adella -- holding half an acre

[bennett]

Bennett had always prided himself in getting girls. It was one thing that he had always done without fail, and figured that it was the only thing that he was really gifted at. Earlier tonight, he was afraid that his record would have broken. Poor Bennett had almost picked the wrong girl to go home with him and have a party in his pants. Er, house. Either way, he felt that tonight he was going to get some. Adella had proved to be a challenge, which had been somewhat exhilarating for him. It was almost like hunting down buffalo, or trying to catch a turkey. To him, getting some was a sport and he felt that he would definitely play in the All-Star game.

It hadn't taken him long to transport Adella to his house, he lived rather close to where they had met. However, during the car ride he tried his best to be as nice as possible. He didn't need to be at his cockiest anymore- the hardest part was done. She was like putty in his hands, and he couldn't keep mentally congratulating himself. He must have looked like a mental patient, driving the car with a huge smile on his face. They reached his house, and he quickly ushered her in and went to go snoop for alcoholic beverages.

Bennett didn't have many visitors- well, actual visitors that is. He would always have girls stumbling through the apartment, but they were all too drunk to really appreciate the decorative genius that was his apartment. His mother had come down and made sure that her son had the hippest, most expensive looking place in Capeside. Of course, it wasn't always in its best shape. Bennett was just a young and stupid twenty two year old, after all. He began to rummage through the liquor cabinet, seeing that he really should have gone to the store the other day. He really only had some hard liquor and the red wine his mother had given him about a year ago. He shrugged and pulled the wine- alcohol was alcohol.

He mosied on over the kitchen and grabbed some wine glasses before meeting Adella in the front room. He poured her a glass and sat down on the couch. Whether she noticed it or not, he made sure to get a quick glance up and down at what he was working with. She looked even better under florescent lights, and Bennett couldn't help but wonder if there was somewhere that she would even look bad. There he was again, complimenting his catch. He really needed to straighten up, and just get this thing going. "So...what kind of music do you like?", he asked with a raised brow.

[adella]

Adella found herself inside the handsome but cocky man’s car, and she couldn’t help but call herself crazy. Of course, there was no way in Hell she was actually going to sleep with him. After all, it was obvious that he was just out for sex and nothing more. That had been his first impression, and she could see now that his little nice boy act was just so he wouldn’t scare her off like he almost had a few minutes ago. Barely stopping herself from groaning a long, continuing groan, she pretended to seem content enough sitting beside the broadly smiling young man. Why was he even doing this? Adella didn’t think herself too beautiful, though she wouldn’t deny that she was thin. Just because she was thin didn’t mean that she was anything that this handsome, cocky guy should want to drag into his bed. Most of the time, if I guy was flirting with her she’d unintentionally turn him off. She was beginning to think that the guys that approached her pinned her as a virgin.

Once they reached his waterfront complex, she understood everything. Clearly, he came from money, because it was obvious that he didn’t do much for a job to pay for a house so luxurious. That means he was used to getting everything he wanted. That includes ever girl he’s ever wanted. Even though she wondered if this cocky little bastard was any good, she knew as he was basically shoving her into his house that she was going to have to find a sneaky away around sleeping with him. He seemed like the type to get obsessed with things quickly, maybe even addicted. Normal guys don’t walk around the streets girl hunting… do they? She hoped to God that they didn’t. Or else what in the world has happened to people? Things seemed so much more… romantic and intimate in the old movies. She suddenly wished on her lucky star to have lived in 1940, rather than lousy present day.

After he’d shoved her inside, she found her way to the biggest room in direction in front of the giant windows facing the ocean. It was beautiful, and she suddenly grew envious of his family’s money. He was off wine hunting a few hallways down as she found herself standing right in the center of the big window, staring out over the horizon as she waited. Even though it appeared that she was studying the wave patterns or the few couples walking by holding hands, her mind was really working on a way to get out of here without having to get into the rich boy’s pants. This kid needed to be taught a lesson. Not everyone gets what they want all the time. It wasn’t really playing hard to get, not really. When you play hard to get it means you really want it so you want them to beg for it. Adella didn’t like begging. She just wanted to see his reaction to being told the word “no.” It was more of an experiment than anything else.

Bennett returned with the wine, which looked fine enough. She was expected some sort of fancy-schmancy wine, but this worked too. As he sat down, she didn’t face him immediately. She could feel his eyes tracing down her small framed body, and she tried not to fidget at he did. Being looked over was never something she enjoyed being a part of, unless the guy doing the looking was someone she actually intended on pursuing. She turned after a moment of his staring, and found a smug smirk on his face. At least he wasn’t disappointed by her itty-bitty, sort of boney figure. She sat down a little ways from him on the couch and sipped the wine. She wasn’t really a fan of wine… or alcohol, really. She managed to take a few sips before answering his question. She felt even more awkward than ever, “Um... anything in English.”