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Indie RP Blog +18 Some NSFW content

[blondchilde]

"I’ll hold you to that then." He’s never had the pleasure of mixing wine with coke, but he wasn’t intending on trying it himself. Whatever the lady wants.

As well versed at the fledgling was, he never bothered to memorize anything that he wouldn’t need in the future. So of course, he hadn’t a clue what she was talking about. The blond wasn’t much of a reader back in the day. But might as well indulge her. “Sadly no, I’ve never read it. Or if I have, I don’t remember.” He responds with a sheepish grin.

Interesting name, though he shouldn’t exactly talk considering what his name is. “Pleasure to make your acquiatance.” Helping her to the door, noticing she seemed out of sorts, he offered his assistance. “Do you want to sit down for a minute?”

[theflowerswillgrow]

"Well it's a lovely story. The guy buries his drunk friend alive, in the catacombs below Italy. I recommend it. Anything by Edgar Allan Poe I recommend, really. I like his stories." She loved reading, but only if the reading were somewhat fucked up. 

"No, no." She shook her head, grabbing onto his arm again, "I'll have time to sit down when we're in my car and I'm driving you to my place." She smiled up at him innocently.

As they made their way out the door, she began to scan down the street for her car. She finally spotted it. Her big, yellow baby. A porsche 918 spyder, "That way-" She pointed in it's direction. 

[blondchilde]

"A bit strong isn’t it?" Examining the bottle with some scrutiny, he raised a brow. This little lady really does like to drink. But shrugged eventually shrugged it off. Some people really needed a drink sometimes.

Following side-by-side in case she fell again, Hansel considered her offer carefully. He was always paranoid when it came to entering people’s homes. You would be surprised at the number of times things went terribly, terribly wrong.

"Well, I would think we’d be introduced before you let me in," he responds with a cheeky grin. "I’m Hansel."

[theflowerswillgrow]

"A bit strong, I'll admit. But when it's mixed with coke? Ugh. Per-f-fection."

   As they reached the checkout counter, Xan grabbed her ostrich skin wallet from her back pocket. She clumsily snapped the top button open, revealing an abundant amount of credit cards. This particular wallet was her favorite. She had it custom made so that it could fit all of her credit cards. 

Once the rows of cards unfurled, Xan picked the first card out of the top pocket, "Black cherry Smirnoff, and a bottle of Barefoot wine" She told the lady at the counter who wouldn't stop staring at her. She was used to the stares by now, though, "Barefoot's cheap. I have an old bottle of Château de Goulaine at my house, in the cellar. It's my most prized possession, an original. Along with my Amontillado. You know, like Poe... The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled-- but the very defit-" Her mind became jumbled and she forget the rest of the first paragraph in the story. Which she had memorized by heart, "Ever read it? That. Yeah, well, anyway. I don't open them. I want to keep them pure for as long as I can. So, this Barefoot stuff will have to suffice." 

After the lady had bagged up the alcohol and handed them back to Hansel, the girl smiled at him. She leaned on the counter as another bout of dizziness took over her, "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Xan." 

[blondchilde]

He hummed in consideration. Oh he knew what it was like to work for old farts as she so eloquently put it     though at least they didn’t look old, or he would indeed be very put off. “I feel your pain,” he begins, as his tone became overly dramatic, “Oh the pain we    the beautiful    encounter. Such a terrible fate.”

Glancing around at the shelves casually, the blond shook his head. “Sadly, no.” Considering he would vomit from drinking it, being straightforward would suffice for now. “But everyone needs a drinking partner, so I’ll still join you if you’re offering.”

[theflowerswillgrow]

"Being beautiful is a terrible fate." She let out an uppity sigh, allowing one of her perfectly manicured fingers to trail along the bottles. She had to concentrate on her walking so she wouldn't trip over her own feet. 

        "Don't drink, huh--" She grabbed a bottle of wine that sat directly in front of her, "Not even a little?" She giggled and shoved the wine into his hands, "Take tha-at please. I wouldn't want to accidentally drop it. And, I am inviting you to join me, by the way. We can go back to my place or something." The girl made her way over to the harder liquor and grabbed a bottle of her favorite kind of vodka, black cherry Smirnoff, "Here, you are-" Xan handed him the other bottle and began stumbling towards the check out counter. 

[blondchilde]

If his ego could be any more inflated at that point, it would rival that of the Prince. It was always a good day when someone appreciated his oh-so charming good looks. His narcissism knew no bounds, even in his unlife.

He barely flinched when the woman used him as a support     though he hoped to God Jeanette wouldn’t find out about this, considering she would spread some malicious gossip about him being a womanizer. “Somebody likes alcohol,” he teased with an amused grin, “Going to a party or is it for yourself?” As they came closer to the shop, he opened the door for her.

[theflowerswillgrow]

"God I do." She smirked up at him.

    "For myself. To get through this stupid god damn meeting. Honestly I probably won't even go back. They're all a bunch of old, objectifying, farts." Her fists clenched at the thought of them. She loathed all the people she worked for. They looked at her, and all they saw were dollar signs. If Xan could kill them without arising suspicions from the public, she would. 

"Thank you." Xan slipped past him and through the door, giving him a wink with her bedroom eyes, "Do you drink?" She asked with furrowed brows, leaning against a shelf so she wouldn't fall over. 

[theflowerswillgrow]

I'm sorry to the people I owe I replies too! I'll be on tomorrow and all weekend <3

[blondchilde]

Hansel smirked, puffing his chest a bit in pride. “Uh huh    keep it comin’.” He could live any day being showered with compliments; what a narcissist. 

Reaching the end of the crosswalk, he gave his companion a toothy little grin. “Looks like we made it one piece. Need anything else, little lady?”

[theflowerswillgrow]

"Helpful, happy, nice, peachy, handsome, nifty, groovy, handsome-" She rested her head on his arm, holding onto him tightly so she wouldn't fall over. She closed her eyes, "Sleepy." She whispered, giving herself a descriptor word. 

    When they came to a stop, Xan opened one eye, "I did need something but- you're face." She stumbled a step back, opening both her eyes groggily. She waved her hand at him, "It's a nice face. A distracting one though and it makes me forget things." She smiled then both her eyes shot wide open as she saw the store right next to them, "Oh! Alcohol!" 

[kprps-deactivated20161017]

"Don’t be." Camden cut the girl off mid-sentence before leaning over to pull her back up on her feet. "That was my bad," he chuckled apologetically, shaking his head. "I just really need to peel my eyes off my phone for once and see what’s going on before me in the real world. Thanks for the wakeup call." He mused, a smile forming on his lips as he fixed his gaze on the stumbling girl. It was then that the walk sign switched on but before crossing, he decided to stick around as the girl intrigued him a bit. "I’m sorry, did you need any help by the way?" He offered, maybe a bit more concerned than intrigued.

[theflowerswillgrow]

Xan smiled, "Then I guess it was your bad. You should really watch where you're going from now on, sir." She teased with a wink. 

    "No, I-" She began to walk, but let out a gasp as she almost fell forward. She caught herself so she didn't hit the ground too hard, by holding both her hands out in front of her. Realizing that she probably looked ridiculous, totally bent over with both hands down on the cement, she began to laugh so hard that tears fogged up her vision. She allowed her body to fall the rest of the way down, unable to stop laughing, "Okay maybe you could help me across the street, if it isn't any trouble. I've had a few drinks." 

[blondchilde]

"No, no - of course not. I’ve never seen anyone fall with such grace,” he teased as he helped her regain her footing. “I’m glad to help, miss.”

Noticing a slur in the woman’s speech, Hansel thought it best to - at the very least - help her across the street. Keeping his stride in time with hers, he walked far enough that they weren’t touching, but close enough to catch her if she needed it. “Mind if I escort you little lady?” 

[theflowerswillgrow]

The extremely tipsy woman gave the man another cheesy smile as he helped her across the crosswalk.

"I would love for you to escort me.Y-you handsome boy, you." She snorted out a laugh, "Cute, handsome, good-looking, friendly young man."

[blondchilde]

Whistling a cheery little tune, the blue eyed kindred made his way down a bustling street. Even at this time of night, people were rushing about as if their life could end at any given moment. Not that he minded; it made it easier to feed and it was also a nice change of pace - considering the Prince seemed to enjoy sending him to remote towns for errands. 

Arriving at a stoplight, his whistle slowly turned into a hum as he stared blankly at the opposite building from him. Stopping him short, he raised a brow in confusion as he felt heat up against him, and stared at whomever intruded in on his tune.

Before he could say anything, the woman appeared to notice her error and fell to the ground, in a rather ungraceful manner. Hansel was a mixture of amused and surprised at this turn of events and losing himself for a moment, began to laugh at the sight.

Catching himself, he extended a helping hand, “I’m sorry, are you alright miss?”

[theflowerswillgrow]

As the person laughed, she pouted her bottom lip.

      "I must look ridiculous to you." She spoke in a stern tone, but her speech was slightly slurred.

As she stood straight again, she wobbled forward, then backward a bit. She gripped his arm to make sure she wouldn't fall over again, "Thank you, sweetheart." She smiled in his face and patted his shoulder. Through with using this stranger as her crutch, she stood on her own and began to stumbled towards the street. 

[fabledlabyrinth]

Sometimes I just wish I had someone to surprise me with a Drabble or a cute photoset…I look around at other people and their rp partners like….how do you find them?

[theflowerswillgrow]

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"Wine, wine, Xan needs more wine." Xan sang softly to herself, as she danced through the halls of the auditorium, looking for more booze. She hated business meetings. God, they were a bore. All they consisted of were old people talking about money, along with a whole lot of kissing her ass. Luckily, at these meetings, alcohol was permitted. But not a lot. 

So, once the chance was given, Xan escaped and began to wander, "Where the hell do they keep the alcohol in this place...?" She grumbled. Coming up empty handed, she decided to leave and head across the street to the gas station. She made her way outside, and over to the stoplight, "God, my head..." She groaned. As she waited for the pedestrian light to turn on, she leaned against what she thought was a light pole.

She looked up, and noticed that the pole had a couple of eyes. She immediately gasped, jumped away, and fell on her ass, "I'm so sorry, I-"

[theflowerswillgrow]

"Why can't I just meet a nice fucking guy for once?" Xan sniffled into a tissue.

                "Why do they all have to be a bunch of no-good, lying, cheating, manipulative, stupid fucking bastards."

[theflowerswillgrow]

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"Oh- Excuse me. I didn't realize my skirt was riding up."

Xan gave the other a smirk as she pulled her skirt down to cover her thigh-highs.

[theflowerswillgrow]

Monday nights, believe it or not, were actually Xan's favorite day of the week. It was usually her time to be selfish and relax a little. Tonight, she was staying at her private home in Shadow Hills, California. She didn't get trampled with paparazzi quite as much on this side of town.

It was about midnight, when she decided to go out on a little walk. After a while, she couldn't help but feel like someone was following her. 

The sound of footsteps getting closer made her stop and turn around, "Are you following me?"

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