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Post by Patrick Donovan on Jan 4, 2011 23:41:18 GMT -5
It had been a lazy day. Patrick had been out late last night with the guys meeting girls, which had already turned into a bit of a regular thing. He always acted like he never sweated a thing, but Patrick had to admit he was glad that he seemed to be fitting in so well here. It had been hard when he and his group of friends at boarding school had all been expelled and separated but at least he'd gotten the best deal out of it considering he was just attending public school now instead of military school or under extra probation at boarding school. Still, living at home was taking a bit of a toll as it was much harder to bring girls back...he was going to have to get a bed put into the pool house, he considered as he adjusted his vintage aviator sunglasses.
He was sitting outside on the patio of a bar on the Venice boardwalk. The sun was starting to set over the ocean making it extra bright at the moment as he watched the bikini clad girls walk by after their days on the beach.
He lifted his pint of lager to his lips taking a long sip. He had to admit, the weather here beat Rhode Island's by a landslide!
Tag Any - left it sort of open ended so people could run into him, have had plans to meet him, or could already be there - I'm cool with whatever
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Jan 5, 2011 1:30:47 GMT -5
Aviator sunglasses. Sloane had to give the man props for pulling it off well. She sauntered over to the new boy, someone well acquainted with Sloane's boy toy, Jay.
She had been having a restless day. After the game and after that incredibly long, long night [she gave a small smile at the memory], she couldn't sit still. There was a wedding she was invited to somehow but she didn't know either of the people out of the fact that they were from school so she didn't think it was wise to attend. Even if there would be people she could meet.
But she decided not to go anyway and had ended up on Venice Beach, to no surprise of her own. It was most fortunate for Sloane to have come across someone who would most likely give her the time of day without being a prude.
The redhead slipped into the chair beside him with a little smirk. "Seat taken?" Of course, she didn't even have to ask but that was Sloane. Doing things she didn't have to.
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Post by Patrick Donovan on Jan 5, 2011 11:23:00 GMT -5
Patrick nodded when the redhead asked if she could sit by him. "Of course," he said said. He knew exactly who he was. The name Sloane Taylor had been mentioned many times by the guys, so naturally, Patrick had made it his business to find out who she was. He'd first saw her with some other guy, some football guy, so he hadn't made a move. Patrick wasn't accustomed to stealing other guys girls. He had a firm belief that there were plenty to go around.
However, here she was coming to him now and Patrick couldn't pretend not to be pleased. He took a sip of his beer and placed it down on the table in front of him. "You're Sloane Taylor," he said simply. Patrick didn't play games; he didn't see the point in pretending not to know her. "Want a drink?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at the waitress as she dropped off drinks at another table and motioning for her to come over.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Jan 5, 2011 12:15:51 GMT -5
Giving Patrick a little smile, the seated Sloane ran her fingers through her hair. The wind was making a mess out of it and tickling her face a little. She should have brought her hair clip. Oh well. Too late now. She wasn't surprised when Patrick mentioned her name in a knowing tone. "Yes I am." She replied back. She knew they had a class together but it was the one class she knew no one in. She had a few classes with Haden Kiley and knew his name simply because they had a buttload of classes together and they were even partners in one of them. Sloane didn't know him very well but from all the whispering that happens around the good looking boy, Sloane had to guess he was sought after.
When asked if she wanted to drink, the redhaired senior nodded at the waitress, blatantly checking her out with an appreciative once over. "I'll have what he's having." She restrained from hitting on the waitress since girls were just a little too touchy about things like that.
Sloane didn't know if she should mention that she didn't actually know his name, seeing that she knew he had a class with her.
"Date ditch you?"
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Post by Patrick Donovan on Jan 5, 2011 13:20:04 GMT -5
While Patrick was still new at Silver Gould, it didn't occure to him that she wouldn't know who he was. After all, it seemed that all sorts of girls knew him already, even if he had no idea who they were. So, being his cocky self, he assumed that Sloane knew exactly who he was, after all he knew her, so she must know him.
He smiled simply as Sloane ordered whatever he was having. "I like a girl who can drink a beer," he commented as the waitress sauntered away. Most girls tended to order all those sugary sweet mixed drinks. It was refreshing that Sloane had no problem drinking a beer. Most girls complained they didn't like the taste or it had too many carbs or other utterly mundane things that Patrick didn't care to listen to.
He laughed when she asked him if his date ditched him. "Do I look that pathetic drinking alone?" he asked, with a big teasing smile on his face that showed he took no offense to her comment. "No, no date today, I was just relaxing and taking in the view," he said looking out into the setting sun over the water past the boardwalk. Of course there were the bikini clad girls walking but Patrick didn't mention them at the moment. Had he known Sloane swung both ways, he was sure he would have had lots to things to say about them, but that was one thing that he hadn't learned about her yet.
"So, what are you doing here then?" he asked, his posture and tone exuding nonchalance in a way that only Patrick could.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Jan 6, 2011 9:31:05 GMT -5
"I aim to please." Sloane smirked, leaning back against her chair to carefully examine the boy. From his unkempt hair, down to his perpetually amused look she'd seen more than enough of in school, to his lazy posture like he couldn't care less about anything. Dare she say it, this boy was a male version of herself.
She gave out a surprised laughter at his question and shook her head. "Of course not...just not a lot of people come here alone just to get beer..." she let her voice trail as she followed his gaze to the scantily clad girls walking and roller blading by the pier. She chuckled understandingly. "And spy on the skins." She said, just in time as he explained his situation how he was 'taking in the view' so to speak.
"Me?"
The beer came and the waitress left with a lingering gaze at Sloane's company. Hmph, straight as a ruler this one. No matter. Sloane had an inbox full of girls who were willing, if Sloane were so inclined. She didn't mind repeats, as long as they were worth her while.
Sloane could have told him that the pier was her haunt. That would have been pathetic wouldn't it? She rarely had time to herself what with her booming social calendar. No, not really. Sloane had a lot more time to herself now, more than she wanted. Without someone dictating her social life [what boyfriends or girlfriends usually do, in Sloane's mind anyway], Sloane found herself running by the pier more often that not.
Tonight, she just wanted to hang loose. It was just fortunate she found company so early into the evening. Talk about lucky.
She gripped the bottom part of the beer bottle before leaning forward to meet the lip halfway. She took a slow sip, just stalling. Once she was done, she leaned back, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb before inserting it between her lips, sucking on it lightly.
"Had nothing to do at home. Thought I might...sight see." She waved her hand in the general direction of the beach, ignoring the fact that the sun was setting and the beach was about to turn into a mass of inky darkness.
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Post by Patrick Donovan on Jan 6, 2011 11:46:11 GMT -5
"Well, please you certainly do," Patrick grinned. It was no secret that Sloane was easy on the eyes and if she put out like everyone claimed she did, this was a win-win as far as Patrick was concerned. While Patrick had no problem having regulars in the bedroom department he didn't like when emotions got brought into the equation. He hated suddenly playing the part of boyfriend just because he slept with a girl and the next day she was upset about something completely unrelated. Sure, he'd done it - he was too nice to completely turn someone away, but usually that was the point where he started avoiding said party.
Maybe he'd settle down one day, but for now, Patrick was 17 and he just wanted to have fun. He wasn't even going to consider setting down until after college...maybe not even until he was 30. Patrick of course was realistic enough to know that things didn't always work out as planned, but he wasn't planning to fall head over heels for anyone anytime soon and that was the point. He wasn't actively looking for anything past sex, maybe a blow job.
He watched as Sloane checked out the girls and called him out on his 'view'. He wasn't the slightest bit embarrass and that was very clear in his casual shrug, "Guess you've got me," he said innocently. But had Sloane just checked them out too? He thought there was something about that look in her eye as they past... He wouldn't bring it up yet in case he was wrong, but if he was right...well, that was majorly hot.
The waitress came with Sloane's beer and Patrick gave her another charming smile. He wasn't really into her as Sloane was much better looking, but he always maintained flirting with a waitress, especially when using his fake id. Seeing that she hadn't carded either of them, he knew it was working.
"Sightseeing, huh," she said glancing back out at the setting sun, "it is nice...this is one thing you miss on the East Coast," he commented as that was where he'd spent the majority of the past 3 years. "So, you weren't meeting anyone or anything?" he asked, giving her a look. "I was actually thinking about heading home once the sun set but I could be persuaded to stick around," he said, being blunt now as he took another swig of his beer. It was half empty now and he figured he could nurse it till Sloane finished hers. He kind of wanted to get straight to business but he wouldn't mind getting drunk first if that's what she preferred.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Jan 6, 2011 14:39:57 GMT -5
The sleaze factor that oozed from Sloane's company was so familiar, the redheaded girl had to chuckle. Not many could pull it off without offending and this boy could certainly do just that. Then again, he was complimenting Sloane and Sloane was quite easy to please.
Had she known Patrick's train of thought, she would have scoffed at him and as they were at her disposal, she would call all the people she had hooked up with and ask them to recount all their sob stories that always ended with: "And Sloane left. She doesn't even know my name." Unlike her male counterpart, Sloane had no plans of settling down. She didn't want to be confined to one partner and bear children or get a pet. It was a good plan now.
"Guess I did," she replied, her eyes still trained on the girls just off Patrick's shoulders. The look her new acquaintance gave her was met with a smirk. She didn't have any qualms mentioning she wasn't exclusive to one specific gender but since he didn't ask, she didn't say. She was sure the topic would come up but until then, no harm in checking him out fully.
At the mention of the East Coast, Sloane gathered he was new because of that, that he had moved. That was a far move, she thought to herself. He was not one to beat around the bush and she was actually grateful for that. She was itching to go but something held her back. She looked up at Patrick with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow. "The least you could do is buy me dinner." She teased. She wasn't expecting him to, obviously. The past few months after the initial breakup, Sloane hadn't been out on a 'date' and she actually didn't care.
"What would it take to persuade you to stick around?" She took a long swig from the beer bottle. "I'm not going to lie. Sticking around isn't exactly my personal plan."
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Post by Patrick Donovan on Jan 7, 2011 12:01:27 GMT -5
Patrick had never really thought of himself as sleazy. He'd always thought of it as just being smooth, so, he'd have been surprised to find out that Sloane thought he was sleazy, even if she was comparing him to herself.
Upon seeing her smirk, he was pretty positive she'd been checking out the girls? But how was he supposed to bring something like that up? Patrick was by no means shy but the last time he'd mentioned a threesome to a girl he'd gotten slapped across the face and he was pretty certain that this fell into the same category. Not really wanting to chance getting slapped again, he thought it was best to drop the subject and only bring it up once he had more concrete evidence.
Dinner? Normally, Patrick would have inwardly groaned, but it was easy to sense that Sloane wasn't being completely serious. It was all part of their mutual flirtation game and Patrick was willing to play along. "Anything you desire," he grinned, knowing full well that if she did have the balls to call him out on the dinner thing, he'd gladly oblige. Patrick had plenty of money to buy girls dinner. He just usually preferred the after dinner part.
"Well, than we'll rain check on that dinner then," Patrick said, his lips graced with another slow smirk. He didn't bother answering the first part of her question as the answer was rather obvious and they both knew it. "Shall I get the check?" he asked her with a gleam in his blue eyes that shown as he lifted his sunglasses due to the dimness of the sun finally disappearing over the ocean. It wasn't completely dark yet but it would be before long. It was cool by the beach and the heat lamps were being turned on on the patios and the bikini clad girls were throwing on zip up hoodies as they heading for their cars.
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Post by Sloane Taylor on Jan 10, 2011 17:42:57 GMT -5
"That would probably be best," Sloane held back a chuckle, causing her smirk to flicker. She turned to the waitress who was still eyeing the boy in Sloane's company. "Sweetheart, check please?" Her voice rang clear through the small area. She took a gulp of her beer, licking her lips slowly, her eyes going up to Patrick's. They were blue. Really, really blue.
She gave a sound of discontent when the girls started huddling themselves up in their jackets and what have yous. "That's a mighty waste." She said even as her arms started to tingle with goosebumps at the cold. The check came over and Sloane let Patrick pay. It was the least he could do. She pushed back her chair and let Patrick lead the way.
Nothing wrong with letting a guy show chivalry every now and then. "You hang out with Haden and Jay a lot don't you?" She asked, suddenly up for small talk.
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