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Post by dazz on Jul 17, 2007 18:40:29 GMT -4
"Wh-what?"
Looking down at him, Bobby blinked a few times. Yep, he'd definitely checked out of the conversation in favor of whatever scandalous scenario was playing through his mind. Rolling her eyes plaayfully at him, Ali responded with an 'I knew it' sort of tone.
"Ah, so it's the latter."
If Bobby hadn't heard her question, she didn't think her response would make any sense to him either.
Ah well, if he has better things to imagine...
But considering he'd blinked back to awareness a bit, Ali figured he may come around yet. Tapping a finger on his forhead, she spoke.
"You still with me then? 'Cause I said, you alive or has your brain exploded. Feel free to join me in reality when you're ready."
Waiting for his response, she smiled down at him, her fingers now on his bare chest.
Of course, that probably wasn't helping...
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 18, 2007 22:26:21 GMT -4
Due to several obvious factors, Bobby was too busy to keep up with the dialog portion of this interaction. His mind was going over the facts, as they were. So far he had snuck into Dazz’s mansion to snap off some photos of her all oily and interesting poolside. He got caught, she threw him in the pool, she took his shirt off (not really), and took all her clothes off (not exactly) and currently had him in a mostly naked embrace on the couch.
(more or less)
The one thought that was going on in his mind? Maaaayyybe if I play my cards riiiight...
He was wondering if she was just being obvious and he wasn’t getting it. She was still on him. If she wanted him to not get any funny ideas she would have hopped off, right? He didn’t much like the idea that he was clueless, and the more the thought about it the more he started to think she was giving out some pretty clear signals.
Any clearer and she’d have air traffic controllers guiding him in with flags. In fact, what Bobby thought he heard (since he really wasn't paying attention) was, "You still want to feel alive? Join with me when you're ready."
"I'm ready..." As she drummed on his chest he made his move toward an awkward kiss.
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Post by dazz on Jul 19, 2007 18:04:18 GMT -4
Ali only had half her focus on Bobby. She was starting to get bored while he was in La-La-Land. Her eyes roaming the room, she was oblivious to his interpretations and the truly fantastic goings-on in his mind. In fact, she didn't pay him much attention until he spoke.
"I'm ready..."
Ali looked down again quickly, thinking he was back with her. The sight before her didn't quite match up. No, he wasn't back to goof mode, he was half leaned up, his lips poised in a ridiculous pucker.
"Huh...?"
As she raised an eyebrow at him, his fantasy would already be crumbling. Ali didn't move to meet him half way. In fact, she leaned back a bit, away from him. Well, as away from him as she could be while still sitting on him.
He's lost touch with reality...
Shaking her head, Ali let out a flat sigh. One finger against his forehead, she pushed him back away.
"Again, you're so not with me right now. I don't know what kind of kinky porno you got goin' on in there, but that's your imagination, not reality."
Pursing her lips, she figured he'd never recover until she moved. Swinging a leg around, she stepped off him and moved for her clothes.
"I'll give ya some time..."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 19, 2007 22:23:28 GMT -4
All the signals had been there. One minute he was flying high, sailing the shuttle toward the inevitable orbit of her moon landing. The next? MAYDAY MAYDAY! WE'RE LOSING CONTROL....BURN...THE BURN...
Bobby could hear the shuttle spiraling out of control as he plummeted back to Earth. Dazz leaned back and looked at him like he was crazy or something for thinking he had a chance just because she was mostly naked and straddling him.
By the time she was getting up and reaching for her clothes again, the shuttle was making a crash landing somewhere near Roswell. The government was swooping in with their Jeeps and highly trained and classified men wearing sunglasses and black suits to cover up any incidents...and Bobby...well, Bobby was waking up out of his shattered dreams of being a one of Dazz's groupies.
"I was just kidding!" He lied.
Suddenly he felt so cheap. His cell phone went off, and he fumbled into his pocket for it. Tiffany! Oh man, how he didn't want to talk to the ice queen right now! But if he didn't she'd get all super stalkery on him and threaten him with getting all pucker butt about everything everyday for ever!
"I...gotta get this," he said with obvious disappointment.
"Yello?" Tiffany was going on about something. "Mmmhmm..." He watched Dazz get dressed with open admiration. "Oh yeah." She was bent over and pulling the jeans on. "Oh yeah." Man, she must work out. She was totally toned. Jumping around on stage probably did some of that, but she had the kind of butt that you could play the samba on. Tiffany was still yammering. "Looks good," he said as Dazz zipped up. "Sounds," he clarified. "Sounds good!" Now she was onto him. "I am too listening! I am not in some kind of La-La Land."
He looked over at Dazz and held up an index finger to her to signify that he had this under control and that he'd be off the phone in a second. Then his eyes widened and he turned slightly away to lower his voice. "I am not watching dirty movies again."
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Post by dazz on Jul 19, 2007 23:15:08 GMT -4
As she reached for her clothes, Ali kept her back turned to Bobby. He seemed to be having so much fun, but she just had to draw the line and kill his fantasy. He probably wouldn't be too happy when reality sank in. Ali, having fallen for that mopey look several times already, didn't want to face it again. She didn't have to see it though; when Bobby tried to cover for himself, she could feel it. It was a bad lie.
Cool it, girl, you don't gotta fall for every little thing...
A bit more resolute, she heard a phone ring behind her. Bobby made it a point to announce it, with disdain in his voice. In an instant, the ringer stopped and she was privy to half a conversation. Keeping an ear tuned in his direction, Ali kept busy getting dressed.
Funny, he sounded just a tad distracted...
Ass in the air as she pulled her pants up once again, the Freudian slips began.
"Looks good. Sounds! Sounds good!"
So much for feeling guilty. The humor of this scenario had put a grin back on her face. Maybe it was mean. Maybe she was messing with him, just a cure for her boredom. But it wasn't her fault that it took so little to preoccupy his tiny, imaginative brain.
"I am too listening! I am not in some kind of La-La Land."
Ali snorted and threw him a look, her face contorted as she tried failingly to keep from laughing outright. He held up a finger to say 'one moment.' But the humor wasn't over yet. His voice grew quieter, but she didn't miss it.
"I am not watching dirty movies again."
The rock star burst into near hysterics.
"Hehehe! I heeeaaarrrdd thaaat! Ha ha ha..."
Through the laughter, she couldn't stop herself from taunting him, just a little.
((You've got a nice waterproof phone, eh? Hehe, continuity error but don't bother changing it.))
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 20, 2007 17:47:29 GMT -4
"Hehehe! I heeeaaarrrdd thaaat! Ha ha ha..."
Bobby was so frustrated, and Tiffany wouldn’t let up. He tried to keep his voice down, but Dazz had heard his last comment and he was a little embarrassed about it. “Okay. Okay. Okay. OKAY!” He was ripping at his hair. “You’re so totally gay!”
And then there was a dial tone.
He was probably onto something there. Tiffany. The chick with the hair all pulled back tight, all wound up like a coiled ball of sexual frustration. She probably unleashed on some lesbo action all the time. Bobby stared at his phone. Man, that was hot!
“Sorry,” he said to Dazz as he pocketed the phone again and fabricated an elaborate ruse to cover his tracks. “Coworker. She’s just mad because...” He tried to think about it. Why was she mad all the time?? “Well...probably because I’m not into her. But I think she’s a dike anyway.”
He was having a hard time not being annoyed.
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Post by dazz on Jul 23, 2007 12:28:58 GMT -4
After the comment about the dirty moves, Ali was content to lave him to the rest of the conversation in peace. She was occupied with pulling herself back together. Plus, she'd already taunted him enough. For the moment, anyway...
Ali looked up at Bobby once he was off the phone and was addressing her instead.
"Sorry. Coworker. She's just mad because...Well...probably because I'm not into her. But I think she's a dike anyway."
The photographer was obviously annoyed, pissed off by the phone call. Still, Ali made a face at him.
"No need to be mean about it." Ali could swear like nobody's business, but his choice of words, and the tone in which he'd said them, rubbed her the wrong way.
"Anyway, I know she shouldn't phase you. Girls get pissy sometimes. Well, rather often. It's just a fact of life. But a funny guy like you has to have more friends than enemies to keep him happy. So cheer the %$^# up, k?"
Contrary to the words she'd use, her voice was cheery and there was a wide smile was on her face.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 23, 2007 16:03:19 GMT -4
"No need to be mean about it."
Normally Bobby would have thought that just because Dazz was a chick she was just sticking up for Tiffany because she was a fellow chick or something. But her words triggered a kind of conscience in him that he found kind of disturbing.
Tiffany was his friend. Sure, they fought all the time about everything from the time they first saw each other...but he did care about her. And he honestly didn’t think she was gay...not when he really thought about it. It was just his way of expressing...and he felt bad about it.
"Anyway, I know she shouldn't phase you. Girls get pissy sometimes. Well, rather often. It's just a fact of life. But a funny guy like you has to have more friends than enemies to keep him happy. So cheer the %$^# up, k?"
Bobby smiled over at her and then shook his head. “Nah...you’re right. I shouldn’t let it get to me.” He shrugged as he turned the phone over in his palm a few times. “She’s just like all super professional, and I think maybe I stress her out or something.” He squinted his eyes at the phone. “Besides, I don’t think she’s gay. Not that I got a problem with gay people.” He looked at her earnestly. “In fact, I have a special place in my heart for lesbians.”
Just south of his heart.
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Post by dazz on Jul 30, 2007 11:59:46 GMT -4
"Nah...you’re right. I shouldn’t let it get to me. She’s just like all super professional, and I think maybe I stress her out or something..."
Ali was listening to him closely as he responded. Was that insight she heard?
Whoa...I'm surprised and impressed.
"Ah, so she's not as up to the tree-climbing excapades? Those too reckless for her?" Ali nodded, a somewhat serious look on her face. After a slight interruption, Ali let him continue.
"Besides, I don’t think she’s gay. Not that I got a problem with gay people. In fact, I have a special place in my heart for lesbians.”
In that moment, Ali could have been psychic. She kept her eyes up, so as not to make herself look bad, but she knew he didn't mean in his head or his heart. Nodding slowly, the grin reemerged on her face and she let out a small laugh.
"Uh huh..." She started slowly. "So long as you're right there with 'em, or at least got the camera rolling. You really are a hornball, you know that? Actually, I bet you do." Her tone was matter-of-fact.
Smoothing the wrinkles out of her tanktop for lack of anything to do with her hands, Ali looked to Bobby again. They'd covered sex rather well, time for something new to talk about. Waiting for the idea to come to her, she jerked a thumb toward the hallway and asked,
"Want a drink or anything? I got one hell of a bar down here too."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jul 31, 2007 7:30:32 GMT -4
”So long as you're right there with 'em, or at least got the camera rolling. You really are a hornball, you know that? Actually, I bet you do."
Bobby wondered if that came off as ‘a bad thing’. All he meant was that he totally approved of lesbian activity, and fully supported them, and if he happened to be there with him (never happened), or just manning the camera (in his dreams), so much the better! It was, in his eyes, noble.
But the mood was shifting, and even Bobby could read it. As the A/C kicked on again, Bobby realized he was a little chilly. While Dazz looked over her shoulder he grabbed a fuzzy blanket and wrapped it around himself.
"Want a drink or anything? I got one hell of a bar down here too."
The idea sounded great to him, though not as much in the ‘want to get the exclusive on Dazzler’ way as it had been a few minutes ago. In fact, he didn’t notice till later, but he was really just having a good time with her. The agenda was getting shoved by the wayside.
“Sounds great,” he said with a smile back to her. He wasn’t legally old enough though, and a concerned look crossed his face. “Do I need to show my ID?” It was fake anyway.
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Post by dazz on Jul 31, 2007 17:52:52 GMT -4
Ali was perferctly comfortable as the room cooled. As the AC rumbled to life, she found it rather funny that she was fine and the ice man couldn't handle it. of course, she mused, nowhe's the more naked one. A smirk fell across her features.
"Sounds great. Do I need to show my ID?"
Ali let out a barklike laugh, shaking her head.
"I hope you're not that young. But who am I to say anything, I've been drinkin' since I was, oh, 16. But shh on that factoid, it makes me sound like an alcoholic, which I'm so not."
Secretly, she was distracted. At least let him be legal or I am such a creep. He's gotta be, though, kids that young don't get jobs like his. Though tree climbing is decidedly juvenile...
Turning heel, the rock star strolled out of the game room and into the hallway, beckoning Bobby to follow with a wave of her hand. A few door down the carpeted hallway, she pushed open a door to a more adult take on a game room. A bugrundy pool table rested under an intricate stained-glass ceiling fixture, a dart board on the far wall, and a long hardwood bar stretched along another wall, traced with tall stools. The shelves behind it were well stocked, to put it lightly. Walking around behind it, she took down two glasses and looked at him expectantly, waiting for his order.
"So, whaddya think?"
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 1, 2007 7:46:08 GMT -4
"I hope you're not that young. But who am I to say anything, I've been drinkin' since I was, oh, 16. But shh on that factoid, it makes me sound like an alcoholic, which I'm so not."
Bobby didn't say anything. The blanket draped over his shoulders opened just slightly as the odd chill left him alone. It was unusual for him to ever feel any kind of uncomfortable cold, but this one hadn't had anything to do with the temperature.
In truth? He was almost nineteen years old. His fake ID said he was 23, and he pulled that off pretty well whenever he went to clubs and stuff. He had this feeling if Dazz knew his real age she'd stop talking to him and that would just suck, so he kept his mouth shut.
He did, however, want to hear more about her bad girl lifestyle stuff. Not as a reporter, or even (much) as a perv...but more because he was interested in her. She was totally interesting. Nobody could deny that.
And now she was up and strolling down the hallway, hearkening him to follow. Follow he did, shedding the blanket as he went.
"So, whaddya think?"
He took in the view of this other part of the game room with wide eyed admiration before answering. It was just as beautiful as the other part...wood trim, nice pool table, extra long bar, and the crown jewel standing behind it, rockstar legend Ali Blaire, taking his order.
It was so freaking cool!
Bobby pulled up a stool and thought about it. For some reason only dirty drink names came to mind. "Well...I like Sex on the Beach, a Sloe Screw, uh...Smoking Bishop, Pink Poodle, or a Trojan Warrior. But I usually have a Rusty Nail. And sometimes I get a Backdraft."
The last two didn't sound right.
"Oooh, I love Orange Fairies!"
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Post by dazz on Aug 1, 2007 17:41:50 GMT -4
Bobby didn't elaborate on his age, but Ali felt it a don't-ask-don't-tell scenario anyway. That way, she at least had some plausible deniability going if he was too young. Plus, Ali would much prefer to think of him close to her own age. Otherwise...otherwise it made her feel all creepy. And so, she pushed the thoughts from her mind as they entered the bar. As Bobby hopped, still half-naked, onto one of the bar stools, Ali waited for his order. He quickly began to list off his drinks of choice. With each one, Ali's brow raised higher and higher. "Well...I like Sex on the Beach, a Sloe Screw, uh...Smoking Bishop, Pink Poodle, or a Trojan Warrior. But I usually have a Rusty Nail. And sometimes I get a Backdraft."By the time he reached the end, Ali's brow felt practically to her hairline. Her glossy mouth had fallen open, unable to decide if she wanted to make a dirty comment or just say "ew." It just sounded so wrong... "Ooh, I love Orange Fairies!"With that addition, Ali closed her mouth and slowly shook her head at him. Looking back up after a moment, she replied. "Well, I'm fresh outta absinthe, so no fairies for you." She paused, pushing away an odd image that was stuck in her mind. "But I bet you'd like a Knock Me Down and %^&$ Me." Turning, she began grabbing bottles off the shelf behind her. Rum, SoCo, Amaretto and grenadine were brought down in succession and poured into a shaker. She then grabbed orange juice and ice from the mini-fridge and proceeded to mix it, even garnishing the glass with cherries. Setting one glass in front of him, she grinned and, rather than moving to make her own, she poured herself vodka on the rocks. Downing half the tumbler's contents in one gulp, without so much as flinching, she set her bright eyes on Bobby again. "So, Bobby my man, what do we talk about now?" Not even waiting for an answer, Ali cut him off as if she'd suddenly remembered something. Exiting the room quickly, holding up one finger so he'd wait, she returned a moment later with a shirt in hand. Dropping it in front of him as she walked back behind the bar, Ali resumed her waiting, chin rested on her hands. Now that he didn't have to be naked, they could get onto the questions. "It's leftover merch from the last tour, but it should fit," Ali explained, motioning at the black t-shirt she'd just given him. "Now...where were we?" |
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Post by Bobby Drake on Aug 3, 2007 16:31:43 GMT -4
For a few Dazz was quiet. She just stood there with her eyes closed and shook her head slowly. A puzzled look swept over Bobby’s face and remained there until she actually spoke. "Well, I'm fresh outta absinthe, so no fairies for you."
Oh. That was it. He shrugged. No biggie.
"But I bet you'd like a Knock Me Down and %^&$ Me."
His mouth fell open and his eyes widened. Hearing a chick talk like that? “Boy...would I!” There was no two ways about it. Bobby was falling in love. He watched her mix the drinks with a huge and stupid grin on his face. He knew it was just starstrickenness, and knew this was never going to go anywhere, but she was just totally freaking awesome! A few shakes and he had his drink.
"So, Bobby my man, what do we talk about now?"
Bobby took a curious sip and let his tongue decipher the flavors. Always one for over-expressiveness, he held it out in front of him and looked at it with open approval. “Damn!” He looked at her then as she returned with the shirt.
“Aw sweet!” He put down the glass and slid the shirt on over his head.
"Now...where were we?"
He shrugged. “I wasn’t paying attention.” Then he smiled and winked at her. “But hey, wherever it was, I bet it was awesome.” Bobby leaned back against the bar and studied her for a moment with a serious kind of expression.
“I don’t know. I want to know more about you.” He really did. No reason. He just did. “Not all the usual crap that you tell people...but the real you.”
And that was as wide open as it gets. He took a sip and put on his listening face.
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Post by dazz on Aug 3, 2007 16:43:31 GMT -4
Bobby seemed to approve of both the drink and the swag, and his over-enthusiasm for it all put a smile on her face. She could practically see cartoony hearts in his eyes every time he looked at her, from the way she spoke to the way she acted. As googly-eyed as he was about everything, he was rather serious when they finally got past the small talk and jokes to his real interest.
Well, not quite past the jokes. He had to get in a couple more before the genuine question...
"I wasn't paying attention. But hey, whatever it was, I bet it was awesome."
Ali let out a snort of a laugh, taking another sip of her own drink.
"I don't know. I want to know more about you. Not all the usual crap that you tell people...but the real you."
Ali took another sip of her drink. Well, more of a gulp, because the tumbler was empty except for ice when she set it back down. Bobby looked ready to listen, but she wasn't quite sure where to start.
"Geez, way to be open-ended!" She replied, moving again behind the bar to get herself another roung. Pouring more vodka into her glass, she half-shrugged.
"Um...Well... I'm better at answering questions that storytelling. What kind of stuff do you want to know? How I broke my wrist falling from a tree when I was nine? That you know I'm not listening when I stare over your right shoulder? How I have piercings you will never see? I dunno... Open-ended questions suck ass."
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