drop everything now [OPEN]

[odette]

Odette didn’t necessarily like parties. She didn’t like the loud music, she didn’t like the heat, and she certainly didn’t like it when she had drunk boys hit on her. She loved having men hit on her though, as long as they were rich or ridiculously attractive. It usually helped when it was both. Sure, she probably shouldn’t have been so quick to run off to parties and bars to flirt with strange men, but there she was, sipping on a glass of wine and scanning the bar with hungry eyes.

Her boyfriend probably wouldn’t approve. Ettie didn’t care. Sure, he was cute and all, but she hadn’t even wanted to go out with him in the first place. She just said yes because she discovered he was quite rich. He was mildly attractive, but she had seen far more manly men with chiseled jaws that could rival that of the Greek Gods. The sex was great, though, which was a bonus. But other than that, she was plain old bored. She didn’t see their lives together going anywhere spectacular. She grew up without much more, or attention, and now she wanted both. She got both from him, but she was...bored. Bored as hell.

She wanted excitement, she wanted fun; she didn’t want a boring life tucked away in a tiny town. Sighing, she ran a hand through her mane of curls and let them fall back down her back perfectly. She looked at her nails, just done that morning at the salon, and wondered how much they would hurt if she clawed someone. Not in the violent sense, more so the sexy, passionate sense. Would she cheat on her boyfriend if given the chance? Honestly, Odette didn’t know, which made her just a little bit of a terrible person. If she was a good girlfriend, she would never even dream of hitting on him. She also wouldn’t be alone at a bar.

Shrugging it off, she searched through her clutch for her pale lipstick and quickly reapplied a coat. Long lasting her ass. The lipstick had rubbed off on her wine glass far too quickly. She already had made plans in her head to chew out the moron at the make up counter in a few days. When she wanted something, she got it, and if she didn’t get it, she made sure that people knew she was pissed. It was just the way she worked. She popped the lipstick tube back into her clutch, closed it, and debated leaving. It was taking far too long for someone to talk to her. How displeasing.

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[levy]

Capeside didn’t look like an exciting place, on the surface. Sure, there was a nice ocean view and you could get into the yacht club if you were rich or influential enough, there were even some theme parks around that seemed to draw a lot of tourists. Those were nice, if you were into those kind of things. But for Levy, they were pointless. There was no benefit to any of those. Why the hell would he want a nice walk on the beach unless it was going to do something for him? And unless he had a girl on his arm, it wasn’t going too. The yacht club had potential; in fact, he knew several of the men and had recruited them to his ever widening, yet exclusive, poker ‘club’. Screw the yacht club, his was much better. The most asinine of all of them, however, was the theme parks. Levy couldn’t understand what it was that brought so many people. Were they really so stupid that they couldn’t see it was only there to make money? Unless you owned the place, there was no reason to even step foot on its soil. Seeing as how Levy didn’t own it, he’d never been and never would.

There were certain places in town, however, that he did find to be profitable. While most businesses were focused on making money for themselves, several of them did offer him some good opportunities. That, or they gave him something he wanted. Pat’s Bar, for instance. He didn’t go often, unless he had a partner with him, but when he did it he would usually walk out with cash or a woman. In his mind, they were both equally important at the moment. In the long run, he was vying for the cash, but he wasn’t against the use of a few women along the way.

Today, it was women that drew him in. Or, more specifically, a woman. He hadn’t yet picked which one he was going to have yet, but once he walked in he would have a better idea. Seeing as how Chloe was busy this evening, Blair was not to be found, and the third Alderidge was likely out with friends of her own, Levy was less than pleased with his current evening. Not one of the two women he had his thumb on were available for him and the third, which he was still in the process of chasing, hadn’t been around him enough to fall for him, yet. Or, rather, fall for ‘it’—meaning the act he put on around her.

His act was in full swing tonight. A pleasant smirk had found its way onto his face as he pulled into the parking lot of Pat’s, dismounting his motorcycle. Sliding one hand into the pocket of his jeans, the other swung lightly at his side, in sync with his gait as he headed towards the door. Stepping inside, his first response to the new scene was to scan the faces and pick his target. He was instantly drawn to the woman sitting alone at the counter. Most other people were in groups or unappealing. But her. She looked bored, she looked stunning, and she was alone. Or, if she wasn’t alone, she certainly wasn’t going to be with whoever brought her once he got a hold of her.

Sliding casually onto the stool beside her, he narrowed his eyes momentarily as he looked for the bartender, who was otherwise occupied at the other end of the counter. Letting the irritation of the moment pass before glancing to the woman beside him, he let his smirk return and tilted his head. Rather than ask if she was alone—because he really didn’t care—or if she was planning on leaving soon, he simply made the assumption that, now that he was there, she would be staying. He didn’t need her permission to impose himself into the situation, so it was unnecessary to ask if she would let him buy her a drink or whether or not he could sit beside her. Instead, he waited until the bartender finally made his way over; took the damn man long enough, and then ordered himself an Armagnac and another of whatever Odette was drinking for her. As he went to fill the glasses, Levy once more looked back towards her.

“You weren’t planning on leaving, were you?” Even though he was asking, he wasn’t expecting a yes. “It’d be a shame to waste your drink.”

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[odette]

Odette wondered what would happen if she did stay with her current boyfriend. She would be subjected to quite the boring life, wouldn’t she? The thought didn’t please her that much. If he continued acting the way he was, she definitely was going to have to kick him to the curb. She needed excitement in her life. She needed a man with good looks and money, but also excitement. Her boyfriend only had the first two things. And, it was sad to say, though their sex life had started with a bang, the more she grew bored with their actual relationship, the more she grew bored with their sex life. Hence why she was out and on the prowl tonight. While it was true that she wasn’t going to go out of her way to cheat on him, if the opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t exactly going to turn whoever that new man was away. After all, if he was hot, rich, and into her-- and let’s face it, who wouldn’t be interested in Odette-- then she really couldn’t use the silly excuse of having a boyfriend. She would have fun if she wanted to.

See, that was the brilliant thing about just being in a relationship rather than a marriage. If she was married then it would be considered an affair and there would be a horrible time with lawyers and whatnot. While Odette would surely get a hefty pay day, it definitely didn’t seem worth all the madness that would surely ensue. She looked down at her bare left hand and smiled to herself. Yes, she was a very wise girl.

And this wise girl noticed the man sit beside her. She also knew that if she gave him her attention right away, she would appear all too eager. If he was willing to sleep with someone that was practically begging for it, it would make the man as pathetic as the girl. So instead she pretended to be quite preoccupied in reading the wine list that was on a small paper triangle thing with the specials of the week. She heard the man order her another drink, but it wasn’t until the bartender began to poor that Odette acknowledged the man’s existence. She looked over and let her eyes scan him. She was unashamed. She was in a bar. She wasn’t going to just go with the first guy that talked to her. If he wasn’t attractive, then he wasn’t worth her time. Luckily he was quite a fine specimen. Just the type she’d like to sink her teeth into.

”I suppose it would be rather rude of me to leave now, wouldn’t it?” she said, not really asking it as a question. She locked eyes with him for the briefest of seconds before looking down at her drink as if she were already bored. Well, she was bored, though not bored of him. Yet. ”You have until the last drop,” she said, looking up at him with a slightly mischievous grin. ”I’d advise you budget your time wisely. I do love my wine.”

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[levy]

For Levy, picking up girls was not about the meaningless sex that would likely be caused by a result of it. In fact, the sex itself didn’t make any difference to him. Yes, he had a sex drive just as active as the next guy, but that didn’t mean it was the only thing he was looking to get out of a… well, whatever it was you’d call meeting girls in a bar. The only purpose to what he did was the he wanted to power he got from it. Control was one thing that Levy assumed he simply had, regardless of what was going on. Even if it was blatant, he would always find a way to twist or change something so that he had an upper hand—or, at least imagined he did. His self-entitlement played right into his need and desire to have control. It wasn’t about what the other person wanted to needed—it was just about him. It didn’t matter who he hurt along the way because, at the end of the day, it just wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t be blamed for it; not according to his logic, at least. Any blame was to fall on the other person. It was their own damn fault for getting involved in something like that to begin with.

Now was no different. As he leaned casually against the counter he picked up the glass and swirled it lightly, keeping his gaze on the girl. His smirk was natural and unwavering as he watched her, his shoulders shrugging just slightly as she told him he had to the last drop. “Is that so?” With a moment’s pause before he actually turned back to the bartender, he shifted just enough to get a view of the man. “Leave the bottle,” His instruction was joined by a bit of a motion at Odette’s glass. If he had until the last drop then he’d make sure she had to take her time to get there. He could keep this up all night, though he was certain he’d get bored eventually, but until then, he’d keep her glass full. If she were to honestly plan on staying until it was empty, then this would go just fine.

“So, who’s the guy that decided to leave you all alone tonight?” It wasn’t necessarily that he cared whether or not there was another guy. Why would he? If he was willing to cheat on Chloe with her own sister, the idea of sleeping or flirting with a taken woman hardly fazed him. That, and it gave him enough information to know whether or not there would be a guy barging in the door and attempting to beat him half to death because he was talking to Odette. Women were nice and all, but why go through that much trouble? They were hardly worth it. But, the question also served to show him, as well, how she felt about her man—if she had one. That, or how she felt about not having a man. While she could likely just say whatever she wanted, Levy was glad that women were so emotional. There were likely women out there that were completely content being single—maybe Odette was one of them—but for the majority of them, they were looking for something. Emotion like that isn’t the easiest to hide, regardless of what you say. Emotions may not have been an inborn quality of his, but he’d spent a long time watching and reflecting the emotions of others.

Somehow, he felt like Odette wasn’t going to be swooning all over the place or ho-humming about the lack of a man, though. It just meant he had more of a challenge ahead of him. Nothing he couldn’t deal with.

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[odette]

”It is,” she said simply with a small nod. Though she watched his next action, she watched with little interest. She watched merely out of boredom. He was cute, definitely a year or two younger than her, but definitely experienced nonetheless. With a face like that and a body to match, unless he was the Pope, he would inevitably had his fair share of time spent rolling in the hay...or wherever he wanted, really. She doubted any woman would complain of the location where he wanted to ravish them. Odette raised a perfectly arched brow and found herself laughing softly. ”Is it your intention to get me drunk? If that is the case, you’re rather obvious about it,” she said, shifting her glance to the wine bottle. Who said she had to drink it? Although she wasn’t opposed to a night of drunk, meaningless sex, just because he was attractive didn’t mean he’d easily get what he wanted. She could be rather stubborn, especially if she found the personality of whomever she was talking to particularly appalling.

He was asking a rather clever question, wasn’t he? If she said she wasn’t with anyone, he’d make some smooth comment about how that idea was preposterous because she was gorgeous-- which, in this case, she was. If she said that she had a boyfriend and he hadn’t wanted to come out with her, he could then make some comment about how if he was dating someone like her, he’d make sure to never let her out of his sight. Either way she knew that a man like him wouldn’t particularly care what the answer was. ”My boyfriend,” she said with a small shrug of her shoulder, seeing no reason to lie. She wasn’t particularly attached to the man, either; she was just waiting for something better to come along. Someone with even more wealth and a greater desire to keep her attention focused solely on him. ”But I’d argue that I was the one who decided to leave him all alone tonight, not the other way around,” she said. ”I’m not the type of girl who wouldn’t stand for a man to be rid of me at his convenience.” She said it with no anger or annoyance in her voice, she merely said it as a fact. She got who she wanted, when she wanted them, and she wouldn’t stand to be pushed to the side if the man got bored. Besides, her current boyfriend was so...perhaps not weak, but something of the sort, that it was quite clear he’d never find a girl as gorgeous as Odette was if she decided to leave him. She took a slow sip of her wine before delicately placing the glass on the countertop once more. ”And let me guess, you don’t particularly care for monogamous relationships, do you?” she asked. Was her first impression of him horribly wrong? She didn’t think so.

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