here we go again [desiree]

[Dalton Jeffrey Collier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF; width: 450px; height: 500px, bTable][STYLE=border-top: 50px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 5px solid #2D4860; height: 20px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 25px 5px 0px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=border-top: 5px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 10px solid #2D4860;height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #93989E; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: justify; width: 115px; border-left: 5px solid #2D4860; padding: 5px; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; height: 215px; ]★ words 519 ★ tag Desiree ★ comments I'm sorry, I just had to use this template! <.<[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; color: #2D4860; margin: 0px 10px -5px 5px;]i'm sexy and I know it[/style][STYLE=border-top: 20px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 20px solid #2D4860; height: 400px; width: 300px; margin: -5px 10px 20px 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #93989E; background-color: #EFEFEF; overflow: auto;]While Dalton Collier wasn’t too into the habit of bed-hopping, he did enjoy flirting shamelessly when he set his eyes on a pretty girl, and Desiree Sinclair definitely fit that description. Considering he was single at the moment, he didn’t see anything wrong with passing a few compliments her way, though it felt important to point out that he was not seriously interested in her in any way, shape, or form. Sure, she was attractive. Sure, he liked attractive girls. But he also hated the drama that always seemed to stem from the vicious battle for popularity. If anyone ever asked, he would say that the best sort of life was one that was carefree and dominated by freelancing and having fun. Did popularity really matter if a person was comfortable in his or her own skin already? If anyone ever asked him, he would say that popularity was a trivial thing that didn’t seem to have much of a purpose considering most people graduated after four short years, and very few of them wistfully looked back at their memories of days filled with angst and petty issues. To ask out Desiree was to ask for trouble and complications, and it wasn’t worth it. He wasn’t the relationship type, and she didn’t seem like a very forgiving type if things went wrong. That didn’t mean Dalton was a wimp who was afraid of taking risks though. He liked to think of himself as being perfectly logical and rational by evading a situation that had a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of blowing up in his face. And honestly, relationships came hand-in-hand with unwarranted jealousy, senseless overprotection, failed expectations, and trifling arguments here and there. The most sensible option was to stick with inconsequential flirting and maybe even the occasional invitation to hang out, though definitely not with just the two of them because that was just idiotic and would lead to awkward misunderstandings. And then again, he wasn’t even sure what Desiree thought of him, so perhaps he was over thinking things, though he couldn’t honestly say he cared about how she felt or thought. It sounded mean to say both aloud and within his own head, but he hardly knew her and therefore couldn’t be bothered to waste the very limited amount of concern he had saved up for others on her. It was generally safe to say that he was rather selfish, but he did have a heart, which his closest friends could vouch for. Putting friends and flirting out of his mind for the time being, all that mattered at the moment was that his time was being well spent at a party tonight, where he would hopefully and preferably meet pretty girls who showered him with attention. As if his mind had been read, the sound of a dying ignition and the jingle of car keys brought him back to reality. His friend sent him a look that told him that they had arrived at their designated nightclub for the night, and with wry glances exchanged, they got out of the car and part ways. [/style]

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] IT'S NOW OR NEVER [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px; opacity: 0.6;] FOR DALTON 532 WORDS [/style] her long, clean limbs seemingly sliced through the people around her - she cut evenly and effortlessly through clusters of people that seemed stuck together with the strongest of superglue, and left a trail of destruction in her wake. not a mess or even any injuries, but couples quickly went from dancing closely to bickering bitterly because of the eyes that she could feel all up and down her form - most of the male specimen. she relished the attention - it kept her alive, fed her fire, and desiree wasn't about to let that fire burn down. the young woman smirked shamelessly as a pitiful looking couple paused in their dancing to glance over at her, and turned towards where the bar was. how did she get into thirteen below, you ask? there were benefits to sleeping with bouncers occasionally - and either way, desiree sinclair probably wouldn't have had to sleep with him. she was sexy enough as it was to get in to any place she wanted. not like des was planning on getting shitfaced any time tonight - she had things to do in the morning, but she was in a rebellious mood and wanted to come out and stir up some trouble. particularly with some boys. she was more hungry than thirsty, if you catch my drift, and as she trailed through the dancing couples with india lingering close behind, desiree drew hands across moving bodies, a sea of attractive men and woman (she tended to stray towards the former), feeling back muscles, clenching abs, strained breathing, and the very sound of it brought tightness to the pit of her stomach and accelerated her breathing. this was when the freaks came out. she had began to blend in, not sticking out like a beautifully crafted goddess among peasants, but the clamor of heartbeats and slip of sticky skin and satin began to transport a more urgent need through the crowd. the dj was doing his job - des could feel the change in the dancing crowd, a certain climax, and she could practically taste the electric excitement and lust on her tongue. her cruelly beautiful eyes drank in the sight of the bartender as she cut through the small crowd outside of it and leaned against the railing, feeling a hand "accidentally" brush her ass, and turned towards the offending hand, following it up to its arm and shoulder and face. he wasn't attractive, but looked like the type who thought he could get any girl he wanted. the young man's eyes widened hungrily at the sight of her terrifying beauty, and desiree suddenly imagined herself snapping his arm in half, but restrained herself and turned to face india, who was eyeing a man from across the room hungrily. "go ahead, already," desiree purred into her best friend's ear, who looked at her mischievously and sauntered off in the general direction of the man. desiree watched her and smirked, knowing india's presence would simply murder any chance the desperate looking girls had that were crowded around the target. des leaned casually against the edge of the bar, attempting to spy out her own prey for the evening.

[Dalton Jeffrey Collier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF; width: 450px; height: 500px, bTable][STYLE=border-top: 50px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 5px solid #2D4860; height: 20px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 25px 5px 0px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=border-top: 5px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 10px solid #2D4860;height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #93989E; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: justify; width: 115px; border-left: 5px solid #2D4860; padding: 5px; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; height: 215px; ]★ words 615 ★ tag Desiree ★ comments I hope this reply was okay! c: Sorry for making you wait so long for a reply.[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; color: #2D4860; margin: 0px 10px -5px 5px;]i'm sexy and I know it[/style][STYLE=border-top: 20px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 20px solid #2D4860; height: 400px; width: 300px; margin: -5px 10px 20px 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #93989E; background-color: #EFEFEF; overflow: auto;]If one were to describe Dalton, the first word to come to mind would likely be charismatic. He was the type who attracted people like flies to honey, so it was simply a given that club goers would want to be within his presence when he arrived. If he had to be honest, then he would confess that he expected it to happen. He hadn’t worked on constructing a friendly, easygoing façade for nothing; he wanted to be the guy that everyone knew and first thought of when they were making plans to hang out with friends. It wasn’t as if he were vying for the sort of popularity that royals had. They had a precarious position on the social ladder that threatened to tip whenever they spoke to the wrong people, and he was just the type who liked to exchange friendly salutations with everyone. To hell with all the pressure that came from being a royal. He was perfectly fine with being a drifter. The first place Dalton headed upon arriving at the club was the bar. It seemed to be the easiest place to socialise, and he was proven right when individuals began to flock over to converse with him. There were familiar faces here and there, mingled among new faces that he expected to know by the end of the night. Partially to his disappointment, there weren’t any girls who especially attracted his attention, but he figured the night was still young, and it wasn’t like he would die if he skipped out on a night of flirting and getting a number or two. As if some otherworldly being heard his unvoiced complaints, the aforementioned pretty girl who had been in his mind decided to show up. There had been a steady beat going on in the club consisting of music that influenced the atmosphere, the sway of bodies on the dance floor, and the murmurs of people getting to know one another better. It was all disrupted and his ears picked up the sound of disgruntlement brewing, and when he glanced over, that was when he first saw Desiree. Somehow he expected her to be the hurricane that threw everything out of whack, and wasn’t that the way it always was? The little queen bee had a certain knack for leaving destruction in her wake, and it was undoubtedly a sight for sore eyes. Some cautionary voice in his mind suggested that maybe Dalton should think twice before messing with her, but it was already too late because he had abandoned his spot at the bar to search for Desiree. If he had gotten away with hitting on her during their encounters at school, then what was a little flirting at a club? It wasn’t as if he had anything to lose if she shot him down. Now the only problem was catching her because she was skilfully weaving through the crowd while he got stopped every few minutes by a girl wondering if he wanted any company for the night. Being rude wasn’t part of his constructed persona, so he had to take time to politely reject any offers. Growing tired of attempting to slice through the crowd, he sidestepped and travelled from the sidelines, aiming to return to his previous spot. It was the most convenient place to stay, and almost everyone would pass by at some point or another. As Dalton neared the bar, he received a pleasant surprise in the form of a lithe female scanning over the crowds with predatory eyes. Gliding over with an easy smile, he rested his hands in his pockets and greeted, “Nice to see you here, Des. Looking for me?” [/style]

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[desiree ryan sinclair]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] IT'S NOW OR NEVER [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px; opacity: 0.6;] FOR DALTON 716 WORDS [/style] she made a nasty habit of this behavior - stalking a pitiful but attractive, nonetheless, item for the night just for fun. it wasn't as if she had sex with them; in fact, it was a rarity for desiree to fuck anyone outside a certain small group of people. she made exceptions here or there but she also had a dirty knack for playing favorites. that way, she could nurture the relationship just as someone would a plant - give it everything it needed for survival, to flourish and bring her what she wanted. she didn't make a habit of purely sexual relationships - it didn't work that way for her, there was always something else to gain, but the sex was a great bonus. however, picking up something fun in a bar to play for it for a few minutes was always a blast. it kept her on her toes, and a person like desiree was easily bored with the silly things manchester had to offer. however, it looked as if she was in for a pleasant surprise tonight. dalton collier - hardly a plaything, and hardly easily accessible. he seemed to have a different attitude about the whole social ladder idea, not that she minded. it paid off with his good looks. desiree caught a glance of him approaching and kept her face turned away (always let him see you first). she turned to face the bar just as the bartender slipped past, who almost tripped over his own feet to come to a halt and ask her what he could get for her. "captain and coke, please," she remarked smoothly over the thrum of the bass that seemed to tingle the white tabletop below her fingers, flashing blue lights washing over the lithe digits and coloring the bartop. he hustled to assemble her drink just as she heard the voice of her target next to her. "nice to see you here, des. looking for me?" she turned lazily, spinning on the balls of her pumps to look at him with a surprised but still predatory smile. "dalton." her fingers thrummed on the tabletop. she took a step closer to him (obviously because the music was too loud to hear otherwise - duh) and tilted her head ever so slightly. "don't get cocky, now. it's great to see you, but also a surprise," she murmured just loud enough for him to hear, leaning back as she felt a shocking cold sensation on her fingers. the bartender had slid her drink over with a smile, and desiree flashed the sharp ivory teeth back at him, turning her hungry gaze back to dalton, her finger trailing over the rim of the glass containing her drink. "so. you here to dance the night away? find the perfect girl to forget about everything else? get white boy wasted?" her tone was light, playful, and though it was still called over the music, her hips rolled ever so slightly and kept her close enough to him, only a few inches at most. what she had said was true - it was a pleasant surprise to see him here, and his presence was not one that she would be attempting to lose anytime soon. dalton collier was interesting to her. he was very happily a drifter, which was one of the few neutral cliques that desiree made exceptions out of. in fact, desiree had to conclude that if she wasn't ruling the school, she would have preferred to be a drifter. it's where she had started out her high school years - easily befriending everyone, easing their trust and practically spewing lies into each and every one of them in return. eventually, it was the lying that got her to the top. as long as someone believed everything you wanted to tell them, there was nothing they could dislike about you. she had always been good at feeling out people and deciding what they liked - going out on a whim to test what made them smile and what made them tick. eventually, she had it down to a science, and desiree was actually quite surprised by how few personalities there were. there were only a few, in all reality. people weren't as different as they liked to let on.

[Dalton Jeffrey Collier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EFEFEF; width: 450px; height: 500px, bTable][STYLE=border-top: 50px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 5px solid #2D4860; height: 20px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 25px 5px 0px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=border-top: 5px solid #2D4860; border-left: 10px solid #2D4860; border-right: 10px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 10px solid #2D4860;height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i589.photobucket.com/albums/ss334/Midori-chii/CROSS-3.jpg); margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; float: left;] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #93989E; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: justify; width: 115px; border-left: 5px solid #2D4860; padding: 5px; float: left; margin: 0px 5px 20px 10px; height: 215px; ]★ words 803 ★ tag Desiree ★ comments I hope this post wasn't too lame! <3[/style]

[STYLE=font-family: arial black; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: right; color: #2D4860; margin: 0px 10px -5px 5px;]i'm sexy and I know it[/style][STYLE=border-top: 20px solid #2D4860; border-bottom: 20px solid #2D4860; height: 400px; width: 300px; margin: -5px 10px 20px 5px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #93989E; background-color: #EFEFEF; overflow: auto;]If he thought hard about it, Dalton would reluctantly admit that he likely had what it took to climb to social ladder and make it to royalty. It sounded a bit like he was trying to stroke his own ego, but if generalisations were anything to go by, then it was true. Movies and books were always telling tales about how teenagers made it to the top of the high school hierarchy through deceit and betrayal. They craftily befriended certain people in order to take a step forward, and they rarely spared a glance backwards when they swiftly cast aside unneeded peers that had served their purposes. Once they secured a spot among the royals, they probably felt accomplished, but it was a feeling that he would never familiarise himself with. Though he certainly had the acting abilities one needed, he lacked the ambition that would drive him to the desired ends and means. Dalton never vied for anything more than attention and companionship, which was evident in the compliments that slipped past his lips every time he spoke. People liked guys who knew all the right things to say, and it was their greed for more flattery that kept them rooted in his social circle. They drank in all the sugar sweet words that gave their already over-sized egos a welcome boost and then came crawling back for more. Sometimes he liked to think that his company was as addicting as a drug. It was funny how a few carefully chosen words could get him invitations to the best parties and flirting rights with some of the cutest girls in school. Evidence he had gathered over the years from subtly made observations led to the conclusion that most people were boringly predictable. They were about as spontaneous and exciting as clockwork, which nearly felt ironic when the current trend was to emphasise the importance of originality and differences. Nevertheless, he wouldn't complain. The lack of individuality was a good thing. It made manipulation much easier when there was a common and widespread pattern shared by a number of his peers. Fortunately Desiree proved to be a bit more of a challenge. Dalton never spent enough time around her to know how her mind functioned, so he welcomed the current opportunity to get to know her a little better. Their past interactions always consisted of flirting from his end, but he never stuck around her for too long. If there was one thing he did know, it was that the dark-haired beauty in front of him excelled in wrecking anything and anyone who crossed her. Rumours easily blossomed in school where gossip-starved blabbermouths watched everything with hungry eyes. One misstep could easily generate news that could put him on the end of unwanted attention. Despite how careless he seemed, he put thought and effort into his actions so everything turned out the way he planned, and being thrown among the ranks of rejects for scorning the queen bee definitely wasn't on his checklist. However in the club setting, there was an unspoken agreement in the air that everyone was around to let loose and have fun. Whatever happened would take place and be forgotten the next day. The predatory gaze he received had him thinking that he and Desiree were on the same page. She said his name with a smile, mentioning something along the lines of being happy to see him, and he rather liked the way the two syllables of his name rolled off her tongue. Grinning, he commented, "Well, you can't exactly blame a guy for hoping you'd look for him. I didn't think I would run into you tonight." As she stepped closer, he was briefly aware of the body heat that drifted in the inches of space between them. Rather than moving forward to close the gap between them, he stayed rooted to his spot and rested one of his arms against the tabletop. Rushing would make him seem desperate, and he was anything but that. In a nonchalant tone, he replied, "I'm just looking for a good time. Maybe meet a few new people. The club felt like the perfect place for both. How about you?" If Dalton had been new to the club scene, he might have been more frantic now that he now had the queen bee's attention on him. To guys who were foreign to the whole party scene, it was a memorable when any pretty girl approached him and chatted it up. Luckily he had been around long enough to know that the key to avoid looking like an awkward, blathering idiot was to talk a deep breath and act normal. He had experience and a naturally sociable nature to thank for the fact that talking to Desiree was a feasible task. [/style]

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