Devil's Advocate (Tag Greenlee)

[Raphael D'Aubert]

He had been watching her for the last few days...

In Raphael's mind, that was more than a compliment... It was a blessing, especially for someone as mediocre as Greenlee Reid, a relatively little-known girl with very few true "friends" in Gould High. For someone as devious as Raphael D'Aubert, this wide-eyed innocent held a limitless amount of opportunity which only needed a small amount of investment to be of substantial value.

Plus, she had a pretty nice ass..

The young man couldn't help but grin at the thoughts running through his twisted mind. Yes, seduction and fornication were definitely in his schemes, but were ultimately overshadowed by more sinister plots of unimaginable darkness that would make Hannibal Lecter himself cringe... Those of course, would be revealed all in good time, after the stage was set for disaster.

The small restaurant in downtown Los Angeles was an idyllic scene for the start of Raphael's schemes and had been selected for the sole purpose of making a grand introduction for the impressionable young woman. Through his observations of the quiet girl, he had noticed that Greenlee Reid hadn't had too many real "friends" in school, despite all her attempts at elevating herself up the social ladder. For some unknown reason, the girl had a particularly hard time getting other individuals to notice her, even though her relatively good looks and decent grades (as well as notable position in the school's administration) practically begged the intelligent individual to take notice of this diamond in the rough.. She was, in all aspects, a quite remarkable individual caught up in the curtain of mediocrity..

A diamond in the rough... Just another sweet little girl with an overwhelming desire to please, receive praise, and be valued in the shark tank that was life..

Easy prey..

Taking note of her desire to be cared for, Raphael had concocted an ingenious (though dastardly) plot that involved bribing one of the janitors (an Algerian refugee that thankfully spoke French) and discreeting breaking into the girl's lockers before school hours, dropping off a bouquet of flowers and a note from a "secret admirer" that included a length poem (written in Raphael's impeccable script) that professed his supposed undying love for the individual..

For anyone else.. It probably would've been a touch too corny, but Raphael managed to pull it off with style..

[Greenlee Reid]

(OOC: I am not sure if the flowers and the note was meant for Monday, or Friday, so I picked that she got them on Friday. If I am wrong, then let me know and just ignore that.)

The reason Greenlee was not good with making friends was probably because she tried to hard. Greenlee would transform into what ever the friend was. If she hung out with the jocks, she would play the same sport, if she was a geek, she became a geek, if she was with the band people she played in the band. Greenlee was never herself. She was what she thought whom ever was her friend wanted her to be. So if that meant being evil, then Greenlee would play along.

The amount of attention Greenlee spent on getting the other students to like her was a full time job, but sadly Greenlee was not good at keeping the friends. Soon they found other people or perhaps she came off too annoying, either way after one meeting or two, maybe a month...she would be dropped.

At least Greenlee was use to being alone and ignored. It was like she was at home. Nothing new. At least the teachers and the faculty talked with her. She was friends with the guidance counselor. So that was cool.

On Friday they appeared....flowers...a note...it made Greenlee blush. Who has sent them. She had no clue. Either way it made her heart beat faster and her body tremble. Not only did some like her, but they liked her liked her. This was too good to be true.

Greenlee spent the entire weekend trying to figure it out and kept coming up with a blank. She wondered if maybe it was meant for her locker partner, but no, they had her name on it. She wondered if it was a joke. Greenlee spent the whole weekend going back and forth.

Finally on Sunday evening she decided to go to her favorite downtown LA restaurant. Anyone who knew Greenlee or did recon on the girl would know she went to this restaurant seven days a week for dinner, cause she could not stand eating what ever was at her supposed house. Which was nothing. Greenlee either had to eat their dinner or make her own.

Sometimes she felt like Cinderella at her home. She here she was, already well known by the host, waiter and the cook. She got her usual table and her usual waiter and the cook even came over to say hi as well as the manager. Everyone knew Greenlee here. Little did Greenlee know just who else was about to show up.

[Raphael D'Aubert]

"Hello, Cinderella.." called Raphael from behind, looking quite dashing in a gray turtle-neck sweater topped off with a black corduroy sports jacket.

He had dressed up a bit for the occasion (though not excessively so) and also sported a nice pair of gray slacks that matched perfectly with the pair of shiny brown shoes he had on his feet. His trademark long hair had been groomed to a brilliant luster, parted in two directions that accented his flowing auburn locks perfectly in the restaurant setting.

"Sorry about that.." the young man chuckled, bowing slightly towards the girl. "Cinderella happens to be one of my favorite characters from the Brother's Grimm.. I am, as people may say, a bit eccentric in my literary tastes.. Though I dare hope that doesn't put you off in any way.."

Raphael clicked his tongue thoughtfully, feigning pleasant attraction. It had been quite a bit of time since he had last acted this nicely to an individual, but he was pleased to find that he wasn't too out of practice. The girl seemed to find his false sweetness believable, so he pressed on with the conversation.

"I couldn't help but notice, though, that you frequent this particular restaurant often?"

The young man motioned around the dining tables with a lengthy arm, taking care not to overdo his movements in any way.

"Dad doesn't come around too often to make dinner," quipped Raphael, smiling warmly, "So I kind of spend quite a bit of time eating out alone on weekends.."

"Of course.. I'd prefer to be eating with company, especially very attractive company like yourself.."

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee jumped at the voice. Not because she was scared, but because the voice came from behind her. She slowly turned around to find the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on. Her eyes traveled from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. She blinked for a moment before pointing to herself, "You talk to me?" She asked in a very meek voice. God, she was so stupid. Did she really just ask that.

Although she kind of had to. Not many people actually came to talk to her. She usually had to approach them and then usually either they ignored her or talked for a night but never called or were too busy to hang out. Greenlee had yet to learn to be herself around people, which was the reason she did not have many friends.

"You read Grimm's fairy tales...its okay. Actually...in a morbid way I guess....I like those stories better then the Disney version. Its almost more realistic really. A little on the sadistic side, but I think everyone has a mean streak in them. The Grimm's brothers were just bold enough to place it in a book, which Disney stole from if you think about. Or rather borrowed from if you prefer that term. But I doubt you care to hear my theory about that." She said her voice getting significantly softer.

That was until he called her attractive company. She smiled and blushed a little at him. Could he liked her. Of course she could never like this guy back. Not until she found out who her secret admirer is. Once she knew and met her secret admirer, then she would figure it out. Greenlee did not want to cheat on her secret admirer.

But being friends with this guy was defiantly on the list. he was way too cute not to be friends with. "Then please, have a seat. I hate to eat alone as well. I just come here cause I am afraid if I eat my Aunts cooking I might never wake up. You picked the right place to come. The staff and the food is great here."

She looked down at how under dressed she was. She had on jeans, a gray fedora, and a black shirt with suspenders. Her stupid dorky outfit she loved. Something about the fedora and the suspenders she liked. "I'm Greenlee. Pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out."

[Raphael D'Aubert]

"Raphael.."

He grinned at the girl's introduction, taking her hand firmly in his own.

"Though I must say, the pleasure is all mine.."

In one fluid motion, Raphael D'Aubert allowed his tall frame to ease into the chair opposite Greenlee's, taking care to inspect every facet of the girl's appearance with his keen eye. She was very attractive, despite her not knowing it, and would make quite the partner-in-crime with a little careful manipulation.

Hell.. She probably wouldn't be too bad in bed either, though she's most likely a virgin..

"Excellent, then.." he commented, nodding towards the direction of the kitchen. "It's always a pleasure to eat with a pretty girl.. Especially if that pretty girl's alone to start off with."

Lazily, he brushed a lock of auburn hair away from his eyes, focusing his gaze back onto Greenlee. The corner of his mouth seemed to poke upwards in a very light-hearted smile, masking the dark intentions Raphael D'Aubert hid behind an exceptionally handsome and charming facade.

"You go to Gould, no?"

"I think I might've seen you before in the office, when I first transfered here about two weeks ago? You were the one who handed me my class schedules, and knocked over that cup of coffee on my shirt.."

The horrified look on Greenlee's face almost made Raphael drop his entire act and burst out in raunchous laughter, but was ultimately stiffled by the young man's excellent mastery of self control.

"You don't have to worry, Ms. Reid.." quipped Raphael, reaching over the table to grasp the girl's hand in a calming manner. "Coffee cleans out of white shirts with a large quantity of bleach.. Though not without much difficulty."

He smiled upwards once again, flashing a mouthful of perfectly shaped ivory teeth at the visibly embarrassed girl.

"Besides.." he continued, squeezing the girl's hand affectionately before letting go. "I thought it was pretty cute.. and it was a great way to start off my stay here in Los Angeles.."

Raphael paused in mid-speech, as if to ponder some weighty matter, before redirecting the conversation to a different topic.

"I'd see you around sometimes in school.. But.. It seemed you didn't really recognize me very well.."

"Especially last week.. It seemed like you were.. Maybe looking for someone? You seemed very engrossed in your own thoughts.."

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee watched him sit down. She could not believe it. She felt like a school girl who wanted to squeal at the fact she might finally have a friend and a cute one at that. Little did she know his sinister plans, but would she really care. Not really. As long as he liked her. Thats all that mattered. "Well I assure you I am alone then." She told him feeling as if she sounded like an idiot.

"You go to Gould too." She perked up them he reminded her of one of the most embarrassing moments in her life. her face dropped. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. God he was going to do something horrible now wasn't her. Her mouth was in an O shape and her eyes showed fear at the idea that now he was going to make fun of her for what she did.

Yet, once again Raphael surprised her. He did not hold it against her. " Oh my god that was you...yes guilty as charged. I was having an off day and to be honest, I thought you were cute, and it made me nervous. I would have gladly washed your shirt or taken it to the dry cleaners, " Greenlee was not a liar. She was honest, she just molded to whomever she was hanging out with.

"Cute...really." She smiled as he squeezed his hand again. Then she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let out a tiny bit of laughter, "Thank you. You are definitely a good guy. Most would just give me hell for that. I am glad you didn't." She admitted to him. "I have worked in the office for the past year. I am kind of a faculty pet if I am honest, but I like it." She had access to a lot.

"Oh you noticed that...Usually I keep my self occupied, but I found flowers and a note in my locker, so I have been trying to find out who did that. I tend to have a one track mind. Besides noticing people is not my strong suit. I tend to keep my head down to stay out of trouble. I don't have many friends and I pretty much keep to my self until Friday." She had no idea that Rafe was that guy. She was trying to explain answers in a way that would keep him around.

[Raphael D'Aubert]

His smile wavered slightly as he remembered the exact details of Greenlee's "accident", a completely idiotic event that almost pushed him over the edge on that particular day. In all truth, he was pissed when one of his immaculate cotton button-ups had been ruined by the blundering girl sitting in front of him, though he wisely chose not to show it in this particular setting.

"Flowers, huh?"

Raphael stroked his chin thoughtfully, momentarily averting his gaze from the girl's face.

"Sounds like quite the character..." he continued, "Though I wonder..."

"Did you happen to like the Mayflowers? They're not a very common arrangement in a usual 'American' bouquet, but when they're mixed in with Buttercups, they make a very splendid couple.."

He allowed the girl a few seconds to let his words sink in, privately cursing himself for the positively stupid and overly sappy situation he had placed himself in. It was like a fluffly little fairy-tale scene out of a picture book, something Raphael D'Aubert absolutely despised.

No matter...

"I think.." spoke Raphael, smiling broadly at Greenlee. "I wanted to cheer you up.."

That was bullshit of course..

"You looked so... sad when I first saw you that I couldn't help but want to cheer you up.. After all, I think I feel the same way here in a.. new country with absolutely nobody to keep me company.."

He shifted his chair several feet around the table, allowing his person to move closer to Greenlee's positively shocked (albeit not unpleasantly so) body. Grasping the girl's hand in his, he stared intently into her eyes, his own gray orbs radiating a sense of primal savagery that was both hypnotically attractive and dangerous at the same time.

Again... Straight from a television soap opera, or a paperback romance novel...

"I like you.." he spoke, his voice melting like chocolate in Greenlee's ear.. "and.. I think, you are a lot more interesting that you believe yourself to be..."

[Greenlee Reid]

If Greenlee knew what Raphael was thinking, she would slap him, and walk away. Yet, she was blissfully ignorant. All she could see was stars at the moment. He was handsome, sweet, charming and talking to her. He complimented her and wanted her company. That told Greenlee he liked her and she was shaking in her boots, in a good way.

"Mayflowers and buttercups are two of my favorite. Its like the sun and the clouds together in one arrangement." Mayflowers were white and buttercups were yellow and those flowers in her locker had been a gorgeous arrangement. "It is a shame they are not typical.....wait..I don't remember telling you..." Greenlee looked at him, "what the...." it was clicking inside her head, "flowers were...oh my..did you..."

Greenlee was stunned. Completely taken aback and soon words started clicking in her Head.d He had been watching her looking lost in her thoughts, he knew she came to this place all the time, and now the flowers. Oh my god he was the secret admirer. Now it made sense why a handsome random stranger was talking to her. It was not random.

Then he moved closed, her hand was in his and his breath caressed her skin as she closed her eyes and listened to his words. When she opened them she was staring into dark Grey eyes that held her gaze as if she was stuck and could not look away. The gaze caught her. Her skin rose with goosebumps.

She opened her mouth to speak. She was more interesting then she believed her self to be. No one had said that to her before. Her lips were mere inches from his as she struggled to find something witty to say. One thing about Greenlee, the reason she was able to mold to someone else is cause she was actually able to figure people out. She just never saw the true colors.

She had Raphael figured out to be smart, cunning, charming, and confident. He had this look in his eyes that reeked of wickedness, but something fun and inviting behind it. How could she refuse. "I am glad it was you. I think we will get along rather well." Her voice soft and teasing as she leaned in for a kiss but pulled away too, in a teasing motion. "You are a devilish man...Ilike that." She meant devilish as a compliment not like she knew his evil plan.

[Raphael D'Aubert]

"Darling, you have no idea how right you are.." replied Raphael, grinning wickedly.

In one fluid motion, he stood up, taking Greenlee's hand with him. With almost lazy indifference, he began to exit the building, waving coolly at the shocked waiters who had been in the process of taking their order.

"It's time for a new change in scenery, Dear.." he commented, leading the girl through the crowd of Sunday night diners. "God knows, you've been going to this place for far too long.."

Within seconds, he led her outside of the restaurant to a nearby parking lot, where a battleship grey Bentley GT awaiting the pair.



"You know how to drive a stick?" he commented, tossing a set of keys to the girl. "It's a lost art, one could say.."

Swinging the door of the driver's seat open, Raphael hastily lowered the seat down to an almost horizontal position, hoisting his own frame onto the suede leather upholstery with carefree grace. Wrapping his left arm around Greenlee's waist, he allowed the girl to slowly rest atop his lap in a very suggestive position, the girl's legs spread open with Raphael's own feet poking through to touch the accelerator pedal.

"We'll be going to the 'La Tenia'.." spoke Raphael, whispering huskily into her ear. "In downtown Los Angeles.. It's a splendid little club that's well known for its unconventional nightlife, and rough exterior.."

'La Tenia' was well known amongst the nightclub society as a Sodom and Gomorrah-esque center of depravity, ran by a group of Anarchist wannabe's who coincidentally made a huge profit catering to the exotic desires of Los Angeles' decadent blue-bloods.. Drugs, alcohol, and overall excess characterized the area, a seedy place deep in a dangerous part of the city, and attracted the most wicked thrill seekers of the county.

"You, my dear, are going to drive.." he continued, running his hand suggestively down her thighs in a savagely sexy manner. "I'll be in charge of the accelerator, brake, and clutch.. While you handle the Bentley..."

The girl's shocked expression caused the young man to smile widely in satisfaction.. This would be an exceptionally dangerous venture that could possibly lead to an accident and/or death.. Of course, he had no qualms about this sort of thing, and brushed off the prospect of dying with typical nonchalance.

"This'll be good for you, Greenlee.." he continued, nibbling slightly on her ear.. "The one thing many people don't realize is that our lives... Our existances have always lay on the edge of a knife.. It makes no difference how you live, the prospect of chaos completely taking over lies in any choice we make..."

Gently, he kissed the girl's cheek, continuing to grin dangerously at the girl's shock.

"Introduce a little... anarchy into the situation, and we figure out that beneath all our thin veil of 'control' lies chaos.. randomness... and the irresistable.."

Grasping the girl's hand with his own, Raphael soothingly guided the key into the ignition well, twisting forward to allow the Bentley to roar to life. Six cylinders of British-made power immediately let out a oddly satisfying growl, causing the hairs on Greenlee's neck to stand up at its power.

[Greenlee Reid]

Greenlee was totally focused on Raphael. She was enamored with him. Her new crush. "Those flowers made me feel less lonely. Are um...we friends now....." Her lips close to his wanting a tiny something, but she accepted it when he pulled her out of the place.She was so lost in his eyes she did not even wave bye. The idea of a change of scenery was beyond tempting. "Where are we going." She wondered.

Greenlee moved her eyes from his to look at the beautiful car. "That is a nice car." She would love to drive it. Greenlee caught the keys. "Shift, clutch, break, gas....a stick is one thing I can drive really well. Her words meant to be innocent, but implied so much more. Her eyes went back to his as she trailed them down to his below the belt area so he could catch her drift.

Now she was molding. Like Raphael. She was becoming charming, sly, confident, teasing, with a silver tongue. She was a chameleon of sorts. She could mold herself, become like the person she was hanging out with, cause thats how she thought they would like her. She settled on to his lap. On purpose making sure her hand brushed his groin before settling down.

Greenlee took in the look of the car. "LA Tenia. I have never..." Her eyes closed as he nibbled on her ear. "Me...drive..." She was shocked. Her breath caught in her throat at the idea. Year she could drive a stick, but a Bentley. And with him and her on his lap. This was an adventure."Then buckle up." She told him.

His words rang into her ears. As he spoke she listened. Like someone listening to a cult leader. She was taken in. Shock written on his face at the words he used. "Nothing is ever random,....some mathematicians say chaos is even predictable by being unpredictable."She added.

All the sudden she felt her hand turn and the car roar to life. "Anarchy, and the veil of control. You have an interesting, but dangerous outlook on life. Life and Death....its just a matter of time really. One moment we are here and the next we could be gone. I guess it is true. Living every moment as your last has its advantages." Greenlee looked back and caught Rafe's lips in a teasing but searing kiss.

"I think I am ready to show you, that you might have under estimated me." She said with a smile as she shifted the car and it roared to life. She was becoming what she thought Rafe wanted. A daring and adventurous girl with the love of danger. She was ready to show him just what she could do.