rush with a new touch // sean [R]

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

"I'll say it before, and I'll say it again, if you think you're alive, than you're better off dead," Mercedes sang along to the music blasting from her ipod touch. Sometimes, she wished the music would blast louder, but the small device didn't work that way. She could easily blast if by plugging her ipod into the adapter in the front of the bus, but she was pretty sure Maddox was still passed out somewhere in the back of the bus, and she didn't want to be a complete ass and wake him up. Afterall, pay back is a bitch, and if she woke him up that day, there's a good chance that he would end up doing it back to her in the long run. If it was one thing Mercedes hated, it was having a nasty hangover and not being able to sleep it off, so for now, she figured listening to her music at a resonable level would be fine. After all, once she left the bus, she could blast it as loud as she wanted in her car, and the club that was just in town was sure to have it turned up loud for dancing. Just thinking about the night made a small smile form on her lips. Sure, she went out and partied almost every night, but it wasn't like each night was the same. Every night, she met up with new people, tried different things, and expierenced things she would have never thought of expierencing before.Sure, she did some of the same things like drinking, smoking and having a random hookup occasionally, but it wasn't like everytime she got drunk she did the same exact thing or with the same people. For example, that current night she was heading to the club alone. Everyone else on the bus was still passed out from partying the night before, already had plans, or were just missing in action. Sure, there were other people besides her own band, but she didn't really know any of them, and the few she had met weren't exactly big fans of her. Something about telling the truth upset people. Maybe it was the way she said it, but she never put much thought into saying it any other way. After all, they would be getting the same information anyways, right?

Digging threw her suitcase, Mercedes was attempting to pick out a decent outfit for that night. The worst thing about being on tour was being limited to the amount of things you could bring with you. Sure, you could have some party clothes, but you had to have clothes to play shows in, sleep in, and the occasional nice outfit, just in case something big popped up that was a black tie event. Still, even though she had to have all of those outfits in her suitcase, she still had room to pack a decent amount of party clothes. That was probably because the majority of her time was spent partying, though. After some thinking, she decided on a pair of skinny jeans with one of her favorite tank tops that was sparkly at the top, and flowed out some at the bottom. The tank top showed off her chest well, but at the same time, hid her stomache some, though it was obvious that she really had no need to hide it, seeing as she was a rather small girl. After pulling on the jeans and shirt, she grabbed her brush and started to tease her straight hair to add a little bit of volume to it. After five minuets of attempting to make it bigger, she gave up, not really wanting to put product in it, anyways. After all, her hair didn't look too bad natural, Mercedes just liked volume. Wanting to head out as soon as possible, she grabbed her bag of jewlery, quickly searching through it, pulling out a couple bracelets that went well together and slipped them onto her wrist. Closing the bag, she stuffed it, along with several things she had flung around the bus, back into her bag before zipping it closed and pushing it off to the side. She turned off her ipod and stuck it into her ipod before walking over to her bunk, grabbing her fake id and some money from under her matress. Bending under her bunk, she grabbed her favorite pair of black heels. Some girls had issues dancing in heels, but Mercedes never did. Heck, she could probably run a marathon in those things without hurting herself. Holding the heels in her hand, she walked towards the front of the bus, waiting till the last second before slipping them out. She was about to walk down the stairs to get out of the bus, before realizing that it was a little too cold to go outside without some type of coat. Some girls may suffer through the cold, but not her. Luckily, her favorite leather jacket was laying right by the door from the night before. Mercedes snatched up the coat and swiftly put it on before walking off the tour bus and towards the main road that was right by the tour bus parking lot.

It didn't take long for Mercedes to hail a taxi. Once in, she told the driver that she wanted to go to The Brights, which was the local club only a few minuets away from where they currently were. As the driver started to drive, Mercedes sat back in the seat, glad that they were in a big city so there was plenty of cabs to call. Seeing as Mercedes was from Australia and had just recently moved to New York, she hadn't had a chance to get a car of her own yet. Sure, she could always borrow Maddox's, but honestly, there was a high chance that she wouldn't be driving at the end of the night. She would either be with some guy she met at the club or hailing a taxi, night wanting to drive drunk. Sure, Mercedes could be sort of reckless at times, but she knew for a fact that if she drove drunk, she'd end up hitting a tree in thirty seconds flat. Of course, that didn't mean that she was open for trying it sometime. She had been lectured plenty of times not to, but that never really stopped her. After a couple of minuets, they reached the club. Mercedes thanked the driver, throwing a hundred dollar bill in the front seat before getting of the car and standing in line to get into the club. Normally, the line to get in took forever, but to her, it didn't seem to take that long that particular night. Once she was pass the security at the front, who had grossly checked her out and let her in for free, she pulled out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a long drag before exhaling the smoke. She walked through the club, smoking her cigarette, watching as some guys checked her out, Mercedes checking them out back, but making no move to do anything. If they really wanted some, they could come talk to her, and if they were lucky, some of the fantasies running through their heads would probably come true. Mercedes didn't like to call herself easy. Sure, she had sex....a lot, but she did have limitations. There were some things she just couldn't deal with, and if a guy was like that, she had no issue rejecting them. As she reached the bar, she took one last drag from her cigarette before tossing it on the ground. The bartender smiled at her and asked what she wanted. "Hmm, how about a shot of tequila with a Budwiser." The bartender gave her a weird look, but didn't question her as he got her drinks. Mercedes knew what he was thinking; why the heck was she ordering a beer? Around her, most people were having much more potent drinks, wanting to get as drunk as possible. Mercedes knew that she was going to get drunk, but why rush it? The night was still young, after all, and who knows what surprises would happen that particular one.

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ooc - lalala
tagged - sean
words - 1370
outfit - click!
inspiration - moan; cute is what we aim for

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

A strange thing happened last night. Sean went out but he did not drink. If ever this rare occasion where Sean did not drink, he promised himself he would make sure he would drink twice as much the night after and bring home a lady friend. It felt weird waking up to his head hurting, not because of a hang over, you needed to drink to get one of those, if only Sean were lucky; but instead his head was hurting because the loud music that was being blasted into his ears. Not directly, but it was on the bus, and being in those tight quarters, every noise was right in his ears. He sat up in his bed and swung his lower body to the side of it, his feet touching the cold hard floor, or at least what was of the floor covered in mainly his clothing. After being yelled at several times to pick up his crap, Sean refused simply because they were telling him to keep it cleaner, and if you knew how Sean's mind worked, you knew that he would go out of his way in order to defy the demand. So once again, he got up, ignoring the mass amount of his clothing piled up on the floor, ignoring his bandmates attempt to put it all in one spot so it could be easy for him to pick up, he went to the bathroom for his daily hour long shower. Though an hour seems like a lot to people, unlike his duty to keep his area cleaned on the bus, he generally cleaned himself thoroughly, sometimes washing his body nearly three times before he felt clean. About an hour later, he turned off the water and dried it, quickly fixing his hair so that it dried flat instead of wavy. Sean hated wavy hair, but with him the waves were inevitable. As he rummaged through his clean pile of clothes to pick out what he was going to wear to this night's club, he let his hair dry. Throwing on an as i lay dying shirt and his tight dark blue jeans, it was time for him to fix his hair. He turned on one of the chick's straightener, since his was still packed away somewhere in his suitcase, he waited for it to heat up, throwing conceited glances at the mirror as he did. Once it was hot, He quickly ran over the flat iron to his wavy spots until they were straight. Once his hair was straight to his liking, he ran his fingers through it, roughly messing it up to give him a sexy tone to it. It was his style, and the ladies tended to love his hair that way, it made it easier for them to yank on it. Now for the finishing touches, Sean ran some frizzy stuff through his hair, making it sleek and shiny. By the time he finished, it was nearly dark time.

He looked at his clock and was surprised how fast the day went. Well, technically his day had just began at four in the afternoon when he woke up, so he was restless. Tonight was going to be fun, and he was not going to leave the club without an escort. Sean looked at the keys that were sitting on the counter, contemplating whether or not he should drive, knowing that if he took the chance, he'd be definitely smashed by the end of the night. That was his plan. To get completely wasted and bring a lady home with him. Usually Sean just went to get drunk and a few shameless flirting, but tonight he was feeling lucky. He decided against driving, knowing that it would probably be the smartest thing he did all night, not that Sean had many morals himself. He decided to walk, it was a nice night and about average it took him about fifteen minutes to get there, anyways. He left the van, glad to get out of that crowded place finally, he started a soft jog to the club. Once he arrived, he flashed his id to the jumper who recognized him from a few nights before and immediately let him in. That was some of the perks about being famous and hot, he got to cut everyone. Once inside, he felt that pain again from the loud music. He knew there was only one way he was going to get rid of it. Sean squeezed through the crowd of people to the bar. He ordered a full bottle of Jack. The bartender gave him his drink within the next couple of seconds and he took it, immediately shoving it in his mouth and downing it like he was parched. After about a good half of it was gone, he yanked it from his mouth and let the toxin down his throat. Already the jack felt great and his headache immediately subsided. He sat there, enjoying the music and his drink when he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see an extremely slutty girl smiling at him, inviting him to go with her. Any other night Sean would have left with that girl and his night would immediately be over, but tonight she was too easy. He nervously looked around the bar, hoping to find a distraction when his eyes caught the sight of someone familiar.

The girl who he noticed had long dark hair and she looked a bit young to be at a bar. Sean immediately recognized her from someone on tour, but the name he could not come up with. He excused himself from the slutty girl who was practically dragging him away and walked over to the dark haired girl's side of the bar. He sneaked into the counter again, this time right next to the girl he had spotted from across the room. He noticed she was drinking a budweiser and shuttered. "Can I buy you a real drink?" He asked her, hoping that she might recognize him and not reject him. It was one thing getting rejected and never seeing the person again and another for getting rejected and having to work with them. Now that he was closer, he knew he had seen her a few times around the tour, but as for her name, he was drawling a blank. He looked at the bartender again and ordered two martinis. Sean had picked out his mate, now all he needed to do was seal the deal. Once his bottle of jack was finished, the bartender gave them the two martinis. Sean looked at the girl again, she was much prettier now that he had more alcohol in his system, though he had remembered her to be just as pretty as before when he had not drinking two bottles of jack. He was definitely going to do whatever it takes to bring her back to his bus, he had already made up his mind. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the slutty bitch from before glaring at the two of them, but he paid no attention to her glares, he was already moved on. "You come here often? Do they let little girls like you in here?" Sean teased, though he wasn't sure how she would react to his remark. It wasn't usually Sean's style to go after girls much younger than him, but somehow this girl had been allowed in, how young could she possibly be? And if she was as young as she looked, she must be sneakier than Sean for being able to get into a club like this. Maybe that was what attracted Sean to her, he was intrigued by how young she looked and the probability that she was actually allowed in. He had seen plenty of situations where girls who looked as young as her trying to get into these clubs get rejected. What made her so special? Sean was itching to find out.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1340
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ this is guna be fun!”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

When the cab pulled into the front of the bar, it didn't take long for her to get inside. Sometimes, Mercedes wondered how she got in the club so easily. Sure, she had a fake id, but for some reason, it hadn't be checked. Then again, the bouncer had made sure to check something else out with her. Was that why bouncers chose to have the job they did; to check out the girls? Mercedes had heard before that they were supposed to let the better looking ones in to attract more guys, so maybe that was how they got employed. She personally didn't mind too much, though. With the whole truth thing, she'd have some issues lieing about her age. Honestly, Mercedes wasn't sure if she was a good liar or not. She had never really been one to lie. Sure, she had a few times before, but only to people that were extremely gulliable, though. Ninety-nine percent of the time, only the truth passed her lips, which was why she appreciated being let into clubs without questions. She loved to party, and being rejected from one would probably put her in a crappy mood. Once in the club, she pulled out a cigarette, soothing the want of the nicotine. Sure, it was known as a bad habit, but she loved them so much and really had no intention on quitting. She loved how one little thing could release any stresses in her, making her more calm and relaxed. As she exhaled the smoke, she watched as it mixed with other smoke that was floating through the club, before looking around, making eye contact with a few guys every now and then, but not exactly talking to any of them. Once she got to the bar and the bartender got to her, she ordered a shot of tequila and a beer, recieving a few weird looks, but ignoring them, seeing as she really didn't care.

Once Mercedes recieved her drinks, she took the shot of tequila and downed it, loving the burn of it lingering in her throat. Setting the shot glass back on the table, she picked up the beer and started sipping it, looking around to see if there was anyone there she recgonized. It wasn't unusual to find someone she knew, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen that night. She continued looking around the bar for someone, anyone. She made eye contact with a few guys, but none actually seemed like they had the motive to come over and talk to her. She wasn't too concerned about it, though. Just because she wouldn't go and talk to anyone while she was sober didn't mean she wouldn't go up and talk to someone while she was wasted. Sure, she was sort of ourgoing already, but alcohol always added on to that. As she continued to drink the beer, her small sips turned into slightly bigger ones, knowing that she would need a new drink soon. Though she knew she'd be getting wasted either way, she knew it'd be more fun if she had someone to actually talk to. Luckily, she didn't have to wait until she was completely wasted. Hearing a voice ask her if they could by her a real drink, she turned to her left, looking straight at the boy. Doing a quick once over, she realized that the guy seemed really familiar to her. She tried to think quickly, but the only place she could remember seeing him before was around the tour grounds. Not wanting to take too long to respond, she replied, saying, "There's nothing wrong with beer." she said in a matter of fact way, but she made sure her tone made it obvious that she wasn't rejecting having something else. Mercedes continued to check him out as he ordered two martinis. She knew she had met him before, and that he was from one of the bands in the tour. What band, what band.... she thought to herself, her mind finally clicking to it. "You're in I Make Scenes Burn, right?" she asked, pretty sure it was that. Even if she had remembered the band, she was totally blanking on his name. Part of her wondered if he had remembered hers at all. She sort of hoped not, seeing as she was completely blanking on his name, though she had a feeling once she knew, it'd be one of those 'hit yourself in the head for forgetting' moments.

Either way, it didn't matter to her that much; he was hot and had actually had the balls to come over and talk to her. It was nice to have someone to talk to, and seeing as he was drinking a bottle of jack, she had a feeling that he knew how to party, which was what Mercedes was ready to do. Looking up, she realized the bartender had brought over the two martinis. She watched as he quickly set them on the counter before quickly walking away. Looking around, she realized the club was packed with people that night. She assumed that it was a weekend, though honestly, she wasn't really sure. It had been a couple days since she had checked. Mercedes wasn't one of those people who was constantly on a schedule, checking dates and times. She did what she needed to do when she was told to do it, and did what she wanted the rest of the time. It probably wouldn't help her much after the band, but she wasn't worried about that now. As the boy asked her if they generally let girls as young as her, she looked at him, sort of surprised. A lot of people never really mentioned her age or even attempt to check her for id. She was never really sure why, herself. She was pretty positive it was obvious she wasn't that old, and her assumption was proven true from the guys statement. "I'm here, aren't I?" she said, questioning his questions back. Part of her wondered how young he actually thought she was. She hoped that he didn't think she was under seventeen. She had never heard that from anyone before, but then again, it was rare for someone to point out how old she actually looked. "Why? Is it bothering you or something?" she asked, her eyebrows slightly raised in a way that said she'd leave if it was, but she wasn't planning on it. A small smirk came to her face as she answered her question to him in her head. Obviously it didn't bother him, seeing as he was the one that had come up, started talking to her, and bought her a drink. Besides, it wasn't like she was still a minor. That would probably bother him, seeing as Mercedes had an idea of what he had in mind, and it wasn't just having a regular conversation. Mercedes was pretty positive that most guys had the same intention when they went to a club without a date; they wanted to get laid. Mercedes wasn't sure why some girls came to a bar without dates thinking that they could enjoy the night without a guy hitting on them. That, or the fact that they thought they could just find their prince charming at a bar. Honestly, most guys that came to clubs and bars weren't exactly looking for a girlfriend, unless the definition included taking a girl home for a night. Did that make her a slut? Possibly, but at least she wasn't easy. She wasn't one of those girls that instantly threw herself at a guy, and if a guy she was talking to annoyed her or didn't even make an attempt to act like he realized she was a person, she was gone. If it was one thing Mercedes had when going out, it was limiations, and she always made sure to remember them, even if she was wasted.

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ooc - for sure, (:
tagged - sean
words - 1328
outfit - click!
inspiration - we won't back down; escape the fate

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Sean never went to a bar with a date and always left with one. This time wasn't any different, Sean had come here to find someone at the spur of the moment and to take them home, to show them a good time. He wasn't into the relationship kind of things, he knew he could never function in them. They were a complete waste of time and he knew that, so he cared more about his sexual needs rather than a stable relationship. What was so wrong about that? Sean didn't see anything wrong with that, he didn't come with equipment for it to just dangle there after all. Besides, what dumb bitch comes to the bar alone and thinks they won't be getting any action. Sean knew that girls who came here alone were begging for attention from guys like him. Obviously they were longing for company, whether it was intentional or not. Sean knew how to pick these girls out in a crowd normally, which is why he scored one hundred percent of the time. Since then he's been looking for a game, something to keep him interested, which is why his eyes were drawn to the girl. Unlike the rest of the girls, her intentions were kind of hard to tell. Though Sean would like to believe that they were the same as every other girl in the bar, she had not put herself out there like the other girls were doing. Well, Sean knew that if those weren't her intentions, he would easily make them; being the little man slut that he was, he decided to bet himself that he'd be taking that piece of ass home with him. Too bad one of his friends weren't here to bet against him so Sean can prove them wrong. He was flying solo tonight, though he would do this for pleasure rather than a competition. So he walked over there with determination, he wasn't going to give up. If you knew Sean, he was pretty persistent, and usually if he kept at it, he would get what he wanted, and what he wanted was sitting right next to him. Though he knew she wasn't going to be as easy, but that was where the fun came in. Sean wasn't ready to hit the bed yet, the night was still very young and it wasn't like he was in a hurry to get back or anything. His night belonged to her, making up any bullshit to get inside her pants was his plan.

Sean was a bit surprised by her response. Of course there was nothing wrong with a beer, Sean knew that. He also knew that beer was much stronger than martinis, depending on the type of beer she was drinking. Plus her shot of tequila out beat all of them. "I know there's nothing wrong with beer. I would've gotten vodka, but I wasn't sure how much of a light weight you were." He smiled. She was his kind of girl, Sean was already liking her, which made him even more determined to his goal. He couldn't help but feel like she was watching him as he ordered two martinis and smirked. He already had the bit, now it was time to real her in. "Yep, I'm Sean Davis, pleasure to make your acquaintance. And you're from Saint and Sinners, right?" Sean looked over at her, hoping she'd help him out with a name, since it was only fair. He was hoping he got the band right, though his mind was a bit fuzzy, she had to give him credit for that if he was wrong. He was sure he had seen her plenty of times before, though he was too busy to notice her before, he did now. Usually he was pretty good with remembering names, even of the people he doesn't associate with, but he couldn't place a name for her as he tried thinking back to the first day on the tour, being introduced to all the bands, her name he was drawing a blank. Well, he gave up after thinking about it for a small second, it didn't matter after tonight anyways, even if she told him now, he might not remember it in the morning. The bartender brought the two martinis and set them in front of Sean and the girl. Sean took his and raised it up. "Let's drink to our youth." Sean took a sip of his martini, holding back his gag reflexes. Jack and martinis did not really go together at all as Sean tried to wash the taste of jack out of his mouth, all it really did was make his mouth taste worse.

Again she surprised him with another response. Blunt and mean, thought Sean. Why, she was just like him! And after tonight, she'd be another trophy in Sean's eyes, she might even be good enough for a second time around. Sean didn't usually award girls a second time with him, since most of them would think too much out of a simple booty call, if this girl was just like him like it seemed, she might just have the right stuff to not think that at all. What a relief, thought Sean as he thought of a quick comeback to not make him sound like a cradle robber. Well, he knew for a fact she had to be at least eighteen, and that was old enough for him. "No, not at all." Sean replied. He could hear his sentences start to mesh together, the alcohol was indeed working wonderfully. Then, without thinking he muttered "I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into." Fuck, what the hell was that? Had he just blown his cover? Should he retaliate? Was he already wasted? No, he could still think and process things just fine... Or was he? Shit, shit, shit. "I mean, being in a bar with all these guys who are much older than you, aren't you afraid of them trying to take advantage of you while you're drunk." Sean looked around, catching several guys in the act of staring at her. He knew they were looking in their direction because as soon as Sean's eyes met theirs, they looked away. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't, you're with me." Sean winked.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1060
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “sorry it's a little shorter...”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

As Mercedes sat at the bar sipping her beer, she looked around, slightly disgusted at the way some of the girls there were acting. Were they really that desperate that they had to fling themselves at someone that just walked through the door? There was nothing classy about someone like that; just trashy. It's not like she didn't get why they wanted one night stands, she was one the same boat with them there, but being desperate enough to drag someone off without any small talk, or while being completely sober. Generally, Mercedes made guys work a little before doing anything with them. Small talk can say a lot about a guy, and even though Mercedes would end up with that guy at the end of the night, there had been a few times where that didn't happen. If a guy seemed too sleazy, she wouldn't even bother. Sure, she was on birth control and everything, but that didn't exactly stop things like STD's. If guys always went with the easiest, they generally had something wrong with them. Mercedes mainly went with guys that had patience and could actually wait a decent amount of time before doing anything. Sure, it wasn't like she was planning on staying with them after that night, but she realized that if a guy actually had some patience, they were a lot better in bed, which worked out well for her in the end. When the guy slipped next to her, she checked him out quickly, realizing he was extremely hot; exactly what she was looking for. It sounded sort of bad, but she didn't care. It wasn't like she was searching for a boyfriend. If a girl actually did that in a club, she most likely had an extremely rude awaken coming her way. Mercedes was looking for a fun time, and honestly, who wanted to have sex with someone unattractive? It just ruined the mood.

When the boy claimed that he didn't know if she was a light drinker, she couldn't help but chuckled a little. "Please, I bet you I can out drink you," she responded, almost in a daring way. Mercedes didn't really know if she could out drink him, but she knew that she had a pretty high tolerance with alcohol. Plus, wasn't the point of bets finding something out with a little extra twist? Then again, she didn't necessarily know if he'd take the bet, but that wouldn't stop her from drinking the night away. Mercedes watched as he ordered the two martinis, partially checking him out, but at the same time, trying to place what band he was in. Finally, the band name clicked, and once he responded with his name, everything instantly clicked in her head. It was one of those moments where she knew something, but couldn't recall it at all. Ironically, it seemed to be the same for him. He had remembered her band, but not her in particular. "You've got it. I'm Mercedes Rousseau," she responded, looking back at him. Sometimes, Mercedes didn't get the point of introductions. Sure, there was always the chance that they'd run into each other again, but really, what was the chance of them really interacting? Slim to none. Hell, even if they did end up interacting again, what are the chances they would remember each others names? As the bartender brought the martinis, she grabbed him, and as Sean toasted to drinking the night away, a small smirk formed on her face. She held up her glass to his before clinking them and taking a sip from it. To Mercedes, she didn't really care if she mixed drinks. Sure, sometimes the taste wasn't all to great, but it was never anything too bad. All that really mattered to her was that she was getting some alcohol in her system. To her, the phrase the more the merry was very true.

When Sean asked her about her age, she couldn't help but wonder how old people really thought she was. She was pretty sure that she didn't look twenty-one, but no one really questioned her about it. Technically, back in Australia, she was at the legal drinking age. But she had moved to America, which means she had another three years to wait. That didn't stop her, though. She had been drinking since sometime in highschool, and wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon. She couldn't help but wonder how she got into the clubs so easily, though. Sure, she was carded every once in a while, but for the most part, she was left alone. She did realize that it was a lot easier to get into clubs after visiting them once or twice. Once the bouncers and bartenders knew that you weren't going to cause much trouble, they had no issue letting you inside, especially if you kept there customers happy, which Mercedes did. It was rare for her to reject a guy, but that was because she made sure that they had some smarts in them. She thought that guys that stood around and assumed girls would just come to them were overly cocky and missing a few brain cells. If they wanted something, they should get off their lazy asses and do it. There had been very few times were Mercedes was disappointed at the end of the night, and she planned on keeping it that way. When he claimed that it didn't bother her, she smirked a little, seeing as she already knew it wouldn't. Of course, the next thing that slipped out of his mouth took her by complete surprise. She couldn't help but chuckle a little and shake her head. Most girls would have left him right then and there; dumping their drink on his head and making a big scene about how they weren't just something to use. It was obvious that Sean knew that, seeing as soon after, he tried covering it up. Of course, with her, there really wasn't a need to do that. She already knew what his intentions were from the beginning; it was just weird hearing it coming out of his mouth. Then again, it was obvious that he wasn't anywhere near sober. Sure, she had a few drinks in her system, but not enough to really do anything. A few shots of tequila could easily fix that up, she thought, making a quick mental note. After Sean rambled on an excuse of what he had really meant, she shook her head a little. "Yeah, I'm sure," she said, a small amount of sarcasm coming through her voice. As Sean looked around, she followed her gaze, also seeing several guys watching her. There were a few that she was worried on how old they really were, but for the most part, the guys were somewhat near her age. When Sean claimed that she was with him, a small smirk came to her face. "So wait, you're the one protecting me from all these older guys trying to take advantage of me?" she asked with an amused look on her face. "Isn't that statement sort of contradicting?" she asked, her eyebrows raised some. Obviously, he wouldn't be taken advantage of her, seeing as she knew what she was getting herself into from the start. But he was older than her, and if she hadn't known what she was getting herself into, would he have tried taken advantage of her?

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ooc - it's fine .
tagged - sean
words - 1239
outfit - click!
inspiration - make me scream; irival

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Sean wasn't sure how long this would take. Sure he didn't mind the chase, but at the same time, he felt like the chance of him scoring tonight with her was slim to none. He couldn't help but feel a bit self cautious. Was that why he was rambling like an idiot? After he said those things, she probably would never go home with him. He was almost sure of it. But maybe after a few more drinks he'd soon stop acting like a little child. Oh, who was he kidding, this girl really wasn't here for a random lay, she had class, something about her intrigued him. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't interested that made him drawn to her. Was she playing hard to get? Sean wasn't sure, usually he'd have the girl figured out by now, and usually it was the girl who was smashed way before him. What the heck was happening to him? He needed to collect his thoughts before he continued this game - if he didn't strike out already. For some reason he really hoped that wasn't the case. He was already liking this girl, she was actually someone he found easy to talk to. She was like one of the guys, an extremely hot, attractive guy. He had never met a girl who could hold her alcohol like that. Granted, he had already two bottles of Jack before coming over here, and he wasn't sure how much she had to drink before his arrival. Maybe he should have slowed down on the drinks. Maybe that's where he went wrong. Still, he lingered. Why was he still hanging out with her, he had killed the mood as well as his future intentions with her. There is no way she is going to sleep with him now. God, why did he have to open his big mouth? Sean was acting like a girl, he needed to snap out of it. He was the freaking lead guitar for a famous band, who didn't want to sleep with him were obviously nuts! As he looked around, he saw a lot of potential, easy lays, but for some reason none of them drew his attention as much as Mercedes. Besides, he had already picked his target, there was no going back. If he left home tonight alone, chances were he'd still wake up with a hang over and forget the rest. He would forget ever meeting Mercedes, and if he were lucky, she'd forget him and he could try again another night. But what if she never returned to this club or he couldn't find a way to talk to her on tour? Then there was nothing there at all. His lust for her that was brought on the alcohol, would soon go away, and he'd just try and score another night. That was the worst case scenario, which, at this time, didn't seem too bad.

What was he still doing here then? The girl, introducing herself as Mercedes. Of course, how could he forget a name like that? Boy, he was really off his game tonight. He took another sip of his alcohol, praying that it'll erase this embarrassing night. Even the guys in the room were making fun of him. Or was he just being paranoid? He knew they were staring, but were they checking out Mercedes or see if Sean had any good moves was the question. Sean was a bit surprised to hear a challenge from her mouth. Sean never turned down a challenge, this time was no different. "You're on. I've got about two bottles of Jack and a half of a martini already consumed. I'll wait until you're caught up with me." Sean said. "But don't worry, I'll go easy on you." Ah, the oldest trick in the book, thought Sean. Maybe he hadn't struck out yet. Maybe there was still a chance. Though what would happen as a result of the competition were a bit fuzzy, even when Sean had the slightest chance of winning, he would still go for it. Though he was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, he knew that he could consume plenty more. He checked her out again. She was really petite compared to him, so naturally he had the advantage already. This was going to be an easy win after all, thought Sean. He knew that his devilish looks and his ability to drink lots of alcohol at a time would come in handy someday. Who knew it would happen in a bar like this one? Sean had planned for him to totally get smashed tonight, but he never thought he would actually accomplish his goal. This sure made things interesting. Even if Mercedes wasn't into him, she just might change her mind at the end of the night after consuming all the alcohol. It was a cheap shot, but she had been the one to come up with it, she should be prepared for anything.

Damn this girl was good. Sean had thought he covered his slight mistake in small talk, but obviously she already had a feeling of his intentions. And even after he had said it, she didn't leave or pour the rest of her drink on him. Instead she challenged him to a drinking contest. Either he was better at picking up girls than he thought, or she shared the same intentions as he did. Sean knew she was under the drinking age and that if he got caught while drinking with a minor, he could be sent to jail. Somehow that made things a bit more exciting and risky. Sean lived for adrenaline rushes, and the thought of them getting caught at any time, spiced up the party. He hadn't had this much fun picking up a chick in a long time, if ever. He took another sip of his martini, trying to savor it so she had a chance of catching up, otherwise she had the advantage instead of him. He was getting a bit impatient, knowing he had to wait until she at least finished her martini and beer before they could really get started at their bet. He could hear the sarcasm in her voice. There was no lie, she definitely could see past him. She knew how to read guys' minds better than he had learned to read girls. Maybe it's because guys were much easier to read, since guys usually had their intentions plastered on their forehead. Sean's seen enough movies where a guy has bought a girl a drink at a bar with the intention of getting into her pants, it was no different in real life. Sean wasn't ashamed by it, he was just another one of those guys after all. He was a bit high maintenance, he didn't go after the easy girls, no, they were no fun, and the sex with them was as fake as his acting. The hard to get girls, now they had some hot, kinky sex. Usually, not always, the sex was worth it. Judging just on Mercedes appearance, Sean knew that she had that potential to drive a guy wild in bed; and that was exactly what Sean was looking for. Trying to play dumb, Sean answered, "Yes, you have no idea what kind of gross, disgusting things they have in mind to do with you. Trust me, I'm a guy, it's not hard for me to read them." He took one last look around and laughed. "What? How is that contradicting? I'm only telling the truth. Every guy in this room would kill for a fun time. Not saying I wouldn't, but I'm hell of a lot more fun to be with then them." Sean replied. Thinking over in his head to what he just said, unless she was thinking dirty, there was no way that sounded like he was trying to get into her pants, but to have a fun time with her, which could mean multitude of things, not just sex. However she wanted to interpret it would tell Sean if he had a chance or not with her. Besides, it was better to be blunt about it and honest up front than to get all the way back to his place and getting rejected.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1386
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “nada.”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

While meeting guys at parties was exciting for some girls, it was mainly amusing for her. If she was by herself, than she obviously wanted someone to keep her company and to entertain her for the night. She was just like a guy in that aspect. She knew what she wanted, and by the end of the night, she usually got what she wanted. Guys usually didn't understand that when they first meet her, though. They assume that her thinking process is like almost every other girls, which isn't the case. Then, once they get to talking to her and realize that she isn't, they'll get confused and think she doesn't want any action, which also isn't the case. The thing most don't think of, is that her mind is more simple than they think, which generally complicates their thinking. Really, Mercedes couldn't help when guys tried simple pick up lines or tried to pick around the bush to try and get in her pants. Mercedes always did her best to get them to straight out say it, but of course, none of them ever really would. She probably went against all the flirting tricks they had learned in their lifetime, seeing as she generally made fun of them, unless the guy was really good at it. Her thinking process went like this; if she wanted some action, she'd hang around the bar alone, maybe order a few drinks or two, and wait for a guy who would actually come up and talk to her. If she didn't want to get laid that night, she'd probably end up going out with Elsie or someone. Elsie didn't believe in pointless sex, and often lectured Mercedes about it. Of course, that didn't stop her from doing anything, which was obvious by what she was currently doing. She had found a guy, and though he probably thought that he had her in the palm of his hand at some point, she probably confused him by some of her blunt answers and questions. That's what she always did, and always got a kick of it. She'd make sure not to drag it on for too long, though. She'd slowly start to let her intentions show more and more, until he realized that they both knew how the night was going to end.

After getting introductions out of the way, Mercedes thought that the idea of the bet would make things a little more interesting. She already knew that she was going to be wasted by the end of the night, so why not add a little extra fun into it? Mercedes loved bets; it sort of got her going, and she would always do her best to try and out-do the other person. Usually, her determination paid off, but every once in a while, someone would beat her. It was a good thing she wasn't a sore loser or anything. She was a pretty easy going person, and honestly, she didn't have much to lose. As long as something didn't do anything to fuck with her band, she was generally down with it. Honestly, she wasn't sure who had the advantage here. Mercedes defiantly had less alcohol in her system, but she was a lot smaller and younger, which sort of brought things down on her side. She was lucky she could handle alcohol well, unless she would probably be screwed. When Sean claimed he'd go easy on her, a small smirk came to her fact. "You could, but that may not be your smartest idea," she replied. Mercedes wasn't one of those annoying girls that would complain that the guy needed to give her a break just because he was beating her. She thought that was bull. She knew that she could do anything a guy could do. She didn't like when people looked down on her because she was shorter or younger. She could handle her alcohol just as well as Maddox or anyone else on the bus, and she always made sure to carry her own equipment. It was unusual for guys to question the band why she was carrying equipment, figuring it was too heavy for her. It wasn't though, and even if it was, she probably wouldn't say anything unless it was near impossible to do. That was just her, though, and she was happy with that. The only thing she really would want to change about herself would be her age, seeing as she hated being underage. She couldn't really do anything about that, though. She'd just have to wait a couple more years until she was twenty one.

As Sean continued to ramble on excuses about how guys in the club were thinking of doing things with her, she knew there was no way she could even try to hide the smirk on her face as she listened. Sure, he was a guy and he got what other guys were thinking, but she was a girl who lived on a bus were three fourths of the bus consisted of guys. Everyone on the bus considered each other family, but at the same time, best friends. So it was uncommon for one of the guys talking about what they wanted to do that night after picking up a girl, trying to make sure no one was going to be on the bus. Though some girls would be completely disgusted by this, it didn't bother her. Steering clear of the bus for a night was a lot better than laying in her bunk, using her ipod to drown out the noises coming from another bunk. Not to mention how awkward it can be for the person who isn't used to others being around during a one night stand. That was one of the downsides of sharing a bus with so many people; sometimes, it was hard to convince all of them to leave. Especially when all of them didn't believe in one nighters. Mercedes, well, she was more like the guys in a way. She didn't really worry about her virginity and losing it to 'the right guy' or whatever that crap was that girls came up with. She just enjoyed herself, and to her, having sex with a guy was fun; especially after a night of drinking. She did have her exceptions, though, which was why she never really put herself out there. The guys who had patience and determination were usually the best, and that was what Mercedes was aiming for. As Sean laughed and her question about being contradicting and answered it, she listened to his words carefully, trying to decode them in her head. She had to admit, he was pretty good at playing up his words. His statement could be taken either way, depending on what a persons mind set was at. If he was talking to a naive girl, she'd probably thank him in some cute way or something. Mercedes wasn't one of those girls, though, and knew what she was getting herself into. "Mmm, you better be," she replied to his statement about being more fun, a small, devious smirk growing on her face. She was letting her intentions show a little more now. She knew that if she didn't soon, he would probably give up and try to find someone a little easier. Mercedes wanted him to know that their minds were currently at the same pace. After knowing he had seeing the devious smirk, she went to take another drink of a martini when she realized it was gone. Obviously, she had been drinking more than she thought. Turning towards the bar, she was lucky to see the bartender right by them. "Hey, bartender. Can we get a few shots of tequila over here?" she asked. The bartender nodded, quickly finishing up his current order before moving to grab a few shot glasses and the strong alcohol. Mercedes always had tequila, especially when she was itching to get wasted quicker. Besides, she still had to prove she could handle more alcohol than Sean.

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ooc - lalala.
tagged - sean
words - 1341
outfit - click!
inspiration - wasting away; tonight alive

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Tonight was going to be fun, Sean just knew. Even if she didn't go home with him, it would still be fun if he had a few drinks with her. Maybe this was payback for all those girls he's gotten with who were easy. Was she sent here to teach him a lesson. Now, he was just being ridiculous. The alcohol was already screwing with his brain. How was he going to wn this bet if he couldn't even think straight? Sean took a deep breath, finally relaxing a bit. He was just nervous, that was all. Nervous that he might actually lose both the bet and his chance of scoring for tonight. No, this was Sean Kyle Davis, he didn't lose. So they would have their small contest, and then Sean will win, winning over her affection, or at least lust for the night. His plan was flawless. He smirked, figuring out just what sort of game she were playing. This was definitely the girl he wanted to take home to his mom... okay, not to his mom, but definitely back to his bus where he would do crazy things to her. This was all too exciting, he felt as though as one of his wildest fantasies were about to come true. Though he didn't exactly picture it like this, at least he had the girl right. She was just as hot, sexy, and mischievous as him, he was starting to understand how her brain worked. Now, that's what he was talking about. Finally, a girl who was just like him. He was definitely onto her little game now, and he sure as hell wanted to know how this was going to end, though he had a pretty good idea. He wasn't sure how long this game would last. Maybe for only a few hours, or longer than this. Sean didn't care how long, he was quite enjoying her company, to be honest. The girls he met here weren't ever this much fun, Sean was sure of it. She was definitely different that his typical lay. He hoped after tonight, he would remember her, maybe even enough to remember her name in the morning.

Since they were no longer strangers, it was time for Sean to really put on his charm, though he was almost one hundred percent sure he had already reeled her in. It was the waiting out that was going to kill him, but at least they were going to be doing another thing that Sean liked almost as much as getting laid, and that was drinking, or getting drunk. Sean didn't mind doing that as a past time, he new that sooner or later things were going to get a bit crazy. He laughed again at her reply. So he shouldn't go easy on her. Man, this girl seemed pretty confident, just like him. "Alright then, I won't go easy on you. Prepare to lose." Relieved that he wouldn't have to let her win, finally he could have an actual challenge. Though she was very petite and he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms, he had a feeling this was not going to be an easy win. He had to work for it, and by that he needed to pace himself, which for Sean, that might be a little tough. However, if he set his mind to it, he might win, but at the same time, his mind was all mixed up tonight from already consuming as much alcohol as he had. Still, he needed to win because of his competitive side more than anything, and also how attractive would it be for a girl to have sex with a guy who she can drink more than or who is more drunk then she. Not very, Sean liked to stay in control, sometimes letting the girl take over every once in awhile, but he did not let them take all the control. So, it was his pride he was drinking for, and he was going to have the last drink tonight, there was no doubt in his mind. It was a strange feeling to have a girl not want a guy to go easy on her. Sean didn't mind either way, but it was nice not having to tweak the rules because she's female. This girl was throwing surprises from everywhere. He remembered one time he saw her lugging around her equipment and when someone offered to assist her, she brushed them away. She was pretty strong for being so small. Sean liked a girl who can hold her equipment well, if you catch his drift. Sean looked baffled when he heard her reply. Had she just hinted what he thought she hinted? Sean didn't want to ask again, but he could see that devilish smirk to her that he had not misinterpreted her. He gave her that same devious look back, showing her that he was being serious and that he had finally caught onto her bandwagon. "That's what they all tell me at least." Sean bragged. "I've never let anyone down before. Maybe if you win, I could let you have a taste." He winked, and then looked away to resist the temptation of kissing her right then and there.

He swore he looked away for one second and when he turned back around, her glass was empty. She sure chugged that pretty fast, Sean didn't remember seeing her finishing it, but now that she had, he quickly downed his too, finally they were about evenly matched. What they drank earlier didn't count, Sean knew that after his two bottles of jack, they both would be evenly matched, since she was smaller than him, Sean had to even it out. Luckily drinking earlier coincidentally came in handy. Sean watched Mercedes order a couple of tequila shots, this time it was his turn to check her out. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex with a girl as small and curvy as her. Usually the girls who were Mercedes size either were too skinny for Sean's taste, Sean didn't like fat girls, but these girls looked like you can break them in half they were so tiny. If they weren't too tiny, they had no boobs or butt, which reminded Sean of guys, but worst of all, he had nothing to hold on to or grab. Judging by what Mercedes offered, she was evenly matched. It usually was hard to get a girl so evenly matched like her, it would take some very precise hunting skill, but Sean had seemed to be in the right place at the right time. He sure as hell wasn't going to question how he had gotten so lucky, nor would he share any of his secrets with anyone. Within what seemed like instantly, two shots of tequila were in front of them. Sean took one and held it in his hands. He closed his eyes and leaned back, quickly downing the shot of tequila. The insides of his throat burned, but that Sean was used to. He looked at the bartender and hollered. "Keep them coming bartender." He looked over, waiting for her to finish her shot. The bartender put two more shot glasses of tequila on the counter in front of them. Sean took a deep breath, preparing himself for another shot.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1251
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “nada.”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

Mercedes had to admit, she was pretty relieved to have Sean with her. Obviously, the kid had some type of smarts in him. Not only did he pick the girl that wasn't selling herself off, but he was sticking with her, even with her blunt responses and weird flirting tactics. There had been a few times where Mercedes had been rejected because of those things, which she couldn't stand. She hated being rejected. There was just something about it that could put her down in the dumps. Luckily, that didn't happen often. Guys generally just stuck through it, doing their best to 'keep the eye on the prize.' That worked well in her favor, though, since the prize would be shared equally. That is, if the guy was actually good. Mercedes didn't exactly brag, but she knew that she was pretty good in bed. There were just some things that she knew that could surprise a guy. That's probably what she got for openly talking to some of her guy friends about sex. Some would see that as awkward, but she didn't. What she did see as awkward, though, were guys that stayed with her the whole night, and then tried to stay after. To her, it was creepy. The morning after, if she hadn't made it back to the bus, she quickly left before the guy could wake up, or pretended to sleep until they're gone. After all, talking about the night before was generally sort of awkward, which wasn't what she wanted.

Mercedes was relieved when Sean claimed he wouldn't go easy on her, though she couldn't let the losing comment lie there untouched. "Don't be too sure of yourself," she said to him. She was ready for the challenge. After all, the two were going to be drinking anyways, why not add a little twist to it? She was just glad that when she won, it wouldn't be because the guy decided to let her feel triumphant or anything. For her, there was nothing good about winning because of a cheat. In fact, she couldn't even consider it winning. She'd rather lose and know that she was still trying her hardest then win and know it was because someone went easy on her. That just showed that the other person thought she was too weak to be equal to their standards, which she wouldn't stand for. It wasn't unusual for her to go out of her way to prove someone wrong. With that issue out of the way, Mercedes sort of wondered just how far their little bet would go. Who would win? But really, what was the reason the loser gave up? Mercedes was sure neither of them wanted to drink till they got sick. Would it be because one of them didn't want to get too drunk, got kicked out for behavior, or maybe the sexual tension between them would be too much to handle. The possibilities were endless, but that would be something to just wait for and see. Now though, she was enjoying her few last moments of being sober of that night. She mindlessly sipped on her martini as she listened to Sean try to come up with some excuse on why he was different than the rest of the guys in the club. It was pretty amusing to her, how guys thought of some of the things they did to get in a girls pants. She did know, though, that if he was still making up excuses, he'd still be unsure if he was getting in her pants or not. The amusement from that could only go on for so long, seeing as if he really convinced himself that she wouldn't do anything, he'd probably go and try to find some other girl to take home instead. She knew that she had to think of something to enlighten him on her thinking process, which is why she finally turned her response to his comment the way she knew he'd want it.

Once Mercedes finally let her intentions show through, it didn't take long for Sean to pick up the hint. She figured it wouldn't, seeing as he was probably already looking for any signs that he would get some action that night. Once he returned the devious look back to her, she knew they were both on the same page. There were no confusions on how the night would end now and both of them knew it. Mercedes watched Sean as he bragged some about how good he was in bed. She hoped so. She wasn't a big fan of cockiness, unless a guy could really live up to it. After he said that if she won, she could get a taste, a smirk formed on her face. "Hmm," she said like she was thinking about it before turning to the bartender to order the shots. It barely took any time before they arrived at the table, but before they did, Mercedes asked, "And what happens if you win?" wanting to know what kind of response he would come up with. Afterall, most guys tried to avoid plain out saying they wanted to do a girl, seeing as most girls found that rude. Mercedes didn't get why though. If you wanted sex, you wanted sex, and changing the way you express that shouldn't change you wanting to do things. Afterall, it wasn't like it was love; it was lust. Obviously, most girls had too many issues wrapping that around their heads, forcing guys to think of excuses to get in a girls pants. Mercedes, though, could care less if you came up with a witty remark, or plain out said that you wanted sex. She just wondered if Sean had realized that, and if he hadn't, what he would say. Now, though, the shots were at the bar. Sean had already downed his and ordered more to come, so Mercedes quickly shot the liquid back into her mouth, feeling it burn all the way down her throat. As the bartender set the next round on the table, she looked at Sean and said, "Hit me with your best shot," before, once again, downing another shot down. She wasn't sure where those words came from, but they were constantly swirling through her head at the moment, so why not say them? Mercedes could probably continue to carry the drinking on for another while, though it wouldn't be much longer till her mind got pretty loopy. Sure, she was good with her alcohol, but that couldn't stop her from the strength of tequila. She just wondered how crazy she would get before one of them gave up, calling it quits, and head out to his bus. After all, neither of them wanted to drink themselves sick. There was that fact, plus the one where Mercedes got sort of horny while she was drunk. She wasn't sure why, but for some reason, after drinking a lot, she got the urge to grab some guy and have some fun. Probably because that was what she generally did after she drank. Either way, if she wanted some action, she wanted some, and she wasn't sure how long she could hold on before she'd fall into a temptation like that.

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ooc - lalala.
tagged - sean
words - 1221
outfit - click!
inspiration - my mind?

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Well if she wanted him to play fair, he would play fair. He wasn't sure if he would be able to keep it up very long, since he was so close to his prize, it almost was surreal. He honestly didn't know how long he would drink until he would throw in the towel and show her a real good time. This was a test for him as well, so see how long he would wait it out before he'd given into this lust that was clearly visible in front of them. He was a bit surprised at how the comment came at him. Did this girl think she had this game in the bag? Was she just as sure as herself as he was? He couldn't definitely tell she was flirting with him, hell they were flirting the entire night already, but what did she mean? Sean was starting to lose his sense of thought as he poured more alcohol down his system. He knew he had to stop it before he got sick, but he wasn't sure what exactly determined who was the winner and who was the loser. Maybe she knew, Sean hoped as he downed a second shot of tequila, this time the shot didn't seem as strong, that was probably because he was already getting used to it. He was pretty sure where this night was headed, judging by Mercedes and his both attraction towards each other. It was mainly lust, but that was what Sean always worked off. It wasn't like he was planning on marrying this chick. No, she was another one of his play things, and if she didn't realize it yet, he would surely show her out the door in the morning. There was no way he was going to marry someone he met at a bar. Though he didn't have much morals when it came to this stuff, he did know that that only meant trouble. But still, she was unbelievably attractive, Sean had noticed that the first time he laid eyes on her. But did she get even more attractive the more drunk he was or stay the same?

It didn't take long for Sean to realize that she was trying to pick him up, because she was using all the same tricks Sean used now and in the past, with just a little variation. He was already liking this girl more and more by every passing second. But then he was stuck, he wasn't sure what to say to her question. Honestly, he hadn't expected her to ask that. He was just hoping for a little tongue action after saying that. He honestly didn't know how to answer. He was too buzzed to think of something clever to say, but he knew if he told the truth, he wasn't sure how she might react. Never had he had a girl wanting him to tell her his intentions, he had learned that that was the worst thing you can do to get into a girls' pants. If he felt like getting slapped and possibly get alcohol poured on his head, it was okay to say, but otherwise he had learned from his past a girl does not want to hear it, even if they want the same thing. But Mercedes, she was surprisingly blunt and broke every unwritten rule. He sat there for a little bit, not sure exactly how to say it and making it charming. Maybe this was a trick, a trick to see just how he was able to handle himself in a situation like this. He slammed his shot glass on the counter and looked at her. He knew he was going to regret this later, but he had no other choice but to tell her. "Well, if I win, I was hoping that you and me can take this party and move it to my place..." He stopped, knowing that he needed to be straightforward rather than going around the bend. "and then I'd show you my bed, and do things to you that would make you go wild." There, he said it. It was out in the open and he was pretty sure she'd just up and leave right then and there. He was expecting her to dump her drink on him, or maybe even slap him, so he closed his eyes and leaned to the right, getting mentally prepared for her hand.

He had just broken about every rule in the unwritten rulebook. He was furious with himself. He opened his eyes and winced, wondering if she was waiting for him to physically see her reaction before she walked away. He took another full shot of tequila, hoping that the alcohol would numb the pain or maybe help him forget about this night. He knew that it would surely haunt him in the future how stupid he must have been to be able to fall for one of her tricks. If she didn't walk away, there was something definitely wrong in the universe. No girl would want to have sex with someone after hearing him say such inappropriate things to her. Maybe it was the alcohol that made him tell the blunt truth, Sean was hoping maybe she would give him some relief since his mind was getting pretty fuzzy and he was saying things that would get him beaten up for. "You have my permission." He said, looking at her, wondering why she hadn't attacked yet. "You can use my drink if you don't want to waist yours." He was pretty sure he had just struck out, but he was wondering what she was waiting for. Was she waiting for some kind of invitation to pour a drink down his head, or pants, or wherever she felt like pouring it. "I just please ask you to not go for the hair, it takes hours to get the smell out of it." He was hoping she'd have some kind of sympathy for him. Shit, he probably shouldn't have said anything, because if that wasn't already her target in the first place, it probably now was just so she could get him back for being straightforward with her, but he felt that if he wasn't, there was no shot at taking her home tonight, but did he really need to risk it all? Boy, this girl was good, Sean felt like he was the one being played instead of the opposite like he usually did. Normally, Sean would make up some bull shit to get her to fall for his trick, and then once she was completely wasted, he'd take her home and do what he really intended on doing with her, and once he was done, he'd send her packing.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1126
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “nada.”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

Mercedes knew that she was different than most girls, and she used that to her advantage. Her plans were almost always to get laid at the end of the night, and the few times they weren't, she made sure to go out with someone and stick with them the majority of the night. Well, unless they were wanting to get laid. She wouldn't hold any of her band members back, seeing as she'd be sort of annoyed if they did that to her. Of course, not all of her band members were into one night stands. A few of them actually still believed in saving sex for people they truly cared about. Mercedes sort of respected it, though she didn't get it at the same time. Why miss out on something so fun? Sure, it was generally a new guy every time, but that just made it more fun. Who wants the same thing everytime? New people meant new things, even if she couldn't remember them the next day, they were still fun. Besides, it wasn't like she was going out with anyone, and if someone who was taken had sex with her....well, it wasn't her problem. She didn't try to learn the personal lifes of every guy she met. The point of a one night stand was for it to be one night. Once in a while she'd do a booty call, but only if the guy was really good. She tried to stray away from those, not wanting any strings to form. Afterall, how weird for it to be to date someone from a bar? Try explaining that to people when they asked how you knew each other. 'Oh, we hooked up one night at a bar, and fell in love...' That wouldn't exactly be the funnest thing to explain to her parents....err, dad. Besides, it wasn't like she was looking for someone to be with. She had never been one of those girls that were big on relationships. If it happened, it happened, but that was about it. Besides, once in a relationship, you were dedicated to that person, and what was the fun of that?

After Mercedes asked Sean what he wanted if he won the bet, she waited patiently, curious of what he would decide to do. It was obvious from the time he was taking to respond that he wasn't so sure himself. He was probably wondering if she was trying to pull some prank on him, though that wasn't the case. Honestly, Mercedes was probably enjoying this more than she should have been. As she was waiting, she was trying to think of some of the responses he'd come up with, though the possibilities were endless. The thing she didn't expect from him, though, was the honest truth. She had figured she still had him fooled, but her mind changed some when his answer came, bluntly stating what was in both of their minds. She did her best to hide the smile that was trying to sneak on her face, saying a quick, "Mmm," before turning back to the shots that kept coming, knowing the bet was still on. Either way, she was sort of impressed that he had told the truth. Most guys wouldn't even try it with her, even if they were catching on to her thinking. Did she finally meet up with a guy that got it? If he did, she had to give him major props. She was pretty impressed, though. Usually, guys at bars just used bull shit excuses, doing anything possible to get into the girls pants. Mercedes knew that actually saying it was pretty high on a guys list of 'what not to do' for flirting. Sean had just broken the rules, and she wasn't sure how he would be taking that. Afterall, if it had been any other girl, he probably would have been drenched and rejected by now. Luckily for him, he had run into her. The night was far from over, and now that she completely knew that he was on the same page from her, she knew things would only get better from there.

When Sean gave her permission to dump his drink on him, she stared at him, in slight disbelief. When he had told her the truth as forward as he could have, she assumed that he had finally caught onto her. Obviously not, though. He still probably thought that she was like most girls, which wasn't the case. Though she was staring in disbelief at first, she couldn't help but laugh when he asked her to avoid her hair. "If I wanted to dump a drink on you, it'd already be done," she said in a matter of fact way before reaching up, pressing her lips against his. She had to have some way to show him that he hadn't just canceled himself out of scoring with her. After a few seconds, she pulled away, watching to see his reaction. She wondered if her reactions would confuse him, or if he'd finally realize what type of girl she was. Either way, she was pretty positive that they were still heading back to his place afterwards. Especailly with what she just did. That one kiss probably just increased the lust between them an unbelievable amount, but it didn't matter to her. After all, the lust was going to reach high levels by the end of the night, why not up it a little now? "Besides, what kind of person would I be for backing out of a bet?" Sure, usually bets were made before the competition started, but it didn't really matter to Mercedes. Besides, what did she have to lose? After a minuet, she looked away, realizing that the bartender had already put another round of shots between them. Grabbing another glass, she shot the liquid back, the burn still going through her throat. No matter how many shots she took, the burning sensation it caused never ceased to get any better. What it did do, though, was taint her mind. Mercedes already knew that she wasn't sober anymore. Things were getting a little fuzzy for her, and her mind was getting a little more difficult to understand. It wouldn't be long until she started saying things that made completely no since. A few more shots would add to that. She wasn't sure how many that would be, though. The temptation to give into her lust was pretty high now, and she was positive she wasn't the only one feeling it. She just wondered which one of them would give into it first, or if it would somehow be a mutual decision.

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ooc - lalala.
tagged - sean
words - 1111
outfit - click!
inspiration - dreams; a letter to you

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Well, he could see that the dumping and rejection wasn't going to happen and he couldn't help but feel stupid for showing a slight sign of weakness. What was this girl doing to him? He was totally losing it. It was as though she had turned the tables on him and he was the girl and she was the guy trying to take him back to her place. This new fear made Sean want to win this bet, to prove his manliness again. Though he knew that by the end of the night, he'd be twice the man he was right now and that this silly little bet didn't mean anything except to get both of them plastered beyond belief. Mercedes was not like most girls, Sean thought, he didn't think he'd ever meet someone as clever and exciting as her at a bar. These types of chicks were the hard to get ones, but yet Mercedes was here despite all the failed attempts made by Sean of flirting. Looking back at this night, he knew he would be disappointed in himself, knowing that Mercedes only felt sorry for him. Snap out of it, thought Sean. How could he possibly doubt himself after telling the truth to Mercedes and finding out she wasn't going to reject him? Instead, she said something that simultaneously surprised and turned him on. She kissed him, and they weren't even that drunk. Well she probably wasn't, Sean knew he was on the borderline. He lingered there for a few seconds, head held in midair as if to savor the moment. He opened his eyes and realized yet another glass of tequila replaced the empty one. Sean took a sip, wondering if he should just give up now. She was using a new torture on him, the torture of lust. If he could, Sean would get on top of her right now, and rip her clothes off, not caring who watched... But then they would probably get kicked out before anything else happened.

After downing the new shot, Sean leaned in and kissed her back. Two can play at this game, thought Sean. If she was going to play dirty, so was he. The bet just got even more interesting. Waiting for the next round, Sean was getting impatient. How many shots of tequila could she handle? He started trying to think of how many shots she would be able to handle before he'd win, and then how he had to match up to her. He still wasn't even sure if he was going to win, but this new plot twist sure got him feeling weak. He couldn't give into her sick temptation though. He knew that this was just another trick girls used, teasing the boys until they can't take it any longer. Sean didn't think it would resort to this, but since it had, he was glad he caught on. Mercedes definitely wasn't just an average girl he met at a bar. For once, the chase was starting to drive him wild again. The adrenaline rushing, his heart racing, no girl was able to get him so worked up before sex before. Something about Mercedes intrigued him, probably more than any other girl. Tonight was going to be more fun than Sean had intended it to be. He was glad he had come over here, glad that for once, a girl was just as blunt and straightforward about one night stands as he was. If only more girls had Mercedes' brain, then the fun of one night stands would once again strike Sean's fancy. They had become such a part of life, it sort of lost it's flair. It felt good to get it back. Another round came, Sean almost felt sick to his stomach as he downed it. He ignored it, knowing that his body was only acting this way to get him to quit so they can move onto funner things. But Sean wasn't going to give into his stomach, nor any other part of his body just yet. Just one more shot, he thought, trying to extend the drinking game a little further. So he sucked it up, and downed yet another glass. Wondering what Mercedes was feeling, Sean hoped that she would soon give in. All she needed was a little more persuasion. Sean's empty hand moved onto her thigh, slowly making its' way to her stomach. He scooted his seat closer to hers, leaning in and kissing her on the lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth as he massaged it with hers.

If she wasn't starting to give in, Sean didn't know what else to do. As he made out with her, his hand slipped their way under her shirt, naturally moving up to its' destination, taking the shirt along with it. Once he realized what he was doing, he stopped, and took his hand out of her shirt just before completely revealing her bra. His hand moved down to her waist, pulling her closer in till she was practically sitting on his lap. He knew he was cracking, but he hoped that she was too. Two more glasses of tequila showed up. Sean stopped making out with her and grabbed his glass, chugging it so he can get back to her. The taste of tequila freshly in his mouth, Sean's lips returned to hers, kissing her passionately. Once they broke apart, he leaned in to her ear and whispered, "This can all be over, all you got to do is give in, and we can go back to my place..." Sean smirked, hoping that she would take the bait. He was completely gone now, he had only one motive, to do whatever it takes so that he wins and gets to take her home. Not many girls can resist what he was doing to her. It was almost cruel, teasing her like this, but there was never any rules against it. Besides, she started it by kissing him. Sean brought his head around her cheek and back to her mouth, making out with her again. The taste of tequila in her mouth was mouthwatering and delicious. "Come on, babe. Let's end it so we can get out of here." He said softly. He looked at the counter, realizing how many empty tequila bottles were stacked on the counter. He hadn't realized how many shots they had already consumed during this bet. It was enough to call it even, thought Sean, but being the competitive guy he was, he needed her to say it.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1118
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “nada.”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

Mercedes was glad to get his thinking back to where it was supposed to be. She knew that he was doubting getting her back in bed, and that wasn't what she wanted him to do. She wanted him to know that she already had her mind set, just like he wanted his to be. That's why she decided to kiss him. She knew that would be the best way to tell him that she had no issue with him sharing the blunt truth. After all, that's what she did, and she actually respected that he did it with her. Of course, their was a chance she was screwing around with his head. Anything he did tonight he probably wouldn't be able to do with the majority of other girls in the world. Most of them just wanted sweet words, even if they were lies. Mercedes, on the other hand, would rather have a guy say 'let's go fuck' than try to feed around the bush. Besides, though most guys came to bars to get laid, there were always the few odd balls that came just to hang out. There was one time where Mercedes thought she was going to get laid, but in reality, that wasn't the guys intentions at all. That wasn't her best nights, and she wished that it was one of the many she'd forget, but that didn't happen. As she sat there, she wondered if this would be a night she'd remember. Though she had had many guys, this one was different. After all, he was the first one that actually went out and said that he wanted to have sex with her. Even if guys generally did catch on to her game, they still tried to avoid saying it. Mercedes sort of wanted to remember this guy, but she knew it wouldn't matter. After all, it was only for a night. There would be no need to remember names or anything in the morning, right? Sure, there were booty calls, but not all guys were into that. Heck, she didn't know if she was really into it. She had done it once or twice before, but for the most part, she just wanted a quick fuck and then leave without any awkward interactions. But who knows, maybe things would go well for the both of them that night and they could hit it up again. Well, it didn't matter much to her now. There was just one thing she wanted from him, and if she never got it from him again, there were plenty of other guys that she could get easily.

As another round of shots came, Mercedes wondered how many more she'd actually be able to get down. Sure, she was pretty good at getting a lot of alcohol into her system, but she had to stop after a certain point. She was starting to get to the point where she knew that if she continued on like she was, she'd get sick. She still wanted to win the bet, though, and was going to try her best to do so. She quickly downed her shot, and as she set hers down, she watched Sean quickly down his. From the looks of it, it seemed like he could go on doing those for another while. Mercedes, on the other hand, was about done. Of course, she was doing her best to hide it, not wanting to show her weakness. She wondered if Sean was doing the same thing, or if he to, was starting to get a little sick of the alcohol. What he did next, though, just wanted her to drop the bet and leave right then and there. His hand moving up her thigh sent butterflys through her stomach, the lust she felt increasing more. She turned towards him, and as he pressed his lips against his and stuck his tongue into her mouth, she felt her heart start to beat faster. He was playing with her one weakness, and a big part of her told her he was going to win. It was sort of her fault for starting it, but she wish he hadn't thought to use it against her. As his hand made it's way up her shirt, she felt the shirt going with it, but she just didn't care anymore. Let people call her a slut for making out in a bar, she didn't give a fuck. It was obvious she wasn't sober anymore and all she wanted was to go back to his place now.

Naturally, she continued to lean closer and closer to him. She took her hands and ran them from his stomache all the way up until her arms wrapped around his neck as she continued to make out with him. Mercedes heart continued to beat faster as he got closer to her breasts, though she was slightly disappointed when he removed his hands. It was probably for the best, though, seeing as they didn't need everyone seeing them together. As she felt his hands bringing her waist closer to his, she didn't hesitate. It wasn't long until the chair she was in was empty and she was on his lap. She knew that all she wanted now was Sean and nothing but him, so when he broke away, she was sort of annoyed. Obviously, he still had his eye on winning the bet. Mercedes watched as he downed the shot, but she didn't do anything, having no more motivation to drink. She wanted to win the bet, but there were other things that she'd rather have now. As Seans lips returned to hers, she pushed her tounge into his mouth, tasting the tequila. She had one of her hands on the back of his head, and pressed it closer as she continued to kiss him. Once again, he broke away, whispering that it could all be over, but it was up to her. She looked at the shot she hadn't downed yet, debating to grab it and continue the bet, or to just give up and leave. He had hit her in her weak spot, and she wasn't sure if she could or even wanted to recover from it. Mercedes felt is mouth on his check and she turned her head so their lips could meet once again. When he broke away again and said that they should end it, she once again looked at the bar, the shot of tequila no longer appealing her. Their was only one thing appealing to her at the moment, and she was sitting on him. "Fine, you win," she said, sort of upset that she had lost, but instead of letting him get a response, she pressed her lips against his, now knowing where they were going. After a minuet, she broke away, standing up so that he could get up. She was ready to leave and really get things started, and the sooner, the better.

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ooc - lalala.
tagged - sean
words - 1160
outfit - click!
inspiration - worth the wait; lights out dancing

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

So Sean cheated, so what; he was a cheater. He usually did everything in his power to win, and this was just another one of those times. Though unlike the other times, he could feel himself stray away from the alcohol. Maybe he hadn't drank enough to forget, just enough to get him so drunk to grant her every wish. Usually Sean was in control of the making out, but when a girl took the lead, it was so much more entertaining to him. Once she had positioned herself on top of him, that made it easier to kiss her, but harder to resist the temptation of his hands navigating around their body. As she moved her hands up his stomach and to his head, Sean knew that if she wasn't going to give up, he was about to, but she said those words he was waiting almost the entire night. He smiled at her, giving her a thank you kiss. His heart was pumping out of his chest and he felt like a little boy waking up on christmas morning and running down the stairs to see the presents. And now he was about to open those presents. It was just a few more minutes now, and they'd be on his bed, clothing off, and having fun. He was a bit saddened when she got off him, things were finally really heating up. But he soon brushed it off and stood up to, leading her out of the club. Fortunately the club wasn't too far from his bed, though it felt very far, since he was obviously drunk and horny. He couldn't wait any longer, so he called for a cab. The taxi driver pulled over, and Sean lead them into the cab, immediately thrusting himself on Mercedes when the cab took off. The cab was a little more private than the club, which gave Sean a little more freedom, but he was still restricted. He literally had his tongue thrust in the back of her mouth the entire ride home.

Soon enough, the cab pulled into the parking lot and out went Sean. He grabbed Mercedes' hands as if he were going to lose her and lead her all the way to the tour bus. Sean opened the door of the tour bus, and looked around, relieved that no one was there. Still holding onto Mercedes' hands he walked in. Once they were inside, Sean shut the door, and put his hands around her waist, kissing her again. His hands slowly moved from her waist to her ass, firmly squeezing it, backing her into his bed. He pushed her down, and shortly followed suit, holding himself up on top of her. He could feel his pants get a little bit tighter, as he was laying on top of her. His hand, which had been restricted before, now freely found the seem of her shirt again, and starting rising up, this time passing the spot where he had stopped, until they wrapped around her breast, kissing her while he did it. Sean kissed her lips one last time, before slowly moving his head down to kiss her chest. It was all coming back to him, he had finally gotten back on his high horse, and with perfect timing too. As he kissed her neck and back up to her lips, the other hand that wasn't occupied by her breast went for her thigh, raising one leg up that was leaning against the side of his body. His hand remained there for a few seconds, enjoying his hold onto her, before assisting his other hand by lifting her shirt up. His hand stopped for a moment, joining the other hand, holding onto her other breast and giving it a firm feel. He honestly didn't know how guys could be gay, it was like almost impossible for him to believe that any guy wouldn't want to hold a girl in this position. His hands remained there for a while, until finally he decided that the shirt had to come off. Slowly, his hands worked together and lifted the shirt up and over her head, violently tossing it to the floor on top of the pile of clothing. He took a quick glance at her body, simply dumbstruck at how stunningly perfect her curves were, it almost as if he hadn't seen a girls' shirtless body before. He had been staring, but could you really blame him? This girl, though she may be small, had curves in all the right places. Sean returned to his station at her lips, while his hands were at her waist, fitting perfectly around her curves.

As he kissed her, his hands still not satisfied. Though she was now shirtless, there was still a lot of articles of clothing still on her body. Giving kisses to her left and right, Sean's hands began to work their way all the way to the button of her jeans. His hands lingered there, they were in no rush, though he felt as though he was about to explode if they didn't come off soon. But finally, his hands continued, slowly unbuttoning and zipping down the zipper. Once he got those undone, he grabbed hold of her jeans and pulled them down, gently gliding his hands down her smooth legs as he did so. Once the jeans were down to her ankles, one by one, Sean took it off her feet and then tossed it nearby her shirt. He smiled, his hands returning around her small torso. Two articles of clothing were on her, and boy did she look even hotter. His lips never left hers, he had so much practice, that he could have done it blindfolded. His hand moved from her waist to her thigh, riding it up before slipping his hand into her panties and held onto her perfect ass. Sean looked down at her body again, still mesmerized by how a little girl could have such a flawless body. He just couldn't keep his hands off of her. She had some kind of spell over him, all she had to do was sit there while he did all the work. Granted, he wasn't going to take his clothes off without some assistance from her. If she wanted it off, she had to work for it as well, he sure as hell wasn't going to make it easy for her.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1072
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “we should probably put [R] in the next post or two, unless you want to fade to black. i'm fine with either.”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

Though Mercedes was sort of upset for losing the bet, especially because Sean had used one of her weaknesses against her, she was sort of glad. The amount of alcohol she had consumed had really made her horny, and once the two had started making out, there was one thing on her mind, and she wasn't able to get it off of it. As Sean lead her out of the club, she noticed a few jealous stares from girls, and a pretty intense glare coming from some blond chick. They probably wondered how she could have scored such a hot guy while they were older than her. Really, you just had to know how to play the game. Mercedes could have explained this to them, but she had no intention to and it wasn't like she was sticking around. Since neither of them had a car, it was either walking or grabbing a taxi. She was pretty relieved when it was decided to get a taxi. After all, it was a lot more private, and though they couldn't do whatever they wanted, they could get closer without people staring as much. That's exactly what they did, making out the whole ride home.

As the cab pulled into the parking lot and the two got out, she felt Sean grab her hand and she laced their fingers, the lust just wanting her to be as close to him as she could. Luckily, it didn't seem like long until the two reached Sean's bus. Mercedes wasn't sure if anyone was on there, but it didn't seem like it, and if they were, it seemed like they'd give the two privacy. After all, who really wanted to sit around and watch someone have sex? Once the door to the bus was closed, Sean came back over to her and the two started to make out again, her hands slowly running up and down his torso until she was pushed onto his bed, which broke the kiss. Luckily, the two weren't apart for long as he climbed back on top of her and started making out with her again. Though Mercedes loved to party, she knew that the small after party that she usually got invited to after was better, especially with the extra privacy. Tonight proved to be no different as Sean made out with her and felt her. As he bent down and started to kiss her breast, she could feel her breathing become more laboured. As his lips returned to hers, she felt one of his hands lift her leg up. Even with a touch as simple as that, she could feel herself becomming more and more turned out. It was crazy what lust could do to a person. As his hand left her thigh, she left the leg up, wrapping it around him, allowing her other leg to do the same. She felt her shirt being hitched even higher, but before it was tossed off to the side, she felt her breast being squezed, making a barely audible moan escape from the back of her throat into the kiss. For some weird reason, she was more impatient that night than she was most. She knew that she needed to get it together, not wanting to seem like she would be so easy to please. Finally, he lifted the shirt off of her and threw it to the side. Before they got back to kissing, though, she noticed Sean check her out, making a small smirk come to her face. It's not like she cared if he stared, because at that moment, it sort of boosted her self-esteem. Then again, staring for too long would have been annoying, so she was glad it didn't take long for them to get back to making out. She could feel Seans hands make their way to her pants. Knowing that they'd be off soon, she unwrapped her legs from around him, knowing she'd have to for them to be removed. Though it took longer than she would want, he eventually got her pants off, though he caused goose bumps to rise on her legs as he trailed his hands down her legs.

Once Mercedes was in nothing but her underwear, she realized that somehow, she hadn't managed to take any of Sean's clothing off. She wasn't sure how, but she wasn't letting it stay that way for long. Though Mercedes knew guys generally wanted to be on top, needing the feeling of being the dominant one, she couldn't help but take control. It wasn't like she got mad when she wasn't, but if she didn't have at least a few minuets of doing what she wanted to a guy, she sort of felt like she was doing nothing. Mercedes thought that girls that did nothing during sex were way to full of themselves, which was why she always ended up getting on top at some point. She wouldn't protest if the guy tried getting back on top, as long as he had some time to do something. As the two continued to makeout, she wrapped her arms around him, sitting up as she slowly started to push him up. Once the two were sitting up, she pushed him back onto the bed. Having their lips locked the whole time, she climbed on top of him; straddeling him with her legs. Like he had done earlier, Mercedes took her hands and put them under his shirt; dragging her hands along his body, dragging the shirt up with it. Once it got to his chest, she broke away from the kiss to get the shirt the rest of the way off of him before tossing it to the side. Instead of going back to kissing him, she slowly started to climb off of him, moving down the bed, forcing his legs open so she could sit between them. Though she would rather have her lips against his, she would also like his pants off, plus it was nice to get a few breaths of air in quickly. Wanting to get back to making out with him as soon as she could, she did her best to quickly unbutton his pants. Once she did, she pulled them down until they were fully off, tossing them off the side of the bed with the rest of the clothes. Instead of climbing up and immideatly making out with him again, she decided to have a little fun. Sure, it was probably going to tease him greatly, but then again, he had used lust against her to win a bet. It was only fair that she got to have a little fun in return. Seeing as she was still between his legs, she bent over, pressing her lips against his left inner thigh before moving and putting one a little higher up on his right inner thigh. She continued to do this; trailing her kisses up his legs until she got to his area. He still had his underwear on, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel anything through it. She kissed there, letting her lips linger a little, knowing that it would be driving him crazy; especially since he still had his underwear on. After a moment or so, she moved her lips from there to his stomach, starting to kiss up the rest of his body, slowly climbing back ontop of him. She continued to tracel her kisses up until she reached his lips, once again straddeling him with her legs.

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ooc - thanks for reminding me cause I probably would have forgot to do that, : p.
tagged - sean
words - 1251
outfit - click!
inspiration - you're not in on the joke; cobra starship

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

The cab ride to his place went by awfully quickly, obviously he thought so since he was preoccupied with kissing a girl to notice that the cab driver hit almost every green light, or he was going threw the red ones so he could get them the hell out of the cab. Sean could careless, he felt the cab driver was doing him a favor, helping them get to his place faster. Once they arrived, when Sean grabbed her hands, she laced her fingers with his. This made his heart skip a beat. When they were sprawled on the bed, a beautiful girl underneath him in nothing but his underwear sure got his juices flowing. With her legs draped around his back, he knew that he was completely in her power now as she lifted him up, and pushed him back down on the bed, turning the table so that now she was on top of him. Sean was a bit stunned at her taking control like this, normally he didn't like it when he wasn't in control, but her on top, feeling up his stomach like he had hers only moments before, made him suddenly enjoy his new position under her. Besides, it made it easier for her to take his clothes off. He laid there, helpless as she stripped him shirtless, only allowed the movement of his lips whilst she kissed him.

When her lips parted away from him as she made her way down to his pants, he leaned forward up a little to see what she was doing, holding himself up with his elbows, he watched her as she forced herself in between his legs. Sean leaned his head back and slightly moaned as he felt the blood rush straight between his legs and his boxers started to get tighter. Payback was a bitch. Since Sean had used her weakness to get her to give in, she was using his weakness to get him about to burst. She brought her head really close to left leg, kissing it but passing over his area to his right leg, and kissing. Fuck, she was good, thought Sean. Already he had an erection, and they weren't completely nude yet. When her lips rose up again, he felt her kiss his area. Though the piece of fabric was sill there, it still drove him nuts. His hands softly placed themselves on her shoulders, holding her there, but then he let go, knowing he didn't want to rush things. Sean laid there, helplessly as she moved her lips up his body, his arms finding a comfortable position on the seam of her undies.

Finally, she was back up to kissing his lips, Sean's kisses were even more passionate than before. He was completely under her spell, letting her have her little fun time while she was on top of him, hoping that her lips would once again meet between his legs again very soon, only this time without the boxers getting in the way. His hands rode up her torso and to her mid back to where her bra was. His hands played with the bra until he got it to unhook, slowly taking the bra off, revealing her breasts. His hands lingered a bit at the sides of her breasts, before completely taking the bra off of her arms and violently tossing it to the floor. One more piece left, thought Sean. His adrenaline was kicking, and he loved every second of it. His hands grabbed her breasts, finally rid of those pesky clothing. The feeling of them felt great, magical in fact. So much better without the clothes on, there was no competition about it. One hand remaining were it was, his right one moved up her collar bone and down her arm till he made his way to her panties. Should he reveal them while he still had an advantage over her? He contemplated, but before he allowed himself to forget what he was going to, his other hand fell down there too and he slowly took her panties off leaning up as he pulled them off her legs. His arms grabbed her lower torso, pulling her body back close to him and laying down. A beautiful, completely nude girl now laying on top of him, Sen's hand grabbed her wrist, pulling it down to his upper thigh, slowly showing her the route to a place she was about to get very familiar with. Leading her up his leg, Sean slipped her hand up his boxers, stopping only when he got to the area she had teased him before. He let go of her hand, allowing her to explore as she liked. Sean's hand grabbing her leg pulling her lower torso down a bit further. Though he was getting a bit comfortable laying on the bed for once, he knew how it felt being on top, and trying not to hurt their partner, he didn't mind if she laid on him, he actually preferred it, since it was both alluring and at the same time not painful for her. His hands finally went back to her lower back, where they felt the most comfortable with, kissing her passionately as if to edge her on, hoping she'd get the hint.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 880
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “okay we are set xD sorry mines a bit on the short side :/ i promise my next one will make it up !”

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[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

Mercedes wasn't sure how they had gotten back to the tour grounds so quickly, but she wasn't going to be one to complain. Usually, cabs did their best to take the long routes, wanting to charge their passangers extra money. Then again, cab drivers who had two people making out in the back of their car probably wanted to get them out of their before anything too intense happened. It worked for her; she got to her destination quicker and it cost less. Time seemed to fly as the two got to the bus and onto the bed. Though it was nice to have Sean on top of her at first, she sort of felt like it left her doing nothing, so she decided to take the chance of switching things up. She had to admit; she was pretty glad that Sean wasn't one of those guys that freaked out too bad when they weren't in control. She was probably one of the few girls that actually liked to be in control. It was fun for her to throw in surprises, and even though she could do that while she was on the bottom, it was a lot easier on top, especially for her and her height. As Mercedes teased him, she couldn't help but get a little satisfaction and amusement out of it. She wasn't going to lie; she was a bitch. But he was the one that had brought it on all the way back at the club. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't enjoying it. She knew he was because of the moan that escaped his mouth as her lips traveled down there. That, and the fact that she had already given him an erection. When it came to sex, she knew what she was doing, and knew how to drive a guy crazy. She felt as Seans hands came down on her shoulders, holding her there. He obviously was hoping for her to take off his boxers then, but that wasn't her plan for that moment. She knew it would come soon enough, though. Though she liked to have her fun with teasing, knowing that she could easily get a guy worked up and even more into the fun, there was only so long she could carry it on. After all, it wasn't like guys were the only ones that had cravings to do it. She did too, and she liked to fufill those, and the quicker that happened the better. As long as she could hold on, though, she'd do her best to stay in the mood.

Once Mercedes lips had reached his again, she noticed that their kisses were a lot more intense. She knew that was bound to happen, though. After all, things were getting a lot hotter between the two, and she planned on continuing that. She could feel as Seans hands made their way up to the back of her bra, playing with the strap until he got it unclasped. When the bra was finally out of the way and Sean had grabbed her breasts, she bent in closer to him, loving the feeling of his hands against her bare breasts. She continued to press her lips harder against his as she continued to make out, her hands on either side of his head. She could feel as both of his hands slowly made their way to the hem of her panties, the adrenaline rushing through her as she realized that, once thos were gone, she'd be completely naked, him only having one piece of clothing left that could be easily removed. As he started to come up so he could remove her panties, she went up also so he could get up. Once she was fully naked, he felt her hands on the back of her lower torso, bringing her back down with him. She was sort of surprised that he hadn't taken control again, but she didn't mind. After all, that meant that she had time to enjoy doing what she wanted. Even though that generally consisted of a decent amount of teasing, she always made it worth it, barely ever getting a guy that would complain about it.

As she continued to make out with him, she felt him grab her wrist and bring it down to his upper thigh. She was curious on what he was doing, but decided to let him do whatever, paying half of her attnetion to that and the other half to her mouth that continued to make out with his. She could feel him moving her hand up his thigh, and she let her fingers lightly touch his leg, continuing up until he let go, realizing that she was at his area. At first, she didn't touch it, lightly moving her hand around it for a couple seconds before grabbing it, relieved that he wasn't one of those guys who secretly had a small one. Unlike girls, where guys could see their package, girls were pretty oblivious until they actually got in the bed. She was glad that he hadn't disappointed. In sort of a weird way of thanks, she lightly grabbed his area, moving her hand up and down it lightly and slowly. It was teasing, but she wasn't going to do anything to quickly. After all, why have it end as it was just starting? After a minuet, she removed her hand and brought it out of his boxers. She had a good idea what he was thinking he wanted, but in her head, she had a pretty good feeling of knowing what his body wanted. Putting her hands on his chest, she slowly started to grind her lower half into his, easily feeling his erection. It turned her on greatly, and before long, she realized she couldn't continue doing that with his underwear still on. Like earlier, she broke away from the kiss and started to kiss down his stomach until she reached the hem of his boxers. Once there, she grabbed each side with her hands, pulling them down and tossing them to the side of the bed. Now, both of them were naked, and it just seemed to make everything more intense. She started kissing his inner thighs again, contemplating what she wanted to do. Sure, she could continue to tease him, but she didn't want to be too mean about it. After all, some guys actually enjoyed the teasing while others couldn't stand it at all. All she was doing was trying to contemplate how annoyed he was getting by it. She looked up, trying to see if she could read his face at all or get some type of clue.

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ooc - aha, don't worry about it, (:
tagged - sean
words - 1115
outfit - click!
inspiration - catfish soup; attack attack!

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Sean lingered on his back, allowing her to think she was in control for awhile before he took over for her. Besides, she was help setting him up, he still needed to get his juices flowing, literally, so it worked out for the both of them. As he squeezed her breasts, he felt her getting more intense as well with his kisses, urging him on. The more she kissed, the more he gripped firmer on her breasts. He was kind of sad when his hand left her breast to show her hand just what she can discover, knowing that once she found it, the feeling would soon come back. As he rode her hand up his thigh and over to his dick, he shivered as he felt her hands lightly grace his thigh. The feeling was killing him, but when he left her hand down there, he squirmed a bit, and out escaped another moan when he felt her hand grab his dick with confidence. He knew he shouldn't have helped her find it, she knew what she was doing. She seemed like a professional, but she was just such a damn tease, it killed him. When she started stroking his dick up and down the shaft, Sean's moans got more frequent and louder. Damn, she caught on quick.

"You fucking tease." He said as she pulled her hand out of his boxers and brought her lower body to his. She started to grind on him, more moans were escaping with every break it took in between kissing. He wondered if she had forgotten he was still in his boxers. He looked down as she stopped, and watched her take his boxers off. Once he was completely nude, he no longer had that advantage he did before. Okay, he'd had enough of this. Sean grabbed her waist and rolled her over, so now that he was on top of her on the opposite side of the bed. He pressed her arms down on the side of the bed, showering her with kisses. His dick was dangling there, he slowly brought it down to her lower waist, swinging it back and forth, rubbing on the outer surface of her private area, before thrusting it in and penetrating her insides.

Though he was completely wasted, sex was something that was instinctual to him. His hands, which still were still holding her arms against the bed, removed themselves from her arms and grabbed her legs, lifting them up and over, allowing more access between her legs as he pushed it in deeper. He started off slowly, but it didn't take long before he picked up speed. With every push, he used a little more force to get it in deeper and deeper into the hole. In, out, in, out. It was a not stop motion. Kissing her passionately, his hands made contact with her breasts again. Oh yes, she was a natural at this. He could already feel his dick harden even more whilst inside her. He continued to work up a sweat, leaning in and kissing her, shoving his tongue down her throat. His hands pushing her boobs close to each other, using them as handles, he twisted them a bit. Sean usually was an ass kind of guy, but when the bottom of him was already using her ass, he had to have something for his hands to hold on to. He continued to squeeze them, pinching her nipples a bit to get them to harden. His lips moved from her lips to her upper breast, releasing a hand as he moved down it, putting his mouth and tenderly licking her nipples. He sucked on it for a little, and moved over to her other breast so not one breast got all the action. He moved back up her breast after a few minutes of sucking on them to her lips, kissing her again.

His hips still working up and down, he felt as though he was thrusting his back out, but he had his dick pretty deep in there. It wasn't because she was loose, no she was a pretty tight as a matter of fact, but there was something about her that made him want to go the extra mile to show her a good time. He knew that she had expected him to give into her seduction, but he wanted her to still be surprised, because he knew that was the only way to get her satisfied. Working up and down, sweat was dropping from his brows, he kissed her passionately, his hands pushing her boobs up, tightly pushing them together, to show her his determination. If there was anything she wanted him to do, he would gladly do. All she had to do was point him in the right direction. She had already done plenty for him, allowing his dick to penetrate her vagina was more than enough. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. He never really cared about how a girl felt about him because he was always so determined and confident he was pretty damn good, but this girl giave him a weak spot. In order to hide it, Sean knew he was thrusting extra long and extra hard so he could show her he knew exactly how to handle her, but was it enough? And if it wasn't, what kind of crazy sex had she had that could top this? Sean was determined to make this night memorable, even if the both of them were completely wasted. If Sean wasn't wasted though, he would have remembered to put the condom on. He was already deep in her though and how embarrassing would it be if he put this whole thing to halt just to put one on. He might have done it, if he were thinking, but she was practically giving him the okay when she grinded on her, so he didn't think anything of it. He was too plastered to think about being safe, it wasn't his problem after all. It wasn't like he hadn't made the same mistake before, and he's never heard of a Sean jr coming along, so he seemed to push his luck for as long as he can.

hey it’s, done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 1040
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “sorry if it sucks i was writing a really good one and then my computer went retarded so i had to start over after i was about three fourths done..”

[*MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU!]

As moans continued to come out of Sean, Mercedes was having more and more issues keeping herself in control from stopping her teasing right then and there. She knew she was a tease, but she also knew that guys got pleasure out of it. Well, most guys. This time seemed no different to her as she continued to move her hand up and down Sean's shaft, causing him to moan. As she moved her hand out, she heard the remark from him about being a tease, but just rolled her eyes and replied, "You know you love it." before grinding her hips against his, causing more moans to escape his mouth. This just turned her on more and more until she finally couldn't take it anymore. She removed his boxers, tossing them to the side so that they were now both nude. She started to contemplate what to do next, but there was no need for that as Sean flipped her back over so that he was on top. Mercedes knew what was about to come from the feeling starting to seize through her, but never once had she thought to tell him to get a condom. That was probably why getting on birth control had been one of her smartest choices. When she was wasted, she generally had issues remembering simple things like that. Mainly, she remembered what she wanted. Sure, she knew birth control wasn't guaranteed to stop her from getting pregnant, but of all the times she had sex before, nothing had happened. Sure, there was always the chance of getting a STD, but that's why she always went to the doctors and get checked. Honestly, she probably went more frequently than she should to get checked, but something about having AID's completely terrified her, so she did. Now though, her thinking process wasn't at it's best, which was why she didn't even think to stop him. She was almost positive everything would be fine, though, and if it wasn't, she'd deal with it later.

As Mercedes felt Sean holding her arms down, she couldn't help to feel more turned on as she made out with him. Though she liked having a decent amount of time to be the dominant one, she also loved being on the bottom, and for some strange reason, the feeling of being trapped compeltely drove her crazy with lust. Mercedes felt as Sean's dick rubbed on the outside of her vagina, making her squirm and grunt a little. It wasn't like she had done the same thing to him, so she didn't complain. When he finally thrusted into her though, a moan escaped through her lips as pleasure began to shoot through her insides. She felt as he lifted her legs to get better access, and she didn't resist it, wrapping her legs around him as he continued to thrust deeper into her faster, causimg moans of pleasure to continue to escape her. She could feel sweat starting to cover her body from how hot and intense things were getting. As he was thrusting, she was grabbing the sheets to hold on to, but as Sean's hands came in contact with her breasts, her hands came to his back, starting at the top and slowly her nails scratched against his skin till she reached his hips, grabbing on to them. If her nails had been sharp, it may have hurt, but her nails had never been that long due to constantly playing the guitar. So, instead of hurting, it just added extra pressure to his skin. For some reason, this generally turned guys on more, but Mercedes wasn't sure how Sean would feel with it. Her mind got distracted, though.

As he took her breasts in his hands and twisted them, she felt herself utter a 'fuck' though she wasn't sure if she had said it out loud or in her head. Her back arched, the things that he was doing to both of her areas driving her insane. It was obvious he knew what he was doing, and he was doing all the right things to make her go absouletly crazy with lust. As he pinched her niples, she felt them harden just from his touch. She thought that things couldn't make her feel better until he broke away from the kiss and started sucking on her nipples, causing her to moan as he continued to thrust into her. Even though she was enjoying everything and she knew she was getting close to her climax, she still felt like she needed to do something. Moving her hands from his waist, she let them slide down his legs. Generally, just the feeling of intercourse let people not do much of anything else, but she was always one to twist things up. Once her hands got to the sides of his lower thighs, she slid them over until they reached his inner thighs. Slowly, her hands moved upwards, getting closer to his area, even though he was still inside of her. This was something that she had barely ever done, so she was sort of curious to what his reaction would be, her hands continuing to play around his upper thighs as he continued to thrust into her. When his lips returned to hers, she moved her hands out from between his thighs, letting her hands travel up his body, which was a lot easier now seeing as the both were glistening with sweat. Once her hands reached the back of his neck, she removed them and brought them up to his head, pushing it closer to hers, her hands tangling in his hair. He could feel as he squeezed her breasts closer together. Though she was under him, she was still able to move some, so she moved her hips in a circular motion up and down, letting her hips meet with his thrusts. She knew that she was probably mere seconds from reaching her climax. He had gotten her worked up pretty quickly, and she knew that even the simplest thing would probably put her over the edge at this point.

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ooc - aww, i hate when that happens, :/ . but it was still good, dont worry.
tagged - sean
words - 1020
outfit - click!
inspiration - situations; escape the fate

[*SEAN KYLE DAVIS!]

Deeper and deeper into her hole, Sean was experimenting just how big a girl's vagina actually was. Since she had teased him though, she had it coming to her anyways. His hands working their magic at her breasts, playing around with them to keep his hands occupied, though it wouldn't take much to keep them occupied anywhere else on his body. Those were just the first things that popped out, and he knew breast grabbing was always a girls' weakness. Of all the girls he had ever slept with, they all had the same loving reactions to the way he handled them, regardless of where his hands were placed. After the first penetration, the rest of it was smooth sailing, though Sean was starting to sweat real bad. Over the years of doing the same thing, he had built up a lot of endurance though, he could continue in this position, thrusting his hips back and forth pretty much an entire night, even if he was long gone being finished. Also since he had sex a lot, they generally lasted a bit long for him until he was completely finished. He was kind of proud, yet kind of sad for getting her worked up pretty quick. He might be able to go on for awhile, probably long after she'd be finished. Would she be willing to finish him off with her mouth? Sean wondered. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction he'd get from her, but he knew that some girls weren't into giving blow jobs to guys, but Mercedes was different than most girls. Though he could feel that she was about to hit her climax, he still felt like he could go on for awhile, though part of it was just his ego talking.

It was cute watching her squirm, he had to admit. He could tell she loved every second of it, Sean teasing her, yet not to the extreme she had, it was very similar. The moans were like music to his ears, giving Sean the strength to pick up the pace and drill harder. He was a little restricted by her legs now wrapped around him, but he made it work, knowing there was really no where else she could put them comfortably. Besides, he didn't mind any physical touch from her, anywhere they were, drove him wild. He felt when his hands grab hold of her bare breasts, Mercedes' hands started to lightly scratch down his back. It wasn't hurtful, nor was it in any way weird. Sean felt a moan escape from his mouth when she reached his lower back. God, it felt amazing. So many girls were scratchers, and to Sean it was kinky, yet he hated having gross scars down his neck for a few days. Not too many girls thought that was hot unless they inflicted it on him themselves. So he was thankful that she wasn't pressing down to hard, or her nails were too short, though why was he worrying about later? Sean snapped back into his living in the moment as he felt his dick slide in and out of her. The pressure from her nails, caused him to get a bit more fierce with his hands.

As Sean was working away, he was startled when he felt Mercedes' hands grab his thigh. What on earth was she doing? No other girl dared to put their hand anywhere near that area while having sexual intercourse. As she moved up to the upper part of his thigh, Sean found it harder and harder to focus. Though his dick was pretty good about staying focused since it's been waiting literally all night for this, which is probably the reason why it has some endurance tonight, he felt like he had to work a little harder to keep her warmed up. When her hands removed them from his thigh, Sean felt the warmth of where they had been remaining on them. Happy for her assistance as she moved her hips to meet his thrusting, it made things a lot easier, allowing Sean a little less resistance to thrust a bit more than before. His hands gave one last good squeeze as if to promise them that they would be back. His hands moved down her backside, lifting her up as he moved with her, not stopping what he had been doing, he hoisted her up and slowly moved up the bed. Putting his hands on her ass, he held her up, pressing her back towards the wall. He knew that this would milk it out a little more, he didn't want to quit now, he was finally having fun with it. True, it was a lot of work for him, holding her up whilst moving his pelvic up and kiss her? Sean was just a good multitasker when it came to this sort of thing. He had never known he could be so flexible when it came to this. He was amazed at truly how fit being sexually active kept you.

hey it’s, not done!
cause you’re awesome, mercedes
they’re all, 840
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “wished it could be longer but i'm so overworked the week before finals it sucks...”