Revenge is best served cold (Xavier tags any)

[Xavier Goodwin]

Xavier kept his eyes covered with his sunglasses and a hoodie to cover the bruises on his face and body. He had been humiliated and no one did that to him.

Not ever.

He went into Pierside with his fake ID and sat a barstool. "Hey, gimme the largest Scotch you got." He pulled out his wallet and cringed in pain. He slapped a fifty on the bar. "Go ahead and buy a drink for the next person who walks in here." Just so it wasn't Stretch Armstrong or the Gargoyle from this morning of worse, Thuston Howell the Third wanting to spread his smugness around like manure.

He sighed as his drink was served up, just as he liked it. On the rocks without over powering the liquor. He took a sip a winced a little, that first taste was always the worst after that it was like heaven and two and half worlds.

He didn't look up when the door open and closed and a person sat nearby him. He wasn't paying attention until the bartender said "Drink is compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar."

Xavier didn't look up but he did raise his glass in a toast.

[Sloane Taylor]

After a surprisingly enthusiastic afternoon, Sloane was ready to wind down and recuperate. Jay most certainly made her day and he could definitely handle her. So very well. She could have sworn after they finished, she couldn't move a muscle for a long time. She let Jay sleep in as she pulled on her clothes. The weather had ceased to a slightly shiny afternoon into a calm evening. She had to admit, she was feeling rather happy with herself.

After exiting the hotel, Sloane walked around the area for awhile until she found a bar that looked easily enough that it wouldn't hold anyone she knew. She got in and was surprised when the bartender told her that the drink was paid for. Grinning at the bartender before turning to the guy the drink was paid by, she could vaguely recognise the guy being in Gould.

"Thanks, a cherry on my perfect day." She raised the glass before downing it in one shot. "Keep it coming. Don't worry...I'll pay for them." She grinned at the guy, not even knowing who he was and not really caring. She just wanted to drink herself to a stupor even though tomorrow was a school day. It didn't matter. She was pleased with herself right then.

[Xavier Goodwin]

To see the drink gone in a shot, needless to say, impressed Xavier. Maybe tonight would be much better than today.

"Nah, I insist, a gentleman never lets a lady pay for drinks." He said to her moving to a seat close to her, leaving one open just to give her enough space.

"You look familiar to me, have we met somewhere before?" He asked making some small talk, even though it didn't take a mind reader to know what he was thinking at that moment.

There was a bowl of peanuts sitting on the bar, to which he helped himself and ordered another drink. "Let me guess spat with a boyfriend and your wanting to forget about him? Am I close even?" He smiled, showing off his dazzling whites, which somehow withstood the beating they had gotten earlier in the day.

He noticed it was a bit quiet in the place. There was an old jukebox in the corner. "Excuse me a moment." He went over and put a dollar in trying to find some good, slow dance music.

"Sorry if the music suck," he replied returning to his seat. "Looks like some of the music hasn't been updated since 1985."

[Sloane Taylor]

"And I'm assuming you think so highly of yourself," she smirked even though it was all in jest. She wasn't about to bite the hand that fed her. Well...gave her drinks anyhow. "Well thanks. This day is turning out perfect." Even though it came out perfectly believable, somewhere deep in her Sloane knew it was a lie. Not because of Jay, Jay was perfectly adequate. He got her mind off the brunch debacle easily in those few hours they were together.

She got her next little glass and downed it in one shot. Her second drink still didn't bring a buzz. So she asked for one more. "I look familiar to every guy in LA, doll." The smirk still evident on her face and without her noticing it, her tone changed slightly. "We may have met but I would be likely to have forgotten who you are." She shrugged and downed her next shot. Still no buzz.

With a sharp bark of laughter at his poor guess, she shook her head, oblivious to the charming smile he was giving her. The bartender looked at her a little strange before giving her the next shot. She gave him a sultry smirk to which he replied with a raised eyebrow and his own grin before grabbing the bottle of whiskey he had been serving her on the table beside her shot glass. "You're ever so kind." She winked at him before turning back to the guy who would be paying her tab. "And no. No spat, no boyfriend not forgetting. I don't do those things." It was an outright lie but it stumbled out of her mouth so easily.

As he moved to change the music, she grinned and poured her shot glass with more of the bitter liquid. With his return, Sloane downed the shot once more. Again without a single iota of difference in her. "Don't need a soundtrack to moments like this in my life." She said lazily before eyeing an empty booth just across the bar. "Want to go somewhere private? We have our drinks..." the suggestion seemed so innocent on the surface but it held so much meaning.

Without waiting for him to answer, she grabbed her bottle and glass and slipped off the barstool and walked to the booth, surprisingly still standing upright. She took off her denim shirt, leaving her in her loose wife beater, showing off her lean arms. She downed another shot and smiled when she finally felt something kick in. Licking her lips, she waited for the unnamed charitable gentleman to join her.

[Xavier Goodwin]

"Of course I think highly of myself," He boasted slightly with a cocky grin. "After all if you don't have a opinion of yourself, no one else will either." He leaned on his hand and observed her. "I guess I'm the topper of the perfect day."

He chuckled a little. "And now who has a high opinion of themselves?" He retorted in jest. She seemed to be his equal with the comebacks. "That's highly unlikely no one ever forgets a Goodwin when they meet one." Yet again using the family name to try and land a perfectly innocent girl.

That was the info he needed. No boyfriend, so no one she'd go running to later tonight. It would be a great night indeed!

"I was thinking the same thing." He said as a turned on the barstool and watch the girl make her way to the booth, just out of eyesight of the bartender.

He took out another two hundred dollar bills and slapped them on the bar. "That should take care of everything and your tip." Reading as 'don't come over and bother us.'

The sunglasses came off and the hoodie unzipped exposing a bit of his muscular chest as he headed to the booth not quite as buzzed as she seemed to be feeling. He ran his middle finger up and down her slim bare arm. "Now this is more like it, just you and me. Even though I know a place where the drinks are free and no one cares what goes on."

[Sloane Taylor]

"That's quite true," Sloane had to agree with the guy's sound logic. He seemed to ooze misplaced confidence. Needless to say, Sloane imagined this guy has never been rejected before. And if he had, much like her, he couldn't care less when people say no. In her case, there really were plenty of other fish in the sea. She even let the boys chase her sometimes. "Oh that's only because I actually go around advertising myself." She shrugged with a smirk. Said out loud, it didn't sound as glamorous as she thought it had been once upon a time. Her smirk falters when she remembers who was causing all this sudden bout of feeling.

Damn Nolan Ahlstrom to hell.

The smirk comes back front and center when his ego gave her his name. Goodwin. No...she really didn't remember. "I can assure you now, even if I had met Diana Princess of Wales, I wouldn't even remember. What makes you think having the name Goodwin makes you any more memorable than the Princess of Wales?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

She looked to the Goodwin fellow as he threw money around. So obviously Goodwin was a rich name. Not that Sloane cared. She hadn't cared that Nolan was richer than her, why would a stranger be any different? As he took off his glasses and unzipped his hoodie, Sloane winced lightly when she saw the bruise under the dim light. "You run into a doorknob there, sugar?" She asked as one hand tilted his face from under his chin. She surveyed the bruise and shook her head in amusement. Boys and their scrapes and love of blood and violence.

Starting to feel comfortable with the slight buzz in her head and the finger running up and down her arm, Sloane's smile relaxed and she closed her eyes. "You want to waste your two hundred bucks and head to that place is fine by me. And I like where this is going. Make my night, Mr Goodwin if you can." Sloane challenged him.

[Xavier Goodwin]

To say Xavier was cocky, would be an understatement. He just knew how to show it and when, just like he knew what to kiss and when. "You don't look like the advertising sort. You seem to be the pick and choose type, much like me." This was true, he wouldn't bed just any girl, they had to have something for him.

"The Goodwins' are one of the richest families in the oil industry and mom is on television. I figure more people know our name from the news over anything else."

Her touch was soft and gentle much like her words. "Just had a little accident with a big tree is all." That got his mind going about how to get even with the kid from the gym that afternoon.

"Hell its my folks' money not like they'll miss it." He moved in closer to her, face to face. Now gently brushing a few strands of hair from her face. "This will be a night you will never forget."

His lips locked onto her's. His jaw ached from the punch but this was making things much better.

[Sloane Taylor]

Pick and choose. Like the world was their candy store. Sloane gave him a lazy smile and let him think whatever he wanted about her. Suffice it to say, she was beyond caring what people think of her. So why was Nolan's disappointed look still popping into her mind? It's so unfair that she broke his heart but she was still thinking of him. Damn it all. What was wrong with her?

So the good looking boy was rich. Well, his family was. And celebrities too apparently. Although the mention of news brought a smirk on Sloane's face. No wonder she never knew about them. She wasn't big on current affairs. Sure she knew who the president of her country was but aside from that, she couldn't care less unless it effected her greatly. "I'm kind of thinking that's why I don't know your name."

"Big tree huh...the branches decided to perform Swan Lake on your face?"

His blatant disregard for the money he was throwing around amused Sloane. She herself wasn't prone to throwing money away. In fact she was pretty frugal with her money, thinking it wasn't hers to spend anyway. Unless of course her parents were the ones willing to give the money to her.

The statement he gave and the hand brushing her hair out of her face made her reel back a bit. Okay, sleazy much? Did she sound like that? Moment of revelation hit her like a freight train as he started to kiss her. Although she instinctively reciprocated, her mind was elsewhere. More specifically on Nolan and his searing kisses. Damn it, stop thinking about the boy, Taylor!

God, if she really did sound like this boy, it wasn't a wonder why not a lot of people liked it when she flirted with them. Sure she was beautiful and to some extent pretty smart but if she really was a sleaze, what the hell had she been thinking all this while?

With the alcohol doing it's part in releasing her inhibitions, the side of her she was beginning to not like was appearing bit by bit. Her hand moved up to the boy's jaw and tilted his face slightly so she could deepen the kiss. Her body's reaction to the kiss was automatic and soon enough, she was straddling him. Although chalking it all up to her thinking she was with Nolan with less muscles, she began to get into the making out bit with the stranger.

[Xavier Goodwin]

The girl didn't seem to react much to the Goodwin name, it was somewhat troubling but not enough to let it bother him and ruin a perfectly good night.

"That's fine then only name you should know is mine, just call me Xavier." There, intros aside. He smirked as she commented on his face. "Yeah you could say that. Who knew the branches would decide to get heavier as they went along?"

She was the first in a long time to slowly give in to him. He was patient though, there was something about her that made him think this wasn't her first time playing seductress.

He inhaled deeply as she did her part of deepening their liplock. He certainly didn't expect to have her straddle him but he welcomed it with open arms uhh legs.

Getting lost in the ecstasy was marvelous but where they were wasn't. He tenderly ran his hands up toward her face, wanting briefly to break off their kiss even though he wanted more.

"Hold...hold on for a moment, this is, not the place," he spoke trying to catch his breath. "Let's go back to my place, booze is free and its cleaner."

[Sloane Taylor]

"Would much rather not know names but whatever." Sloane shrugged, not knowing exactly why names were so important. She knew Nolan Ahlstrom's but what good did that do to her? Nothing. Broken heart maybe. No, scratch that. Sloane Taylor did not have a broken heart. She did the breaking, no one else. Surely not good-looking, charming, kind-hearted, good in bed Nolan Ahsltrom.

Sloane flinched when she felt the boy's hand move up her face but she was more surprised when they broke the kiss that she wasn't kissing Nolan. Goddammit this had to stop. She couldn't keep on thinking about that boy. Not anymore. She was the one who let him go. She shouldn't be mourning her loss. He probably wasn't even thinking about her. No, not possible. People remembered the Taylors, no matter which one. Taylors touched lives, good or bad. He was probably drunk somewhere wallowing in self-pity over the girl he had called his once upon a time.

Scrutinizing the present boy's face, taking in the bruise and the swollen lips and glazed eyes, Sloane pushed thoughts of Nolan straight to the back of her head before nodding. "I do need the booze to forget this ever happened." She said with a straight face before swooping down to give him another deep but hasty kiss. She got off him, straightened her top and pulled her jeans up just slightly. Downing one more shot, Sloane licked her lips and ran her fingers through her hair.

The ride to his place was fairly quiet, leaving Sloane to her thoughts. They weren't pretty on Sloane's part so she was glad when they finally arrived. The way up to his room was a messy blur of torn clothes, heated conversation and banged up limbs. The occasional roaming of hands and stops to press their lips together were also present. And once they were in his room and she was straddling him on his bed, Sloane's thoughts were blank and it remained that way until she woke up in the middle of the night to sneak off home.

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