Unconventional date || Robyn & Alaska.
A pair of green eyes stood up due to their piercing color being highlighted with smokey, black eyeliner and eye shadow as she walked down the hall. An annoyed sigh was released through her red lips as Robyn kept her motion towards her destination. If the situation had been considered under different circumstances the pale girl would have pretty much preferred shooting herself than going out on a date. The mention itself caused a cold shiver to go all the way up through her spine; it was beyond forbidden, dates were stupid, unnecessary, boring. If well she had to take this girl with whom she had only talked once then fine, but things were going to be done in her own way. Under her concept of fun and her own rules. Wearing a pair of burgundy skinny jeans, high heels and a black, loose, tank top ripped on a few zones but with enough material to cover her braless breasts she walked across the mansion in searching of the her date's room.
Her plan was simple: on their way to somewhere in the cab she would find out how much fun was she able to get with the gorgeous, English beauty. If she was a girly mess, a classy slut, or a rebel like Robyn. After her judgment the brunette would be able to select a place for them to direct and if well they weren't having a normal concept of date the american brunette would work her best to take the situation to the limit and not save it in the back of her mind for the following days as a boring, horrendous waste of time. One thing was more than probable: Sex. The sex was guaranteed, the girl she was taking out had stated that without Robyn even trying. So, yes, there were chances of having a fucking blast of boredom if this girl turned out to be completely the opposite of what she expected —and wanted—, but at least she would have a great fuck at the end of the night. Once Robyn reached the girl's bedroom she knocked on the door, leaning against the wall and clenching her jaw.
