scissors and scars

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: It's the only PG-rated word I can think of. Or maybe Scumbag.

Ronnie: Hey, do you really want to see panty lines on a great dress?

Casey: Good point. Alright fine. If I'm going to have fun, I may as well go all out.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: Let's not mention Doucheface by name. But good call. Safety first.

Ronnie: Oh, you'll get more than a few drinks. Do you know what you want already? Cause I got this killer dress that would look great on you.

Ronnie: As long as you don't wear panties.

Casey: Right. Doucheface. I think it's a much better and descriptive name for him.

Casey: Oh boy. What did I get myself into? lol

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: Awesome? Really?

Ronnie: At least tell me you wore a condom. Last thing you need is an STD.

Casey: Of course there was a condom involved. I'd never go without one. David never went without one. But that's not the point of this.

Casey: The point is that I want to have fun and forget about all this crap. I need to unwind and if I wear your clothes, I may get a few drinks in the mix.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Ronnie: Are you out of your mind?

Ronnie: I get wanting to get over the bastard but...JASON?

Casey: I know. I was having a few drinks and he joined me and one thing led to another. It was... kind of awesome though.

Casey: Just don't him I said that.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: And maybe mack on some hot guy?

Ronnie: Please tell me you'll at least try kissing someone?

Ronnie: Otherwise, we might as well just go to bingo night at the retirement home.

Casey: Maybe. Just maybe.

Casey: This is still weird and new to me.

Casey: I.. had sex with Jason.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: You finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel, huh? Good for you.

Ronnie: I'd love to. I'll be your wingwoman and help you score.

Casey: Noooo. Not score. Just step out of my comfort zone. A tiny bit.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: When do I ever listen to you?

Ronnie: Or anyone for that matter.

Ronnie: You mean slutty? Stop by my trailer and take whatever you need.

Ronnie: Just promise to return it in the same condition you took it. No weird stains or crap like that.

Casey: It's recently come to my attention that I may need to try some new techniques to get over the cheating bastard.

Casey: I need a night dancing. You want to go dancing with me?

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Text Message || Ronnie

Ronnie: I do. Even though you told me to toss them.

Ronnie: Do you really expect me not to ask questions?

Ronnie: Because my head is already painting some awesome scenarios.

Casey: I'll complain about your refusal to listen to me later.

Casey: I need to borrow them.

Casey: And maybe something a little.. you know, you.

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moveslikejason:

A mix of disbelief and surprise crossed Jason’s features as he watched Casey’s reaction, it being far from what he had expected from her. Honestly he expected a smack to the face. But he wasn’t going to complain about not getting one. “Good to know.” He wasn’t exactly sure Casey could actually go out there and score on her own. Nothing about her told him so until now. But maybe he had helped her regain her confidence, which granted him a big high five and a beer. He chuckled, extending his hand for her to shake. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could be of some help to you.”

Casey looked at his hand and out of reflex, she started to reach out for it but stopped herself. With a shake of her head, she took a few steps back. “I am not handshaking that.” Embarrassed at the turn of events, the blonde made a face at herself and excused herself. “Have a nice night,” she replied under her breath. What she wanted right now was a pair of pajama pants, a thick blanket and a movie she could focus on and forget about this entire conversation.

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Text Message || Ronnie

Casey: Don't ask questions but I need your help.

Casey: Do you have those boots that I said look a little hookerish?

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moveslikejason:

Part of Jason hoped Casey was taking his words int consideration. Not because he expected her to sleep with him again. But because he was curious to see what she was like when her panties weren’t in a twist. He eyed her closely, trying to figure out if she was being serious or not. And while he’d usually give his typical flirty answer, he opted to be blunt and honest. “Look, you weren’t half bad, but I don’t usually do second servings. I could point out some guys here that are available and won’t film you or rob you while you’re asleep. If you’d like.”

A look of near horror crossed her face at his offer. “Oh my God, Jason. No.” It dissolved into a laugh that wrapped up her surprise and put a nice little bow on top. “No, no. If I was interested in throwing myself at any guy that gives me a passing glance just so I can get over my ex, I could find my own guy. Thanks.” Casey downed the rest of her drink and put the glass on the bar. “Okay well, this has been sufficiently embarrassing enough for the night so I think I’m going to go crawl in bed and hide under the covers for the rest of my life. Thanks for being... I don’t know.. you, I guess, about the whole situation.”

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moveslikejason:

“To be honest, I can’t keep track of who likes what.” Honestly, he could care less for a woman’s likes or dislikes unless they had to do with sex. Their favorite movie or color was completely unnecessary. Jason could sense a simple touch of his hand had some sort of effect on her. It was mostly due to the way her eyes glazed over for a second, how her body seemed to tense up. Yes, she was definitely not indifferent to him. Not that he cared. “Well, in his defense, sometimes people forget there’s a person behind the drums.” Jason chuckled, ears perking up at the mention of a fiance. “Actually, like I said, it is exactly what you should do. Have you never heard the phrase ‘The Best way to get over someone is to get under someone new’? You did exactly that and you have to admit it felt good. Now you just have to keep doing it until you forget all about doucheface’s existence.” A pause, and this time his lips curled like the Cheshire cat. “I bet there’s plenty of men out there just waiting for the chance of revenge sex with a pretty little blonde.”

Casey flagged down the bartender and ordered herself another drink as she listened to him. She carefully eyed the man pouring her drink as he listened in on their conversation, and even gave her a nod when Jason spoke about other men wanting revenge sex with her. She took her drink and turned away. She wasn’t completely unaware of the fact that there were men int he world that wanted to sleep with her but having been in a relationship, she stopped paying attention to it. Finally she turned her attention to Jason as she took a sip of her martini. “Are you just saying that because you want to have sex with me again?”

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moveslikejason:

It was typical for girls to pretty much go crazy after their first night of sex with no strings attached. Pretty girls always thought they could handle it until the guilt drove them crazy. Jason was more than willing to provide the entertainment and the out for them, yet some still couldn’t seem to take it and run. Casey was one of them. “I don’t know what girls like you are into. You all seem to bawl your eyes out with flicks like that.” He shrugged, his eyebrows furrowing as he stared at her. “Seriously? You? Into scary movies? I find it hard to believe.” He watched her closely, amused with the new revelation. But then she had to go and start rambling until she had him rolling his eyes again. With a heavy sigh, he placed his hand on her shoulder, stilling her until she was looking at him. “I get it. But I think it was exactly what you should have done.”

“Girls like me?” Her brow perked and she crossed her arms over her chest, wondering where he was going with that. She shook her head after he spoke. “I’m sure you know plenty of girls, Jason, but we’re not all the same. And yes, I’m into scary movies. Freddy, Jason, Michael Meyers, Leatherface, Candyman.. Sappy chick flick movies have nothing on them.” She didn’t like being put into the same group as other people so she may have rambled a little. When he touched her shoulder, Casey had to push away the member of his fingers brushing that exact same shoulder to slide her bra strap out of the way. She scoffed and shook her head. “Having a drunken one night stand with someone who probably banged more girls on tour than the guy who is actually in the band after breaking up with my fiance isn’t what anyone should do. I was vulnerable and I used you”

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moveslikejason:

Jason’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with her little speech. He was far from being upset, much less being clingy over a girl. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. I won’t get my feelings hurt if you’d rather pretend it didn’t happen.” He chugged about half his beer as he leaned on the counter, arms crossed over the top. “Well, that sounds like a fun night. Going to watch the Notebook or something equally sappy?” He rose an eyebrow, taunting smirk back on his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re embarrassed.” He paused, eyeing her before continuing. “By how much you enjoyed it.”

“It’s just..” But instead of adding, she realized he was already giving her what she wanted. She didn’t have to explain why she wanted it too. It was no surprise either. She imagined Jason had plenty of women fawning over him. What did it matter that she was one of them. Not that she was fawning over him.. Not exactly. She shook the thought out of her head in time to give him a sideways glance. “Seriously? The best guess you’ve got is the biggest chick flick of all time? No. I prefer scary movies.” She could make a list of the horror films she loved but his comment stifled her. “I’m not embarrassed by how much I enjoyed it.” Wait, that’s wrong. “I didn’t enjoy it!” Wait, that’s wrong too. “I mean, I enjoyed it, I just.. shouldn’t have done it.”

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moveslikejason:

He watched her closely, trying to decipher what she was thinking. But as soon as she spoke, no more guessing was needed. It was obvious she regretted it, though he wasn’t sure why, and was now trying to pretend it was no big deal. It was fine by him. The last thing he needed was some whiny girl trying to become his girlfriend. Jason had no intention of settling down. Ever. “Can’t say I never heard that story. But hey, at least it happened with me. No need to worry your pretty little head.” He shrugged, bringing the beer bottle to his lips for a large gulp. “Decent. This is one of the boring ones. I might head out soon. Yourself?”

Casey looked at him for a minute, narrowed her eyes like she was trying to understand him, and then turned to the bar when her drink arrived. “I don’t mean to sound harsh. I just.. didn’t know how to talk to you after what happened.” Maybe not that serious, she thought. If he wasn’t going to throw it in her face, maybe she could just let it go. “I was thinking the same thing. Not that it was boring but that I might head out. Get a few drinks and then go watch a movie or something.” She bit down on her bottom lip and then looked away from him. “I really am sorry I kind of avoided you ever since.”

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moveslikejason:

The flip side of working for a rock band was the attention Jason got when he attended the parties. Since there was only one male member, there were plenty of girls to choose from and it was rare for him to spend the night alone. This party turned out to be a bit of a bore though. It was mostly for business purposes and all the hot girls were already with someone else. Fuck, even Kennedy got a girl before he did, which didn’t really surprise him, but it was still pretty frustrating. That’s when he spotted her, standing by the bar alone, nursing a drink. His lips curled into a devious smirk and he just couldn’t resist. She had been avoiding him ever since that night, and while he was fine with that, tonight he had a different idea in mind. Scooting as close to her as he could, Jason ordered himself a beer right before he heard her utter his name in the coldest, most bland tone he ever heard it being pronounced. Usually, women spoke his name in a more…orgasmic way. “Casey.” He replied, in the same monotone way. “I see you’re keeping a better count of your drinks. Good for you.” He turned on his side, staring right at her in a taunting way.

Okay Casey, let’s be real for a minute. You had fun that night. It was needed. David broke up with you by shoving his tongue down that tramps throat and you were upset. It’s okay that you liked that night but that doesn’t mean anything. Just be steady. Be calm. He wanted to get under your skin. “I am, thank you. I tend to make stupid mistakes that I have no interest on repeating when I have too much to drink.” Intent on making sure that she didn’t let Jason think he had any control over her since they’d slept together, she turned to face him. “Having a good night?”

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Casey didn’t mind the parties. After a few months on tour, she would probably want to be far away from it but for now, she liked it. Seeing everyone having a good time made her feel good. She ordered a drink and ate the fruit out of it before taking a sip. She certainly wouldn’t party enough to get wasted but she didn’t mind nursing a little buzz. However, that buzz quickly busted when she saw someone she would much rather avoid. Casey turned towards the bar in hopes that he wouldn’t see her, and quickly ordered another drink. One more to wash away the memory of a night covered in liquor and twisted in sweaty sheets. But when he got close enough, she knew she couldn’t avoid him. “Jason.” She greeted. Cold. Business. Nothing at all that suggested she’d seen him naked.