let's just have fun tonight ! (tristan)

[cassandra n. dostoevsky]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Cassandra wasn`t exactly what most people would call a `party person` because due to how she had been raised she had tended to go to more events that were at a salon or those that were for benefit. It was a different place where she grew up, surrounded by people who gloats themselves to be the most elite side of New York and those who did cultural things instead of merely getting drunk and sleeping around. It was all about maintaining a status rather than having fun in whatever way you saw fit. It had been all due to her father, although the girl figured her mother wouldn`t have been much interested on parties either, but at least her mother would have allowed her to make the decision of going or staying; something she sadly didn`t had when it came to being with her father. Sure it had its benefits, she had a great health, she learned many new things, she had somehow managed to understand how to behave herself and not end up having a bad reputation but even so she also had grown to not be very into going out to a bar and drink like any normal college student which once more, brings us to the actual point. She was at a bar, which was rare, but at the very least she was here with someone who knew she wasn`t big on drinking although he had changed since she had seen him last at New York, yet she had also quickly learned to adapt to this new personality of his. Cassandra now found him to be more than amusing, and she found that her rare night outs with him were fun. Not that anything more than a few meaningless flirty lines were going to be exchanged, she did it for the fun of it, although she figured that if he could he would jump in bed with her in a blink. The music here was loud, making her bob her head to the music in a very slight way. This was also something different for her. When she had first arrived to this city she had to buy tons of CD`s and figure out what modern music she actually liked, because listening to classical music all day, every day was just not the best thing when you try to strike up a conversation with someone who isn`t 40 years old. It had been odd to adapt, but she found that on some songs she could almost sense the traces of the classical music. A smile came to her lips while her eyes moved to take a turn around the room. There were people everywhere; some were on the dance floor, moving around in their own particular way of dancing. Others were down at the bar, ordering more intoxicating beverages, some were just shots, beers, cocktails, whatever you wanted, they had. It amazed her how many people actually tended to get addicted to that when she found that most didn`t even tasted good. Cassandra was awkward like that; she had her water bottle in hand, and in the time she had been here she had rejected 2 drinks that’s someone sent her way. One, because she didn`t drink, 2 because she was not the type to accept things from strangers. Besides, she was here with someone, not a date of course but she wasn`t planning on picking up a guy. Or be picked up by one. "Tristan" Cassandra called for the guy she had come here with; hands still playing with her bottle as she glanced back at him. In all honesty she had no clue why she had agreed to come here, but at least she was with someone she actually liked and felt comfortable with. Although she had seen several girls casting looks his way, as if pondering on whether or not to come and flirt with the boy that was here with her. "You are attracting the a crowd, and I think they might come and send me away one way or another if I get in their way" she said with a chuckle; having stepped on her tiptoes to be able to reach his ear, the music was way too loud for her to just say the word and have him hear her. That was an actually down side of this place; she hated having to almost be on top of people or them to hear her words, either that or you ended up shouting all night and if she did that it would end with her throat hurting. A small chuckle left her lips when she was done with the words, causing her to pull back a little, but not much in case he had something to say to her words. "They are across from us, three girls who have been glaring at me for a while" she added with another chuckle, not understanding how someone could just glare at a complete stranger simply because that someone was with someone they found attractive. It made her think they were being rather stupid and dumb, but she was not going to say anything about it, as long as she was not like that, and as long as she knew that was never going to be her she was fine with just watching them and think they were just plain funny. outfit just picture the shirt a bit less revealing lol.

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[Tristan Michael Dalton]

It wasn't every day that Tristan would go out with a girl to a bar without the promise of something afterwards, it didn't even have to be sex... Just something! Anyway, Cassandra [he wasn't about to call her Cassie when that was his sister's name, and wanting sex from Cassie was too wrong for him to even think] was probably the only girl that wouldn't give him the time of day as more than friends, and that only made the chase a bit more interesting; he probably wouldn't have been as into it if she wasn't as hot as she was though. Her dancer body gave her this gorgeous, curvy body that girls died for and her face was quite pretty too! She wasn't a dumb blonde either, something that kept Tristan on his toes every time he hung out with her.

Sure, he hadn't given up... Flirty banter was never missed in their conversations, and Tristan did as much as he could to get her into bed with him; things that would have made other girls run to open up their legs to him only had her laughing and as much as Tristan would have loved to get her to do the same, he appreciated her a lot more as a friend than just someone to get off with. They both hailed from the streets of New York, even though their hanging out places had been quite different, Tristan had met her a few times there... It wasn't until they met again in Maryland though, that they actually became friends. She wasn't what he usually looked for in a friend; she wasn't a trouble maker, she didn't really drink, she didn't like parties... Maybe that was why he liked hanging out with her, it was relaxing; having someone to sit down and talk with, laugh about things that weren't as stupid as imagining teachers in thongs or any other stupid thing his friends had come up with.

Entering the club was more like entering a dark, hot, musty and smelly room with a lot of packed bodies either swaying to the music or just lounging around with alcohol filled glasses in their hands. The room smelled that unpleasant way it always did when a lot of humans were packed in a room with little ventilation, as if a pack of dirty and wet mules had been pushed into a warm room to dry. Frowning a bit at his... what was it? Simile? He thought it was... Dang... It was time to start paying a bit more attention in English class. Anyway, frowning a bit at his uncouth simile, he tried not to wrinkle his nose in a way that made it completely obvious that he thought the smell was disgusting. He knew he was contributing to it now anyway, as soon as he had stepped through the door, he'd become one of those donkeys... You'd think he'd be used to the smell now anyways, it wasn't as if he never stepped into these types of situations anyways, it was more uncommon that he didn't actually. He was brought out of his reverie about smells and what he did every day by the girl he had come to the bar with.

"Tristan. You are attracting the a crowd, and I think they might come and send me away one way or another if I get in their way. They are across from us, three girls who have been glaring at me for a while." He smirked and turned to look at the girls she'd pointed out before, winking at them before turning back to his "friendly date". "Well, they're not as hot or cute as you but at least they like me." He couldn't wipe the wolfish grin off his face as he turned back to the girls and raised his beer to them and took a drink from it, never taking his eyes off them. "If you let me kiss you, I promise none of them will pull out your hair." He turned to smile at her for a few seconds before looking back at the girls, now that he'd seen them, he couldn't stop looking at them... They were pretty hot. "If not, I bet I can make the one in the middle come to us in half an hour."

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Notes: i hope you like it mel c:
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[cassandra n. dostoevsky]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. It was due to the smells and the cramped up atmosphere that always seemed to cling to this type of places that caused her to want to leave on the spot but she was actually thinking that it would be actually interesting to see the party people in their natural habitat. A chuckle was heard inside her head when she was thinking about all this, it was always weird to her how she could not think the same thing about this place like the rest of the people; most of them came here to enjoy the sweat and the alcohol and the disgustingly clingy feeling that came with it. Oh God, she just wanted to push the entire idea away from her face so she wouldn't have to think about it. The only thing making her feel better about being inside this place was the fact that she had a really nice company and that at least she wasn't touching anyone. It was packed, yes, but she still had some distance between herself and the person standing behind her. A small smile came to her lips when she thought about how people were clinging to each other, hoping to hook up for the day. She on the other hand was here to have a nice night with her friend; maybe she knew that in Tristan mind he would want more than just them hanging out without anything physical happening between them but he most have learned by now that she was his friend, not his friend with benefits. He most have plenty of those, or plenty of one night stands because he was already attracting a crowd and if he wanted too he could leave with any of the three girls if he wanted too in less than an hour. She always found it very funny, very interesting how they reacted that way, how they just did everything in their power to catch the attention of the male. Cassandra wasn't blind, she had to admit that Tristan was hot and he had that alluring feeling to him; however, she also knew that if it wasn't because of his party, and sleeping around mood, he would be a great person to date. That was never going to happen between them though, because he was that way, and he wasn't going to change for anyone, specially not her, because they were just good friends and she would not want to think of them being anything other than good friends. The girl took one more glance over at the girls; she almost burst out laughing when one of them, the one on the far left gave her a deadly glare, locking her eyes straight with hers. Oh man, that had to be a very fun thing to watch because the girl was probably already drunk and so it looked more weird and unfocused than cold and deadly. It took everything in her power not to laugh, because that could only cause the drunk girl to come and want to even start a fight, a fight she was by no means wanting to uphold. Drunk people were fun, way too fun for her to resist them. How could someone drink so much, how could someone want to be in such state to make a fool of themselves? It would never seize to amaze her, although who was she to blame them or judge? She would never ask anyone not to drink; unless they were an alcoholic with no way of ever getting back on their feet on their own. At least you have never done something like that... she thought while she turned back around to ignore the girls that were hanging over there with their fruity drinks. Part of Cassandra felt that their drinks most have some Vodka; that was what most people seem to like because it got them going soon, it had so much alcohol that it gave you a quick ride to drunk land. Cass could easily recall the time when she had been close to getting drunk; it had been a year before graduating from High School; she had been wishing to forget it all; because a lot of memories had come crashing down on her and people always said the best way to forget is to get drunk. Well; she had regret it it half way through which lead her with a a horrible headache and an guilt trip. Ever since that day she watched what she had in her hand, she made sure not to end up drinking more than she should; and she also did it on very rare occasions. But tonight was not about thinking back, it wasn't about judging those girls, it was about to have fun and relax, so that was what she was going to be doing tonight. Just then did Tristan decided to answer, after obviously checking out the three girls. Cassandra avoided a roll of her eyes at the action, she should have realized he would check them out first. A smile crossed her lips, quickly followed by a shake of her head. "Well, we obviously knew that" a quick answer, nothing more than that really. Cass loved to see Tristan in action; it was rather entertaining; like seeing a hunter with his prey; as much a she hated that reference. A slight hit in his arm was what she got for the other two comments "Are you saying you won't defend me unless I kiss you?" she asked with a chuckle; but a moment later a smirk came to her lips. She set her bottle with water on the next to her, then she turned to look at the three girls. She smirked at them before turning to look at Tristan; shifting to stand in front of him. With easy she stood on her tip toes, giving her a bit more height since her heels made the work for her already. In one quick movement her arms were around his neck, her body close to his as her head came to be as close as possible without touching each other. "I don't need to kiss you, to show those girls they shouldn't come near me" she said to him, locking her eyes with his, a smirk on her lips the entire time; she tilted her head a little to the side "Besides, you enjoy my company more than being with a couple of brats" she winked before pulling back, keeping her arms now loosely around his neck, with her wrists resting on either side of his neck. "Also, that probably looked as if I had just kissed you so...I am guessing they aren't so keen to come and beat me....or maybe I fueled their hate towards me, let's take a look" she smiled now, instead of smirking, the girls looking at her with hate, but they seem to have gotten the message. outfit just picture the shirt a bit less revealing lol.

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[Tristan Michael Dalton]

If you asked Tristan what the best part of relationships was, his answer would be: "Not having any, relationships are for suckers who want to get married soon." You'd have to modify your question to something more along the lines of: "What is your favorite thing about sexual relationships?" or something like that and even though you'd get an incredulous look from his part and he'd probably end up thinking you're a pretty weird person for asking that; you'd probably also get a shock from his answer... Because, ladies and gentlemen, contrary to common belief Tristan's favorite part of sexual relationships is not the sex itself (although it does come in a close second), it's "flirting". Not that he'd ever confess it to his friends. There was just something about flirting that thrilled him to no end. Flirting was fun, misterious, sexy... And Tristan loved it, that was probably why he did it so much. And probably why he didn't want to be tied down, what was the point of flirting with the same girl over and over? Well, even though he did that with Cassandra and a few other girls, they were his flirt buddies... They flirted, something Tristan knew a lot of couples didn't do after a while and it was why it was different than just "going out" with them. He just expected a few laughs and they expected the same. No pressure.

Usually, though, flirting would not make Tristan's heart pound or his palms sweat. It was always the same, a few flirty lines, a few obvious body movements... All of them were things he expected but still appreciated, however when something unexpected happened it was as if the whole game had restarted and the excitement flowed through his body once more. When Cassandra stepped in front of him and got close, it was completely unexpected for Tristan... Had he been more prepared he'd probably have taken advantage and stolen a smooch right then and there even it she didn't want it. "I don't need to kiss you, to show those girls they shouldn't come near me. Besides, you enjoy my company more than being with a couple of brats" She winked and stepped back, leaving Tristan with a laugh stuck halfway up his throat. "Also, that probably looked as if I had just kissed you so...I am guessing they aren't so keen to come and beat me....or maybe I fueled their hate towards me, let's take a look." The girls seemed quite put off with the fact that Tristan was here with what probably looked like his 'girlfriend' and he frowned as he realized that none of those girls would probably come up to him anymore, nor would any other girl that had seen that... If they had morals.

"No fair Cassandra, you just cut off the game!" He glared at her as he sat down on one of the stools and waved at the bartender to come closer. "I should have at least gotten a decent kiss! Now, no decent girl will approach me all night and I'll leave the bar empty handed! Was that your plan all along? Jeez, jealous much?" Annoyed, Tristan asked for a beer and gulped it down almost instantly. He turned back to the girl and sighed, knowing that what had been done had been done and there was no way he could change that. "Sit down, have a beer... Or a coke or whatever it is you healthy sober girls drink." He waved absently at the empty stool next to him before leaning back on the bar and looking out towards the dance floor. The sweaty bodies on it enticed him, they called out to him like a siren's call. He suddenly wanted to be one of them, one of the guys all the girls were rubbing up against. "Hey ballerina, I'm not drunk enough yet but we should head out to the dance floor later." He smiled at her enthusiastically, knowing she wouldn't be able to say no. She loved dancing right?

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Notes: i hope you like it mel c:
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[cassandra n. dostoevsky]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. Ask Cassandra if she cared about flirting and she would say she wouldn't mind as long as it comes natural; there was just something rewarding about the action when it was done properly. Take Tristan for example; they could flirt all day long and even if it was not going to lead anywhere it was still fun to do so. It was the act itself that she liked, not the where it could lead too. Granted she wasn't a big flirt; no, that type of actions were meant to be for people who she felt comfortable with, those who she found interesting enough and mature enough to know she was by no means looking for anything more than a good time of talking. Her eyes remained on the group of girls who had been looking their way, actually rather pleased to see that the look on their faces had shifted. No way they were coming closer, and that was what they get for looking at her with deadly glares. Had they been nice then she would have simply made it clear he was a friend and nothing else, but oh no, they had to look at her the wrong way. Part of her had been a little surprised that Tristan had not reacted to what she did, but it had probably been good because the guy was capable of just stealing a kiss right there, thank God she was quick. Now, if he had kissed her, then he might would have lost his chances with most girls; because some were very capable of give it a try even if they thought he had a girlfriend. Cass could admit it; the guy was hot enough to cause such effect on girls, and even on guys. Something she likes to remind him from time to time By the time Cassandra turned to look back at Tristan she found him glaring at her, his words only causing her to raise an eyebrow as to why he was being such a drama queen on the matter. The sudden shift in the mood made her roll her eyes as he whined about loosing his chances with the girls that saw what happened. More girls were going to make their way into the bar and then he would have a whole new set of girls to pick from. It annoyed her that he got annoyed, because it seemed rather silly in her eyes. With yet another roil of her eyes she took a seat next to him " Don't give me that attitude you little drama queen" Cassandra started, shaking her head as she looked at her with a smile "You'll get a girl by the end of the night if you want too" she added, turning the smile into a smirk. Cassandra tilted her head a bit "If you play your cards right" she finished, biting her lower lip; despite her being annoyed by his sudden change in mood she wanted to go back to a playful one. With that said she heard him talk about dancing later on. "Of course, but first we need to get you drunk" she said with a nod and then bit down her lower lip; she always found it funny how she got to see most of her friends drunk, while she was able to stay sober. Cassandra never fell into peer pressure, but that could also be because she disliked the taste of most drinks. Even so, she just didn't liked getting drunk; she found it useless because she could have a perfectly good time while being sober. Cass could tell he hadn't bounced back just yet, and that was a very sad thing for her to watch. "Alright, you want a decent kiss right?" she asked, standing up and moving to stand beside him. "You better lighten up after this" she said with a smile and then she quickly moved to press her lips against his skin, however, what she kissed was his cheek; her lips dangerously and perfectly calculated to be almost gracing the corner of his lips. Then she moved back just an inch, to be able to speak "That is a decent kiss in my book" she added with a smirk; alright, so maybe she had decided to play around with the words a little but that was just way too fun not to do it. Cassandra waited there, not pulling back just yet because had literally just finished talking. She wondered if this was going to make him lighten up or if it was going to get him even more frustrated because in his mind a decent kiss was not even close to what she had just done. But hey, he knew what he was signing up for when he decided to take her to this bad; plus, she had agreed to dance with him, what else did he wanted out of her? Sure if he stayed annoyed she might stand up and go get him a girl and then she would leave, she was not going to stay here if he was going to act in a bitter way; so she hoped he was just having a little fall. outfit just picture the shirt a bit less revealing lol.

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[Tristan Michael Dalton]

It wasn't anything Tristan would admit to but he knew he wasn't perfect. He knew that he sucked at listening, and that he wasn't the best student, that when it came to his sister he was horribly overprotective and that he was a bit of a manwhore. He knew he had faults, much like any other person in the world but he also knew there were things he was good at. Like making friends, or playing video games, taking care of books or people and being a good brother. He knew that to feel good about himself, all he had to do was concentrate on the things he was good at and pretend that was all that mattered in the world. Who cared what 29384*10293/20349 was when you could write a good, maybe not perfect but he could always practice right, simile? Why wonder about the acceleration an athlete can achieve when you could remember every single book in the book store you worked at? Sure, Tristan's accomplishments didn't seem like much, but they were what kept him from going insane on those long nights when he would stare at his ceiling, sleep evading him as the last images he had of his father popped up behind his eyelids every time he closed them.

He thanked the skies that he hadn't had one of those nights lately, probably because he was tiring himself out to the point that he passed out on his bed as soon as his face touched it; and he was so grateful for it. Thanks to these sleepless nights, he was getting some much needed, sleepless rest. No more dreaming about the towers falling and crushing his dad, an image he hadn't seen but could easily imagine. No more dreaming about how the tiny shards of glass pierced his sister's eyes, leaving her without her sight for the next years of his life. No more dreaming about his mom cheating on his dad, or dreaming about leaving the place where he'd found happiness after his dad's death behind with bittersweet memories. No siree. Downing the rest of his beer and quickly asking for something a bit stronger, he tried to concentrate on the girl he had come with, the girl he considered a friend. He was surprised when she kissed the corner of his mouth with a mischievious sparkle in her eyes, he pouted as he realized that was about as much action as he was going to get that night.

"You, m'dear lady, suck." He grinned at her and pulled her in closer suddenly, he quickly kissed her lips chastely, barely feeling the skin brush against his. He pushed her away quickly after it, winking at her cheekily. He had done it to annoy her more than anything, not really taking the time to savour the kiss as he otherwise would have done. His crooked grin showed that he knew he had done something wrong, that he had done it on purpose, but he couldn't bring himself to be sorry about it. He threw his next drink down his throat quickly, trying to ignore the uncomfortable burn that made its way down his throat and keeping the spazzing coughs inside his body. He turned back to look at her. "So, you're probably pissed at me and I'm not drunk yet but I think we should dance now." He winked and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the multitude of crowded bodies and placing his hands on her hips. He chuckled heartily at her affronted expression when he pulled her closer. "Come on Cassandra, do try to let loose and have a little fun once in a while. That's what you came here for right? And you brought this all onto yourself sweetheart, don't even try pinning this on me. You're angry at yourself for finding me so irresistible."

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[cassandra n. dostoevsky]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. If there was something Cassandra disliked is the fact that people could get upset over the most insignificant things. Like Tristan right here; she had not just ruined his chances with the girls in this club, the guy was handsome, like, extremely handsome and he could probably pick any girl in the room and they would go for him. Unless, unless they were like herself; then he was just in for a night of heading home alone. Well, in fact, he could come to her house or she could go to his, but there would be no physical activities going on, other than sleeping that is. In fact, she wondered if he was going to end up too drunk to drive, in that case she would have to either drive him home or actually have him crash at her house. That was not something she wanted to think about and Cass would like to think that he will be able to just stay in a nice state to be able to drive or at least make it home. Oh but she was getting off track, she had been thinking about how Tristan could get any girl he wanted with just snapping his fingers. A small sigh escaped her lips, barely actually, but she didn't mind that much. And she was the uptight here; he was the one who suddenly dropped his happy mood for such an stupid thing as her pushing away a few girls from him. Tristan should just admit that what she did had been absolutely funny. In her eyes it was at the very least. Oh well, it was his loss if he could not see that, he lacked a nice sense of humor when ladies were involved in the matter. Cassandra smiled softly , her eyes fixed on him as she was waiting for some sort of respond from him to her little kiss. It had been a funny thing in her eyes, then again it seemed like his sense of humor tends to be quite different than hers. That was usually why she liked to tease him, however when the girl heard the words come out of his mouth she frowned, she did not suck, absolutely not. However there was little time for her to actually respond to that because a second later she felt herself being pulled close to him; the frown quickly left her face and it turned into a look of confusion. More like asking him what he was doing but the answer came a second later. Cassandra felt his lips against hers, it was such a quick sensation that she didn't even had time to respond to it. Not that she would have kissed him back, by reacting she meant push him away and glare, although the glaring started a little now. How dare he? God, well, she had sort of set herself to it, because she had moved way too close to him. She took a deep breath before she stepped back even more after he pushed her again; he even dares to push her away?! Cassandra moved to take a sip from her drink, rolling her eyes. Now she was the one who didn't seem to have a sense of humor. The girl glanced at him, seeing his grin, that devilish grin that made pretty much every girl fall for him. To her it just represented that he was enjoying his little revenge, because she knew it had been just that. "I hope it burns your throat" Cassandra though while he downed his drink. "You think?" she murmured after he had spoken but she frowned when the he suddenly took her hand and began to pull her away to he crowd. "Tristan..." she started saying but soon enough, before she could even start a fight to stop this he was already pulling her close to him and she felt his body against his. A scowl left her lips when he began to speak once more; shaking her head a little. "I do not...dork" she said while she shook her head and looked away. She saw another pair of girls looking his way, oh that one was definitely Tristan type. She glanced at Tristan and smirked; he wanted her to loosen up right? She will loosen up then. "Fine then, I'll loosen up" she said while she moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and moved her face close to him, pressing her body against his "But you shouldn't complain if it ruins your chances with every girl in here" Cass added, she let her lips be as close to his as possible. "And please Tristan, you are the one who thinks I am irresistible" a smirk quickly marques her lips. "Always had, always will" she added glancing down at his lips. She debated on it, should she just go ahead and kiss him? It would certainly be enjoyable for him, not to brag but she was a pretty good kisser. The girl wondered if this would be enough to get revenge, leaving him wanting more actually. Oh what the hell, it wasn't like they will be having sex. She pressed her lips to his, moving her lips against his, letting her hand tangle in his hair, her eyes opened though, looking over at the girl who had been just his type, his perfect type actually. Cassandra raised an eyebrow as if saying "That's right bitch, walk away" man this was fun, and yes, Tristan was not a bad kisser; she had given him time to respond after all. The girl closed her eyes again, letting the kiss continue for a few seconds, but she really felt she shouldn't let him get to carried away so she slowly pulled back. Did she actually just do that? Her eyes looked his way "Loose enough for you?" she asked with a smirk and then she moved to back away entirely from him. This didn't changed anything between them, she wasn't crazy for him, not at all; this really was all in good fun. With that she went back to acting as if nothing had happened. But she figured she was going to get a response. outfit just picture the shirt a bit less revealing lol.

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