guy. maybe, you know, he had been to london. "oh, what parts of europe have you been to?" she asked him. it was pretty easy to tell when people were lying about traveling once you got them talking about it.
it seemed that harper wasn't exactly a trusting person. early on, she learned people would try and take advantage of you, and that was something she refused to let happen. nothing would go on without her being in control of it. it ended up making her a generally difficult person to get to know. she recognized this major flaw in her personality, so she at least tried to catch herself in the act and let herself trust some people. and, if she wanted to throw all her inhabitions away, she could do that. but it was her choice, not someone else's. control freak, if you will. another personality flaw! man, harper was chock full of them, wasn't she? she hid them like any normal fucked up person would do, obviously.
and in a moment, his arm was around her again and he was whispering in her ear. again, charming, isn't he? it kind of made her smile, though. it was always fun having a nice looking guy wrap their arms around you. she laughed. "i think you'll be the one having trouble keeping up...but i mean, you can try." she turned to face him, running a hand down his arm and then grabbing his hand, squeezing it and walking backwards towards her tredmill she'd previously claimed. she stopped just short of it, lacing her fingers with his. "and this" she gestured towards her hand a little bit "means nothing." she whispered to him again with a coy smile. she hopped up on her tredmil and began pushing the buttons up, her speed increasing. she looked back over at him and shrugged a little before the tred starting moving too quickly. "but, you know, if you last through my work out, you can buy me lunch, i guess." pushing the buttons up more and more, harper gained speed until she was going at a full on run.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Jul 26, 2012 10:40:47 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF it didn't click until she asked what parts of europe that he'd been to, that she probably thought he was just trying to get in her pants in a more creative way than the guy he'd scared off. rubbing the back of his neck, he closed his eyes in thought, trying to remember their last tour cycle in europe. "southampton, norwich, wolverhampton, manchester, nottingham, london, leeds, cardiff, newcastle, and glasgow. i've been all over, but those were our last tour dates in europe. we stopped in liverpool after london, but it was only for dinner, so.." he shrugged his shoulders as he ended his explanation, hoping it was enough for her to realize that he hadn't just said it to win her interest or affections. "my favourite was manchester, though. really nice hooter bars." grinning, he hoped she wouldn't take any offence to his slight joke. slight meaning he was only half kidding; they really did have some nice hooter bars, but he didn't want her thinking that's all he cared about.
at her injection that she'd agree if he kept up with her, his eyes popped a bit and his mouth went a little slack with fake shock and offence. "but baaaaby," he whined, trying to keep his smile from coming through it. "you told me you'd never tell anyone about my fifteen minute stamina capacityyyy." he let her lead him away from the spot they had been standing, however, carrying on as they made their way back to the treadmills. he hadn't even realized she'd been using one earlier; probably one of the only reasons why he got his chance right now to hit on her and make friends, because he might've been that idiot trying to spark a way into her pants if he had been the first one there. "it means i'm already starting to grow on you," he muttered back with a teasing grin, not taking her distant claim to heart. he was more than aware that it was strictly like a business deal, and dante had no issues treating it as such, even after what's-his-nuts took off. all he wanted, right now, was to make friends. he'd already been able to joke around her a little bit without her flipping a lid, and dante loved not doing anything serious. if she could handle his silly antics in a situation like this, he was more than positive that she'd be fine in a regular situation with his silliness.
getting on the treadmill beside hers, he started the machine up and started to increase the speed, his feet walking with the tempo as it grew. he was just about to glance up and ask her about the lunch idea when she interjected before he had a chance. smirking instantly, his eyebrows rose with playfulness. "oh really? you guess, huh? so, mcdonald's, then?" grinning, he laughed it off and shook his head, starting up a jog. pushing the up arrow a few more times, he waited to see how the speed was before turning it up a few more notches. "what if i told you i didn't have any money, and working out was the only thing that's kept me surviving all these homeless years?" arching a brow in her direction, he waited for some sort of witty response. she seemed like she had a strong backbone, one that wouldn't snap unless under physical pressure. "maybe the only time i can eat a nice meal is when there's a pretty woman getting harassed, hm?"
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Jul 30, 2012 11:12:14 GMT -5
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tour dates, huh? well, just because he was a musician, didn't mean she was going to hop rght into his pants like he probably expected her to. he would have to really work for anything like that. he seemed like the kind of guy that was used to getting whichever piece of ass he chose that day. she'd assumed that about him from the moment she fully assessed him earlier. and giving herself up to everyone wasn't really harper's style. so, if there were ever a perspective person for her to sleep with, they better really try. and, like gambit said, maybe she did need to get laid, eventually. it was pretty cool that he'd actually been to europe, though, instead of being just anoter ass hole that lies about it. he was just a different kind of ass hole. "well, aren't you just so cultural?" she asked with a half smile, not trying seem like she aproved of him knowing so much about her home.
harper rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't quite hold back the smile. how innapropriate was he? maybe being friends with gambit had really helped her out because nothing seemed to shock her anymore. he had prepared her for anything and everything someone else could throw at her. her friends in london weren't exactly saints, but they had nothing on gambit. he was one of a kind, but his friendship had helped her out, aparently, since his little comment hadn't phased her all that much. a little laugh escaped her lips as he muttered something under his breath. growing on her? eh. "we'll see about that." it may take him a little longer to get under her skin. he was pretty good at it so far, but hadn't quite gotten there. his silly antics were pretty mild to her so far, but she liked silly people. most of her friends were guys, at this point, she had very few girls in her life that she really trusted to be around. which was ironic, since most guys were less trustworthy, in a lot of cases. but befriending guys had always been a learning experience. by being friends with guys, she learned how they worked, so she knew how to deflect the idiots that tried anything with her. and at that point, she knew how to manipulate that if she really wanted to. but that wasn't her thing.
money wasn't important to harper, only because it had always been so important to her parents. they made too big of a deal over money. she would rather be a hobo and doing what she loved that being stuck in miserable jobs like them and having cash. it was just pointless. "well, then mcdonald's it is." he was still paying, though. it was a little harder to talk while she was mid jog, but she'd gotten used to this type of thing, so it wasn't really inhibiting her in an way. "it's a good thing you have your priorities straight, then. know how to take care of yourself. not a dumbass hobo, at the least." she paused for a moment, thinking about whether or not he was a hobo. "i reserve judgement on that last part." she turned her head to look at him, to guage his reaction to her practically calling her a dumb ass. at the least, calling him a potential dumb ass. "if you would think that my payment for you 'rescuing' me is a meal, you'd be wrong on that one." she laughed a little through it so he would know she wasn't being rude. "i'm sure there are other damsels out that there are actually in distress that will buy you food." she offered him lightly. the tred was pretty consistant, and harper's heart rate had increased, but she wasn't quite feeling out of breath. how long before her running partner would give, she wondered.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 2, 2012 14:23:54 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF there was more than a small sense of sarcasm coming from harper's cultural statement, and knowing better, dante kept his mouth shut rather than chance offending her. he knew that he wasn't trying to share an interest in where she came from because he was trying to get into her pants, but he figured she would stay suspicious for a while, just from the way things had started off. not to mention, around a place like carmel, he expected that a lot of people with accents of any kind were sought out a lot more because of it, and eventually, he could see how that would get really annoying. he shared that kind of annoyance with some fans sometimes, their constant hounding for pictures or autographs at the worst times really got underneath his skin. but he had to grit his teeth most of the time and put up with it anyway, because without the fans, where would the band be? but with harper's situation, she didn't need to make friends in a gym, so he understood why she was coming off a bit more defensive about this sort of thing than someone else might. if dante was in her shoes, he'd probably be doing the exact same.
the idea of mcdonald's for lunch didn't sound like that bad of an idea, at least to dante. the more it started to settle in, the more his stomach started to enjoy the idea of sinking his teeth into a big mac. sure, the working out he was doing now would seem maybe a tad bit pointless, just to head over to the one and only fast food joint that carmel had, but dante didn't give a fuck. most of his work out ethnic had only started because of his drinking habits, and it was probably the only healthy thing he did in his current daily habits. and, from her lack of objection to the fast food restaurant, dante wasn't that concerned with her saying it was too run down, or low-class for the likes of her. it wasn't like he had planned on stopping in to eat, anyway; just go through the drive thru and find somewhere nice to eat. bad food, but a good view. it'd be the perfect combination to prove that he really wasn't just some creep, trying to score himself some panties-points.
releasing a chuckle when she started to poke fun at him, he shook his head in response and tapped the up arrow twice for the speed increase. "dumb ass isn't something i've heard for a while. usually it's asshole, but not dumb ass," he started with amusement, glancing back towards her through his strides. he couldn't keep the grin off his face as she continued, saying that there were plenty of other women who needed his help, and who might be more willing to feed his hungry stomach. "awwwh, but harper," he whined, though his grin made it a bit more playful than he'd wanted. "i already spent so much energy saving you, and everyone here now thinks that i'm your hubby. if i go off, saving other damsels, and one of them recognizes me from you, what am i gonna say?" letting out another chuckle, unable to keep himself completely contained and in character, he had to pull his gaze from her so he didn't end up putting a stitch in his side from laughing, and possibly make an ass of himself on the treadmill. "i guess it is a good thing i'm not a dumb ass hobo, and i've got enough on me for lunch without pulling out the credit card."
the minutes ticked past, and with it so did the songs blaring in dante's farthest ear from harper. he had no idea what time it was on the actual clock, but he knew that his internal clock was screaming at him to stop running and to get something to eat. even if it was something gross and healthy, his stomach would be more than overjoyed to consume it right now. so, much to his best efforts, he let her win by being the first to throw his towel in, in essence. but he made it clear that it was just because if he didn't stop, the pain in his stomach would probably, eventually, grow into his legs, and jogging wouldn't be any fun anymore, no matter how good the scenery was beside him. "i'm gonna grab a quick shower, if you wanna meet outside in about.. ten minutes?" he asked after he gathered his things, idly wiping the back of his neck off with the towel he'd used earlier. after hearing her response, he headed into the male's locker room and immediately stripped his wet tee shirt off his back.
tossing it onto the bench space he always usually claimed, when it was available at least, he grabbed his bag and made sure he'd remembered to bring fresh clothes. there'd been a few times where he'd forgotten, which seems a little far fetch considering everyone who went to a gym to work out realized they'd either have to bring fresh clothes, or sit around in their sweaty ones. but dante wasn't always the most memorable person. getting into the shower, he made it quick, just taking the sweat and heat off, replacing it with the very good smell of old spice body wash. after his hair was rinsed of conditioner, he turned the shower off and draped a towel around his waist, wasting no time in getting back to his things in order to get re-dressed.
minutes later, he was exiting the locker room with his bag slung over his shoulder, his hair still sticking up from the moisture that still clung to it, and his aviators already covering his eyes. he was set to walk out into the sun, and even with the sunglasses on, he still squinted just a bit until his eyes came to rest on harper. approaching her, he pointed over to the black '67 chevorlet impala tucked snugly in a corner parking spot, letting a proud smile overwhelm his features. "there's my baby!" he called, letting her know that he was heading over towards that vehicle in particular. "if you're still hellbent on me buying you unhealthy food, hop on in." stopping in his movements, he did a one eighty and started to head towards his beauty.
tossing his gym back into the back seat, he pulled open the driver's door and slipped in. taking his time to pull out his keys, he slowly worked the key into the ignition and turned, letting the engine rev to life. whether harper joined him for lunch or not was completely her decision, but dante knew one thing for sure: he was going to mcdonald's with or without her.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 8, 2012 20:53:04 GMT -5
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harper wasn't trying to offend dante by being rude, it's just sort of how she came off. a long, long time ago, she was probably a sweet little kid. innocent, one might even say. but for whatever reason, harpers brain just didn't function like her parents and she didn't submit herself to what was expected of her, she felt like there was more out there for her. and, along the way, that made her protective of her heart. harper didn't trust people, they were too selfish. ironic that the reason harper didn't trust people was that they were selfish...yet she was a selfish person herself. go figure, that's the human mind for you. so, no, harper couldn't believe that dante legitimately wanted to share an interest with her without some sort of alterior motive, so, yes, harper came off like a bitch with her sarcasm, not that it was intended to be that way in the first place. it was instinct she couldn't control.
girls that were too high class to have a good fast food meal didn't go along well with a girl like harper. she looked pretty and fragile and all that, but that image quickly gets unasociated with her. and she liked it that way. mcdonald's would be perfect for her. after she worked out, something extremely greasy that would totally defeat the purpose of working out called to her appetitie. who didn't want that? that was the whole point of working out, so that you could eat what you wanted. harper tended to burn a lot of calories during her day, so she could usually eat whatever the hell she wanted. this habit will catch up to her as soon as she turns 30, but then she'll just have to work out more, and won't that be bitch? or she could diet. but fuck that.
she laughed a little bit. it was a little bit hilarious to think of harper having a "hubby". commitments hadn't been strong in her past, so commiting to this guy she'd just met. hell, it's a riot. she shrugged the best she could mid jog, and said "i guess you're stuck with me, then, huh?" harper didn't want to be stuck with him. there was nothing wrong with joking, though. he seemed like the type of guy that was afraid of comitment himself, he reeked of man-whore, but sometimes, that wasn't so bad. harper personally never indulged man whores and didn't necessarilly aprove of their habits, but far bit it for harper to judge them for finding a little pleasure in their lives. everybody had to have it, some people just found it in different places. guys tended to find it in sex, but whatever works for them, works. harper had to relieve herself in that respect occasionally, too. everyone did. and, at the moment, there was no one in her life to make that happen for her. just herself, and, lets be honest, that gets boring after awhile. "oh, so you are paying for my big mac? you know how to treat a girl, huh?" a smile crossed her face, but she did appreciate it. normally, she she would have one of those independent woman complexes about her that prevented her from allowing someone else to pay for her things, but some times, guys just deserved to pay for it. and if he was offering, why would she turn him down?
as time went past, they stopped talking a lot and concentrated more on working out, running endlessly. whenever his tred came to a stop, harper felt relieved. she could have kept going, but her heart was racing and she was getting really bored of running. there was only so much running she could take before she wanted something else to do. him stopping was a great situation since it prevented her ego from getting hurt. and harper did have an ego when it came to working out. when he mentioned a meeting in ten minutes, she slowed her tredmill to a stop and made a face of disbelief. "you want me to shower in ten minutes? uh, no way." she kept her face straight and broke out into a smile. "na, i'm just fuckin with you, i'll see you in ten." she breezed past him towards the shower, picking up her bag, ready to get the sweat off of her. the women's bathroom was vacant, so it only took a little while for her to shower. by the time she'd gotten dressed, she was walking out of the shower room, bag thrown over her shoulder, and towel drying her hair. dante had finished before her, but from the looks of it, not much earlier.
harper was heading towards him, smile on her face, viewing his vehicle that he was so obviously in love with. it was a gorgeous car, just another reason why it was probably easy for this guy to get laid. harper vaguely wondered how many times he'd had sex in his car. probably a few. she shook that thought from her head and said "hell yes, you are still buying me unhealthy food. i'm fucking starving." a lot of the girls he'd bothered to take out to eat probably wouldn't eat as honestly as harper would. she didn't believe in acting like a rabit, eating tiny bits at a time. how in the fuck could she get a large neough calorie intake to keep up with how many calories she burned if she was busy eating like she had the stomach of a small child? it just didn't work out. harper would pig out, and he may or may not be disgusted by that. either way, harper didn't really care. she threw her bag in the back seat as he did and slipped in the passengers seat. she didn't like how different the cars were here, it would be dificult for her to learn to drive here.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 16, 2012 13:48:35 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF it was more than refreshing to see that harper hadn't taken a million hours to get herself showered and redressed. if there was one thing dante hated most about women, it was that they took extremely long showers. and most of the time, they didn't even really do anything in the time after their shower but stare in the mirror and fix the same strands of hair that never really change. he understood taking time to look good, because he did that almost every time he was going to face the public, but he did it in a timely manner. but that just seemed to be one of the many different things that harper actually had going for her, rather than the usual bustle that even carmel's young women had started to carry around. it was kind of sad, really; you try and escape places like fake hollywood, and you end up in the middle of a bunch of real people, who all just act fake.
"good," he started with a smirk, actually amused by her enthusiasm. "mcdick's and starving is a good combination."
after she'd joined him, he put the gear into reverse and backed out of his parking spot. pulling into the driveway that lead to the road, dante stopped to wait for traffic and glanced towards harper. "i can't believe you didn't think i'd pay for you, sweetheart," he sounded off with a cheeky grin, carrying on their earlier conversation from the treadmill. "i don't wanna make you think that i'm buying dinner for another woman, now do i?" unable to keep his chuckle sustained, he pulled out into their lane and focused back on the road. at least, with his eyes and most of his senses. he didn't want to pay too much attention to her, considering it'd make it seem like he was extremely interested. and usually when guys did that, that meant that they were only interested in one thing. plus, arriving at mcdonald's would be a lot better than crashing and dying on the way there instead.
once he had pulled into the parking lot, dante didn't bother going towards the parking spaces. instead, he steered the car into the drive thru's line up, only one car ahead of them. while they waited, he leaned forward and pressed the sound dial in, unmuting the radio. turning it down a little, so that it was more so background noise, he reclined in his seat and glanced back over towards her. opening his mouth to say something, it dawned on him that he had a bag of lays still sitting in the backseat from his last stoner trip. closing his mouth, he put the car in park and undid his seatbelt to lean into the back and grab the bag. it was still unopened, and unfortunately original, but they were still amazing chips. popping the bag open, he grabbed two and offered it towards harper, setting it down between them. "dessert's coming first, i guess," he said between crunches with a bit of a smirk, putting the car back in drive.
once the car ahead had moved up, he pulled up to the speaker and rolled his window the rest of the way down. leaning his arm out the side, he tapped the door lightly, waiting for someone to say something. "welcome to mcdonald's, my name is tiffany. what can i get you today?" glancing from harper out the window, dante skimmed the menu with his eyes for a moment before speaking. "just two big mac combos, tiff." the order started to display on the screen underneath the speaker, and dante was about to pull up behind the car ahead of them when she chimed back in. "and to drink, dante?" he had completely forgotten about harper's drink, as well as his own. "i'll take my usual, and a.. hold on," he trailed off, looking back over at harper to fill in what she wanted to drink for him. once he received it, he leaned back towards the window and finished the order off. she didn't need to tell him the total, considering he made at least one trip here a week, and doubling his usual order wasn't very hard.
when they reached the only window they had, dante pulled out his wallet and handed tiffany his credit card. she flashed him a knowing smile and rang it through. after handing the card back, she got their bag ready to be collected. "and here you are, mister collins," she spoke as she leaned out, a little more than necessary, to hand him the bag with their food. dante tried his best to advert his gaze from her easily exposed cleavage, especially since he was in the car with a girl he didn't really know all that well, but when it was flung in your line of sight, it was a little hard. taking the bag, he settled it beside them against the seat, arranging the lays bag to rest near the edge of the seat against it. lastly, he grabbed the drinks and put them in the enforced cup holders in the dash. "thanks tiff. have a good day." he called out as he pushed the gas once everything was settled, glad to be out of that situation a little more than he usually was.
once they were a safe distance away, dante grabbed his drink and took a sip of the root beer. putting it back, he breathed out a sigh of relief, trying to ignore the fact that a sixteen year old brat working at mcdonald's wouldn't stop trying to hit on him. "and that's the reason why we're not eating there. suggestions on locations, maybe?" he asked, when they hit a stop light. "unless taking you back to my bar wouldn't be weird or anything. it's not like it'd be deserted, so, there's no chance for any creepy saw scenarios."
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 16, 2012 16:30:11 GMT -5
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harper made herself comfortable in her passenger's seat and observed her surroundings. the car was obviously expensive, but it was comfortable. not too showy, but the value of it was apparent. she liked it, a lot. she reached up and pulled the visor down to see if it had a mirror. it didn't. she laughed a little bit and said "oh yes, can't be buying dinner for other women. i usually just pay for myself. kind of how i am." it was good she hadn't buckled her seat belt quite yet. she turned around and reached into the front pocket of her gym back, pulling out a coin purse that contained her make up and belly button rings. as well as a compact that would come in handy. harper was used to putting make up on in cars, she didn't like to spend too much time in the bathroom getting ready, so this was just more convenient. she situated herself back in her seat and unzipped the back, pulling out a compact mirror and eyeliner. she managed to put the eyeliner on with one hand while holding the compact with the other. after finishing that, she put on a tinsy bit of eyeshadow to make her eyes smokey. it wasn't that harper cared all that much about putting make up, but without at least a little bit, she felt like she looked dead. and she didn't plan on working out any more tonight, so at least it would serve a purpose. she put the make up back in the back and then fished out a belly button ring that was a bit nicer than the one she was wearing. lifting up her shirt, she twisted the one she'd worked out in off and put in the fancier one. smiling in satisfaction, she turned around to put the coin purse back in her make up back. "sorry bout that, sweetie, just trying to look good for you." she looked at him out of the corner of her eyes and tried to not chuckle at herself.
the music was on and they were in the drive thru before she knew it. well, that didn't take long. harper contemplated figuring out her own order, but he'd taken the liberty of ordering for her. good enough. "sprite." she prompted when asked for her drink. she leaned over him a bit and spoke into the intercom. "and no pickles on one of those please." she said into the speaker. it was so weird that he just knew people like he did. harper barely knew anyone around here, only some guys and a girl or two. harper wasn't the type of person to approach people just to make friends. people usually approached her, so most of her friends ended up being guys. there were some that she had made the first move with, but that was pretty rare for her. she reached for one of the chips that he'd put in between them and crunched through a few after that. they were so salty and delicious. just like the fries would be. the girl was a little bit obnoxious at the window. just to spite her, harper reached over and put a hand on dante's knee. "thanks so much, tiffany." she called to the girl before they pulled out of drive thru. after they left, harper pulled her hand away from his knee and rolled her eyes. "i can rescue you too, right? that's how this works?" a smile crossed her face at the thought of this guy needing a rescue. he seemed like he would welcome a girl coming onto him, but at least he had standards, not wanting to get into it with a girl that was years and years younger than him, probably not legal by anymeans.
"girls really just throw themselves at you, don't they?" she asked. there had to be a reason for this. sure, he was attractive and had a certain appeal about him, but girls didn't throw themselves at a guy like they were for him just because he was good looking. maybe it was the money that he obviously had. or maybe he was harder to get than she expected he was, not that she was trying to get him or anything. then he mentioned going to his bar. maybe that was it, he owned a freaking bar, for christs sake. there must be something more to that, people didn't typically just buy bars, they had to have money in the first place. "take me where you want, i'm open for prety much anything. the bar seems cool." she shrugged a little bit and reached over into the back that was hopefully hers. she pulled out a fry and looked over at him, hoping he wouldn't be bothered that she was already nibbling before they actually got to wherever they were going. "here." she pulled one out and held it out for him to eat if he wanted it. "thanks for the food, by the way." harper didn't like letting other people pay for her food, she liked paying for herself, or letting her parents pay. it was their obligation, not the people around here. that's part of the reason she wanted a car. she was always bumming rides off gambit or anyone else around in order to get to the places that were a little too far. it was a pain in the ass and made her feel needy. she didn't like that.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 18, 2012 10:56:46 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF to be honest, dante found it a little cute when she started to glance around the car. he'd never really been without the impala, since his father had left it to rot in the garage for most of dante's childhood. but after he'd fixed it up, or rather hired mechanics to fix her up, it's been his baby ever since. the way she looked if there was a mirror in the visor almost made him want to apologize, but it wasn't really his fault- the car was built correctly for the time that its year was, and back then, there weren't mirrors at easily accessible places unless they were for traffic. but, alas, she'd pulled out her own mirror in no time, and his amusement only started to grow. "hey, no worries," he began, laughing a bit between his words. "just as long as you're already in the car, take as much time as you want in front of that thing."
dante hadn't even double-thought about explaining to harper why the girl on the other end of the speaker knew his name. or, rather, his name, his voice, most of his guitar solos and where they started in what songs. she was a grade a groupie who probably wouldn't have an idea as to who he was if he hadn't grown up in carmel. but that was a lot of the reasons why dante liked it here, too- he knew everyone. or, at least, most of the people here. and they knew him. it was friendly, relaxing. almost everyone felt like family, and in california, that was a rare feeling to get with your neighbours. and he cherished it, whether or not he let on to the people around that he actually did.
at the feel of harper's hand on his knee, dante almost jumped. he hadn't been expecting the pressure, but once he'd glanced down and heard harper's almost malicious words, a smirk started to roll onto his face. tiffany instantly casted her a dirty glare, but dante didn't linger long enough to see the full extent of the look. "i didn't think i'd ever need that kind of saving," he admitted with a bit of a chuckle. "but i like the way you think, harper." his chuckle only grew louder when she asked if girls threw themselves at him. he shrugged his shoulders slowly, trying to find some way to be modest without actually being modest. "heh, well, you could say that. a lot of them just want to say they've been with me. and a lot of them say it anyway, even if they haven't been. it's just.. a status thing for a lot of people. not that i mind. i'm not in it for the glory, you could say. just for the ride." wow. that came out a lot worse than he'd filtered it in his head, but that only made his laughter harder. "no pun intended."
he was a little more than glad that she was willing to go to blur. after a good work out, the only thing dante usually wanted to do afterwards was sit at home and eat something amazing. in this case, mcdonald's. usually he only had his employees for company, where he'd sit down at the bar and eat his lunch before heading up to his flat for video games, or some jamming. but today he wasn't sure where they'd eat; he knew that most of the booths would be open, sure, but would she really wanna eat her mcdonald's in a bar? he'd offer her a chance to see the flat and eat up there, but if she didn't take it, he wouldn't be too worried about it. she looked like a girl who could handle herself in a bar, especially when it wasn't even after normal work hours, so he let his troubles slide easily off his back. "i like to think it's better than cool, but that's just because it's mine," he cracked a small joke. his attention was distracted by the extended fry, and after arching an eyebrow, he slowly leaned forward and sunk his teeth into the opposite end of which she was holding. pulling it from her grip, he pulled it into his mouth the rest of the way and chewed, swallowing soon after. "don't worry about it, we had a deal. i'm a man of my word."
only three stop lights and a few stop signs after, dante was pulling into the building's driveway, and turning around the bend in the back alley to his usual parking spot. putting the gear in park and cutting the engine, dante instantly grabbed for his bag and dug his hand into his own fries. pulling a few out, he popped them into his mouth and smiled contently through his chews. popping his seatbelt off, he opened his door after pocketing his keys and got out. lifting his bag of mdconald's onto the roof, he then returned inside the car enough to grab his bag from the backseat, considering he hadn't wanted the modified version of the car with front and back doors. slinging that over his shoulder, he grabbed his drink from the cup holder and then closed his door. gathering the take out bag in his free hand, he waited for harper to grab her own food. "you can leave your bag in the back if you want, i can just drop you off at your place after we're done. or if you wanna walk, you can just grab it out when you leave; i don't lock her up until night."
leading the way into the back door that lead into the employees section of the bar, he waited until she was in before him and then closed the door behind himself. nodding his head in greeting to a few of his workers, he didn't bother stopping to ask them how their day was going considering they were on their breaks themselves. not only that, but he had all the time in the world to ask them how they were doing; it wasn't every day that he met a girl like harper. "now, we have two choices," he started as he lead her to the saloon-styled doors that opened to behind the bar. "we can eat down here with everyone else, or we can eat upstairs." glancing up to indicate where he was talking about, he glanced back at her and smiled. "my flat's up there, so it might be a bit more cozier, but i'm good with whatever. either way, i gotta head up to put my bag away. so, stay or come; up to you. make yourself at home if you don't."
setting his drink down on the bar long enough to open up the door to get into the public side of the place, he grabbed his drink once more, (leaving the door open for harper) and headed towards the door that lead to the only stairs besides the fire escape in the back that lead up to his flat.
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Aug 19, 2012 1:24:39 GMT -5
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harper knew that this was an older car, and it probably would have been a crme if he'd updated it too much. the only thing that maybe needed to be updated beyond the model year of the car was an AC system. it was california, it got here here sometimes, and that was becoming less of a luxery and more of a necessity these days. there weren't a whole lot of areas that didn't come standard issue with air conditioning. harper couldn't wait to find her car. it would have AC. "please, it takes me like ten minutes to get ready, make-up and all." it was good that he appreciated her trying to look good, but not trying to take up too much time to do so. harper didn't like girls that stood in front of the mirror for hours. really, there was just no reason for it. it shouldn't even be possible. there was only so much one person could do to make themselves look better. at some point, you just have to give up and move on.
she almost laughed. did he not need that kind of saving because he normally welcomed that behavior or he didn't think he'd ever be in that situation? "i wouldn't want you to run risk of being called a pedophile, now would i?" harper would probably never save him from that situation again until they went to mcdonalds again, probably holding hands and acting obnoxiously cute with each other in front of tiffany until they could hide in their booth and laugh about how completely awful that had been. and it seemed that he would do a lot of saving for her, too. sometimes, guys didn't back off with just her words. it was actually kind of obnoxious, they would just insist on imposing themselves upon her, thinking that she was playing hard to get by telling them to back off. it only made them try harder when, really, harper meant back the fuck up whenever she said so.
again, why would fucking dante put a girl in some sort of social pedestal? "you must really be hot shit around here, then. i almost feel bad that i haven't heard of you." that was probably a statement he wasn't used to hearing. it seemed that a lot of people around here knew him, he most likely grew up here. that's how this city seemed to be, you were either here for your whole life, or you're just stopping in to admire how quiant the damn place was. "should i be honored to be in the car with you, or worrying about my reputation?" she was completely joking, harper didn't have much of a reputation here, she hadn't been here long enough, and, quite frankly, she could give a damn what people though. it did almost make him seem like a whore, though, just from the image he created. a lot of women probably fucked him and a lot of women lied about fucking him. that's a lot of girls that he's fucked to the public eye. so, him taking a girl around in his car really shouldn't have been a surprise to the young girl at mcdonald's. she'd probably bitch about it on her blog later. kids these days.
if they were going t a bar, that meant that harper could get something to drink, and getting something to drink was so refreshing after a long work out. it just did something for the muscles, relaxed them even more, made her feel more comfortable, happier. "i guess that's how i feel about my apartment. it's nothing special, but it's mine, so i love it." harper hadn't had to work insanely hard to get the place, but she'd worked her ass of decorating and organizing it to her particular liking. harper wans't OCD, but she was neat. and being neat took effort, and a lot of it. months went by that harper was driven mad by the lack of organization in her home. "yeah yeah, but next time you've got to let me pay. asserting myself as an independent woman will make me feel better about myself, i swear." the tone towards the end was extremely sarcastic, paying would not help her sense of self worth and assering her feminine independence did not add to her self esteem by any means, but that's what some women did. they just refused to let men pay for them because they were jsut so damn proud and blahblahblah, it was bull shit. but, it made them feel content with themselves, so whatever helped them sleep at night.
harper wasn't really interested in walking home. her house wasn't far from here, but it was far enough that harper wanted to be lazy. she left got out of the car as after the arrived at the bar that apparently belonged to this man and closed the door behind her, leaving the bag in the back seat. "nah, you can take me home later. i'm sure my bag will be safe in your back seat." anybody that tried to steal from dante was probably a straight up moron. his aura did not resemble that of a bunny's. it was more that of a large cat; intimidating, ready to pounce if need be, dangerous, but just so damn cute you can't help but wanting to play with it, even though you know you shouldn't.
he led her into the back employee's entrance, so she followed close behind, looking around the place. he introduced her to the front area, where the bar was, but then offered to eat upstairs where he lived, too. that would probably be the route she took, but she set her food down on a nearby surface and said "yeah, i'll be right up. i'm gonna make myself a drink, assuming that's alright." she head out through the door to the behind the bar area. it may not be appropriate for her to be back here, mixing up her own drink, but to hell with it. it took her a moment to combine the mint, sugar, water, lime juice, and rum. she didn't know her way around this area, so she ended up having to use the flat end of a handle to something near by to smash the mint leaves into the bottom of the cup. she added the rest and stirred. sipping it, she smiled to herself, satisfied, and made her way back behind the bar. harper and her mom had managed to find a common ground on one thing and one thing only; alcohol. they spent some time mixing drinks for each other. her mom took the opportunity to have something in common with harper and went with it for awhile, so they got into mixing drinks together. that was about the only passtime they shared. ever. she nodded at some of the employees and then headed up the stairs to dante's flat. "i guess i should have asked if you wanted anything." she said alloud, assuming hed hear her. she took a seat at the table, not sure if he allowed people to eat on his couch (some people were anal about that shit) and took out her fries. she sipped her mojito, too. it didn't exactly go together, but it was still delicious.
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Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Aug 24, 2012 10:43:38 GMT -5
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[/style] | [atrb=style, width:252px;][atrb=valign, top] leave the bourbon on the shelf AND I'LL DRINK IT BY MYSELF "i really appreciate your concern, because i don't think having that slapped on my name would be very beneficial," he replied with a smirk, shaking his head at the thought. it was almost disturbing sometimes about the girls that crossed his path because of his career choices. not only did they want him because of his status in the music world, but he was obviously loaded; blur wasn't exactly a low-end bar. so if they weren't there for his dick, they were definitely there for his wallet. and when the age meter started to decrease, it was dante's worst nightmare. of course, women his age that were just out for his fame and money were easy to hit on and sleep with, since crushing it to them that they were just a one night thing never affected his mood. naturally, whenever he slept with someone who wasn just looking for a handout, he was much more gentlemen like about the entire situation, but he still made it clear that he wasn't looking for a budding romance. but, still. sixteen year olds? that was stepping over so many boundaries that dante had, it wasn't even laughable.
in fact, hearing harper say that she almost felt bad she didn't know him wasn't something he'd expected to hear. sure, he didn't expect her to really know the band, but at least have heard of him. he was one of the town's more successful businesses, so even just his first name in a string with blur's name it was usually passed around. but he wasn't offended, or felt like he needed to boast about his career to her or anything, but it made him feel a little bit.. underwhelmed for once in his life. he was finally meeting someone who didn't know him from television, or from growing up here. it was a completely clean slate, and she had decided to come with him on his adventure simply because she'd wanted to- not because she was expecting something out of it. "worried? nah," he chuckled, glancing over at her. "if anything, you might get a lot of glares, but i don't think your reputation would be tainted or anything." he figured she was kidding, but he had always loved to play along with jokes. "i grew up here, for starters. town like this, if you live here for more than five years, people don't forget your name. or your face. or the embarrassing time you fell out of your crush's tree, and balled your eyes out for three hours. it's a curse, sometimes." he refrained from mentioning anything about him being a lead guitarist, simply because he still wasn't really sure what kind of reaction he'd get. plus, he didn't want to seem like he was bragging, or trying to impress her about it. if she found out, she found out. if not, just one less person he'd have to act famous around (not that he acted famous around anyone, but he usually tried to keep himself in better check when people actually knew who he was.)
"are you kidding? fuck no, that's not alright." he dante called over his shoulder as he made his way towards the stairs to his flat, obviously joking about harper being allowed to mix herself a drink. he wasn't worried that she'd mess the place up, or start filling her pockets with tiny shot bottles of bacardi. plus, that gave him a chance to ditch his bag in his closet, and kick up his dirty laundry pile in order to lift it into his dirty hamper. it was a usual motion for dante to just let clothes fly where ever they landed, rather than actually lift the lid on the wicker basket and toss everything into there until he had to do laundry, but he didn't want to look like a complete slob to someone he barely knew. it wouldn't be the best first impression, now would it? of course, he didn't have enough time to wash the few dishes that were sitting in the sink, but dante wasn't worried about them at all; he'd shove them in the dishwasher whenever he got around to do it. if harper didn't like the few dirty dishes he had that hadn't fit into the previous load, tough luck. cleaning up his dirty laundry was almost like dante putting on a suit for someone's birthday. you better appreciate what you got, 'cause it wont be there for long, and it's all you're gonna get.
when he heard her voice, he smirked and shook his head, padding down the two steps that raised his bedroom area compared to the rest of the flat. grabbing hold of the fridge's door, he swung it open and pulled a budweiser from the door, raising it for harper to see. "already got my drink covered," he replied, all smile. "but if you stick around for a little, i might take you up on your offer. that looks pretty fuckin' awesome." closing the door to the fridge, he twisted the bottle's cap off and tossed it into the garbage. grabbing his mcdonald's bag, he carried it over to his living area, plopping down on the leather sofa positioned in front of the flat screen. "you're allowed to touch the leather, you know," he called casually, leaning back to tilt his head against the back of the couch, just so he could see her. smirking, he waved her over slowly, his opposite hand starting to dig into his bag without aim. "just.. don't spill your entire burger all over my shit. i don't wanna be cleaning up mcdick's special sauce for a week." chuckling, he straightened, and pulled out his burger's cardboard set up.
setting the bag on the table beside his beer, he hesitated from his food long enough to turn the tv on and toss it harper's way, before he opened up the box and started to smush his burger down that little bit, just to make sure that it remained intact while he started to eat it. and, unlike a lot of people he knew, dante had a very peculiar way of eating his mcdonald's big mac's, and burger king's whoppers. for some reason, the only way he could keep the burger from sliding in every which direction, making the buns and burger uneven, he had to eat it upside down. now, he'd been doing that for a while, so when he flipped the burger over in his grasp and took a large bite out of it, he thought nothing of it. but as he took his second bite, he glanced over towards harper, slowly realizing that he was opening himself up for some jokes. without thinking, he finished what was in his mouth and focused on her. "and no, before you ask, this isn't how i usually eat my food. only when i'm trying to impress my sweetheart,"
smirking, he looked back ahead at the tv and took another large bite, wondering to himself if this fake relationship string between them would ever end. dante definitely wasn't complaining- it'd been ages since he could call someone honey and not actually mean it, and not have them leave a hand print on his face for joking around.
[atrb=style, background-color: 202020;]this is sooooo late. ugh. i hope it's okay D:
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Post by HARPER AUSTIN LEON. on Oct 10, 2012 23:30:44 GMT -5
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harper didn't keep up with things in the states, for the most part. she didn't have cable or internet for the longest time, so if he made any sort of tabloid, she hadn't seen or heard about it. she didn't have a car, so she didn't listen to the radio a lot. his music was literally foreign to her. and she didn't have a lot of friends here, so she never caught wind of his name. as far as harper was concerned, dante was a normal guy. well, obviously not anymore, seeing that he is obviously wealthy and important for whatever reason, but until now, he was just another guy semi-hitting on her in a gym. but in a more creative way than the typical guy, so she had gone with it. harper would probably never understand the extent that he was famous. sure, she could figure out he has a band and all that, but it still wouldn't have a lot of meaning to her since she wasn't around for the hype of the music. he would forever be a normal rich guy. a talented, normal, rich guy at best. hopefully this lack of understanding of his impact on the musical world wouldn't grow to insult him. harper couldn't help but laugh a little bit at his anecdote of his childhood. poor guy. "i can understand that. it's almost like that where i come from, but it's more like no one forgets the time you took down another guy for pulling your hair in third grade. for some reason, people just don't wanna let that one go..." harper trailed off, pretending like she was remembering the good old days, but, in reality, that day sucked. she was immediate guy repelant until at least sixth grade, since her bullying of the opposite gender hadn't ended that day on the playground, and her parents put her in therapy for the first time at that point. they thought something was wrong with her, but, in reality, harper just didn't put up with ass holes.
harper didn't much take much to his sarcastic comment. he better feel damn lucky that she even knew how to make her own drinks. besides, it would give him a little time to tidy up his apartment, which she guessed wasn't in its tip top shape. Guys tended to let their homes go to trash if there weren't a lot of people coming in and out of them. even them, a lot of time, guys didn't give a fuck. harper could relate to guys in many, many ways. but this was not one of them, by any means. harper had to have everything on pointe, excuse the ballerina pun. in that respect, harper would be an ideal house wife. when it came to cooking? you're on you're own.
as he complimented her drink, harper simply shrugged. "what can i say, i'm a pro." she looked at his beer and back at his beer. "and i may take one of your beers if i stick around long enough." harper hadn't decided how to feel about him. he was funny, he was a smart ass, totally her type of person to hang around. but he seemed like he got around a lot, and that was the type of guy she always kept an eye out for. but, was it so bad that he did that? according to gambit, harper's lack of a sex life is what made her such a bitch all the time. and he seemed really relaxed. harper actually doubted that was what caused her to have such an attitude, but it made sense in gambit's head. of course, he was a total dick and he had sex all the time, so that right there should mute the argument.
the girl felt a little dumb sitting at the table now that he was sitting so comfortably on the couch. reluctantly, she picked up her food and drink, then mosied her way over to the couch and took a seat next to him. not awkwardly far away, but not obnoxiously close from him. she wasn't sure how comfortabl they were with each other just yet, so invading his personal space was not in her interests right now. she pulled her burger from her bag, and the fries, then flattened out the bag, setting them both on top. "oh no, i'm going to spill shit all over your beautiful couch." she picked up the burger and began to take a bite, eyeing him from the corner of her eye. after proving that she could successfully eat the burger without getting stuff all over the place, she shrugged. "i guess you're in luck. i don't have much...'special sauce' on my burger." she tried not to laugh, thinking about what he'd just said in a little more detail. "are you aware of how wrong that sounds? 'mcdick's special sauce' i mean, really." she couldn't help but giggle a little bit, then set her burger back down. it was time to drink a little more. she sipped from her glass and leaned back on the sofa, feeling relaxed. it wasn't like harper was an alcoholic, by any means, but it did relax her, she wouldn't deny it. sometimes, it just felt good to come home and make herself a drink, sit in her tub, and wind down. and sometimes, a drink after that.
looking over at him as he ate his burger, harper couldn't help but notice that he flipped it over. it wasn't like it was a particularly weird way to eat his food, but it was random. he needed to flip his burger over? really? she sort of laughed and rolled her eyes. "keep callin me your sweet heart and i'll start to believe you." she didn't want that to come across as her implying anything, like she would actually want to be his sweet heart, but it was just funny to her that they kept the cherade up past the gym. but it was all in good fun, it just wasn't what she was accustomed to her. people didn't use terms of affection with her that often. well, at least not in a way that wasn't creepy. she leaned forward and took another drink. breathing in, she almost wished she had a cigarette. harper didn't smoke often, it didn't go well with being an athlete, but sometimes, it went well with drinking.
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