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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jun 30, 2012 23:23:32 GMT -5
Sebastian had forgotten all about the ball. He'd always been able to charm his way into tickets and this year it was no different. Only problem was he'd forgotten to mention it to Alyson since it had slipped his mind until the night before the masquerade party. When Alyson left he thought about going after her and taking her shopping but knew that would take too much time. So he was able to convince Prestine to go shopping since she loved to do it so much and it gave her an excuse to buy her Kitten a new outfit. There was a costume place that stayed open late the whole week before the ball for people who couldn't get there during the day. It took some time but together the pair of them were able to find a dress in a stunning royal purple that he thought would look gorgeous on her. Of course he wanted something that would be a little revealing and Prestine managed to find one with a very high slit that nearly went to the hip. Alyson would probably hate that part of the dress but it was definitely Sebastian's favorite. Prestine also picked out a mask, shoes and a clutch that matched the dress in color. He was actually a little excited about the event this time since he'd be able to take Aly and have her on his arm. He was quick to pick out a nice suit for himself as well. He hated tuxedos and a suit could look just as classy as a tux as long as you wore it right. He saw a purple suit that was almost the same color as Aly's dress and for a split second he debated getting it just for kicks but there was no way that Sebastian would be caught dead in a purple suit, let alone matching the person he was with. How stupid was that? After buying everything the pair of them went back to the hotel and went their separate ways. He'd bought a few items for his sister and her pet to show his gratitude and then that was all he saw of her for the night. He hung up the dress and his suit for the next night just before the sun came up. The next night when the sun set he didn't waste any time, knowing that the ball would be starting soon and he still had to let Alyson know they were going to the ball. He got dressed at the hotel and got one of the limousines that the hotel offered to their guests for the night since he didn't want to just building hop all the way to her place with so much stuff, and when he arrived he actually used the front door ringing the bell and waiting for her to answer. Her face revealed her confusion at the fact that he used the door but then she saw everything he was holding and allowed him to come in. When he instructed her to get dressed and that studying would have to wait she was reluctant at first as usual and even tried to give him a hard time. Why should I? Because I said. The banter didn't last long though and she eventually gave in and got ready. He'd instructed her to straighten her hair or do something with it so that it didn't attract attention. The last thing he wanted was for everyone to recognize 'that curly haired girl who was kidnapped' and wonder who the hell she was with. He didn't need that kind of attention and neither did she. He wanted her all to himself tonight and if there were people staring then that wouldn't happen. When the limo pulled up it might have been a little over the top but Sebastian noticed that they weren't the only ones who arrived in that manner and when the driver opened up the door he stepped out and offered a hand to help Alyson. He took her hand and tucked it under his arm to guide her up to the museum handing the tickets to the man at the door. "This might not be as much fun as studying," he teased her leaning in close to her, "but you look great in that dress." |
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jun 30, 2012 23:50:23 GMT -5
Alyson had washed and folded Sebastian's laundry which she'd borrowed the previous night. She had gotten her books ready to study along with all her flashcards, and even had some snacks for them. She felt stupid, like she was putting together a study party in high school or something, but she knew they would probably be at it for a while and she didn't want o have to break to get snacks. This way it was all there and ready. The window in her room was open and the light was on even though she was hanging out on her laptop in the tiny living area of the apartment. When the doorbell rang she raised a brow. He was going to use the door? It had been dark for nearly an hour, so she knew it must be him. Who else would bother coming over? She had few friends and a few of the people she knew were going to the museum for some ball or something. Cassidy included. "You should come! I can get you a ticket!" She insisted, but Alyson politely declined. Those sorts of functions just weren't her thing. Leave it to the ritzy city folk to attend those sorts of things, and as she thought of the attendees as "ritzy city folk" she had to roll her eyes at herself. She sounded like the church ladies back home. Aly got up and went to the door, opening it and giving him a curious look, which became even curiouser when she noted his apparel. What was he all dressed up for? "Oh, no, no, no, no, no..." She said waving her hands at him when she caught a glimpse of the dress bag. She was NOT going to the Masquerade! Not with Cassidy in attendance! It was just a bad idea but after pushing and shoving Alyson finally relented to his demand. Deep down it sounded like a good time, and he obviously wanted her to come. The dress cost a small fortune, she was sure. It fit perfectly and she blushed as she noted the deep slit along the leg. The clutch matched nicely and the shoes and mask... It was so much to handle. She straightened her hair as quickly as possible, which only made it wavy instead of straight, and pulled it back into a tight bun to help hide the curls. A few wispy curly strands slipped by, which surprisingly worked well with the mask. For having rushed to get ready she had to admit she looked nice, and the look in Sebastian's eyes only confirmed he thought so too. The girl rolled her eyes when she saw the limousine waiting for them. Of course he would order a car, but despite her outer reaction, on the inside she was twirling like a little girl. She'd never been in a limo before, and it excited her to no end. She was tense and excited in the car, though she tried to hide it. She kept peaking at him, unsure but pleased at the same time. This was not what she had planned for the evening. "This might not be as much fun as studying," he teased as they began their walk inside. "No, I imagine it won't be." She shot back just as playfully without missing a beat. "but you look great in that dress." She blushed a little at his compliment, but fortunately the mask hid it. "Well, of course you would say that, it's showing off my entire leg. That and you picked it out." She smirked at him and nudged him playfully as they went inside. It was like something from a movie. There were clothe banners draped across the high ceilings, lights twinkling, roses and mood music. She felt completely out of place, but like she belonged at the same time. Behind that mask she could be anyone she wanted, and the thought excited her. "So now that you've officially tore me away from my studied and ruined another night of work, what are you going to do with me? Dance?" The last word was dripping with sarcasm, but she meant it. She wanted to dance with him and she hoped he would say yes. She thought of the last time he had tried dancing with her. She'd been drunk and the night ended up being a disaster. Aly pushed the thought from her mind and leaned closer. "What do you even do at these things?" |
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 1, 2012 0:34:37 GMT -5
When they entered into the museum it was beautifully decorated. He'd never seen the museum during the day or ever gone when the displays where out, but he did enjoy the events from time to time. And especially when he was wearing a mask it made things that much more interesting. It was a way to pick up women in the past, finding different women than what he was used to. These women weren't the ones you usually saw at the night clubs and it was a nice little challenge but sometimes he'd even pick up married women.
"So now that you've officially tore me away from my studied and ruined another night of work, what are you going to do with me? Dance?" He smirked, the left corner of his lips curling up as he turned his eyes on her, looking at her through the black mask. "What do you even do at these things?"
"I like parties. Being around large groups of people drinking and flirting, where isn't the appeal?" He said playfully. From what he knew of her she was more antisocial preferring to be the outcast. Hell, she probably frowned on these things. "Most of these people are dull, but the booze is free and there's always people willing to dance with someone tall dark and handsome." He could really sound full of himself at times but he didn't care. That's who he was.
He grabbed her hand to remove it from his arm and took it in his hand instead to guide her out towards the dance floor. "And as a matter of fact yes I am going to dance with you. How else am I going to get to peak at that leg of yours? It's not going to show unless you're moving." He told her as he stood in front of her, the music a bit upbeat, everyone was dancing apart since it was a fast dance. He let his eyes move down to look at her leg and made it obvious that he was doing it on purpose because he tilted his head to the side to get a better look.
"Come on, admit you like it when I look." He said in a seductive tone and then held her hand up to try and get her to spin.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 1, 2012 0:54:38 GMT -5
"I like parties. Being around large groups of people drinking and flirting, where isn't the appeal? Most of these people are dull, but the booze is free and there's always people willing to dance with someone tall dark and handsome." Alyson rolled her eyes at him. Tall, dark and handsome? Yes. He was. But he knew it which made him less attractive. A little... Where was that booze he mentioned? She might need a glass or eight.
Before she could pinpoint the exact location of the bar he was pulling her onto the dance floor, insisting that he had every intention of dancing with her. She grimaced at him as he pulled her along. "How else am I going to get to peak at that leg of yours? It's not going to show unless you're moving." Alyson shot him a dirty look and tried to cover her leg, but the dress had a mind of its own and the fabric parted obediently for Sebastian. She saw him looking, making it very obvious. "You could at least pretend you're not looking." She snapped, though it was clear she wasn't really angry with him.
"Come on, admit you like it when I look." He said seductively, spinning her and making her blush. She came back forward and caught his gray eyes through his mask. "Maybe." She taunted, "But I bet it kills you that I'm not doing the same." She smirked devilishly up at him, her free hand coming up to his face and caressing his jawline gently. "Maybe there are other taller, darker and more handsome men for me to look at." She leaned close to him despite the quick pace of the music, moving her head to the side before her lips could get too close to his, looking around. "Hmm... who else could I dance with tonight?" She asked, obviously toying with him. She wasn't sure if he would continue his playfulness or turn angry, but she hoped it wasn't the latter. Last thing she needed was a sulking Sebastian.
"And where's this free booze you speak of?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 1, 2012 1:41:40 GMT -5
"You could at least pretend you're not looking." He rolled his eyes at her words since he thought they were stupid. "I did it on purpose don't have a cow," he retorted and shook his head. Then she replied with a maybe when he wanted her to admit that she liked when he looked at her. She must have found it flattering at some point if she was still hanging around. If it bothered her that much she would have mentioned it before.
"But I bet it kills you that I'm not doing the same." Oh she was going to be that way tonight, was she? He liked when she was in a playful mood. He particularly liked when she was trying to seduce him without actually seducing him. They really were a twisted pair. When she touched his face he pushed his face into her hand a bit wanting to keep feeling her touch. "Maybe there are other taller, darker and more handsome men for me to look at." She moved closer to him and he thought she was going to kiss him so he got ready only to be fooled at the last minute when she looked away. What a tease. "Hmm... who else could I dance with tonight?" He wrapped his arm around to the small of her back and stepped towards her so that her feet would be under him and forced her into a dip.
"If you think I'm going to let some other man put their grabby hands all over you then you've got another thing coming," he explained while he held her frozen in the dip then slowly brought her back up. "I want you all to myself." He told her and stopped dancing, holding her there and looking in her eyes through their masks. The white mask went well with her dress and her eyes looked beautiful. He let go and took a step back just as she asked where the free booze was. He motioned with his arm to the left and started to head in that direction expecting her to follow.
There was a bar set up in one of the corners. It was a smart place for them to set it up since they piled cases of alcohol in the corner so they didn't have to go running through the crowds to go get more and stock up. It wasn't as if there was a kitchen there. The bar was nice and there were even a few stools if people wanted to sit and have a drink. "Are we going to get dirty drunk and turn this into a real party tonight?" He teased when they got to the counter and he leaned against it with one elbow propped up on the bar.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 1, 2012 10:24:57 GMT -5
Before she knew what was happening, Sebastian had pulled her close and down into a dip. She sucked in a sharp breath, looking up into his cold eyes through his mask. "If you think I'm going to let some other man put their grabby hands all over you then you've got another thing coming," He said while he had her trapped in her arms, unable to get away from him. "I want you all to myself." He told her while he brought her back up. Her heart was hammering in her chest at the thought of him wanting her all to himself. Wasn't that why he'd kept her captive in the first place? His words did nothing short of make her want him more, which seemed the complete opposite of what they should.
Her heart raced as he held her close, their eyes searching the other for some answer to an unknown question. Finally he let go and took a step back, leaving Alyson aching for him to grab her once more. She sucked in a breath, not realizing she had hardly taken once since he dipped her, and watched him move away into the crowd. It took her a moment to snap out of her daze and follow him towards the bar in the corner.
The bar looked well put together considering it didn't have permanent residence in that room. That east air of smug confidence was left on the dance floor and she needed to try and reel it back in if she was going to try and continue her witty banter. Otherwise she would be giving in to her own desires before the next song was over. "Are we going to get dirty drunk and turn this into a real party tonight?" She cocked a brow, though her mask hid it. "Dirty drunk?" She asked, amused as she moved a little too close to him at the bar. "I might have to if I'm going to be stuck with you all night, since you won't let me dance with anyone else." She was too close and her fingers went to the edge of his jacket, tugging lightly as she gazed at him. She realized she was flirting and moved her head away to look away at the dancing people in their colorful gowns. It really was like a movie or something.
"So how do we turn this into a real party?" She asked, a coy smile on her lips before she looked back at Sebastian. "Or should I stay sober. Last time I drank too much things went sour. Then again, I'm not wearing your suspenders tonight.."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 1, 2012 18:03:38 GMT -5
"Dirty drunk?" Was she making fun of what he called it? He could have said shit-faced or piss-drunk but he decided to be a little more conservative. He noted how close she was and cocked a brow at her but she couldn't see it. Masks hid the way you were feeling so well that everyday should be a masquerade ball. "I might have to if I'm going to be stuck with you all night, since you won't let me dance with anyone else." "ha ha." He said sarcastically and tapped the counter in front of him as if to tell the bartender they were ready.
He ordered two champagnes, "So how do we turn this into a real party?" He reached her for chin and gave it a gentle pinch. "You know you ask too many questions." "Or should I stay sober. Last time I drank too much things went sour. Then again, I'm not wearing your suspenders tonight.." "And not any underwear I hope." He commented under his breath and then watched the bartender set two flutes down and pour the champagne in and pass them to him.
He picked up the two flutes and handed one to Alyson, clinking the brim of his to hers before he held it up getting ready to take a sip. "Just shut up and drink already." He said playfully and then started to drain his glass of the bubbly alcohol. He wasn't a big champagne fan but because of its carbonation it was a quick way to get a good buzz going.
"Now what is it about dances that you don't like? Is it the people, the clothes or is it just too mainstream for little miss Alyson?"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 1, 2012 20:11:57 GMT -5
"And not any underwear I hope." She was grateful the that silly mask on her face hiding her suddenly bright red cheeks. She pretended like the comment had no affect on her, but she felt his words deep in her stomach. "That's my business, not yours." She taunted back, not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know either way. She was, but she wouldn't mind allowing his imagination to wander a bit.
"Just shut up and drink already." He didn't need to tell her twice. The champagne arrived and she clinked her glass with his and downed half of it immediately. She needed a drink. Badly. She stopped herself from finishing it, though. Last thing Alyson felt like she needed was him teasing her about trying to get drunk quickly, but truth was she liked champagne and she felt like she needed a drink to loosen up more. Being there with him in the stuffy atmosphere, dressed in clothes that were not hers made her a little uncomfortable. He made her uncomfortable, but in the most delightful ways a man could.
"Now what is it about dances that you don't like? Is it the people, the clothes or is it just too mainstream for little miss Alyson?" Aly rolled her eyes at him. "It's all bullshit." She said flatly, looking around. "Who wears stuff like this? I mean... look at this place. It's something out of a movie, not real life. Just some fundraiser for rich people to throw their money around and make themselves feel better while drinking and enjoying themselves. I don't know.. I feel like if you're going to give money to the museum you should just do it. They don't need to throw together an expensive ball where you need to wear expensive outfits to do it. People should just...they should just do it." She shrugged and took another sip of her champagne. Damn, it was almost empty already. "I grew up in the south with a bunch of churchies. I guess some of their crazy logic rubbed off on me." She said and sighed.
"That and this dress is heavy. Beautiful... but heavy. I hope it didn't cost too much.. I'd rather piss your money away on a new bed. Which is coming tomorrow afternoon.."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 1, 2012 21:24:01 GMT -5
"It's all bullshit." "Tell me how you really feel." He snuck in while she was talking and then sipped at the champagne and holding up two fingers to the bartender. They were going to at least need another one each before they got out there and started mingling. "Who wears stuff like this? I mean... look at this place. It's something out of a movie, not real life. Just some fundraiser for rich people to throw their money around and make themselves feel better while drinking and enjoying themselves." She went on to say how she thought it you were going to donate money to go ahead and do it without the perks. Then made a comment about the south and the churchies there. He'd never been to the south but he'd read enough books and watched enough movies to know how the south was.
"That and this dress is heavy. Beautiful... but heavy. I hope it didn't cost too much.. I'd rather piss your money away on a new bed. Which is coming tomorrow afternoon.." He polished off the rest of the champagne in his glass just as the bartender set two more down. "Keep drinking." He told her and held out the fresh flute waiting for her to finish off the first so she could take the second one.
"So a charity ball is unrealistic bullshit, but spending your evenings with an egotistical gargoyle who happened to steal you from your life isn't?" He asked her and cocked a brow at her again but of course she couldn't see it. The smirk was there though and he had a feeling that she might be upset with it so he reached out to grab her arm lightly just in case she tried to turn away.
"What's wrong with trying to be someone else for a night? People like to have a good time and people are also selfish. If they're going to give money then they want to get something out of it. That's just how it is."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 1, 2012 22:00:26 GMT -5
"Keep drinking." She narrowed her eyes at his instruction, but drank the rest of her glass, especially needing it now. She took the second one, not sipping just yet, but glad to have more alcohol in her hand. She didn't like obeying him like that, but she told herself she was drinking because she wanted to, not because he wanted her to.
"So a charity ball is unrealistic bullshit, but spending your evenings with an egotistical gargoyle who happened to steal you from your life isn't?" She narrowed her eyes at him and looked venomously at the hand that kept her from storming off, though she had no intention of doing that. "Oh, I never said that." She shot back sardonically.
"What's wrong with trying to be someone else for a night? People like to have a good time and people are also selfish. If they're going to give money then they want to get something out of it. That's just how it is."
Alyson rolled her eyes again. Did people always need something back for doing something out of the kindness of their hearts? Didn't that completely miss the point? "Look, all I'm saying is it's just a little wasteful. It's a stupid reason to throw a party. It's like, Hey, we're throwing this awesome party, now go drop a grand on your garb and come ready to boogie. Oh, please write us an insane check when you're done, because we couldn't afford to do this, but you could." She sipped the champagne, surprising herself with how much slipped down her throat. It must have been expensive; it was incredible!
"But it doesn't matter, because I'm not giving any money and you convinced me to come with you, so... here I am, pretending to be a debutante on my aristocrat boyfriends arm in some lame old fashioned showy display, when really I'm dressed in a far too expensive dress with the man who slung me over his shoulder and kept me locked in his bedroom for three weeks while the world assumed I was missing." She hissed softly so no one could overhear them.
She sighed and looked at her drink. "I don't want to fight." She said after a moment, her eyes shutting. "God, how do you always bring the bitch in me out? You're the only one who can make me be...what did you call me? Hostile?" She asked smirking slightly. She shook her head. "How do you enjoy yourself at these things, anyway?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 1, 2012 22:36:51 GMT -5
He didn't know if it was the alcohol talking but Alyson turned into chatty Cathy and he just didn't want to listen to her go on about how much she thought people should do things out of the kindness of their hearts. So when he looked to the bar he rolled his eyes so she couldn't see him doing it and drained the rest of the second glass of champagne. He hated the taste of the bubbly booze but he knew that was the quickest thing the bartender could probably pour.
"But it doesn't matter, because I'm not giving any money and you convinced me to come with you, so... here I am, pretending to be a debutante on my aristocrat boyfriend's arm in some lame old fashioned showy display, when really I'm dressed in a far too expensive dress with the man who slung me over his shoulder and kept me locked in his bedroom for three weeks while the world assumed I was missing." She was quiet when she said it but he still didn't like her saying it and his jaw muscles tensed causing them to stick out as he started to grind his teeth. He couldn't very well just tell her to leave or slap her right there. He also had told her that he wouldn't lay a hand on her in a harmful way anymore.
"I don't want to fight."
She was still talking!
"God, how do you always bring the bitch in me out? You're the only one who can make me be...what did you call me? Hostile? How do you enjoy yourself at these things, anyway?"
That was going to be the end of that.
He set the empty flute down on the bar and it was like the night before all over again as he grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her close while he tilted his head to the side so that their masks wouldn't hit one another and he laid a kiss right on her lips. This one was more passionate than the one the night before and he even tried to part her lips with his own, being very careful not to mess with her hair or her mask. When he pulled away he put his head low so his eyes had to look up to keep her in view, his concealed brows raised up and creasing his forehead. "Shut. Up." He told her quietly and emphasized both words to be sure she got the picture. His hands remained on her face and he brushed a thumb over her bottom lip.
"Forget that it's a charity ball. Think of it as a Halloween party. Or just a regular dance. Pretend you're in the movie Phantom of the Opera I don't care just stop complaining." His face softened slightly and he hesitated. "It's unattractive on someone so beautiful." He leaned in and gave her another quick kiss on the lips, wanting to linger and just keep kissing her but he pulled away. She still had to drink her champagne.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 1, 2012 22:54:38 GMT -5
He grabbed her so suddenly she didn't know what was going on and sucked in a sharp breath as his lips found hers. She squirmed and pushed at him, but her fingers soon curled around the lapel of his coat, whimpering into his mouth as his tongue pushed its way into hers. She didn't fight him anymore and soon found her lips working against his. Oh, how she hated him! How did he manage to do this to her? Sebastian seemed to heighten every single emotion she felt and turned her into such a girl!
When he pulled away her attention was still on him, her head bowing obediently as his eyes met hers. "Shut. Up." He growled softly to her and she gulped, her lips pursing with the tingling feeling of his passionate kiss lingering on them. He had a funny way of reminding her of her place with him. Sure, he may not be slapping her around, but he had other ways of getting her to behave and she loathed him for it, mostly because she wanted him to make her behave over and over again.
"Forget that it's a charity ball. Think of it as a Halloween party. Or just a regular dance. Pretend you're in the movie Phantom of the Opera I don't care just stop complaining." She opened her mouth to remind him that he had specifically asked her opinion and she had given it, but closed it again feeling nothing short of defeated. What good would reminding him do? He didn't care that he had prompted her to speak. He cared that she had something to say, and it annoyed her. She frowned and sighed, downing the rest of her glass. "It's unattractive on someone so beautiful." He leaned in and gave her another quick kiss on the lips. making her look back at him with a light pout.
"If you don't like what I have to say, I don't know why you surround yourself with me." She said softly, sulking now. "I wasn't trying to complain.." She added, her feelings hurt slightly despite his kisses. She played with the champagne flute and then looked to the bartender, this time holding up the two fingers to indicate she wanted more. Much, much more. She sighed and looked at the people; "So what should we do now? We have our champagne, we've had our fight, and we've kissed. Anything else on the agenda?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 2, 2012 0:56:14 GMT -5
He found her pouting to be both annoying and cute at the same time. How was that even possible? But she didn't look pleased that he told her to shut up. "If you don't like what I have to say, I don't know why you surround yourself with me. I wasn't trying to complain.." She sounded hurt and he heaved a long and slow sigh. "So what should we do now? We have our champagne, we've had our fight, and we've kissed. Anything else on the agenda?" When the two champagnes came he knew she meant serious business and was going to get smashed tonight if she very well could. He didn't need her getting to the point that she'd get loud and raunchy.
"I think after this drink I'm going to cut you off for a bit. Don't want you to make a scene or try to undress me with your eyes," he teased and handed her the newest glass of champagne. He couldn't deny that it was very expensive bubbly but it was still bubbly and he made a face before tipping the glass back and just sucking it all down at once. "Now polish that off so we can dance. I don't want to hover around the bar all night like a pair of drunks who are only here for the booze."
He waited until she was done with her drink before he grabbed her by the arm and casually lead her through the crowd back onto the dance floor. The music had gone to a slower tempo a while back so they didn't have to worry about bumping into each other since he assumed she probably had a nice buzz going right about now. Even he was feeling the affects of the champagne.
Sebastian took one of Alyson's hands in his own and then wrapped the other around to the small of her back to bring her closer to him and began to move slowly to the music, dancing close to the middle of the dance floor. "I like these parties because they hold them at night. We're limited in what we can do since we only come out at night. So when there's an event I like to go and try to have a good time." He finally gave a somewhat explanation to her question. It wasn't directly what she asked but it was in the same ballpark.
He looked down into her eyes and took a breath. There was news he wanted to share but he didn't know how. Hell, he was still trying to figure out what he thought about it. "Our kind is going to come out of hiding. They want to tell everyone that there are gargoyles that exist." He kept his voice low enough so the conversation stayed between the two of them. "We're not going to hide anymore."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Jul 2, 2012 11:17:39 GMT -5
"I think after this drink I'm going to cut you off for a bit. Don't want you to make a scene or try to undress me with your eyes, Now polish that off so we can dance. I don't want to hover around the bar all night like a pair of drunks who are only here for the booze."
Alyson rolled her eyes and chugged the flute full of champagne before placing her glass back down, feeling the bubbly in her system already. She felt a little woozy, but in a good way. As soon as she was done Sebastian was dragging her through the crowd and bringing her to the dance floor once more. After all that he wanted to dance? She felt like a scolded child still and wasn't feeling her snappy, flirty self. Sebastian had been the only mad to ever put Alyson in her place like that and make her stay there. She had a tendency to want to rebel against any sort of authority, and as often as she did it with Sebastian, she often found herself biting her tongue to keep him happy, something that wasn't that easy to do.
They were in the middle of the floor and Alyson looked around, feeling so exposed with her leg out and knowing that if her mask was off everyone would recognize her. Or that's how she felt. In all honesty maybe a small handful of people would recognize her face, but that was all. Her hand lay easily in his, her other arm draped over his shoulder, and she looked up at Sebastian as the hand on her back drew her closer to him. She listened to his explanation of why he liked these things, and she had to admit it made sense. He didn't have the luxury of attending anything that happened during the day like she did, so he took what he could. He was obviously a social creature, though he seemed uninterested in having real relationships with people other than herself. Sebastian was complex and confusing.
"Our kind is going to come out of hiding. They want to tell everyone that there are gargoyles that exist." Now that was news.. Alyson raised her brows, though he couldn't see. They were going to come out and tell people they existed? It sounded like a bad idea. "We're not going to hide anymore."
"Why?" She asked, wrinkling her nose. "That doesn't sound like a very good idea at all." She didn't hold back but wished she had. In the attempt to not rile him up she sighed and leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder and nuzzling her face towards his neck. "People are going to want to study you.. pick you apart. It'll be a war." She said, thinking the very worst right off the bat. Alyson knew people were interested in picking new things apart, and the gargoyles wouldn't be any different.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jul 2, 2012 19:49:47 GMT -5
"Why?" It was a question he'd asked himself. "That doesn't sound like a very good idea at all." Sebastian's shoulders heaved up in a shrug. "People are going to want to study you.. pick you apart. It'll be a war." What she said made him smirk and shake his head as if he disagreed even though he didn't disagree entirely.
"They would have to catch us first. And we like wars." He teased although it wasn't completely false. "We're built for wars. We're stronger and faster than humans. They could try but we'd make it extremely difficult for them to get us on a slab and dissect us like frogs. They're saying it's going to help us do our job. We protect you guys from anything that could be considered harmful to you so why shouldn't we be able to do it without hiding?"
He could hear laughing on the outskirts of the dance floor and turned his head to see a redheaded girl and a blonde male who were obviously having a good time. Idiots, he thought. He pulled Alyson closer to him and looked down at her. The dress did look like it was heavy but she pulled it off nicely and even though her hair wasn't completely straight the wave was a nice touch. At least it wasn't a head full of bouncy curls to make her stand out.
"I like and dislike the idea of it. I think most of us do." He explained as he continued to move around with the girl in the middle of the dance floor. "It's going to take the mystery out of everything." He didn't really believe that but it sounded nice and he grinned at her in an almost sinister way. Women wouldn't be dumbfounded by his strength and how hard his skin felt anymore, they would just know that he was a Gargoyle. "It doesn't change the fact that we still can't go out during the day. But we're not the only ones who are doing it. Apparently the bird freaks are going to do it too."
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