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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 23:32:35 GMT -5
"No one in this world does anything out of complete altruism," *he said, sounding cynical. That was really how he felt.* "All those people who donate to charity, it's for the tax break or because giving alms to the poor helps them feel better about their crappy lives. It's all for them."
*Chuck refilled his glass and moved closer.*
"I want something..." *he took a second to look at her up and down. A deep sigh.* "Up front?"
*His last two words were quite emphatic and you'd have to either be an idiot or frigid to have not gotten it.*
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Post by Adrienne on Dec 31, 2008 23:36:38 GMT -5
*Oh, she got it. She'd sealed herself off from male attention a long while ago, however, and merely raised an eyebrow. If he did it, she was going to dodge. As far as his position on altruism--she thought he was wrong.*
*Her father. Sure, he was an utter fool, but he fought those revolutions because the people, the cause, were oppressed and he felt it his job to free them. He'd gotten himself shot nine times in the chest for an ideal and the people and spirit of France--if that wasn't altruism she didn't know what was.*
*Damn traitorous cheeks, though. For all her cool facade, her cheeks flushed pink again. Most men would have left of trying to seduce her long ago, and she wasn't used to it going this far.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Dec 31, 2008 23:42:06 GMT -5
*With the hand that held the glass, Chuck reached out and brushed her pink cheeks with his fingers.*
"For the sake of science?" *he said quietly.*
*He moved in low and headed straight for her lips.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:06:59 GMT -5
*She dodged, pulling back and somewhat to the left.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:08:27 GMT -5
*Chuck quickly followed and managed to steal a kiss.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:09:29 GMT -5
*The distressed noise that followed sounded somewhat like 'mmmf!' She placed hands on his shoulders and pushed him away. Hard.*
*And then she slapped him, eyes narrowing.*
"Excuse you, sir."
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:20:43 GMT -5
*Chuck grinned and savored the sting. It was clear that he enjoyed that haughty display.*
"If you wanted to play it rough, all you had to do was ask," *he slurred, was a sly grin. The slur was there before it's just that after that slap, things where getting hazier and hazier and his slur was getting worse and worse.*
*He went in for another one. This time, he didn't just lean in. He lunged, almost throwing himself at her completely.*
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:23:11 GMT -5
*She rolled her eyes and stood, taking a step back.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:27:37 GMT -5
*Chuck smirked and leaned back into his chair.*
"What? You're acting like you've never done this before."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:28:39 GMT -5
*She sent him a pointed look.*
Because I haven't, bête.
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:32:59 GMT -5
*A moment passed. Then another one. Damn this girl was getting more interesting by the second.*
"Wh--? You can't be serious," *he said incredulously.* "You look like that and you still haven't had your cherry popped?"
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:35:48 GMT -5
"I don't know what morals mean in your century, but clearly the rules here are different."
*She actually hadn't heard that particular euphemism before, but she could figure it out.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:40:25 GMT -5
*He scoffed before taking a drink.*
"Not according to the three last night," *he muttered to himself.*
"Well anyway, I'd be happy to show you the ropes. My limo's outside."
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Post by Adrienne on Jan 1, 2009 0:41:46 GMT -5
"Non, merci. I believe I've had quite enough for one evening, and should like to return home." *Whether she was referring to alcohol or being come on to, it wasn't clear, nor was it meant to be.*
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Post by Chuck Bass on Jan 1, 2009 0:50:34 GMT -5
*He scowled.*
"Well you can find a lift home on your own. Show 'em your garters. I'm sure you'd get a free ride," *he said with a snort.*
*With a distasteful glance and bottle in hand, Chuck got up to leave. But as soon as he stood up the whole room spun out of control. He quickly steadied himself with a hand to the table but when he tried again to walk, he tripped over his own feet and fell. All the customers, of course, couldn't help but stare at his inebriated show.*
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