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; Sunbeat Dance _

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God, why was it so hot? That what she’d been asking herself all day. Sophiana hardly liked the winter and living out of LA for so long grew her more accustomed to living no a mostly winter environment. But today, it was hot. Actually, it was probably the humidity from the way her hair started to frizz. If anyone could see the irritation in her eyes, most people would either run for the hills or think she was an extreme drama queen. Which, if the guessed the latter, they wouldn’t be wrong.

Wearing a white, tight tank top and closely resembling Daisy Dukes, her sweat penetrated through the cotton and exposed parts of her exaggeratedly pink and red lace brimmed brassiere. The sun beating as hard as it was, lit her body as if it were made of small diamonds. Letting her head hang back as she rested on a picnic table in the middle of Glover Park, elbows mounted on the table to hold her up, her shirt was practically see-through now as the light bounced off her skin, allowing any peering eyes in for a view of a lifetime. The perfect thing was, she didn’t care. On top of the strangeness, the heat turned her on. She never really understood why her body responded to heat like that. 

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:: A petulant story _

Almost every night when the moon brushed the world lightly with its luminous touch, a glass of Ca’ Togni accompanied the brash, western princess on her lumpy, yet immensely soft sofa. Glad that she had the movers push the heavy seating close to the window, her eyes gazed over the city where dreams were made of. Or so they say... According to the song, everyone wanted to be apart of it. It didn’t have to sit on her mind long enough to grimace about how absurd that fact was. Personally, she hated New York City. Her home, where she had the knowledge and comfort of everything, was back in LA. Just at the effort to learn such a rough and rushed, over-glorified piece of the US, brought her nearly to tears. But, she’d rather drink than cry.

The miserable princess pressed her soft, full, yellowish lips against the brim of the globe and let the temporary serum of red berry delight coat her tongue. From result of the flavor reaching her brain back down to her tongue, it gained her enough euphoria to close her eyes. God, did that wine taste good. Licking her lips and pulled away to see a text from a fellow friend she once had feelings for. Okay, lying; she still does have feelings for him. She’s not going to be admitting that any time soon either. She was much too stubborn in letting herself trust someone with that. Then to fall as hard as she wanted to? Practically impossible — she believed. 

Ignoring the text, she pushed the power button on her phone and returned her eyes to the illuminating city she despised. Trying probably too hard to think of something else other than the person she wanted to bed, her eyes shut closed as she felt the cushion beneath her buzz and heard her phone sing its obnoxious jingle. Her thoughts grew fiery with every vibration she felt, and soon enough she snatched the phone up, promptly wiped her thumb to accept the call, and smashed her phone against her ear. “What?” Sophiana answered, her tone never sounded sweet and inviting. More along the terms of “get to the point,” so to speak. It turned a lot of things that could have been platonic or romantic to ‘strictly business.’