Never Gonna Change

dvertising is based on one thing, happiness. And you know what happiness is? Happiness is the smell of a new car. It's freedom from fear. It's a billboard on the side of the road that screams reassurance that whatever you are doing is okay. You are okay. " Rhett Hatfield | 27 | Waiter I'm just a guy that got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. I know my way around words, it was my job at one point. Those ads that make you buy useless things? That was me. I guess you won't be buying them anymore, huh? this is a blog belonging to the Virgo Resorts roleplay group. mun is 18+ muse is 21+

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Who: Lizzie and Rhett  When: August 23rd. Where: Virgo Opera House What: Arriving at the Ball

lizziexangel:

    Lizzie was just about ready to call Rhett and tell him to stay home; that she’d be over soon and they could dance as much as they wanted in the comfort of his kitchen while they wait for the pizza to finish cooking. But, even with her general distaste for fancy get-togethers, she had to hand it to whoever put this thing together. The place was gorgeous. It made her feel like she was in a scene in some romantic comedy, and she was about to watch the engenue make her way down the staircase.

    But then she heard his voice, that unmistakable smile on his lips, eyes glistening from behind his mask. She couldn’t contain the grin from spreading on her lips, and suddenly she was happy that she wasn’t spending the night at home. “You flatter me,” she teased, taking his hand and moving in close to him. “And who is this handsome stranger who insists on making me blush?” She raised a brow, raising her hand to lift Rhett’s mask. She leaned up on her toes, and kissed his lips with a smile against it.

    Rhett gently pulled her towards him, one arm looping around her waist while the other stayed clasped around her's. "Don't do that, you'll ruin the surprise." he joked, letting go of her hand so he could swat her away from his mask. He chuckled into the kiss, breaking it with a wide smile as he started to sway. He'd never been a good dancer, but he was always willing to try for people that he loved and she was certainly one of those people. "Not to be a downer but...we're not staying here all night, right?" He had no problem showing her off to everyone on the island, in fact he'd been wanting to do that for a while, it was just the setting. Despite how beautiful the whole event was, something about it just seemed sleazy.

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Who: Lizzie and Rhett  When: August 23rd. Where: Virgo Opera House What: Arriving at the Ball

lizziexangel:

Lizzie’s hair was done up in curls, waving over one shoulder, and she couldn’t get it to sit just right. She’d messed with it over and over again, until finally calling it a day and heading to the Opera House in a flurry. She’d tripped over her heels a total of seven times on the way there, and knew that after a few drinks and an hour or so at this place, the shoes were coming off and the hair was coming down. But for now, her dress fit just right, her mask perfectly in place, and she’d try her best to look somewhat appealing amongst the sea of beautiful women at Virgo.

She entered the room, making her way down the staircase as he eyes scanned the room for anyone familiar. Anyone at all. But it was hard to tell who was who, which she supposed was the point. She snatched a champagne flute from a passing waiter, and drank it in a matter of seconds. She had no problem with parties; put her in a bar full of perfect strangers and she’d leave the night as everyone’s best friend. But it was how pristine this whole thing was. She had never considered herself highclass, and ultimately felt out of place amongst the others. Looking around, she settled for a place against the wall, watching the passerby’s and her own shoes against the marble floor.

    Rhett had never really been a fan of the events on the island, he much preferred to just stay home far away from all the public sex that would be going on. Who really wants to ruin a nice pair of dress shoes by stepping in jizz anyways? He'd promised, to himself at least, that he'd go and suck it up for a few dances with Lizzie...if he could even find her. He fiddled with the knot on his tie as he walked down the path towards the opera house already dreading what he could walk up on. He squeezed between the people gathered around the refreshments, glad that he didn't have to serve for the night. He wasn't sure he could spend the whole night packing a tray of snacks around and offering them to people who really had their eyes on other things. 

    The red head's fingers came up to adjust his mask when he'd gotten to a high enough point to look around the room trying his best to find his girlfriend. When he'd caught sight of her against a wall his grin grew. He was sure that some guy would have swung by and tried to sweep her off her feet by now, but it didn't really seem that way. "Prettiest wall flower I've ever seen." he chuckled as he approached her, hand outstretched in hopes that she'd come dance.

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lizziexangel:

    Lizzie let out a little squeak as she was lifted, wrapping her legs around Rhett, and holding onto his shoulders. She giggled, and pecked his cheek. “You could always just lose your pants. I won’t mind.” She smirked, and then continued. “Though you should probably have a stash of comfy clothes here for moments like these.”

    "Of course you wouldn't mind, but I think the delivery boy might be a little scared by my boxers." Rhett joked as he dropped her down onto the sofa, making sure she landed in pillows instead of on the remote. "Go ahead and pick something to watch, I'll grab your beer out of the kitchen." He stole a quick kiss before walking off into the kitchen grabbing her glass and another bottle for himself out of the fridge. "Are you going to clear out a drawer for me?" he questioned as he settled down beside her.

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lizziexangel:

    With every word, Lizzie felt her heart soar. No one in her life had ever made her feel this way. Since her father left her, after that horrible night, she hadn’t let anyone in the way she wanted to let Rhett in. She felt like she could tell him everything about herself, and he might be the one person in the world that wouldn’t judge her. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his, taking shallow breaths. “I’ve never… felt like this. For anyone before.” She said honestly.

    Rhett hummed quietly, hands skimming back and forth across her back just enjoying the moment of closeness they had. "Well, I'm glad you feel like this about me." he murmured before moving to stand, hands shifting to grasp at her thighs to hold her up as he packed her out of the bedroom and into the living room. "It's not fair that you have comfy clothes and I'm stuck in this." he sighed half debating just sitting on the couch in his boxers.

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lizziexangel:

    Her hands run through the back of his hair, her eyes scanning his face lovingly. She returns the kiss, breaking away to watch his eyes before she speaks lightly. “You know… I don’t know what made you stay with me. You’re like… five hundred leagues above me, and I-” She shook her head, looking down for a second, before finding his gaze again. “You lead this whole life, with it’s dark spots or not, that I couldn’t even dream of, and you should be with some brilliant, ivy league sorority girl or something. But… I’m really glad that you’re not.” She bit her lip, smiling shyly at him.

    "Funny, I don't remember getting my certificate for moving up in leagues. I always figured I was still in that dirt league way below you." Rhett laughed as he looped his arms around her waist knowing he should be serious, but he couldn't help it. "Listen, I'm with the the girl I'm supposed to be with, the girl I like waking up next to even though she drools, the girl that's too short to reach the top shelf in the cabinets but will literally kill me if I try and help, the girl who asked me to tell her a secret and I did instead of lying. I'm with the perfect girl." He smiled softly and leaned his head forward until their foreheads touched perfectly happy with just sitting there with her.

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lizziexangel:

    Lizzie made her way into the bedroom, digging through her drawers until she found a pair of pink boxer short pajama bottoms, and a basic white racerback tank. She threw her clothes into the hamper across the room, including her bra that didn’t do much for her tiny tits anyway. (She was very hostile toward her own small breasts.) Once dressed again, she walked to the mirror and began to put her hair up in a bun at the top of her head. As she heard Rhett’s voice, she couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “Oh yes. One day in and I’m ready to let you see me at my worst.” She teased, fixing her hair, and moving to stand in front of Rhett on the bed, smiling. “I like when you’re in this room. On my bed.” She moved to put her knees on either side of Rhett’s legs, sitting lightly in his lap. “You’re a good addition to the decor.” She laughed lighty.

    "And here I thought last night was your worst. I dunno babe, the whole rollers and green stuff could be quite the turn on." Rhett chuckled as he leaned back to place his glass on the bedside table. He lifted himself back up as she came over, hands falling to her hips as she straddled his waist. "A good addition to the decor? Hmm, I guess I'm glad I match your duvet then." he joked, leaning forward to kiss her gently.

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lizziexangel:

    She could sense that Rhett was done on the subject, and she didn’t want to pry and make him uncomfortable. So she nodded, playing with the front of his shirt for a moment. “Yeah sure. I want pepperoni on it.” She smiled, leaning up to peck his cheek. “I’m gonna change to get comfy, while you order. Okay?”

    "Okay babe, whatever you want." Rhett muttered as he dialed the number for the kitchen on the island. After he ordered their pizza he grabbed his glass and started down the hall towards the bedroom, grinning as he poked his head around the cover. "Are you going to put on a green mud mask or something with your hair in curlers? Are we at that stage in our relationship?" he laughed as he walked further in, plopping down at the foot of the bed.

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lizziexangel:

    She nodded slowly, taking a few more drinks from her beer. She could understand how easy it could be to slip into that kind of life style. She’d been tempted with it time and time again, but never gave in. Perhaps living the porn star life was enough of a struggle for her to avoid digging herself into a deeper whole. “Well… I’m glad you got yourself out of it.” She smiled, putting her cigarette out in the ashtray. “I like this version of you. Though I may have liked the old version just as much.” She walked around the island in her kitchen, to lean up on her toes and press a kiss to his lips. 

    "I really, really doubt that." Rhett sighed as he leaned down to meet her in the kiss. He didn't like himself back then so how could she have liked him? He slipped off the counter when they broke apart, smiling softly as he reached up to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. "Want me to call and order our pizza?" he questioned already moving towards the phone.

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lizziexangel:

    Lizzie’s smile grew as she listened to him speak. He’d lived a life that she’d never dreamed of living; college, parties, friends. Sure, she’d had a few even before getting into the industry, but nothinglike a fraternity. She rested her chin in her palm, the other holding her cigarette as she smiled. “If you were a frat guy, then I’m totally into frat boys.” She gave a small laugh, taking another drag off of her cigarette. “What kind of lifestyle were you living that was so dangerous?”

    Rhett finished off his cigarette as he mulled over the question, not sure what exactly he wanted to share with her. What if she didn't want him anymore after he explained? "Well...I was just a stupid kid really. I jumped straight into work after college, hooked up with this big ad agency that was doing really well. I did really well in the years I was there, don't get me wrong, but by the end I was a huge drunk...a drug addict...recklessly sleeping around and staying out all night. I'm remember passing out in a taxi and waking up in New Jersey, no wallet or anything...all I remember was getting in the taxi, that's it." He shrugged and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the glass in his hands, gaze stuck on the dark beer. "So I left, took a year or so to get myself together and here I am. I still drink, I smoke cigarettes and some pot with my best friend, but all in all I'm a much better version of me."

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lizziexangel:

    Lizzie took a sip from her beer, as she took his lighter into her hand. She lit the end of her cigarette, and rose a brow, listening to Rhett speak. “Advertising? Fancy… Where’d you go to school? Oh man, were you a frat boy?” She giggled, taking another drag off of her cigarette. “How does a guy who majors in advertising end up waiting tables at a sex hotel?” She shook her head, “Sorry. Asking too many questions, I’m obnoxious.”

    Rhett took another few sips of his beer as she fired off question after question, surprised that she was even that interested in his background. "I went to a little community college by my house for a while then I transferred to New York University. Delta Kappa Epsilon, baby." He laughed and went back to his cigarette, letting it dangle from his lips as he hoisted himself up onto the counter. "Are you not into frat guys?" he hummed, leaning forward to flick the ash off his cigarette into the ashtray. "Well, I kind of got in a bit of trouble really, just...the lifestyle I was living was going to kill me so I changed and here I am waiting tables at a sex hotel. --- You're not asking too many questions, I'm happy to tell you whatever you want to know."

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lizziexangel:

   ”Hey, no. Okay. When I do it, it’s cute. When you do it, it’s weird.” She blew him a kiss in teasing.

                  "You're so lucky I like you." Rhett reached out and squeezed                         her cheeks together with one hand so her lips would stay                        puckered out as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

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lizziexangel:

    Lizzie knew she wouldn’t last much longer. Which was odd for her. She was so used to having to fake her way through this kind of thing for the sake of the camera, but now her body was on highwire and it was all because of Rhett. “Fuck,” she whimpered, fingers gripping tightly at the pillow behind Rhett, her eyes squeezing shut as he pumped into her harder, hitting at just the right spot over and over again. Soon enough, her entire body was beginning to tense, a wave of hot tingling chills vibrating all over her body. Her jaw clenched for a moment, face scrunching up as she soared toward her climax, faster and faster, until she finally let go. “Fu-uck." She moaned loudly, her insides spasming with the orgasm, clenching around Rhett’s length and then letting go. Her elbows buckled, causing her to rest her head on the pillow beside him, her back rising and falling as she attempted to catch her breath.

    Rhett kept a tight grip on her hips as he thrusted, jaw clenched as he fought to hold back his own orgasm long enough for her to reach her's. He picked up the pace a bit letting out his own loud moan as he reached his peak just moments after her. It took him a few moments to slow the pulse of his hips to a stop after she'd collapsed onto his chest, but once he had he looped his arms around her waist lifting his head to pepper kisses along her shoulder. "So much for that shower you got." he teased between heavy breaths.

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lizziexangel:

    “You happened to catch me admiring. Shut up, it’s called loving, not creepy.”

             "Hey, I distinctly remember that being my line and you didn't buy it."

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                    "And you go around saying that I stare at you creepily, pfft."