Hot Child In The City

She was still a girl, a lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze.

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vclerio:

Hovering so close to her allows him an incredibly unobstructed view of her and those truly stunning azure eyes, eyes that upon closer inspection are surrounded by a ring of navy. He averts his gaze towards his hands, letting a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips because of all the tenants that drift through the front door, she just might be his favourite - even when she seemed to be nothing but a blur of vibrancy, tossing a wave over her shoulder before disappearing into the night without so much as a word. “Sometimes it can be boring but.. i wouldn’t say this is one of those nights.” No, her company is definitely not boring. He glided his fingers across his mouth, concealing the grin. The words she offers up are enough to have his mouth dipping into a frown, his brows pulling low over his caramel eyes. “Never liked that guy. I’m just waiting for the day I get to throw him out on his ass.” It definitely would be worth the lashing from his boss. He ducked his head and with the sharp angles of his features hidden from the soft light, he appeared almost sheepish for a moment. The giggling parade of girls sashaying through the lobby spent a fair bit of time leaning over the counter, their lips curled flirtatiously and voices dripping saccharine, hoping to convince the doorman to join them. “Yeah. I was promised body shots actually.” He rubbed his palm along the curve of the back of his neck. “I didn’t promise I’d show up though.”

The sudden down turn of rosebud lips doesn’t go unnoticed to the girl, her eyes dancing around features that darken just a fraction. “Now, now, sweet Valerio -” She begins, tone light and airy, almost song-like. Throwing him into a sour mood was the last thing she had intended to do, “no need to pout about such things. Patience is a virtue. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I’d tell one of the twins that my ass was the latest victim of his notorious wandering eye, but they’re so blinded by his fluffy blonde hair, they’d never believe me.” There was a small shrug of her shoulders, “we can only hope they see the light one day. Karma can be a beautiful thing. You do believe in karma, right?” Her lips twitch into the smallest of smirks, as she tosses her hair over the arm rest, letting brown disheveled locks tease the hardwood flooring. She isn’t surprised about the parade of girls attempting to recruit him to their party with promises of body shots and other fun-filled things that involve tongues and mouths crashing together. After all, just because she's got a boyfriend doesn't mean she's gone blind. “But you didn’t flat out say no either?” She teases as she sinks more into the sofa, her hands crossing together over her stomach, “Aren’t you just the least bit curious about what happens at high school parties these days? Think I’ll get kicked out if I crash it?” There’s a small laugh that echoes from her lips as her eyes meet his, “or is it that you have better plans once your shift ends? -- Tell me, what does one Valerio do once he clocks out of doorman duties?”

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vclerio:

“Dashing, hmm?” It’s all but impossible to ignore the flash of exposed skin, his dark eyes lingering along the dangerously high slit of her dress and how seemingly endless her legs look. It’s more then enough to derail his thoughts and his words are low and nearly lost in all the chaos. “Somehow, I think you have me beat.” His elbows rest against the edge of his desk with his legs extended and ankles crossed, looking the picture of nonchalance even while a girl as stunning as Scarlett sprawls out on the couch. She doesn’t give him time to respond before the words are tumbling sweet as sin from rose bud lips. He knows nothing of the glamorous world she dips her toes in every night, he’s just the guy who greets her after the clock has stuck twelve, when her hair is mused and her glittering costume is in varying states of disarray. Pushing away from the counter he saunters over, bending at the waist he rests his forearms along the back of the couch. “You mean besides you?” His fingers ghost across his lips slowly, feeling the soft smile she’s inspired. “Well, Ms. Jenson is either dating a clown or moonlights as one. I’m pretty sure the twins on the fourth floor are dating the same guy. Oh, and there was a herd of teenage girls heading up to 230C for a party.”

“Dashing.” She confirmed with a curt nod of her head, and a playful rise of her brows, “is that so? Suppose there’s only one way to find out. You know you can do two dogs, one filter now.” she teased again, dangling the phone for a few moments longer before setting it loose and letting it plop onto her lap. Bright blue orbs fell onto the boy, eyes dancing around his features, she follows his figure as he closes the gap between them; there’s a pique of interest towards Valerio that both pushes her to her toes and hushes her to ease as Scarlett relaxes more into the couch. He’s certainly more interesting than the last male who held his job. She’s curled on the couch, glittering and feminine posed like a feline as her cheek rests on the lush velour fabric as her eyes still reside on him, only his face is closer now. Her eyes sparkle with interest, the crystal chandelier hitting them like sunlight, “if I’m the most interesting thing to revolve around that door then this place is much less scandalous than I thought.” She jests, “boring night for both of us.” She murmurs in afterwards, letting the words tag onto her previous ones. “ – Ah, there it is. That’s the building I know.” She says, with a knowing nod and a quick lick of her lips, “you know, I may have rode the elevator with both of them the other week plus one of the twins. I can’t ever tell those two apart even if they never fail to remind me that they’re not identical. – I caught the. boyfriend checking me out while grabbing one the twins ass. And the clown - I asked if he knew any tricks. And he said no. Maybe he dresses like that for Ms. Jensen. Clown kink, maybe?“ The was a small wrinkle in her nose, her words piling out in a tone that one couldn’t indicate whether they were the truth, or not. “230C, huh.” Her eyes dart to the elevator, “did they flirt up a storm and invite you over after your shift?”

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vclerio:

he supports the door with one hand, the other hovering at waist height, posted a few inches away from the brunette’s back, his ghost of a touch guiding her inside the building and away from the biting winter chill. her voice, at first punctuated by the whirl of passing traffic and blaring horns, then easily filling the stark silence of the lobby. he doesn’t need to spare a fleeting glance at his watch to know her arrival is earlier then he’s come to expect - in all the times their paths have collided, she’s been a blur of crackling energy, swirling through the front door well past midnight and the scent of alcohol and perfume staining the air in her wake. even without the spiked heels and crimson red lips and intoxicated blood, her presence still manages to encompass the room. “is that how i sound?” his voice drips with amusement at her impression of him. crinkles form at the corners of his eyes as his lips curve upwards. he dips his head in a nod, his fingers ruffling through his dark hair. “sure. i can’t promise it will be all that glamorous though.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Her tone is playful, in a sing-song manner as she teases him with flashes of an exposed olive toned thigh from a lengthy slit in her dress as she moves to sit on the arm rest of one of thecouches, lounging like she isn't in the public lobby, but rather her own living room. “You can find out for yourself,” she says, swinging her small cellular device between nimble digits, dangling it in his direction with a wicked grin on her face, “say the word, Valerio and I’ll open up snapchat and start recording. I think you’d look absolutely dashing in the doggy filter.” Her lithe frame slides from the arm rest and into the actual cushion, legs dangling now as she sinks into the lush fabric, “Can I tell you a secret?” She asks, though doesn’t pause to let him answer, “I’m glad my plans fell through. Anything glamorous is exhausting so you’re definitely stuck with me now. --- How’s your night been? Any interesting people step in? -- or maybe out. That’s a little more scandalous, isn’t it?”

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“I know what you’re thinking...” the brunette trailed, as she sauntered into the building, azure orbs falling onto Valerio as he held the door open for her, “ ‘what is Scarlette aka 244B, doing home at a reasonable hour and completely sober ‘?’” Her voice had deepened just an octave lower, attempting to mimic the tall boy, “-- well, practically sober. -- Call it a New Years miracle, or maybe the beginning of an awful year.” Her tone took on a slightly dramatic flair, every syllable coated in mirth, before dropping the act, a smile still adorning her features, “- mind if I hang out with you for a little bit? My plans fell through.”