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I donât know whatâs worstâŠ
prestonwalters:
He didnât know the answer to her question. There was a part of him, one that was growing louder by the moment, that told him heâd be a fool if he said noâŠ.but there was another voice in his head, quietly whispering that it was a bad idea. âMaybe I do,â he finally replied, getting back into the music and trying to regain the little bit of confidence he had only moments before.Â
ââMaybeâ?â she asked, âI didnât take you for a tease.â Marissa turned around and draped her body against Prestonâs, dropping low before dragging herself back up. Turning around, she smiled. âMaybe a little sneak peek might convince you.âÂ
For a moment, her mind and body screamed resistance, only showing in a momentâs hesitation. This was the man that haunted her nightmares, at least his original form. And when they werenât nightmares, they were dreams of ruining his life just like him and his Olympians had ruined hers. Remembering that mission, both hers and Kronosâ, Marissa convinced herself to close the distance and press her lips against Prestonâs.Â
prestonwalters:
Now that wasnât something he was expecting. Preston all but froze, barely moving now even as his hands stayed on her hips. âOh -â suddenly all his thoughts about what heâd been missing out on fled his mind, leaving him with absolutely nothing to say. Sheâd rendered him totally speechless. He looked down at the brunette, trying not to look too shocked. âAre you serious?â
Marissa gave another genuine laugh. She remembered the look on his face when he struck her down, iron resolve and fierce bravery. And here he was, frozen at the suggestion he come home with her. âDepends,â she said, tilting her head slightly, âDo you want me to be serious?â
prestonwalters:
Was sheâŠ.coming on to him? Somehow, his heart rate managed to quicken again, and his neck turned a light shade of red. But he didnât back down. He had to see this out, to make sure he wasnât just imagining the tone in her voice. Resting his hands on her hips as they both moved to the music, he couldnât help but wonder if this was the sort of thing heâd missed out on by being a relationship type of guy. How many opportunities to dance with pretty girls had he passed up because âthat just wasnât what he didâ. âA triple threat? Whatâs the third talent?â he asked, truly not trying to be coy.
Marissa chuckled, not thinking heâd actually ask. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their bodies brushing together. Leaning forward, she whispered just loud enough to be heard over the blaring music, âCome home with me and see for yourself, hero.âÂ
ericdupoint:
Eric smirked but brought his camera up and took a picture. âWhen I develop it I might invite you over to my studio to have a look.â He chuckled. âOf course Iâll dance with you. Iâm not one to leave a beautiful woman all alone on the dance floor.â He walked up to her and swayed with her, in time to the music.Â
âHm, well Iâll have to approve it before it ends up at one of your posh art exhibits,â Marissa smirked. She appreciated Ericâs grace and energy as soon as he got on the dance floor with her. Turning around and bringing her body close, she could feel the heat rolling off his body.Â
notyourwizard-oz:
âWell thats unfortunate, I think youâd be the perfect leading lady.â He teased before spinning her around in a slow circle. âAlright, no rom-coms. So whatâs your angle then. Horror? Drama? Sci-fi?â The last one he asked with a skeptical brow raised.
Marissa was almost offended at the look on his face when he suggested sci-fi. âWhat, you donât think I can do sci-fi?â she asked, âI can do sci-fi. Shit, I was almost the Doctorâs next companion! And if it didnât take 10 out of the 12 months of the year to film, I might have actually said yes.âÂ
tobias-typhon:
Of course she was making it even harder for him to be nice. It wouldnât be Marissa if she didnât. Feeling her dainty hand in his, he lead her out to the dance floor, pulling her into him aggressively. âSorry,â he smirked down at her âOld habits- they die hard.â He placed his hand on the small of her back- tempted to slid them just a tad bit lower- as he got into the âproper dance stanceâ before he started leading her backwards into a tango.
Any witty remark that Marissa had playing on her lips was quickly taken from her when she lost her breath, pulled towards Tobias tightly. Unable to stop herself, she smiled. âOh my God, you actually can dance?â she asked, âYouâre more full of surprises than I thought, pretty boy.âÂ
prestonwalters:
His heart thumped hard in his chest, in a nervous sort of way that he didnât think heâd be able to put into words if he tried. Maybe it was just the fact that both Lily and Anna were around there somewhere and he knew what it would look like if they sawâŠ.or maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this new friendship than he realized. âIâm a hands on learner,â he chuckled, trying his best not to let all that anxiety show. âBut youâre a good teacher. Are you sure youâre meant to be an actress and not a dancer?â
Is he actually flirting back? Marissa asked herself, quite surprised, though she didnât let her face show it. Maybe this incarnation of Perseus wasnât as innocent as she thought. âThen letâs see those hands work,â Marissa replied, pushing Prestonâs hands down to her hips, cocking one eyebrow and daring him to go lower. âCanât I be both?â she asked in regards to her career, âSome consider me a triple threat.âÂ
prestonwalters:
âUh, yeah, those.â Preston tried to pull his eyes away from his hips. He was already in a load of trouble, considering the predicament he was in with Anna and Lily. But before he knew it, her hands were on him, and he was trying to sway along to the music with her. It was like her touch sent an electric shock through him, making all the hair on the back of his neck stand up. âHowâs this?â he asked, a nervous laugh escaping him.
Marissa definitely caught Preston trying not to stare, which only caused her to smirk more at the brunette man. Her hands slid up his hips and rested on his shoulders, bringing their bodies closer together. âPerfect,â she purred, âYouâre a fast learner.âÂ
notyourwizard-oz:
âWell, I can tell you that my name sounds like it belongs on some serious soap opera. Ozstriker Kallistos. Greek as can be, and super proud of it.â He teased as he began swaying with the music. âWell I have to admit Iâve seen a shitty british drama or two when Iâm super bored and writing music in my studio.â He admitted. âThat one where the girl bashes on herself all the time, whatâs her name⊠My mad fat diary?â
âBridget Jonesâ Diary?â Marissa chuckled, thinking of that cheesy rom-com that her mother had playing all the time. âOh, not my type of project. I, um, donât do romantic comedies.âÂ
notyourwizard-oz:
âI am full of the cold hard truth and some silly quips.â He responded with a grin. âBut paint me honored to be your first dance.â Taking her hand, he lead her to the middle of the floor with a head tilt. âSo networking⊠are you part of a business or just a student looking to open up their portfolio?â He asked, genuinely curious about the blue eyed girl before him. âOr maybe youâre new to town and just need to really delve into the people around you.â
Marissa followed the man to the dance floor, only realizing that while he knew her name, she definitely didnât know his -- a position she didnât like to find herself in. âIâm an actress, new to Hollywood and all that shite,â she said, her hands going to his shoulders, âAnd no, Iâm not in anything youâve seen unless youâre interested in period drama miniseries and British teen dramas.âÂ
prestonwalters:
âGood to know!â Not that he was sure when he would actually need to know something like that. After all, heâd just met Marissa recentlyâŠit wasnât like he knew all of her habits or anything. StillâŠif he was ever trying to coax her to come out and have some fun, maybe it would be useful. Laughing, he shook his head. âOoooh, I donât know, like the one semester I did of college, maybe? Why - whereâd you learn your moves?â
âThese?â she asked, swaying her hips to the music, âThis is all natural, perhaps genetics?â Marissa felt Kronosâ text messages burning even through the leather of her jacket, and it pushed her to pull Preston closer. âHere, let me teach you about this thing called rhythm,â she said, her hands just above his hips as she tried to get him to match her movements.Â
tobias-typhon:
He loved poking fun of the treasure sheâd lost but this was probably the first time he actually saw the change in her face as a result of him mentioning it. He almost felt..wellâŠ. bad. He was going to blame this little blimp- him giving a damn- to the excessive show of emotions at the frivolous event. And hell? Maybe they were even expecting a full moon tonight. Hearing a slow song roll into the mix of pop songs he figured this was the perfect time to redeem his spiteful comment. Setting his empty glass down, he struggled not to roll his eyes as he held his hand out to her- it hung, suspended for a moment âCome on- youâre going to actually make me ask?â
She didnât want Tobiasâ pity. Marissa had too much pride for that. So when he looked away from whatever blonde he was winking and making kissing faces at to stare at her, she turned her head quickly to stare at the beach in the distance, heat rising to her cheeks and brown hair falling from her fingertips. She didnât even notice he was holding out his hand until he spoke. Meeting his eyes carefully, Marissa set her glass down and took his hand. âYou better not be shit,â she said airily, putting up her confident facade even if she knew Tobias wouldnât fall for it, âI have a reputation to uphold.âÂ
prestonwalters:
Every time Marissa called him hero, Preston turned a light shade of red. Maybe it had to do with the accent. Reaching out his hand, he joined her on the dance floor, showing off his rather atrocious moves. âFor some reason I didnât expect you to be here!â Marissa was a lot of things - gorgeous, talented, and funny - but Preston didnât really see her as a Valentineâs Day type of gal. âGetting your moneyâs worth of free drinks?â
âOh, when thereâs free drinks and promise of a good party, Iâm there,â Marissa told him, âEven if itâs something as ridiculous as Valentineâs Day.â Her eyes widened when started dancing, not actually expecting Preston to dance, and especially not like that. Caught off-guard, she actually gave a genuine laugh. âOh my God, where did you learn that?â
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prestonwalters:
Everything about the party, aside from the whole multiple exes at the same place thing, was fantastic. There was not one thing Preston could nitpick, not one flaw he felt the need to point out. Even with his terrible dancing skills, he found himself swaying to the music, a light sugar buzz and a haze from the alcohol heâd consumed sweeping over his head. The sound of Marissaâs voice made him smile automatically, and he perked up at the sight of yet another person he knew. âNever!â he chuckled, shaking his head. âI just donât think Iâve got as good of moves as you do.â
The minute she saw Preston, that same feeling of fear hit her gut, followed by irritation given the fact that this man, this hero... Seemed to be the most naive, innocent person sheâd met upon coming to LA. She wondered what the original Perseus would have thought of the man standing before her, watching her dance with a broad smile on his face. âThereâs no way to know until you try,â Marissa replied with a smile, âCome dance with me, hero.âÂ
hayleyoftroy:
Hayley had found various dresses for tonight. Nothing red nor pink, though, considering these colors would blend easily with their surroundings and would her look almost boring â so she chose a golden dress, a diamond choker to not only add some bling, but also to let every menâs imagination run wild. She was, after all, a sex worker, who could use todayâs loneliness as a way to attract more men whoâd fall into her trap. But, most importantly, today belonged to all those people who were lonely, just like her, starting and ending with Marissa.
Arriving a few minutes after Marissa, she immediately searched for her friend within the crowd, spotting her almost immediately. âStarting? They were probably already boring,â Hayley laughed and pressed a soft kiss on her friendâs cheek before embracing her. âI really need one, so, yes,â she said, dragging her friend towards the bar. âYou look amazing, by the way.â
Her friend looked amazing, but that didnât stop Marissa from twirling around once to show off her outfit. While she knew there would be a lot of red dresses, Marissa made sure to stand out with the soft, red velvet dress and then her leather jacket. âItâs more of a ârun your hands over it before ripping it offâ outfit,â Marissa replied, thinking of the different textures and fabrics.
âIt hasnât been terribly boring,â Marissa said, unusually optimistic, âThere was one fight that already broke out, and I believe Iâve gathered a few admirers already who can buy us a few rounds.â Making her way up to the bar, Marissa made her order for the round of tequila.