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gracew0lf:
Grace rolled her eyes, “Drugs never help anyone.” She nodded, “Yeah, I met up with a few friends, had a great laugh. It definitely turned out better than the last event.”
“Drugs seem like they could help you a bit, darling.” She laughed, “What happened at the last event? I don’t think I could bother to attend.”
Bad Got Me Good || Waverly + Yuri
y-kov:
It was a strange thing to feel alone when surrounded by people. Yet, Yuri isolated. He was aware it was his own doing. The choice of standing off to the side, or in this case, alone at a cement table eating fries, was his. Though, that never deter people from staying. A fact proven more often than none. Perhaps it was his soft nature that drew to him. If only they knew what he really was.
His eyes moved from person to person, watching them. It was a bit of a habit of his. It wasn’t so so much as watching as he was just studying them and making sure they weren’t threats. Yet, he couldn’t help himself from wondering things about them, comparing his life and their’s. Such habit was probably what made him notice her. High socks and heels, it seemed impractical for the park, though that wasn’t what had him watching her.
There was something in her walk that set him off. She had the look of a lioness on the prowl, and she was moving towards her victim. Only the victim was not one to go down easy. No with one look, and Yuri was able to see this man, her target, was not as clean as he portrayed himself to be. A clean suit and expensive watches, were but distractions to what kind of man he was.
Yet, Yuri did nothing. Keeping a slight eye on the situation as he continued snacking.
Waverly loved this. Definitely more than she should have. She loved the way the tone and lilt of her laugh would create the desired effect. an easiness. She loved the way that her hand innocently falling on the man, Lionel’s wrist, was both a flirtatious movement and an opportunity to gauge the heft of the watch she inexplicably desired. Had she called up her father, or perhaps her brother, she could’ve quite easily gotten what she wanted legally, hell she could’ve afforded it herself, but there was more than just a thrill that came with taking from someone unsuspecting, there was a validation to it. She could walk away smiling from a shoot or a date with thousands of dollars of jewels or gadgets or money in her purse or pocket, and feel sure that she was not only able to distract them with her beauty, but overcome them in other ways too.
Lionel was describing his yacht, docked in the North Cove Marina, with more love and dedication than he would ever describe the daughter he’d mentioned in passing minutes. It felt almost too easy. His eyes darted one way or another when she brought up that she would love to go for a day trip sometime. Her hand slid up his arm under his suit jacket and she wondered if he could tell the clasp was undone on his watch. He pulled away from her, hesitant with a familiar look overcoming his face, of guilt. These men had affairs, she participated in a dozen, but they all still felt so weirdly coy about them. It made her want to giggle.
When he pulled away his arms went down to his lap, and quickly returned to the table. She slipped the watch into her purse and looked over her shoulder, wondering if anyone had noticed. Her eyes locked momentarily with the french fry guy a few tables away. Normally she might’ve shot him a look to persuade him to stay quiet but her face went blank, unsure of how to respond, except a momentary look, that tried to be both threatening and pleading, asking him to stay quiet.
Bad Got Me Good || Waverly + Yuri
ESurely Waverly Archer wasn’t the only one in Central Park hiding a flask in her purse. She sat on a bench, dressed in a skirt and thigh high black socks, and thick black sunglasses. Her feet, stuffed into five inch high heel boots, were tired from wandering aimlessly.
She felt sad, which led to feeling restless, which led to picking out a mark. She was far from a pro, obviously, but she did enjoy restating the fact if only in her mind, that her looks and a short skirt were enough to suspend the rules of reality and let her remember her potential for power.
There a was man in a grey suit, mid-forties, maybe early fifties, who eyed her every time she uncrossed and crossed her legs. He was sitting at one of the tables, near a closing food truck. There were a few other inconsequential people nearby, a mother and her baby, a young man with a tough jaw eating french fries, a few kids smiling, they were skipping out on something, like co-conspirators. No one would notice.
She walked over to the table, one foot crossed over the other, making her small hips sway. “Excuse me,” She asked the man with the Rolex watch, “Would you like some company?”
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Prompt 25: Liam and Waverly
officerliambarrett:
Liam shifted uncomfortably, looking out over the crowd again, trying to spot Alex, Bea, and Alessandra. He didn’t mind them having some fun, but at the moment he was certainly wishing that at least one of them had stuck with him for the night. “I don’t know…” he added carefully, not wanting to offend the woman, but already uncomfortable with the amount of drunken flirting he had dealt with already that night.
He wouldn’t deny that he relaxed a little when she said that she wasn’t hitting on him. He never knew how to handle that, and drunk people that just wanted to dance were a lot easier to manage. “I’m okay, really. I just .. don’t drink anyway, so I figured I’d watch out for them.” he said carefully before sighing, “Fine, I guess. I’m not exactly the best dancer though.”
“You don’t need to drink,” She promised, her eyes following his as he glance over to the aforementioned friends he was no doubt eager to watch over. “I’ve had enough to drink for both of us.” Not exactly drink per se, but he didn’t need to know that. “Really, you’d be doing me a favour. If I go out there and dance alone some gropey man is gonna get a bad idea that will just land him with my stiletto up his ass. It’s a public service you’ll be doing really, preventing unfortunate incidents, and it’ll be fun, I promise.”
Waverly smirked as the uncertain man finally relented. It was just a dance for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t as if she’d proposed a threesome or anything outlandish like that. He as cute man but not her type by a mile and besides if she so much as lunged towards him she feared he might make a cute man shaped hole in the nearest wall, so soon after the renovations. Which reminded her, “What’s your name again?”
gracew0lf:
Grace smiled, “Oh really? I didn’t mind it, although I had drank a lot so maybe that helped.” She laughed, “Did you go with friends? Or alone?”
“Perhaps I just didn’t have enough to drink. But I did plenty of drugs so that should’ve helped a bit more.” Waverly mused. “I arrived alone but met up with a couple of friends later on inside. That part was a bit of fun even though we met some unfortunate people. Did you meet up with anyone fun and cute?”
“There’s only so much I can do when I’m off duty. So, how about you let me finish my whiskey and come talk to me when I’m at work in the morning.”
“Okay, cool, sounds great officer. Finish you whiskey. I’ll just be over here, on my own, figuring out what to do when I get attacked or murdered outside my building by the creepy loner who has been legitimately stalking me. Don’t worry, I don’t need to be walked home or anything.”
Prompt 45: Waverly & Charlie
charliefknmancini:
It had taken a great deal of persuasion to get Charlie to even show up for this lousy event. It didn’t matter how many times the owner rebuilt Bar None. This place was still and would always be a shabby cesspool of drunk assholes lunging at everything with a pulse. She preferred it burned to the ground as she did all the places that didn’t meet her high standards, but her group of friends, the drugs, and alcohol had at least made her time here somewhat bearable.
Stepping off the dancefloor, Charlie spotted Waverly in the crowd near the bar, immediately recognizing the pleading look on her face. It was obvious the guy wouldn’t take a hint so the petite blonde elbowed her way towards them with confident steps. Drunk or not, she would never pass up on a chance to kill a guy’s ego. She walked over to Waverly and leaned up against her, resting her arm on her shoulder as she eyed the clingy guy. “Does that actually work? You’ve ever gotten with a girl by rubbing your micropenis up against her like some caged animal who’s been let out of his pen?” she asked and cocked her head to the side, “we all know the answer to that so let’s cut to the chase: my friend here is just not that desperate and you are definitely not that lucky.”
Thank fuck for Charlie. Just having the small blonde within Waverly’s presence brought her mood up better than the little pill hidden her purse ever would. The girl knew exactly what to say in any situation, in a way that was working just fine for Waverly at this particular moment.
Waverly smirked, enjoying as the man was decimated in front of her. The word micropenis left Charlie’s lips and she audibly laughed. In a more upper crust, stuffy society she might’ve covered her mouth to hide her smirk, but now she let the man bask in the look on her face. He didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as she did.
“Hmmm, two is definitely better than one.” The man replied, once he’d gained some composure. “Are you sure you wanna be so quick to be dismissive, blondie? I’ve got a friend for you, if I don’t decide to keep you for myself.”
Waverly’s mouth snapped shut, and her lips folded in trying not to laugh even more. Her eyes met with Charlies and she waved her hand at the man, “Please, he’s all yours.” She whispered, eager to see what Charlie would say next to destroy him.
“Did you end up going to the re-opening of Bar None in Brooklyn? It wasn’t too bad, to be honest.”
“It was alright... personally a bit too busy for my liking. I mean would it have killed them to be a bit more selective with the guest list? Or include a VIP section so it wasn’t a free for all.”
Prompt 25: Liam and Waverly
officerliambarrett:
Liam hovered awkwardly near the bar, torn between escaping the party and the need to try to make sure nothing managed to go terribly wrong. He’d had his fill of bar food and being one of the very few sober people in the building was becoming less entertaining as time went by. Still, the handful of people he was actually close to were all here, and plenty of other people he didn’t want to see hurt. He could stick it out a little longer just to keep an eye on things.
He started to regret his choice however when a woman approached him and began asking him to dance. “Oh, um. No thank you, really. I’m just … here with some friends. Kind of being the sober guardian, I guess.” he said, which was half true. They hadn’t asked him too, but he was doing it anyway. “I’m sure someone else would love to dance with you though.”
Waverly pouted, she never did like hearing no as an answer, no matter how rarely she heard it. The man seemed uptight, like he’d assigned himself to be babysitter over the whole bar. He didn’t appear to have a drink in his hand, and with the busyness of the service, she doubted he’d be getting one anytime soon, if that was his intent. “Come on,” She whined over the sound of the music, “I’m sure your friends will be just fine without Big Brother watching over them.”
“I don’t want to dance with anyone but you, though!” She said, the sweetness in her tone surprising even her. Perhaps it was the remainder of drugs and drink in her system. “I’m not hitting on you, if that’s what you’re worried about. You just look like you need to, let go a bit. Unwind. Let loose. Stop worrying. I’m a good person to help with that. You can trust me on that.”
Prompt 45: Waverly & Charlie
Person A is trying to get rid of someone who won’t let go of them and Person B comes to the rescue.
Bar None was starting to get a bit boring. Her drugs were wearing off after a long night of dancing and a little drinking. The place was so busy and the bartenders were too concerned with the big groups of customers to pay the attention it took to refill her drink. It was their loss, they should’ve recognized a good tip when they saw one.
The place was practically a zoo. So when Waverly felt the man to her right crowd into her space, she grit her teeth and excused it, deciding this drink would be her last before heading home. But then the man was talking to her and shifting closer and smelled like one of the cheaper brands of tequila, her annoyance level rose. Normally she’d love the chance to toy with him, but she was done with this whole scene tonight.
She grimaced and move away, only to have the man move closer. “Not interested.” She insisted, soon changing tactics to “You can fuck off now.” She was tired and didn’t much feel like decimating a drunk idiot with her words. She looked around the bar for a sign of relief, someone who could help her out of the tight spot between this man and the bodies squishing her closer to the bar and to him.
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Prompt 25: Liam and Waverly
Person A really just wants to dance, and they’re really determined that Person B is going to dance with them.
Waverly’s eyes scanned the crowd that filled the floor and booths of Bar None, surely someone here could make her night more entertaining. She’d made a few friends in the bathroom when she’d snuck off to do a line, but they’d fallen drunkenly into a stall together and we’re probably still struggling to get out. Not exactly her idea of a fun time.
Her eyes landed on a man across the bar with dark hair standing alone. She smirked at how awkward he looked and quickly decided this would be a sufficient source of fun for the remainder of her night here. She took a quick sip of her drink and walked through the crowd, feeling like people parted as she charged through, and stood in front of the man, “You look like you need to loosen up a bit, hmm? How about a dance?” She asked, her gaze ventured over to the crowd of people swaying to the music. She doubted the man would say yes easily, and planned to enjoy prodding and poking him.
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