𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵 ... 𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦

* 𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗 .

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(  muse  11  )  tyler  ‘ty’  sterling  surely  looks  a  lot  like  emma  mackey  !  she  is  twenty-five  and  they’re  the  roadie  of  alaska’s  aquarium.  people  say  they  can  be  forthright  and  persuasive,  but  also  facetious  and  volatile.  they’re  known  for  always  carrying  a  red  bull  with  them.  also,  the  place  they’re  most  excited  about  is  amsterdam.  i  hope  they’re  having  a  great  time  !

                                                               introduction.

yuh  get  into  it  !  hi  bestie  westies !  ✌️😙✌️ i’m  lauren  (  24  ,  she  +  her  )  and  i’m  comin’  at  u  live  from  the  est.  i’m  a  pisces  like  my  fellow  big  forehead  queen  rihanna,  a  pub  trivia  connoisseur,  and  some  may  say  that  i'm  a  simp  for  fleabag  and  a  good  ol’  coming  of  age  film  (  booksmart,  specifically  billie  lourd,  deserved  an  oscar  imo  sksksk  ).  anyways  enough  abt  me  !  i  hope  y'all  like  this  whirlwind  of  a  girl.  feel  free  to  SMASH  tht  heart  or  hmu  on  d*sco  @ninki minjaj#0255   if  u  would  like  to  plot  <3  

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aquaticbassist  ​:  gabriel .

song starter for @roadied​​ // the girl all the bad guys want - bowling for soup

8 o'clock, monday night and i’m waitin’ / to finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me

a night on the town with his closest friend… that wasn’t too out of the ordinary, was it? it was earlier than they usually went out, but he figured they’d just wander around the new city until they found something to do. ( maybe he just wanted to spend more time with her. ) he swore that she was way out of his league, but he knew that was just his brain trying to break his own heart. he never really cared to ‘date’ since his last girlfriend, but ty made him think twice about that. – and jesus fucking christ that scared the shit out of gabriel. luckily this wasn’t a date or he’d definitely be having a heart attack.

he saw her walk towards her and he moved off of his spot leaned against the wall of a building. “ ty. what the fuck? you’re not supposed to look cooler than me, ” he teased, grinning mischievously. “ you look like you should be on the cover of the rolling stones or something. ”

      “  not  my  fault  you  dress  like  a  retired  pro-bowler.  ”  the  comment  shot  out  before  her  brain  could  fully  register  what  it  was  she  was  actually  saying.  a  character  flaw  …  one  that  benefited  her  as  easy  as  it  could  betray  her.  in  this  particular  instance,  it  was  betrayal;  and  yet,  as  per  usual,  it  didn’t  compel  her  to  muster  up  an  apology.  instead,  a  smug  grin  wiped  away  any  trace  of  shock  that  could’ve  read  on  her  face.  “  y’know  you  should  really  take  dev  up  on  that  closet  raid.  ”  she  didn’t  even  try  to  hide  her  wandering  eyes,  sizing  him  up  as  if  she  were  further  proving  a  point;  but  perhaps  she  was  checking  him  out.  

      “  so,  ”  arms  dropped  by  her  sides  to  slide  her  hands  into  her  back  pockets.  “  where  you  taking  me  on  this  date  ?  ”  she  said  the  magic  word  purely  to  gage  a  reaction  from  him,  nothing  more.  “  here  there’s  an  arcade  just  around  the  corner,  wouldn’t  mind  kicking  your  ass  in  pacman.  ”  a  shrug.  “  unless,  of  course,  you  have  some  master  plan  in  mind.  ”  

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*  what  your  muse’s  name  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

     suit

*  what  your  muse’s  picture  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

*  what  your  muse’s  ringtone  is  in  mine’s  phone  ––

      broke  bitch  ––  tiny  meat  gang.

*  my  muse’s  last  text  to  your  muse  ––

     💬  if  i  gone  girl  myself  do  you  think  i'd  still  get  paid  ?

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16, 23, 49

*  do  they  prefer  taxis  /  buses  /  subways,  etc  ?  or  none  of  the  above  ?

      a  practical  method  of  transportation  that  she  prefers  out  of  the  three  is  probably  taxis.  no  one  can  bother  her.  however,  she  does  love  a  good  train  ride  solely  because  it  brings  about  a  wave  of  nostalgia.  fond  memories  shared  with  her  grandmother  where  she'd  sweep  her  away  from  her  three  brothers  for  a  'girl's  trip'  into  the  city.  those,  of  course,  came  to  an  end  when  she  passed  away  and  she  hasn't  been  on  one  since.  not  because  she  associates  it  with  anything  morbid,  but  it's  just  as  stated  ...  a  memory.  well,  that  and  because  she  hasn't  been  anywhere  where  the  method  is  extremely  necessary.

*  how  do  they  show  fear  ?  sweating,  shaking,  blankness,  anger,  etc  ?

      blankness  ...  a  shrug.  fear  is  for  the  weak.  >:)

*  do  they  have  a  creative  outlet  ?  if  so,  what  is  it  ?

      she  really  enjoys  crossword  puzzles  and  she's  quite  good  at  them  !  not  necessarily  a  standard  creative  outlet;  more  so  a  brain  stimulator.  it's  one  of  few  nonviolent  stress  relievers  for  her.  <3

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wolff-sage  ​:  wolff .

“I mean you aren’t wrong.” Wolff didn’t like disrespecting people if they didn’t want to speak to him. The lead singer knew as much as anyone that people needed their own time every now and again. He was someone who tried to avoid the odd question’s every and again, but he didn’t think he was asking anything too radical. His lips curled up into a small smile as she told him to talk, and was surprised to hear that she didn’t get nervous. It was something he always tried to work on, but it came back every show night. He calmed down once he had begun, but the build up ahead always knocked him back to stage one. “I’m always nervous before a show. I’m fine when I’m performing, but the thought about it makes me feel all...weird.” Wolff brought his hand to the back of his head, giving it a small itch. “I think it’s the thought of failure. If I do something wrong and spoil it for everyone.”

      “  sounds  like  a  you  problem.  ”  tyler  wasn’t  good  with  advice,  always  speaking  from  the  mind  instead  of  the  heart  -  candid,  astute,  but  more  importantly  truthful.  did  it  hurt  some  feelings  along  the  way  ?  absolutely;  but  why  say  things  people  want  to  hear  ?  where  was  the  point  in  that  ?  not  even  a  ping  of  guilt  had  been  felt  on  her  behalf.  it  wasn’t  an  attack,  wasn’t  a  dig,  just  a  genuine  response.  “  look  …  ”  maybe  an  attempt  could’ve  been  made.  “  everyone’s  a  fuckin’  failure,  man.  ”  she  began,  treating  the  topic  as  if  they  were  discussing  something  as  mundane  as  the  weather,  an  afterthought  as  she  busied  herself  with  the  task  at  hand  -  set-up.  after  all,  there  wouldn’t  be  a  show  without  a  stage.  “  even  successors.  do  with  that  information  what  you  will  i  guess.  ”  she  shrugged.

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* 𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚗 .

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d-bryne-s​  :  dev . 

dev let out a small snort, glancing over at her, “you’re right, they are alright. if you wanna get out of here, i saw posters all around the outside of the airport for a jimi hendrix cover band made entirely of white guys playing tonight on the other side of town.” they returned her sarcastic tease. “these guys have some class. swapping spit is an after show behavior.” his eyebrows shot up in excitement when the package was tilted in his direction. grabbing one candy, they popped it into their mouth. “you’re speaking to the only person who actually went to college to be a musician. if you can believe it or not, i was a student in the string department at berklee before i dropped out. i’m classically trained, baby.” he spoke smugly as he reached to snatch another candy.

      “  you  asking  me  on  a  date,  dev  ?  ”  an  outstretched  palm  pressed  against  her  chest,  “  i  don’t  know  …  i  don’t  think  i’m  wearing  the  right  outfit.  “  she  teased  before  settling  back  onto  her  seat.  “  beats  the  caucasian  cast  of  dream  girls  that  did  a  show  at  the  tampa  theatre  back  in  2014  …  florida.  ”  ty  couldn’t  help  but  smirk  to  herself,  scoffed  chuckle  falling  soundly  from  her  throat.  the  floridian  critics  praised  such  performances  while  leaving  a  sour  taste  in  national’s  mouths.  looking  back  it  was  a  missed  opportunity  on  her  part  …  not  starring  in  it,  fuck  no.  attending  it,  seeing  it  for  herself;  instead  she  had  to  sit  through  a  boot  leg  uploaded  to  a  site  that  catered  to  milfs  in  her  area.  she  glanced  up  at  dev,  only  this  time  her  brows  were  arched.  she  had  to  admit,  she  was  in  fact  surprised.  “  yeah  ?  ”  tyler  nodded.  “  well  then  …  shouldn’t  be  a  problem  going  on  stage  then.  show  me  what  you’ve  got.  ”  eyes  narrowed.  “  i  dare  you.  ”

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d-bryne-s  ​:  dev .

standing backstage during soundcheck was always one of dev’s favorite experiences. he couldn’t stand being back here during actual shows however– too many sweaty people and moving parts. he couldn’t help but let out a small applause as a practice riff finished, his ears ringing from being so close to the sound with no ear protection. even in his dying high state, he could still sense when another person approached from behind, “i love these guys! tonight is going to be even better than last night,” he paused for a moment, looking out on stage before turning to the person beside him, “though wait– they’re missing someone. there is definitely one more person in this band.” he blinked in confusion, his few braincells running at max power.

      “  they’re  alright  …  i’ve  heard  better.  ”  was  she  joking  ?  was  she  serious  ?  the  world  may  never  know.  after  all,  there  always  needed  to  be  that  one  person  to  keep  the  band  humble;  perhaps  that’s  why  they  kept  her  around.  no  bullshit.  however,  for  the  record,  she  was  in  fact  joking.  she  tossed  a  shrug  of  her  shoulders  before  teeth  tore  open  the  small  package  of  m&ms  she’d  stolen  from  concessions.  an  employee  perk.  a  brow  furrowed  in  response  to  their  realizations  before  she’d  looked  up  to  examine  the  stage.  huh,  odd.  wonder  where  the  missing  link  was  ?  “  probably  swapping  spit  with  a  fan  in  the  dressing  room.  ”  a  silent  offering,  she  tilted  the  package  in  his  direction.  “  maybe  you  should  go  sub  in.  show  ‘em  what  you’ve  got.  that  is,  if  you  have  anything  to  begin  with.  ”  she  teased.

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mia-atlantis​  :  mia .

Mia poured a few shots into some of the little plastic cups she’d set up on one of the amps. She’d already tested the equipment for tonight and wanted to pass some time. What better way to do that then throw a little party game with the crew that she’d grown to love so much. “Hey, hey, hey. Come here. Do you wanna play truth or dare or drink before the show starts?” Mia wanted to get to know everyone even more than she already knew them. It’d be fun.

      “  you  fuck  up  an  amp  and  you  can  kiss  your  paycheck  goodbye.  ”  wasn’t  a  jab,  wasn’t  even  a  threat,  just  a  playful  statement  prompted  by  a  brief  observation.  she  had  a  few  minor  tasks  to  accomplish  before  the  show;  but  a  small  break  wouldn’t  hurt.  she  could  outdrink  a  frat  house,  so  sobriety  wasn’t  exactly  something  she  was  too  worried  about.  wish  she  could  say  the  same  for  some  other  people  in  the  crew  …  abigail.  a  stool  dragged  behind  her  as  she  trudged  towards  the  blonde,  leg  kicking  over  to  straddle  the  seat.  “  alright  i’ll  bite.  dare.  ”

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wolff-sage  ​:  wolff .

On stage, Wolff exuded confidence, but he was a nervous wreck before each performance and had no idea how to handle it. He’d been hanging around backstage for a few minutes, jumping around on the spot, trying to get his mind in the zone, but he was aware that people were setting up and practising around him. Wolff spotted someone nearby and motioned them to come over with his hand. “Is it okay if I ask you a dumb question? What methods do you use to manage your nerves?” He asked. He felt silly asking such  thing, but was a ball of nerves before getting on the stage in front of people. He knew he was good at what he did, but the butterflies and sickness feeling wasn’t something he was good with dealing with. 

      “  i  feel  like  if  i  say  no  you’ll  still  ask  me  regardless.  ”  in  part,  it  was  her  own  fault  for  turning  as  soon  as  the  gesticulation  caught  sight  in  her  peripherals.  it’s  what  she  got  for  always  being  on  such  a  high  alert.  it  wasn’t  paranoia  nor  fear,  but  a  product  of  years  spent  eyeing  sly  photographers  and  sneaky  fans.  one  wouldn’t  believe  the  amount  of  stories  she’d  stopped  in  her  day,  smashing  camera  lenses  and  carrying  helpless  bodies  by  the  collar.  “  why  don’t  you  start  howling,  wolfie  ?  ”  the  quick-witted  quip  shot  from  a  smug  grin,  inward  …  surprised  at  just  how  fast  it  came  out.  she  crossed  her  arms  and  propped  herself  onto  the  stack  of  cases.  “  i  don’t  get  nervous.  ”  bullshit.  she  did  …  once  in  her  life,  repressed  pageant  years.  “  but  if  i  did,  i’d  say  my  abcs  backwards.  maybe  punch  a  wall.  ”  she  shrugged.  “  why,  you  a  little  nervous  frontman  ?  amateur  behavior.  ”

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amarafm  ​:  amara . 

Amara was walking around backstage to see if anyone was around to hang or needed anything. She couldn’t find anyone. It was quiet, everyone must be at lunch or something. She wasn’t hungry and had nothing to do. Amara spotted the stage door. She always wanted to see what the band sees and she never got the chance. She quickly looked around to make sure no one who would object was around she didn’t notice anyone she gingerly opened the door making sure there wasn’t an alarm or something. When there wasn’t a loud noise going off she went onto the stage she didn’t know what prompted her doing this but instantly it took her breath away the place was so big and she couldn’t even imagine it filled with people or performing. “Woah” she said to herself, stopping for a second to look around. She sat on the stage to take it in only intending to stay a minute, but then she heard someone, something approaching. Amara knew she wasn’t supposed to be here so she jumped up quickly. “Oh shit sorry I was just leaving” She exclaimed to the person “I was just…” she sighed she couldn’t come up with an excuse “I just wanted to see the stage” she stated biting her lip

     “  can’t  smooth  talk  your  way  out  of  this  one,  walker.  ”  tyler  emerged  from  behind  the  curtain,  arms  folded  across  her  chest  almost  as  if  she  were  a  mother  catching  their  child  with  a  hand  in  the  cookie  jar.  only  she  wasn’t  angry.  not  even  the  slightest.  it  was  simply  an  act,  something  to  keep  her  entertained;  because,  surprise  surprise,  sometimes  routine  work  could  get  boring.  narrowed  eyes  slowly  softened  as  she  offered  a  shrug.  “  i’m  fuckin’  with  you,  i  don’t  care.  if  you  were  the  blonde  chick  with  the  big  tits  lurking  outside  then  it  would’ve  been  a  different  story.  i  think  she  thinks  she’s  the  main  character,  real  penny  lane  energy.  ”  she  took  a  few  steps  onto  the  stage.  immediate  war  flashes  to  a  set  of  judges  staring  back  at  her  with  just  that  ..  judgement  in  their  eyes;  stirred  a  small  laugh  from  her  lungs.  she  played  it  off  well  though,  “  crazy  isn’t  it  ?  so  many  people  coming  to  see  this  little  band ?  ”  arms  finally  uncrossed  to  gesture  towards  her.  “  by  all  means,  don’t  let  me  interrupt  your  pop  star  fantasy.  ”

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arielsrecords​  :  ariel .

at first ari had felt as if tyler was pulling some sort of prank, the amount of tiny multicolored bags of sweets didn’t seem real. perhaps he’d already smoked a little too much a little too fast, what would his mother say if she knew he’d have such temptations. “oh, absolutely!” he laughs before pulling the spliff from his lips and patting the empty seat next to him, politely asking from some company for such a feast. since this should be nothing short of a fair trade, he offers the burning joint to her in such a way that could be a parallel of michaelangelo’s ‘creation of adam’ in the right light.

      “  wish  someone  was  here  right  now  with  a  film  camera  to  capture  this  moment  …  ”  brows  rose  as  she  eyed  the  exchange  unfolding  before  her  eyes.  “  would  make  a  pretty  sick  cover,  don’t  you  think  ?  sans  the  candy,  of  course.  wouldn’t  want  you  to  have  obligatory  sponsorships.  ”  she  quipped  as  she  sunk  back  into  the  vacant  seat,  stash  of  confections  now  splayed  across  the  small  table  situated  between  them.  “  so,  ”  the  word  hung  in  the  air  for  a  brief  moment,  just  enough  to  take  a  small  drag.  “  you  enjoying  life  on  the  road  so  far  ?  ”  she  returned  the  joint  and  flicked  her  eyes  up  to  meet  his.  “  pretty  tiring,  huh  ?  worth  it  though.  i  did  it  for  about  two  years  before  the  original  band  i  roadied  for  reached  its  demise.  here’s  hoping  history  doesn’t  repeat  itself,  huh  ?  ”  she  waited  a  beat.  "  what  d'you  got  there  ?  a  diary  ?  a  roadmap  to  your  soul  ?  "  the  corner  of  her  lip  curled  into  a  smirk.

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cartwrightluca​  :  luca .

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“  you’re  the  one  who’s  trying  to  assert  your  dominance  here.  ”  a  clash  of  personalities,  dualing  power  dynamics  …  always  fun;  but  unlike  his  other  partners,  she  wasn’t  as  easy  to  comply.  she  shrugged  her  shoulders  and  offered  a  smug  giggle.  what  if  she  wanted  to  ?  what  if  she  wanted  to  what  ?  punish  him  ?  punishing  him  was  forbidding  him  into  her  home.  punishing  him  was  leaving  him  with  a  case  of  blue  balls.  she’d  punished  him  enough.  her  breath  hitched  and  she  let  her  body  relax  into  the  mattress,  head  falling  onto  the  plush  pillows  behind  her  as  she  exhaled  a  small  groan.  her  hand  combed  through  his  bleached  locks  and  tugged  back  his  head,  “  you  came  over  to  fuck  me,  right  ?  ”  she  peered  down  at  him.  “  so  fuck  me.  ”

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angelsceleste  ​:  celeste .

𝒘𝒂𝒔 celeste actually blushing? the flushed pink on her cheeks suggested yes but the palms of her hands pressed to them, keeping one from being sure and showing off her gorgeous new edible ring simultaneously. “and this must have cost you a fortune,” she played along further, taking her left hand from her cheek to admire the candy rock out in front of her, tilting her hand back and forth as if admiring the light shining from a diamond. “i think that’s beautiful. and now you’re sweeping me off my feet, too? i feel like a princess,” she gushed comically, as though she weren’t a self-proclaimed princess regardless. “come ‘ere, future wifey. min vakre kone.” she added in her home tongue, stating that ty was her beautiful wife. she pulled out her phone, angling the camera to grab a selfie, showing her newly-accessorised ring finger off to the lens.

      “  min  vakre  kone  ?  ”  her  forehead  rested  against  the  side  of  celeste’s  head,  lips  parting  to  exhale  a  growl  into  her  ear.  “  god,  i  love  it  when  you  talk  dirty  to  me.  ”  the  laugh  that  followed  was  genuine,  if  anything  it  was  pointed  towards  her  own  mockeries.  as  soon  as  she  saw  the  camera,  she  turned  -  eyes  lighting  up  before  she  lifted  her  hand  to  point  at  the  rock.  a  proud  fiancée.  “  y’know,  i  may  just  have  to  reactivate  my  instagram  to  let  the  world  know  i’m  cuffed.  ”  a  bold  statement,  but  a  statement  nonetheless.  she’d  left  the  social  media  world  hanging,  the  last  time  they’d  seen  her  she  was  a  pageant  queen  destined  for  the  miss  america  title,  a  soccer  star  coming  to  collect  megan  rapinoe’s  throne.  imagine  the  shock  they’d  go  through  seeing  her  now  …  riot  girl  roadie.  talk  about  self-growth.  maybe  one  day.  “  so,  what’s  on  your  docket  today,  celly  ?  anything  i  can  be  of  great  assistance  to  ?  ”

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abigailsfm​  :  abigail .

“ oof, sorry about that, my vision was probably like insanely blurry. ” she admitted, it was one of the many reasons why she usually tended to stay away from alcoholic beverages, but that night she had completely forgotten to do just that. “ yeah, no offense to the guys, but i’d much rather have you protect me than them. ” she admitted with a chuckle. it’s not that the guys weren’t strong enough or didn’t know how to handle a punch well, she just knew that ty would have her drunken back much more than anyone else in the band. “ i only did that once and it was on my 21st, never again. ” she replied with a laugh. “ i doubt tmz even knows my name at this point, there’s not many interesting things about me they can post. ”

      “  tmz  might  not  know  your  name,  but  i’m  sure  every  music  based  blog,  print,  and  entertainment  publication  well.  you  were  on  fire  tonight,  mccormick.  ”  an  accolade  where  accolades  were  due.  tyler  wasn’t  necessarily  one  to  praise,  but  when  she  did  ––  she  truly  meant  it.  even  if  her  tone  didn’t  indicate  so.  “  almost  like  you  were  fuckin’  pissed  at  the  world.  you  should  channel  that  more  often.  looks  good  on  you.  ”  corners  of  her  lips  curved  into  a  smirk  after  the  coy  retort,  nose  scrunching  ever  so  slightly.  “  very  rock  n’  roll.  ”  she  hoisted  herself  up  off  of  the  vacant  gear  box  and  onto  her  feet,  index  finger  toying  with  the  pass  strung  around  her  neck.  “  y’know  …  ”  she’d  circled  back  to  the  original  topic  at  hand.  “  there  always  could  be.  interesting  things,  i  mean.  what  d’you  say  we  go  wreak  some  havoc  ?  that  is,  after  you  meet  with  your  little  fans.  “  she  teased.

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cartwrightluca  ​:  luca .

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      maybe  tyler  wasn’t  as  opposed  to  this  after  all.  she  could  do  with  some  human  interaction  for  a  change,  give  her  poor  vibrator  a  break  for  once.  “  shut  up,  ”  she  rolled  her  eyes,  but  it  didn’t  mean  she  wasn’t  impressed  by  him  for  noticing.  they  were,  in  fact,  brand  new.  an  impulsive  buy,  a  real  ‘treat  yourself’  moment  for  no  reason  other  than  to  fill  a  void.  an  abrupt  breath  caught  in  her  throat,  her  jaw  laying  slightly  agape  at  his  tantalizing  touch.  such  vulgar  words  from  him  produced  a  small  fit  of  giggles  from  her.  “  c’mon,  really  ?  who  are  you,  my  father  ?  ”  should  she’ve  played  along  ?  perhaps;  but  this  was  how  she  was  at  the  start  of  things.  eyes  peaked  through  thick  lashes  and  up  at  him,  lips  curving  into  a  smirk.  alright,  maybe  she’d  bite.  “  what’re  you  gonna  do  ?  ”  words  trailed  off  to  really  amp  up  the  act.  “  punish  me  ?  ”