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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 9:02:53 GMT 7
[[ooc: Kind of longish, but don’t feel as though you have to match the length of this post.]] “Oh, and I won’t be offended if you stare at my ass on the way out,” she said as she led the way out of Lou’s Tavern. Trevor wore a lazy smile as he followed the cheeky sprite out the door and onto the street. Just as a compass magnet is drawn to point to magnetic North, so too were Trevor’s eyes compelled to drift slowly from her brightly colored hair down along the taper of her back to her small waist and further down to tarry on her gorgeous rump. Her butt was so cute, so round, so scrumptious… Trevor just… just… wanted to bite her ass it was so hot. He quickly caught up alongside her as they continued walking down the sidewalk and replied jokingly, “Yeah, you might not be offended, but shouldn’t you be worried about offending other people by the sight of your big saggy ass?” Trevor loved playing the part of the scoundrel and did it like no one else’s business. “Hey Round-Eye! How much for dah ho?” said a voice with a ghetto Asian accent coming from behind them. Trevor turned slowly to see an asian male accompanied by two other asian males. The three of them appeared to be in their late twenties to mid-thirties and from the looks of it, not very nice people. Trevor didn't say anything yet as he assessed the three men standing before him. “Are you deaf, Round-Eye?! I said, How much for dah ho!” the one Asian repeated. Ruh-Roh, Trevor thought silently to himself. This couldn’t be good. While he wasn’t very drunk, Trevor and his new companion were still outnumbered. With any luck, these guys were just trying to mess with them and nothing more. Hopefully they didn’t want money… or worse. Better for Trevor to try using a little savoir-faire in this situation in the hopes of averting any confrontation. Standing tall and showing no signs of fear or nervousness, Trevor addressed the leader of the troupe saying, “Sorry Charlie, she’s not for sale. Not that you could afford her even if she was. Why don’t you try your mother’s house, I’m sure you’d be able to find something you could afford there.” D’OH! The words just rolled off his tongue so naturally. So much for trying diplomacy first. It must have been the alcohol talking combined with that cocky tongue of his. The leader of the gang looked at Trevor, frowned, then burst into laughter. The other men laughed along nervously. “Hahaha. Round-Eye makuh-duh good joke! You sooo fuhh-neee, Round-Eye! You makuh me raff sooo hard!” he said, pointing his finger at Trevor. The asian then stepped closer, saying, “Hey Round-Eye, checkuh-duh-dis out.” Next, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a black, twelve-inch long Muela serrated combat knife. He then held the point under Trevor’s chin with enough pressure just to barely break the skin. A trail of crimson trailed down the length of the blade as he held it there and said, “How much for dah ho now, Round-Eye?” Standing with both arms down at his sides, Trevor replied, “You should put that thing away before someone gets hurt, Charlie.”This only seemed to anger the asian, who began to press the knife upwards. Then, in the blink of an eye, Trevor reacted. The asian instantly found himself bent over with his wrist and arm twisted in a Kimura arm lock. Maintaining the standing Kimura hold with one hand, Trevor cocked his free hand in the form of a fist, leaned back, bent his knees slightly and arched his back so as to maximize the power of the forthcoming blow. In one fluid motion, Trevor’s body sprung upwards, slightly forward, then down, bringing forth an extraordinary amount of power. His fist exploded into the lateral aspect of the hapless asian’s face, fracturing the left orbit in three places. The gang leader slumped unconscious to the ground. Trevor looked down upon the crumpled body lying before him and scoffed. “Cunt.”THWACK-SMACK-THUMP!!Trevor grimaced in pain as blows rained down on his back. In a streetfight, there’s no such thing as a cheap shot. The only thing that matters is who is standing at the end. Trevor spun around just in time to parry a blow aimed for his head. Standing before him was another asian, brandishing a pair of twenty-four inch long fighting sticks. Judging from the agonizing pain in his back, the sticks were likely made from either Cocobolo or Rock Maple. Whatever they were made of, they hurt like a motherfucker. The second asian came at Trevor again with sticks aflutter. Knowing he had to get in close, Trevor stepped into him and underneath the effective range of the fighting sticks. Trevor caught asian guy number two in the chin with a baby hook, stunning him. Trevor reached both hands behind the stick fighter’s head and held him tight. He then pulled the asian’s head down while at the same time, Trevor brought his own knee up with amazing speed and power, smashing it ferociously into stick-boy's face - Muay Thai style. His opponent obviously didn’t know the defense for this attack so after two more of Trevor’s knees to the face, the asian slumped to the ground next to the other one, blood streaming from his nose and mouth along with some teeth, looking as though he had just won first place in a cherry pie eating contest. Trevor then quickly turned to see how his new friend was faring with the last remaining thug.
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 26, 2007 10:55:11 GMT 7
Jamie just shook her head at him as he made his little comment about her rather adorable behind. “Oh you’re just jealous.” She said, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her jeans as she made her way down the street beside him. “Besides, if you were so offended it wouldn’t have taken you that long to catch up with me.” She shot back again, winking at him playfully. She liked this boy. She didn’t know his name, but she liked this boy.
She was about to shoot back with another playful insult for him to play back with when she heard a few other voices in the ally surrounding them. Oh shit. Her hands fled her back pockets and shifted immediately to the pockets of her jacket, her fist tightening around the Swiss Army knife she had stolen years ago from one of her foster fathers. She couldn’t remember which one now, but she figured he owed it to her. Chances are he had almost killed her- for once he could be put to good use. She didn’t quite grasp what they were saying, all she noticed were hungry eyes and the word ho. Just her luck. A bunch of crazy fucking Asians wanted to pay for her and now they were in a little ally where no one would notice if she went missing. When this boy started to speak back, the only thing she wanted to do was grab his arm and keep going. She was tough, but she wasn’t an idiot. But when she realized, in his own incredibly fucked up way he was standing up for her she couldn’t kick his ass. Damn you…
In what seemed like mere seconds, the scene had gone from some rude kids looking for a piece of ass to a bunch of dudes with knives. Though it was obvious that the boy she was with could take good enough care of himself, when the asian pulled his knife on her comrade she almost jumped him herself. She was about to when she felt an arm loop around her waste, heaving her to the brick wall on the opposite side of the ally. She winced as her back hit the hard stone, but before she could even try to fight for herself, the man had her wrists pinned there too. She opened her eyes and wanted nothing more than to spit in his face, but her mouth was dry. Normally she wouldn’t panic, but she had never been stormed by a team of evil ninjas who wanted to rape her. He mumbled something in her ear that she didn’t quite get, but as his body pressed closers to hers in the small, dark ally she could pretty much grasp what he meant. Literally.
“Fuck off.” She attempted, but he laughed in her face. If there was anything she hated more than anyone deliberately laughing her in the face she hadn’t discovered yet. It took him till now to notice the Swiss Army knife clenched in the palm of her hand. He smirked at her, and keeping eye contact with her slowly started squeezing her wrist, harder and harder until she thought it was going to snap. His plan worked, and slowly her palm opened and the blade fell to the floor. Fuck. She mumbled to herself, cursing herself out for not using that when she could.
Peering over to the boy for a second, she winced as he received another hit. She couldn’t help but think that if she hadn’t been with him he’d be okay right now. But she could worry about that later. For now, she’d worry about the man groping at her chest like he was about to die. In her mind, he was. She seized her moment and as he was distracted with her rather low-cut corset, she kneed him in the most tender spot he could, and without a thought he cradled the space between his legs and fell to his knees. Damn right. He started cursing at her in a language she didn’t understand, but she kneed him in the face, just for good measure and he fell to the side. Quickly, she stooped down and picked up her knife, flipping it open with ease- she took impeccable care of that thing. She rolled him over with her foot and he didn’t fight back, it was in too much pain as it was. She gave her pointed heels props just for being pointy now. Kneeling down over top of him, she sat on his chest and held the knife to his throat. Suddenly, he was distracted from the pain in his balls and his focus was at the knife very close to breaking the skin of his very pale, fragile throat. “I could kill you in a second you sick little fuck…” She spat at him, her hand shaking as the cool metal blade glided gently across his skin. Someone would have to stop her now, she could feel her heart pounding so hard that reason and common sense were being drowned out.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 27, 2007 8:13:22 GMT 7
Trevor turned just in time to see the girl knee the last remaining thug in the balls. Oooo! He winced at the painful sight. Trevor continued to watch with morbid fascination and grimaced as his new friend kneed the guy once again, this time in the face. She was no shrinking violet that was for sure. These fools definitely picked the two most wrong people in Huntley to fuck with tonight. But like they say, sometimes the hard way is the best way to learn. The femme fatale used one of her stiletto boots to roll the unfortunate goon over. She then kneeled over him and put a knife to his throat, much to Trevor’s surprise. By the frenzied look in her eyes, there was no mistaking she meant business. “Holy shit! This chic is fucking crazy!” Trevor thought to himself. But at the same time, he was quite turned on by it all in an exhilarating Bonnie and Clyde sort of way. His adrenaline was pumping through his body enough as it was from all the fighting thus far. Trevor quickly made his way over and placed a gentle, but firm hand on the girl’s shoulder and in a deep, calm, soothing, girl-whisperer voice said, “Easy there, Tiger… let’s not get too crazy now. Not yet, anyways.”
Trevor rubbed her back lightly and placed his other hand under her arm as he gently eased and guided her up off the asian hoodlum. As he did so, he looked down at the asian who looked up at Trevor with a thankful expression on his face. Trevor scoffed and said to him, “You just got owned by a girl, Bee-yotch. It must suck to be you, Charlie… Oh and by the way, sweet dreams, motherfucker.” Trevor then gave him a swift powerful kick to the face, knocking him the fuck out. As mentioned previously, there’s no such thing as a cheap shot in a street fight. The only thing that matters is who is left standing at the end. Trevor checked his female companion over to make sure she wasn’t injured anywhere too badly. As he wiped the grit off her back and out of her hair from when she was shoved against the wall, Trevor looked into her beautiful beryl-blue eyes which still burned with intensity. “Come back to me, Goose… That’s it, nice and easy,” he said coaxing her back. “You know, Pinky, if you wanted to impress me or get me to like you that bad, you could have just tried to tell me some funny jokes or something. No need to get all violent and stuff,” he added lightheartedly.
Trevor rubbed the back of his neck and he wiped at the small cut under his chin. Meh. Truth be told, Trevor had received much worse hits and cuts in his life before. He had fought many ruffians in other street fights as well as in the underground fight clubs who were much bigger, faster, stronger and meaner than these three chuckleheads. And on the rugby pitch, he had broken more than just a few bones - other people’s bones, that is. So it was no surprise then, at least to Trevor, that he had built up such a high tolerance for pain over the years. As he looked at the blood on his fingers, his eyes caught site of the black Hummer 2 tricked out with custom chrome wheels parked nearby alongside the curb just feet from where they were standing. “Hmmm…” Trevor thought as he raised a curious brow. He looked at the three hooligans sprawled out on the sidewalk then back at the Hummer and then back at the three downed asians once more. He then walked over to the one semiconscious asian lying on the ground. Trevor reached into the former knife-wielding tough guy’s pocket and pulled out a set of car keys. Trevor then aimed the key chain at the black Hummer 2 and pressed the remote “Unlock” button. When he heard the “CLUNK” of the Hummer’s doors unlocking, he turned to Pinky. “Wanna go for a ride?” he asked with mischievous grin and a devilish gleam in his eyes.
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 27, 2007 10:51:55 GMT 7
Her heart was racing, her palms were clammy and her entire body shook with the adrenalin running through it now, but all she wanted was to scar this fucker lying under her. She said nothing but kept her strong gaze on him, running the blade up and down his jaw without leaving a mark. She wanted to carve her initials on him, just so he would never forget the night he thought he could fuck with Jamie-Lynn Wells and get away with it. But through her desire, her intense want to leave a terrible scar on him, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder, the soft strong voice of her partner in crime behind her, coaxing her away. She wanted to badly to ignore him, but what more was she going to do to the man she was threatening now? She knew she wasn’t going to kill him, but she had quite possibly destroyed his chance of having children and she just KNEW his penis would never work the same again. With the reminder of her friends soft voice and the comfort that she had done enough damage, she worked with him as he lifted her off the young fool she had just destroyed. She was still shaking as she closed the blade away, slipping it into her coat pocket again. Never was she more thankful for having it then she had been tonight.
She turned to him just as he started speaking to the man on the ground and she winced when he kicked him- not that he didn’t have it coming- but the crack wasn’t the most attractive sound she had ever heard. She shuddered at the sound, but when she focused back on him he was looking her over, making sure she was okay. A large part of her was taken very much by surprise. As he wiped her back down, she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled softly. She laughed at his comment and shook her head lightly, looking down and then back to him. “I’m here…I’m here.” She laughed- taking a deep breath and facing the sky for a minute. “I’m back.” She laughed again as she looked back down to him.
She looked at him questioningly when he reached for the pocket of the guys coat, but grinned when he pulled out a set of keys. She waited for it, and the clunk got her excited all over again. “Oh I’m so in.” She laughed when he asked if she wanted a lift. But she studied his face one more time, unsatisfied. “But wait.” She added, walking over to him. There were still blood spots on his face, and he was a bit roughed up. She had to admit, it was very sexy. But the sight of the blood may have lead to questions, questions that they shouldn’t have to answer tonight. She thought for a second before taking the bandana out of her hair, tearing off a corner of it and tabbing it on her tongue. “I’m sorry, not much running water around here.” She mumbled, dabbing at the cut under his chin and a few more scrapes on his face. When she was satisfied, she nodded. “There.” She discarded the scrap into the dumpster and looked to him again. Yes, he was very good looking. Reaching over, she hesitated before she placed a hand on his cheek and kissed the opposite one. “Thanks.” She said, her smile growing as she pulled away from him. “Now let’s get the fuck out of here before a team of flying fucking monkeys comes after us next.” She was ready to get away from this ally, it was creeping the shit out of her now. She turned to lead the way out of the ally before she realized that together, they had fought off a pack of ravenous ninjas, cleaned each other up afterwards and had never properly introduced themselves. She turned on her heel back towards him. “Jamie, by the way.” She said, tilting her head to the side the tiniest bit.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 29, 2007 12:07:51 GMT 7
Trevor stood in thought and gazed distantly at the girl’s face as she dabbed at the cut under his chin. Her visage was beautifully haunting under the full moon’s soft luminescence and the sparkle in her bright blue eyes would put any gemstone to shame. His thoughts continued to drift as she continued to wipe his face. Females, like whiskey blends, have individual characters. Some are smooth and polished in their manners, but may be short of character; then there are others that have strength, but lack any lasting presence. But like a characterful whisky blend, a girl should be interesting to get to know. If everything is divulged all at once, then there is nothing further to be revealed. However, if a guy feels that there is more to discover in a woman, then he will want to explore his acquaintance further. His first “sip” of the bright-haired beauty had left Trevor with an overwhelming curiosity to discover more and a compelling desire to free the depths of her passions. Her deep “taste” unfolded, revealing a myriad of flavors in several waves: first, there was a sharp impression of tangy tartness; then bold and forceful foreground flavors gave way to a deep and delicious silky sweet richness which gave promise of a--. Before he could finish waxing poetic to himself about his new friend, she kissed him on the cheek causing Trevor to quirk his brow.
“Now let’s get the fuck out of here before a team of flying fucking monkeys comes after us next… Jamie, by the way,” she said as she led the way out of the dank alley.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jaime…” Trevor repeated, mulling over her name as he opened the door of the big Hummer 2 and got into the driver’s seat. He turned on the satellite radio, put it on The SquiZZ, an alternative rock station, then quickly familiarized himself with the SUV’s instrument panel and accessories as he waited for Jamie to climb into the passenger seat. “You know, the first car I ever owned I named Jamie. She was a real hard body too, with a shapely tailpiece. I can still remember what it felt like to run my hands over her headlights... I was the only one who really knew how to make her engine purr. And boy, was she fun to ride,” Trevor said as if he were reminiscing with fondness. “I had to get rid of her, though. She was too high maintenance,” he added, smiling ruefully. He then turned to Jamie and asked her, “You’re not high maintenance, are you, Jamie? Let me know now if you are so I can get rid of you.” He was just goofing on her, of course. Trevor actually preferred, bitchy, bratty, sassy, high maintenance girls. "Nice" girls were just... well, boring and not very much fun.
Trevor’s original brand of cocky humor could be too over-the-top and nauseatingly obnoxious to some, if not most people, but luckily for him, his happiness was never dependent on what others thought of him. Trevor would rather eat the ass of a dead rhino that had been rotting under a blazing African sun for two weeks than to be categorized with all the ass-kissing lames with no game out there who believed that what their mom’s had taught them about how to behave around women actually worked to spark attraction. LOL. Trevor laughed at the needy, clingy guys that put on the gentleman act or acted like abandoned puppy dogs desperate for a girl’s affection. For these spineless meeklings, it must have been easier to put aside their own self respect in the hopes that doing so would gain a girl’s approval. You’d never see Trevor acting like a supportive girlfriend with a girl or sporting the ever-popular, but equally pathetic “puppy dog” eyes. Gay. Trevor believed a man should act like a man and not like a little girl.
Trevor reached down to the side to adjust the seat. When he did, he felt something sticking out. He couldn’t quite get it so he reached underneath with his other hand and pulled out… a bottle. Well, well, well… what do we have here? Trevor held up an unopened bottle of Grey Goose vodka. Nice. Those asian punks might not have fought too well, but at least they had good taste in vodka, not to mention a sweet ride too. But he had also felt something else peculiar under the seat so he reached back down and pulled out a plastic bag filled with what appeared to be marijuana, mostly buds. Bonus! Not only that, but also inside the bag were three big fat joints already rolled up and ready to go. Trevor opened up the bag, stuck his nose in and took a long whiff inhaling the sweet skunky odor of the Mary Jane. It instantly reminded him of last summer’s crazy haze-filled trip to Amsterdam with some friends. Good times. Trevor took out the three joints and placed them in the Hummer’s coffee holder to save for later. He then opened up the bottle of Grey Goose and took a swig. Ahhh… Strong but smooth, just like Trevor. He passed the bottle to Jamie then put the Hummer in drive. Where they were going, Trevor had no clue at the moment, but he was pretty sure the rest of the night was going to be a fun one.
“So, Pinky, what’s the wildest, craziest, most outrageous thing you’ve ever done? And don’t say hanging out with me because I’ve already heard that one many times,” Trevor asked as they continued down the street towards the next episode of their adventure.
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 29, 2007 13:40:21 GMT 7
Jamie climbed into the passenger seat of the Hummer, settling herself cross-legged Indian style beside him as he took off around the corner. There was nothing better than nights like these. Well, almost nothing better- but they weren’t quite there yet. She studied him for a moment before he started talking. His personality didn’t at all suit his look, but it was a part of him that she liked. He took her by surprise, and those guys were her favorite. The ones that kept you guessing. None of this show up at-your-door-with a-zillion-dozen-roses bull. He wasn’t normally a guy she’d go for looks-wise, but he was still attractive. His messy brown hair suited him well, and even with the scuffs on his face he had a very sexy look about him. She tugged her bandana out of her pocket and began playing with it in her fingers, looking down as all the loose strands of hair it had been holding back fell in front of her face.
She looked up at him again as he started talking about his dear car. A smirk formed on her face again as he threw in every sexual innuendo he possibly could. “Hmm, I’m sure you say that about ALL the girls.” She said mockingly, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. When he asked her if she was high maintenance, she snorted a laugh and raised an eyebrow. “Do I look high maintenance?” She asked him, looking down at herself. “Darling, I’d say I’m the exact opposite of high maintenance.” Not that she really had a choice, but she had grown up hating all the snooty bitches she had gone to school with. Well, for the time she was in school she guessed. It was mostly around town, when they looked down at her like she was of lower class than them. She knew she could take every single one of them and she knew for a fact that she was smarter than all of them too. That was enough for Jamie, she hadn’t needed anything more than the comfort of knowing she had the power of making them feel as small as a spec of dust.
It seemed that this guy just kept on pulling out sweet thing after sweet thing from the front seat of this car. When he pulled out the buds, her eyes widened and she grinned from ear to hear. “Sweet shit! This car is like Marry Poppins’ magic carpet bag!” She said, taking a swig from the huge vodka bottle after him. It burnt, but damn did it ever feel good. The city lights flashed by as she passed the bottle back to him, reaching into her bag for a regular smoke before the started with the greens. She lit up, took a heavy drag and offered him that too afterwards. “Hmm… the craziest thing I’ve ever done…” She pondered thoughtfully, exhaling out of the crack in the window she had rolled down just the tiniest bit. She thought for another short moment before a small laugh escaped her lips. “That I can remember? Probably sex in a church confessional.” She admitted, reaching for the bottle of vodka again. “With the priest.” She added as an afterthought. She wondered if Father Drake was still a priest now, that had been two years ago and people had bet her she couldn’t talk him into it. It was like taking candy from a baby for her. He had been a young, very impressionable guy- he hadn’t needed much coaxing from her. “How bout you Sonny-Jim? I wanna hear more about YOU.”
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 30, 2007 10:48:05 GMT 7
“Hmm, I’m sure you say that about ALL the girls,” Jamie said, sticking her tongue out at him playfully in response to his high maintenance remark. Trevor let out an amused chuckle. She was too cute this one. She had gone from a ball-busting, knife-wielding hellcat to a caring nurse and to a playful little kitty all in the span of a couple of minutes. Their little street fight with the asian gang hadn’t seemed to have affected her negatively at all. In fact, she seemed to be as jacked up about tonight’s prospects as he was. Trevor was definitely glad of this. He had no time for the meek or emotionally unstable - male or female. The last thing he wanted to do with his time was to waste it coddling any crybabies who couldn’t keep their shit together. Trevor was all about having fun and being around like-minded people. Fuck that wussy shit. “Do I look high maintenance?” Jamie asked him rhetorically, looking down at herself. “Darling, I’d say I’m the exact opposite of high maintenance,” she said answering her own question. Trevor smiled having figured that out about her a long time ago. “Hmm… the craziest thing I’ve ever done…” Jamie said as she passed him a cigarette.
Trevor took a long drag and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth as he listened to what she would say. “That I can remember? Probably sex in a church confessional,” she continued. Gee, wow, Trevor thought silently to himself as he took another long drag of the cigarette. “With the priest,” Jamie added. As soon as those three words left Jamie’s mouth, Trevor began having a coughing/gagging fit. Smoke struggled to escape his mouth and nose as his throat choked and spasmed all while Trevor tried to breathe at the same time. It was as if this were Trevor’s first time to try smoking. During his conniption, the Rutherford University rugby captain and future doctor dropped the cigarette in his lap causing him to jump in his seat and flap at his crotch just adding to the one man wacky commotion that was Trevor right now. The black Hummer 2 swerved erratically on the road as Trevor struggled to catch his breath while at the same time save his family jewels from getting scorched. The cigarette fell to the floor whereupon Trevor snuffed it out with his shoe. By now, Trevor had gotten his coughing and gagging as well as their stolen vehicle under control. With his eyes still watery, he turned to Jamie and said, “Holy shit! A priest? In a church confessional?”
Trevor took a long swig from the bottle of vodka to help settle himself down further. “Man, you are one naughty bad girl freak, Jamie… Hi, I’m Trevor. Nice to meet you,” he said as he handed Jamie the bottle. Trevor checked his lap and crotch area one more time just to make sure there wasn’t any residual fire down there. Satisfied, Trevor took one of the three joints from the coffee holder and placed the fattie between his lips. He was already starting to get a nice buzz from all the alcohol he had drank and now it was time to spark it up. Keeping his eyes and the Hummer on the road, Trevor lit the joint and took a couple of short drags to get the cherry going then one long puff filling his lungs with THC goodness. Holding it in, he passed the joint over to Jamie and opened up the sun/moon roof. Trevor’s eyes immediately began to dilate and he could feel his neck and shoulder muscles begin to relax. This was some good shit. Trevor opened his mouth and let the smoke waft slowly and lazily from his mouth. He looked somewhat sinister as the thick white cloud rolled out over his top lip past his nose obscuring his eyes as it continued up to dissipate above his head.
“Let’s see, the wildest, craziest thing I think ever did was to coerce a friend of mine, who had just gotten his pilot’s license, to steal a private plane and take me up for a ride,” Trevor said as he continued driving/drifting along the road. “He didn’t have his own plane yet, but he was able to steal the spare keys to the instructor’s Cessna. So late one night we secretly took the single engine plane up for a spin. We flew around Manhattan taking in the sites from the air. I even got him to fly under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was fun and all, but when we got back to the small private airport, half of the Police Department was waiting for us on the tarmac along with a host of TSA agents. That part wasn’t fun. Let’s just say I won’t be getting into any stolen planes anytime soon,” Trevor said with a small laugh as he thought back to that night and flying around the New York City skyline. He had gotten into a lot of trouble for that one. While his story was certainly wild and crazy, he had to concede that Jamie’s “confession” with the priest was more outrageous.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 1, 2007 2:55:01 GMT 7
Jamie was sure he’d get a kick out of the church confessional thing, but she didn’t think it would work that well. “HOLY SHIT!” She close to screamed as the Hummer veered, hanging on for dear life. But his reaction to it was just too amazing. Once the cigarette was off of his pants, she took one look on his panicked face and burst into a loud, adorable laugh that you wouldn’t expect from a girl like Jamie. That had always been her dead give-away. Her laugh. Not many people got to heard it, but this situation was just generally funny. She had met him in a biker bar, fought off a group of Asians that wanted to buy her, proceeded to steal their hummer, drink their alcohol and now rid them of their joints. Now, tell me- how many other people did that happen to?
She was still laughing as a thousand different car horns went off at them, only now she looked down to him, covering her mouth to stifle the laughter. She nodded when he asked her again, wiping under her eyes just in case she was tearing up too. “Hmm, well I do my best.” Jamie laughed when he told her she was a bad girl freak and tilted her head and studied him after he said his name. She should have guessed it- he even looked like a Trevor. He was studying his pants when she spoke again. “Family jewels okay?” She asked in mock concern- not that it wouldn’t be absolutely horrible if they weren’t. But from the look on his face everything was okay and his future was set once again.
A lot of girls would have been bothered with a guy drinking and driving along with a fattie chillin on the dashboard. But Jamie wasn’t a lot of other girls. She had been on more than one dube cruise in her lifetime, hell sometimes she was the one driving. She hated driving though. She lived for the nights where she’d do this with her friends and she could sit at the front and just hang out. Fuck the paranoia about getting hit or hitting someone- she was more likely to hit someone when she was sober- the drugs and the booze calmed the road rage for you young pink haired girl. She took the bottle as he handed it to her, taking another swig from it. She had been drinking since she was around thirteen; it took quite a bit to faze her these days. Not that she was completely sober now- she felt happy. That didn’t happen often, even when she was drinking. Maybe it was the mix of the booze and the incredibly real company but for the first time in a while she was having genuine fun with someone. She took another swig as the booze burned her throat- the old familiar sting. She set the bottle down between her crossed legs so it didn’t go anywhere. Watching him as he exhaled, she couldn’t help but stare. As his face turned up towards the roof, his neck extended and she had to look away before she got too excited. You see, people called her the vampire at home because she had…well…a tiny, you could say…thing? for necks. She took another quick glance as he exhaled lazily, noting that yes- he would have a very nice neck to munch on for a little while.
She shook the thought from her head as she took the joint from him, taking a deep drag herself. She kept her mouth closed for a moment, facing the sky herself as the cool breeze washed over her face from the open roof. Closing her eyes, she exhaled slowly, opening her mouth in a little ‘O’ as the smoke escaped in a single trail out the roof, dissipating once it hit the air outside. She could feel it already, but she loved it. This was strong stuff- some of the best she’d ever had. But there was nothing quite like the Seattle grass back at home- you just had to know the right people. She only looked down to him again when he started talking, opening her eyes to look at him. She was bloodshot, but other than that you couldn’t tell that she was an eighth of the way stoned. She took another drag and handed the roll back to him as he spoke, exhaling happily. “An airplane eh?” She said thoughtfully though she was quite impressed. She took the elastic out of her hair, shaking it out so she could lean her back against the door of the passenger side comfortably. She lay her head against the cool glass as her hair tumbled past her shoulders and she slid the elastic onto her wrist comfortably. “I’ve never been in an airplane.” She thought aloud, looking from out the window and back to him. “Come to think of it, I’ve never left the States.” She laughed pitifully.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on May 1, 2007 8:36:06 GMT 7
“You’ve never been in an airplane or left the States?” Trevor asked. “What, is that part of your parole requirements that you can’t flee the country?” he added kiddingly. Trevor loved travel, especially travel outside the states. He lived for adventure and enjoyed exploring new places, experiencing novel sensations and meeting interesting people - the farther the locale and the more different the people, the better. A trip into the “unknown” always excited the adventuresome and daring young Trevor Briggs. Many who didn’t know Trevor would probably say, “Yeah, life is easy when both your parents are wealthy doctors and your family never has to worry about not having enough money or paying for trips abroad.” Even though he was an only child in a well off family, Trevor’s parents made it a point never to spoil their only son as he grew up. His father was adamant about him having a summer job and learning the value of earning his own spending money. In fact, for the past two summers, Trevor worked for a construction company just outside of Huntley. It was hard work toiling outdoors, but it paid really well.
Trevor figured if he was going to work, he might as well go balls out and get the most money out of his labors. Besides, it was fun and kept him in shape. In addition to hustling pool at Lou’s Tavern and gambling at the casinos of Atlantic City located about two hours drive down the Jersey Shore, Trevor also earned money fighting in the illegal underground fight clubs located around the town of Huntley. His mother would probably have a heart attack if she knew her son was involved in such activity, but any cuts and bruises he received while fighting, Trevor was easily able to blame on rugby. His grandfather, before he died, used to always tell Trevor to enjoy life no matter what, because you never know when you’re time on earth is going to end. Having a nose for adventure, Trevor sometimes took this motto to the dangerous and foolhardy extreme. But like the old Scottish saying says, “Be happy while you’re still alive, for you’re a long time dead.” And Trevor intended to do just that. Even if it ended up with him sometimes doing things which weren’t exactly legal or responsible. Trevor figured there would be more than enough time to be a responsible law-abiding citizen in the future when he became a doctor.
Speaking of things which weren’t exactly legal or responsible - other than what they’d already done so far, something caught Trevor’s eyes as they drove past the Huntley Hills Country Club causing him to make an abrupt U-turn. He drove the Hummer up to one of the country club’s side maintenance entrances who’s gate happened to be opened. Seeing that no one was around, Trevor continued on through and onto the well-manicured private golf course. He had played golf on this course a number of times, but his judgment was now clouded by vodka, pot and leftover adrenaline. Shifting into the Hummer’s on-the-fly four-wheel drive, Trevor proceeded to track through the hilly course, crossing man-made creeks, rambling over pristine fairways, purposefully driving into deep sand traps and finally coming to rest on the elevated green of the picturesque 16th Hole. Trevor cut the engine and turned off the lights. Now that he wasn’t on the road or driving, it would be safer - for his balls, at least - to smoke in case Jamie said something else surprising. Trevor grabbed the bottle of vodka from between Jamie’s legs, sat back and said, “So Jamie, can I ask you a question? I need a female perspective on this…” Trevor paused to take a swig of vodka before continuing, “Why is it… that girls are so crazy and guys are so perfect?” He took another swig as he waited to hear what she would say.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 2, 2007 3:05:43 GMT 7
His oh-so casual remark about her P.O. almost made her laugh, but she forced herself to look offended. “Now what in your right mind would make you think I of all people would need a parole officer?” She questioned innocently, taking another puff from their joint and exhaling casually. The farthest she had traveled that she could remember was Washington to Seattle. For the most part she and her friends had only driven to the local spots where they knew the best drugs were. They never made it to Mexico without one of them getting too stoned or drunk to carry on. If she could have gone anywhere though, Jamie knew where it would be. Paris would be on the top of her list. Not many people knew that she spoke almost fluent French- it wasn’t exactly something she went around telling the world. There was a point where she would have given up anything for a one-way ticket, but things had changed- people had changed and everything just seemed to drag her back to her old way of life. Besides, she’d never make that kind of money anyway- and it wasn’t like her foster families brought her anywhere. The nicest vacation she ever had was sleeping in a church doorway a few nights in a row. Hey, accommodations were cheap as shit.
She held out the joint for him again as she undid the zippers of her boots, pulling them off lazily. She didn’t feel like wearing shoes now and she knew her feet were clean- even if she was on the streets Jamie made damn sure she was clean and well-groomed. Most of the time her looks were all she had. She peeled off the knee-high stockings and chucked them in her boots as he pulled a mean U-turn into the golf course, only wondering what on earth he thought he was up to. She was entertained by the thought of doing this on this pretty golf course, she could hear the old men bitching already. “Look at this place, it’s a mess! I can’t believe I paid 300 dollars to golf in this shit…” blah blah blah…she really couldn’t care less. Right now, the world was her and Trevor’s oyster, and they were taking advantage of it.
Jamie had never had a real job. Most of the time she and her friends just got together, dealt, pan handled…that kind of thing. They would pool their funds and go to this shitty little diner in downtown Seattle where they knew all five of them by name. Eddie had been the owner, and Jamie had always had a special place in his heart. If she was in a jam for cash, he’d give her little jobs to do around the place and even sometimes when she was REALLY stuck, let her work for a day or two waiting on people. She hated it, but it was food on the table and a roof over her head when she had no intentions of going home. The fact that she was an incredible artist helped her a lot too. She painted, she drew, she sculpted…even some high-end Aristocratic assholes came to her for her artwork. That paid the best and that was what she was relying on here. It was proving to be quite the lucrative business on the marketplace.
When he came to a stop what felt like miles later, Jamie shifted in her seat so that her feet were beside him up on his windowsill, her feet tapping casually along to the song that was playing faintly on the radio. She thought a moment about his question before stealing the bottle from him and taking a swig. “Well,” She started thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s just that men THINK they’re perfect, and it drives women crazy.” She offered as a good response. “I suppose it could also come from years of woman’s suffrage- now that we’ve got the power there’s no taking it back.” She threw in with a wink. This was going to be an interesting conversation, she knew it.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on May 3, 2007 0:52:19 GMT 7
It wasn’t until they had come to a complete stop that Trevor noticed Jamie had taken off her boots and stockings. As he took a hit from the joint, Trevor couldn’t help but continue eyeing her dainty feet and pretty toes. That was one of his biggest fetishes. Trevor was a sucker for chics with cute feet and Jamie definitely had some cute feet, not to mention very suckable toes. And sexy ankles too. Naughty fantasies involving Jamie and himself began to creep into his head while she spoke. If he hadn’t been so preoccupied with her feet, Trevor might have actually heard or understood her reply to his question. “Right, right, perfection drives women crazy. And women’s roughage, of course. Good for the digestive system. Keeps the bowels regular. Sure, sure. I’m with you on that,” he said nodding as he pulled his attention away from her cute feet. He had no clue what she had actually said and it showed because he was equally clueless about what he was talking about, but he still acted as if he had totally understood what she was saying even though it was obvious by his words he didn’t.
First of all, the question he asked her wasn’t one of the usual questions someone would ask another person they had just met. Trevor found that he could tell a lot about a person just by how they responded to being wound up, more so than what one could learn about a person through the usual “normal” boring conversations that everyone had. This went for both males and females. The first thing Trevor did when he met a new person was to find out if they were cool or if they were an asshole and the best and quickest way to find this out was to see how they responded to being wound up or busted on in a funny way. The last thing he wanted to do was waste his time on the humor-impaired. Besides, talking about boring stuff, like ‘Where are you from?’ ‘Do you like it here?’ or ‘What do you do for fun?’ blah, blah, blah, etc., etc., was just… well, boring. And Trevor wasn’t in the business of being boring. Trevor didn’t claim to know everything, but he did know that trying to “bore” people into liking you just doesn’t work. But realizing that what he just said in response to Jamie’s answer didn’t make any sense whatsoever, Trevor began to giggle a bit.
It was a giggle fueled in large part, no doubt, by the ganja they were smoking. Yep, he was starting to reach the silly giggle phase where everything seemed to crack him up no matter how retarded it was. Even the sight of Jamie’s sexy feet and toes up on the dashboard he was starting to find amusing. And true to his nature, Trevor couldn’t help busting on her again. He quickly straightened up and sniffed the air as he looked all around him. “Do you smell something?” he asked as he continued searching for a source. “We must have run over a skunk or something.” He then leaned over and took a whiff of Jamie’s pretty feet. Trevor immediately reeled back making a sour face similar to that one would make if they had been punched square in the nose. He fanned the air in front of him and said, “Whoah! Your feet smell like a burning donkey!” Cough, cough! Trevor took a quick drag from the joint and blew the smoke over Jamie’s feet in an attempt to mask their (nonexistent) odor. Normally, Trevor never laughed at his own jokes, but as mentioned previously, he was in giggle mode from the pot and couldn’t help but chuckle uncontrollably at his latest tomfoolery.
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Post by Jamie Wells on May 3, 2007 10:12:23 GMT 7
Jamie had only just noticed that the entire time she had been talking, he had been mesmerized by her painted toenails and thin ankles, and there was no denying it amused her greatly. She could really play along with that if she really wanted to, but for now she’d keep her hands and feet to herself. “Mhm, of course.” She nodded as if she had any form of a clue of what he was saying and laughed soon after, stealing the bottle from him and taking a swallow. She could feel the effects of the alcohol and the ganja slowly taking over her mind and body, just slowly feeling more relaxed and comfortable. She crossed her ankles on the dashboard, settling herself in for a long night with the boy who seemed to be already off his head.
She was incredibly glad that he didn’t give a shit where she was from or what her past was made up of- if he was he didn’t seem to care enough to ask and that was okay with her too. For some reason, she didn’t feel like lying to this guy tonight and it was far better that he not even ask at all. How amazing would that have been to bring their evening even farther into bliss? “So, where you from?” “I dunno, when you find out will you give me a call?” Or there was always, “So, do you miss home?” “Fuck no, you honestly think I’d miss being locked out every other night, fucking around with random guys just for a place to sleep at night?” No, Jamie wasn’t much of a conversationalist, but she knew that the drama in her past would only ever put a damper on things- tonight was too awesome to do that to it. Also, it didn’t help that she’d probably be able to guess his past- to throw him under every stereotype in the book. She wasn’t up for that tonight. Besides, he was different.
The sound of his giggling brought her back to reality and she smirked, shaking her head at him in disbelief. Never before in her life had she ever seen a jock in quite this state. As his newly discovered scent filled the air, Jamie played along, sniffing around with him. “My god! I DO smell it!” She exclaimed. She even went so far as to lean forward and smell her feet from far away. “Hmm, but I don’t think it’s them…” She said, sniffing closer to around him. “Are you sure you didn’t singe any pubes during your little coughing fit? I wouldn’t be surprised- may also account for the smell.” She said casually, leaning back again comfortably and taking the joint from his fingers, dragging deeply and exhaling through a small crack in her open window.
Jamie looked out of the window and up to the sky, a grin forming on her lips. “Fuck this.” She said, shoving the joint between her lips, grabbing the keys from the ignition and the bottle and opened the door of the Hummer, hopping out only to feel the cool grass tickling the bottoms of her feet. With the same hand that held the bottle, she took the joint out of her mouth to hold it with her thumb and index finger, smirking the tiniest bit at Trevor through the window. “Join me?” She questioned, her eyebrow arched seductively as she disappeared from sight, skipping a few steps away from the Hummer and making herself comfortable on the grass. She lay back, looking up at the stars and exhaled, only hoping that he’d come out to join her. The view was way better where she was.
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