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❝ don’t worry, i don’t want to fuck you anymore. you’re a fucking virgin. virgins get attached, and i don’t need any sort of attachments. ❞
❝and i think that any hopes of having any type of platonic relationship has officially vanished. thanks for the 'date', i guess??❞
❝ you’re a virgin? ––– shit, there’s no way a guy hasn’t dicked you down yet, you’re too hot. ❞
❝well, uh thanks, i think. but it is true and i'm still not going to sleep with you.❞
❝ who said anything about you proving something? i just wanted a quickie, no one’s looking at the technicalities but you. ❞
❝i don't feel like handing over my virginity for a 'quickie'. sorry, maybe you can find another girl that'll suit your needs??❞
Taking the lighter from her hand, he mumbled out a small “Thank you” Before going on and placing the cigarette between his lips. He lit it taking a few puffs of it before blowing the smoke away from her and handing back her lighter. He grinned nodding his head. “Oh yeah! Who hasn’t heard of them!” He laughed softly. “I’m Abel” He introduced himself.
"Wait, you really know who they are?? I'm amazed." It seemed terribly stereotypical of her, but Imogen had found that more and more people seemed to recognize them as nothing more than a clothing brand; one that she occasionally stocked the shelves with at work. "Imogen. It's nice to meet you, Abel." For once, she didn't mean that to be polite and use the manners that she was raised with, but instead meaning it; he seemed nicer than most people.
❝ sort of sucks really, you had so much potential. ❞
❝well i had a nice evening regardless of my 'potential.' i don't need to have sex to validate or prove anything to you.❞
❝ i don’t have friends that i don’t fuck. friends aren’t really my thing. ❞
❝okay, well, uh, i don't really know what to tell you. i mean, i'm sorry for wasting your time, i guess.❞
i have to work on saturday && i'm having an early night tomorrow so any replies should be done tomorrow && then you have to wait until saturday evening bc i won't have time before work ((and i may be working on sunday too?? i don't know yet; depends upon how tomorrow goes!!)) and then i have monday off!! so i'll be online then okay, yup.
‘it’s my last night on this shitty family holiday and the only good thing about it has been meeting you and now we’re in the backseat of your car and I don’t ever want to leave you’ au
❝ wait.. –– what the hell do you mean you don’t fuck on the first date? i did all this for nothing? ❞
❝this was a date?? i just thought this was a thing between two friends!! i'm so sorry if i gave you the wrong impression. ❞
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imogen: loving the checkered shirt.
Abel didn’t realized that he had scared her till he saw her jump a bit. “Whoa, sorry!” He didn’t meaning to scare her, then he saw she had her headphones in. Holding the cigarette up in his hand he smiled at the girl. “Um..just asking if you have a light?” He asked again before glancing at her phone he blurted out. “So what are you listening to?” His eyes looking back up at her.
As soon as she'd jumped, Imogen felt foolish; he only needed a light. "Oh yeah, sure. Here." She retrieved her lighter from her pocket and handed it to him, hoping he wouldn't be an ass and take it from her. She took a drag from her own cigarette, before looking down at her phone, noting how it had lit up and she still had one earphone in; albeit not playing music. "Nirvana. Have you heard of them??" Granted, they were an old and popular band, but you never knew of someone's taste.
Abel had gone out for a smoke. As he searched his pockets, he realized he didn’t have a light. “Shit..” He mumbled looking around to see if he could ask anyone. Spotting someone, he politely tapped them on the shoulder. “Um..excuse me. Sorry to bother you, but you wouldn’t have a lighter would you?
Having just lit her own cigarette, Imogen slipped the lighter into her pocket, before pulling out her phone and pressing play on the track she'd been listening to no longer than an hour prior. There was a tap on her shoulder, and she almost jumped out of her skin. Pausing her music, the brunette realized that she had completely missed what he said. "I'm, uh, sorry, can you repeat that??"
❛ you must not care about your job either- considering you’re close to being unemployed now. ❜
❛yes, i'm going to lose my job for not serving a minor!!❜
zara never wanted to be the center of attention, she kept her emotions deep inside and locked in a cage. she wasn’t the one to speak about what she’s feeling, because she never wanted to be a bother. she chose writing as an escape mostly because it’s a way of getting something down and leaving them behind on paper. “i guess. but you just have to meet them to see for yourself. they sound like other families, but they’re not.”
"i think that everyone thinks that, at least at some point, about their parents." still, it seemed that zara might've been serious in that she didn't appear to be the type to over-dramatize anything. "do you have any dietary requirements?? my mom wants to know." the mere notion of zara staying and going without dinner seemed to shock the brunette's mother, so she agreed just to add another mouth to feed; no big deal.
Ripley could feel a pinch in her back between her shoulder blades as the other spoke. She really hoped that her friend was up to the challenge, she really needed her help. Placing her own mug down on the coffee table she gave a small nod, “Alright, here it goes. Riley, I need you to help me smuggle a kilo of cocaine out of the apartment.”
"what?? you want me to do what??" riley had no idea what to make of ripley's request. a kilo of coke?? had she positively gone insane?? taking a moment to allow the notion to sink in, riley began to consider it. it couldn't be that hard, right?? it seemed like ripley was desperate, and if anyone could help her, it would be riley. "when??"
❝never heard of nirvana. donald?? best name ever!! everyone’s gotta fear something. mila kunis, johnny depp, elvis presley, cameron diaz, and you. would you rather shave off your eyebrows or live without any social interaction??❞
❝they're a band, you should check them out. thanks, i chose it myself. i'm not everyone. me?? why me?? live without social interaction; i'm doing fine now, am i not?? favorite memory??❞
each touch of her hands send a shock radiating through his body, filling him with the pleasure of her touch, nails scratching at his skin. and yeah, okay, maybe he has a bit of a pain kink but asher doesn’t think he’d really ever admit that out loud. the ends of his lips quirk up in agreement to what she says, lips moving faster nearly ever second. at first when his shirt is taken off there’s chills that appear up and down his body but then he warms up, the air around the pair getting warmer by the second.
"bed??" the brunette questioned, already guessing the answer as she chose to strip of her own shirt this time. it wasn't as though she felt particularly intoxicated by him, but he was a good fuck and sometimes, to riley at least, that was all that seemed to matter. if that made her a superficial bitch, then she wore that badge with pride.
