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Post by Lonestar on Jul 30, 2010 2:39:01 GMT -5
The loud thumping of the base coming from the house could be heard inside of the SUV even with the radio blaring local mexican tunes loud enough to were any gossip spewing from the mouths of the girls in the backseat was drowned out. Leaning forward, a hand with perfectly manicured red powder tipped nails turned the knob of the stereo down while its partner held down the power window button, the passengers in the black van suddenly silent, the excited tension filling the air. A slow grin pulled at the edges of glossy pink lips as the car pulled up behind another vehicle and Luisa put her Explorer into park, all four sets of eyes trained upon the house where the music originated from, watching as people with red plastic cups in their hands traipsed in and out of the doorways. "Luisa, I thought you said this was going to be a kick ass fiesta. I don't see any guapo latinos aquí." Attention is deflected from the party to the whiney voice in the backseat, eyes rolling within sockets while gaze shifts to her friend in the driver’s seat, sending her a 'why did we bring her again?' look. Coming had been all Luisa's idea, but Ninya had been overly willing to come. Parties were familiar scenes: places to lose your world and enter into another and right about now she needed an escape from the infierno that was her life. At first, she had been under the impression that it would just be her and her best friend going, but when Maria and Isabel had shown up in Maria's bright red 1999 Mustang her father had overhauled for his daughter, the prospect of having a good time faded away. She was ok with Isabel when she was on her own, but Maria and she had never got along. The other essa did not know what it was like to have to work for something and expected everything to go her way and it did not set well with her that Niyna would not roll over to do what she wanted at the snap of her fingers. Despite her reservations about going with Maria, the lass had come and was now starting to regret her decision to ride in the same vehicle with the spoiled chica. Fist clenched, an intense urge to punch the other girl boiling within her, but she knew better than to act so stupidly impulsive. Although Maria was annoying as hell, making enemies with her and her family was not a smart move for anyone that lived in their neighborhood. Sighing, Niyna tried to ignore the other girl and pushed open the door to step out onto the sidewalk before shutting it and turned around to lean in through the open window. You complain too much Maria. If you don't want to be here you can walk home in your cheap ass zapatos. Come on, I'm tired of sitting here. The fiesta is there, not here. Using her finger to emphasis her words, the mujer grinned at the girls still in the car before spinning upon her heel and starting up the walk, two inch pumps knocking against the poured concrete while she flashed smiles and replied to random people as they called out slurred greetings from their spots on the lawn. Ignoring her friends who called out her name and told her to wait up, the damsel stepped through the front door of the house, halting just inside the threshold to allow marrón depths to span the area. With the sight of a cramped house came the reminder that she would not have to deal with Maria's high pitched, nagging voice in her ear all night and it refueled her spirits, body turning halfway back to motion at Luisa with her hand in a gesture for her to hurry up. With her friend at her side, arms were linked and the braver of the two pulled the second through the crowd towards the kitchen where the kegs were set up. Grabbing two cups from a shaggy haired boy in dark gray t-shirt with a long sleeve red flannel plaid button up shirt over it and torn up jeans, she filled them both up from the closest keg, holding one out to Luisa and taking the second for herself. She paid the guy five bucks for her contribution to the alcohol buyers pool before dragging her best friend towards the living room which had been cleared for dancing and socializing, the other two girls they had come with nowhere in sight. She took a sip from her cup, her body moving subconsciously to the music while she leaned over to yell in her friend's ear over the sound. Lets show these gringos how mexicano chicas party!
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Post by william on Jul 31, 2010 14:17:52 GMT -5
[ mi sono perso ] will groaned, admitting that he was lost. the male was half aware that the party was fully started, and the two brothers weren't anywhere near the party's location. squinting, looking at a street name that he was more than positive wasn't anywhere in the directions. taka laughed, [ che c'è di nuovo? ] /what's new?/ his italian accent slurring with the language. will looked to the passenger seat, shooting a warning glance to taka. shaking his head, chest puffed out in a sigh. air released through his nostrils. making a U-turn, the jeep wrangler shifted to direct itself north. two fingers pinched the dial, the bass and volume pounding the car into the ground with the music. thumbs tapped themselves on the leather steering wheel, perhaps trying to keep himself more at ease. clearing his throat, which wasn't audible due to the music. eyes flicked left and right at every opening to a new road. taking a right, then a left. blinking, the car rolled forwards. finally. the only house in the neighborhood that was completely lit and that looked alive. parking the car halfway on the street, halfway on the curb. lights flicked off, casting a dark, deep set shadow in front of them. getting from the car, the male casually walked up the lawn. eyes switching to every person on the lawn. some made eye contact with will, others acted as if he weren't even there. taka kept up with william, his toes clipping on the back of will's flip-flops. will halted, and felt a force behind him knock his balance off. taka grabbed will's shirt, hoisting the man from falling to embarrassment. [ taka, don't follow too close, alright? ] will stated. he really wasn't in the mood to party.. which was a true shame. entering the house, brushing past people, dipping and ducking through the maze of people that were placed everywhere. meeting up with matt, a sight for sore eyes. smile beamed, and a subtle nod was given to the friend along with a small hand-shake action. [ 'ey man. ] small introductions to a conversation were made. the two angled their bodies so they faced the crowd. shoulder blades met the wall behind them, body weight leaning against it. scrutinizing the party and the members in it. matt handed william a plastic red cup. will took it, looking inside at the liquid. hand made small round movements, eyes watched as the liquid lapped up around the brim of the container. finally, taking a sip, the alcohol settling in the back of his throat, slowly burning down. it felt good, in a weird, settling way. the cup was completely drained, and refilled. then drained again, then refilled once more. keeping a trained eye on who entered the living room, and who was leaving. people watching was entertaining, really. matt cleared his throat, nudging will with his elbow. subtle body language for, 'hey, check out whatever i'm looking at' without saying anything. will's eyes turned to look at matt's, then followed his line of vision. eyes slowly making contact with the girls he was looking at. arching an eyebrow finely over his features, shaking his head. [ sorry matt, those kinda chicks are like fire. beautiful to look at, but too hot to touch, man. ] will chuckled, sipping on the beverage once more. however, his eyes would travel around the room, then land on the group of girls once more. however, he felt like a true creep just staring. matt shook his head, [ but man, i'm a pyromaniac. ] will shrugged, couldn't really argue with the guy. if he wanted to introduce himself, let him do it. [ go for it. ] however, will didn't know he would also be pulled into it. the duo approached the small group. it wasn't exactly casual. definitely planned. like perhaps how some guys would dance their way through the crowd, perhaps try to grind with one, then a casual conversation that would hopefully lead to some action in the backseat. yet, will wasn't exactly in the mood to be in such a situation. matt was the one that broke through a group of tight-dancing people, making it into the small opening next to the girls. will quietly followed, meeting matt by his side. will tilted his chin up slightly, creating deep shadows to cross over his features. the reason? so eyes were hidden. the lighting in the room was perfect for keeping his facial features hidden. wasn't exactly in the position to just be flaunting his life around. long story. matt arched both eyebrows, his smile was charming, trying to make it so the girls wouldn't scrunch up their faces, groan, and ditch. not something matt was up for tonight. [ hey ladies. ] he coolly stated, his lyrics loud enough to be heard over the music. he continued, seeing as he wouldn't give the girls the chance to leave. [ i'm matt. this is will. ] will was truly interested in how they would react to strangers introducing themselves. watching their body movement- arm muscles softened, hands relaxing themselves into his jean pocket. his blue polo fit just right- which was surprising. his tense nature was probably not very attractive in a guy. releasing himself, broad shoulders fell a little more limp on his frame. tongue shifted his gum in his mouth to the other molars. chewing softly, eyes slowly looked to matt, trying to see what he was up to.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 1, 2010 3:02:39 GMT -5
Dark mocha depths began to scan the crowd, prowling for a possible good time which was the whole reason she had come. She did not need anything serious; couldn't have anything serious anyway. Not with her past. Where was the fun in having a committed relationship with a guy anyway? She was not her mother; she did want to get married, settle down, and have niños all before she was twenty even though that seemed to be what the rest of the world expected from her. Times had changed; couldn't her culture realize that they needed to change along with it. Women were not just house wives anymore; expected to cook, clean and take care of children. Now they had jobs and worked just like a man would. That was what Niyna wanted: a life independent without having to rely on a male figure and no one could make her think differently. Gaze spans to her left and she sees two guys staring at her and Luisa through the crowd. She smiled then casually looked away, taking in the rest of the scene before panning back, grinning more broadly as she sees them now heading through the crowd. Nudging her best friend gently, the chica made it clear who she was looking at before body leaned back, resting against the bar's fake marble edge behind her. Friendly, open facade was turned to the pair as they approached, the front runner providing the introduction for both of them which amused her. Didn't the other one, Will was his name, ever speak for himself? Or did he prefer to let his friend talk for him? Hiding her smirk with another smile, the girl shifted forwards, shifting her weight onto one leg while facing the boys. Oye. I'm Niyna. She replied, leaving it to her friend to introduce herself which Luisa did without dely. Shifting her pools from the new acquaintances to her friend, the woman saw that she was taking an interest in Matt, finding it strange because he was obviously the easy catch, the one she would normally go after. Even worse, she found herself ignoring the apparent choice in exchange for his friend. Knowing she would end up kicking herself for it later, the vixen kept her stare trained upon Will, wondering if he would even attempt to return her look. It did not seem plausible; after all, he had been keeping his gaze everywhere, but at them. Did he have himself a novia and simply came to the party to hang out with his bud? That seemed a little droll, but she would not be one to judge just yet. Deciding to try and stir any sort of action from the tense guy, tongue ran over her lips, the revolting taste of her gloss reminding her that she had actually worn some that night before the parted, releasing smooth lyrics that could just be heard over the pumping music. So Matt, she asked, drawing his attention away from Luisa for a moment while she kept her eyes upon Will, Do you torture tu amigo? Or does he always look so aburrido? Perhaps he needs a mamacita, no? Kissers lifted to one side with a proud smirk, arm stretching across her abdomen beneath her chest to support the other arm at her elbow while hand held the red plastic cup upwards near her cheek, taking a small sip of the liquid inside while still watching to see the hombre's reaction to what she had said. At a young age, she had learned if you wanted to get someone's attention as quickly as possible, you spoke about them as if they weren't there. Usually, if it did not piss the other person off, they heard their name and would suddenly tune into the conversation, but most of the time it ended up like the first situation.
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Post by william on Aug 1, 2010 21:51:41 GMT -5
will shifted his vision to the side, catching a glance at matt. obviously the boy was tuned into the girls- not on his own bud at his side. of course. lungs pumped in stuffy-air, and slowly deflated in an exhale. bore bore bore. parties weren't interesting anymore. chewing on his gum, taking a sip from the alcoholic beverage. easy actions that provided him a good reason to not speak. hearing the ladies replies to matt, will arched an eyebrow. intriguing. they answered. will was very surprised they took the time to speak to the males. like will said, too hot to touch. eyes shifted to the movement in one girl. slouching on the counter. gaze watched her, educating himself about her body language. it was simple. didn't over-dramatize her movements. eyes brushed over her features, locking onto her eyes- which were like statues. locked-on his own. breath was caught in his throat for a moment, until breathing pace became regular. wait, what was her name? his attention span wasn't applied onto the ladies when they pronounced their names and introduced themselves. tilting his head forwards lightly, chin only slightly tucked itself. watching her from underneath his eyelashes casually, hearing her speak about him- as if he weren't even there. hmm. obviously trying to catch his attention, eh? chuckling to himself, a smirk that drew itself across one side of his face appeared. she mixed english and spanish together, however, will was glad he actually understood the language. matt was slightly taken back, a confused look gleamed in his eye. obviously not understanding why one would pull his friend into the conversation. will felt his friend tense up beside him, will shrugged his shoulders. [ bored? me? why no, ragazza. ] italian vocals broke from him. taking a small step forwards, perhaps so he would be the one with the upper hand. to be the dominant one in the conversation. advancing himself towards the duo, obviously making sure to them that he didn't exactly know where to draw the line. [ and a mamacita? depends. who would be the donna fortunata? ] he smirked. matt chuckled along with will's lyrics- obviously entertained. with this, will's torso bent. drawing him forwards. hands reached out, placing his plastic cup on the counter behind the one who spoke. she was dangerously close, seeing as her breath was felt on his neck. pulling back slowly, weight even in his entire body. the action to drop his cup on the counter was well.. not exactly how he wanted it to be. preferably something not too close to the girl next time. the only thing coming from it being at least they knew he wasn't afraid to test himself. will honestly didn't know when to cross the line, and when to draw one. he was more of a head-first, spontaneous fellow. right arm reached up and over his head, fingers scratching the back of his skull. arm dropped, relaxing at his side. matt sighed, body turning towards the one who has seemingly taken a liking to him. he was obviously in the mood for something tonight. will, however, wasn't expecting anything to come out of tonight. expectations weren't high, or anything. waiting for a response, maybe a small situation to come from this. maybe she'd cuss him out in spanish, while he just laughed. or perhaps she'd get offended, and storm off? or maybe, she'd play his little game. either way, the male would be highly entertained.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 2, 2010 1:00:50 GMT -5
One side of kissers lifted as the boy finally came to his senses and noticed she was watching him, suppressing the laugh that bubbled at the back of her throat at the surprise it seemed to draw from him. Skull tilted sideways, making her staring more obvious now as the dull lighting from one of the few dimmed bulbs set in the ceiling shone down upon the tanned planes of her face, accentuating the high cheek bone and the darkness of her eyes. A thrill of triumph ran through her system as her words did exactly what she intended them to do and drew his attention so much to her that it seemed he no longer recognized that his buddy and her friend were still standing there. To be frank, she had almost forgotten that as well she had become so intent upon the seemingly mysterious male that kept his face hidden from sight as if afraid someone would know him. It was seriously strange behavior to her because she did not know who he was, did she? The name Will or William did not ring a bell in her mind. Suddenly, it hit her that perhaps he had seen her with Carlos. Sockets narrow and instead of looking at the bloke in a curious way, she began to scrutinize who he was, trying to decide if he was one of the rival gang members or not. With some people, it was hard to tell if you were not looking for the signs, but most pledges had all the same little quirks. They seemed suspicious of everyone, never stepping away from the protection of their group unless they were confident of their own ability and the security of their turf, but most tended to grab girls where they could, knowing it was best to stay away from steady relationships because of the lifestyle they led and although the first fit the stranger, the second did not. Only time could tell the chica what he really was and so she relaxed again on the surface, adopting her same smug smirk while remaining watchful beneath. Niyna was not directly connected to the Rebeldes, but because of where she lived and the connections her deceased father had with the group, she felt a strange aversion to the rival gangs. Perhaps it was because they did not just go after the members, but the innocents; family, friends, and sometimes even random bystanders simply because they were in the way. It was a disgusting way to conduct business and remained one of the many reasons she hated all of their types. If this forastero proved to be among one of the white groups that were constantly at war with the Rebeldes, she would not hesitate to call Carlos and have the gringo taken care of, as much as she hated her ex-boyfriend and all that he stood for. Thoughts of gangs and the like were dismissed at the words that escaped from Will in reply to what she said, her chocolate surfaces sparkling with excitement, a ready reply on her tongue. ¿No estas aburrido? ¿Por qué aparece tan? Vocals question entirely in her own language, adjusting the speech in such a way in order to pay him back for speaking in a tongue that was foreign to her although the accent was enough like that of a spanish speaker that she was led to believe it was italian. His understanding of her words had been a mild surprise, but was not one she had dwelled upon. If he wanted to be trilingual, let him try to keep up with her lyrics spoken completely in spanish. Chin tilted upwards slightly, a challenge flashing at him when he stepped forward, trying to show her he was not a pussy to lay over while she spoke her piece. Now the vixen understood why she had been attracted to him the instant he had walked over and Matt had introduced him: he represented a challenge, one that she could not have gained from his friend or even from her ex. Toying with him would be chasing a thrill that had gone unprovoked for years before now. Confident grin met his next words, not needing to be an expert at his language to know what he had said. Brows raised slightly at the new acquaintance’s next move, the close proximity bothering her none at all, but instead brought her immense enjoyment. Still watching him as he pulled away, the girl set her glass down beside his, smiling devilishly. "Niyna." She heard Luisa's warning, but ignored it and instead stepped forward, lifting her arm till it rested upon Will's shoulder, draping across his back while body pressed against his side, finally getting a close enough glimpse at the guise he hid from everyone else. The hombre had accepted her dare and now it was time to see if he could tango with it. ¿Afortunada mujer? Maybe it will be you who is fortunate tonight, gringo. With a haughty smile upon her lips, Niyna leaned in closer, making sure her breath would be felt upon his face and neck. It was too bad the man might have worried about limits or lines in the sand because the fea had no limits or worries about crossing an unseen line. Life was dangerous so why not live it as it was intended to be lived?
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Post by william on Aug 2, 2010 17:12:20 GMT -5
the street hoodlum only shifted his weight. tongue rolled over his lip, followed by his front teeth gripping onto his lower lip. cocking his head, neck stretching to it's limit on one side. chewing on his gum for a moment, the muscle in his jaw line thickened when he grinded his back molars together. hmm. she tensed for a second, her smile wasted. until she seemed to think for a moment, and regained her composure. perhaps the lighting hit him correctly, features caught. perhaps she had seen him around before, no? and to think, perhaps she was in that.. latino gang. with this thought- the male exhaled quickly, laughing quietly to himself. he was pretty positive the girl couldn't stand being out on the streets alone. with those heels? wouldn't be able to run from a thing. attention regained after a moment of rummaging through his thoughts. her language was thick, and fast. not even catching a single word. shrugging, playing it off. he really didn't feel like taking too much time for this girl. besides, he wasn't exactly interested in fighting to get a girl's attention. the la stidda gang kept him on alert, and he couldn't exactly protect himself, taka, and another life at the moment. even though taka knew how to handle himself, and didn't need too much protection. clearing his thoughts when movement advanced in his direction. guard slunk away, however, when he just noticed that the girl had just pounced to his side. arm lightly draped over his shoulders, dangling farther down his spine. he could've swore that her thumb was right above his brand mark from the la stidda. her body pressed against his. he knew she was glancing up at him, obviously getting a true good look at his features. either she was the one who was shallow, and would like to know if he was good looking or not- or she was.. well.. a spy. highly un-likely though. a smirk cleaned up his face as he smiled at his thoughts. hearing her friends tone that was supposed to alert the girl into not doing what she was doing. arching an eyebrow at her friend, finally catching this girl's name. niyna. interesting. right hand made a light fist, rubbing the back of his fingers along his raw jaw. bottom jaw stuck out, chewing on his gum- as if he were deciding to take the girl up on her offer, or to just ditch her and go for a ride in the car. hmm. his left arm linked it's way around the girl's waist, fingers lightly gripped the girl's hipbone. her breath hot on his neck. obviously intended. so, she liked being seductive, eh? obviously doesn't care what people think, because, well, several girls' eyes were trained on this girl's back. obviously jealous. will slightly chuckled, laughing to himself. will's met plenty of girls like this one, and they all get old. lose their spice and flame once in a more serious relationship. it's like they lost their personality- and everything that came with it. shame, truly. matt's eyes looked over the duo, not exactly liking that will got the first pick. however, will could care less. the man forced will to come over there- why not have fun? [ certo. ] vocals were rather sarcastic as he only agreed for the hell of it. [ andiamo. ti piacerebbe..? ] he motioned to the dancing crowd. he shouldn't even have asked, because, well, he took a step back. and with his light grip on her hip, she was bound to follow. people brushed up on will, as he lightly moved to the center of the floor. either he could keep walking, and escape the house where the two could take a midnight stroll on the concrete. or they could remain at the party. get wasted, dance, then ditch one another till possibly the next party. either way, he was aware that she wasn't someone that he would fully trust. well, he didn't exactly trust anyone anymore, except for taka. the gang was no longer worthy to be held with valuable information about him. they no longer could know any more about will then they know- seeing as he wasn't even officially in the gang. nowhere close to it. it was a long story, and the past was nothing to dwell on. gang members killed his brother, nolan, and will only wants revenge. and the girl at his hip.. might just be his tool for getting his revenge that he desired for so bad. however, his brain was processing rather too fast to even be correct. hell. he didn't even know who this girl was. only that she was latino. that didn't mean she was bound to the gang that he was tied to forcefully. clearing his throat, they reached the middle of the dance floor. rather crowded, really. hmm, he was going to do something he really didn't feel like doing. getting to know this girl. organs did a subtle flip, knowing alone this girl would probably collapse- and turn into a shy girl. if so, he'd probably just run ahead. besides, that girl wouldn't be able to keep up in those shoes. maneuvering himself so he was outside, eyes giving a quick scan around. nobody he truly wanted to see. oh well. he was only slightly pumped to get into a real quick fight. a simple brawl. yet, nobody seemed to be in the mood. another shame.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 3, 2010 1:14:43 GMT -5
When the girl pressed closer and got a glimpse of the boy's face, she was pleased and a little surprised to find that he was more handsome than she had expected him to be. At first, her only intentions in invading his personal space was to set him off his guard perhaps and make sure he knew that he could not hide his face from her as he had been trying to since they met, but now she found an ulterior motive while dark depths hooded by thick eyelashes surveyed his features. His complexion had more of an olive tone to it than pale like most normal Caucasian people with british heritance, strengthening her suspicions that he had some different foreign blood coursing through those veins. Forcing her sudden intrigue in him to the back of her mind, the maiden forced eyes to focus upon his which were turned to look at Luisa with an interested cock to his brow. She had made herself and intentions perfectly well known and yet the man tried to seem as if he were pondering choosing her or another boring night alone which really appeared to be no contest in her eyes. Will's display of running his fist along the length of her chin as if the decision were that hard flared up the fiery temper that ran so famously in her family. Sweet smile dropped instantly, sockets narrowing in his direction. For a moment, she debated pushing him away roughly and shouting cuss words at him in spanish that he would fully deserve, but his arm then wound its way around her hips and he was saved the embarrassment. Triumphant grin came to mask again as chin tilted upwards, lips pressing closer to his ear. Good choice. She whispered, hiding the words from their friends and slowly leaning away, giving him more space than she had since coming to his side. Gaze left him and fell upon her friend, his chuckle rumbling through his chest, the essa acutely aware of the vibrations it caused within his cavity. Luisa looked at her disapprovingly and shook her head; Niyna simply smiled back and mouthed "I'll find you later" before turning and nodding at the question he had asked, not needing to know the language spoken to understand. With her figure pressed against his, the pair moved slowly through the crowd, strangers bumping into them from all sides, but it seemed that no one appeared to notice or care. That was usually how it was at parties. Make shift dance floors that were usually created by clearing out the living room much like this one was always ended up over flowing with bodies and some were even forced to find another place to move in order to avoid getting elbowed or punched in the face. Their progression stopped as they came to the middle of the dance floor, people quickly closing in around them to fill in the hole created by their path inside the mass. Allowing the music to take over her brain, the chica began to move her body with the beat as if it was made just for her to dance to, free hand lifting from her side to push the loose strands that had fallen out of her bun from her face. She had expected him to pick up her movements and start to dance with her, but when he didn't she stopped and looked up at his face with a questioning look, perfectly manicured eyebrow raising at him. ¿Qué pasa? What's wrong? Tunes ask before arm fell from his shoulder, head tilting in curiosity before he started toward the door. Sighing and unable to protest, she followed his lead, stepping out onto the front porch from where she had entered and breathing in the fresh air, suddenly realizing how humid and smoke filled the house had been. Attention turned to Will, an expecting look across features while she waited for him to explain as to why he had taken her from the party and the dancing when she saw that his eyes were turned elsewhere. Rolling orbs within their sockets, her hand reached up to grip his arm and jerked him to look at her, pushing him back into the shadows of the house as some consequence. Listen, cabrón, you can't drag me around everywhere like I'm some punta, ok? If you didn't want to have a good time you should have just told me. There were plenty of other chicos in there. Arms crossed in front of her chest as she faced him off, pretty pissed that he had led her on only to waste her time. Suddenly, the sound of a car driving by with loudly playing mexican rap was heard, the brakes squealing as the driver pulled up to the house. With her heart pounding, the girl glanced towards the curb to find her worst nightmare realized: it was Carlos and his gang buddies coming for a good time. Panic flooded throughout her system and she turned with wild eyes to Will, arms unfolding as she reached out for him. Kiss me. Kiss me now. I'll explain later just do it, por favor. Glancing back towards the street, she saw the guys start to get out, knowing she was out of time to wait for his reaction. Looking back at him, her hands wrapped themselves in his shirt and pulled him towards her, lips locking with his as she backed up till she collided with the brick wall of the house, trying to keep them from noticing who she was at all costs. Arms wrapped around his neck, Niyna made sure it looked like a real hot and heavy kiss while also trying to keep it from getting too sloppy. She might have been kissing him entirely for her own sake with her mind on other things, but that did not mean she would completely loose it and start making out like a fish. The mexicanos were walking up the walkway to the house now because she could hear their cat calls, whistles, and exclamations in spanish. Carlos' voice could be heard over all of them as he called her a whore, their laughter erupting in consequence. Rage boiled hot within her, but she kept herself from blowing her cover and instead directed all that energy at poor Will. Arching her back, the vixen pressed tighter against his body, losing her mind for a moment when she rolled his lower lip between her teeth and bit down gently. Suddenly, she wished her ex knew it was her caught between the stranger and the house because she wanted the satisfaction of him knowing that she would do whatever the hell she wanted and he could not dictate her life. With her mind completely enraptured with this thought, the lass did not realize that the group had passed them until she suddenly pulled away and found none of them in sight. Breathing a little heavily, gaze turned back to look at her partner-in-crime, staring at his guise for a minute before letting her arms fall from his neck, no remorse showing in the expression that met him. I needed a cover from those guys. So, gracias.
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Post by william on Aug 4, 2010 15:53:40 GMT -5
the lad ignored the girl when she asked him what the matter was. there was no matter. the male's lungs filled their capacity with the outside air. refreshing, really. at first, the lass followed rather casually. then she started to squirm, obviously not the type who didn't just... lay back and let whatever happen. oh well. arm dropped from her, then dangled at his side. as her sharp words snapped at him, droning on his ear, his hand slid into his pocket. grabbing his pack of cigarettes, taking the paper carton out. two fingers pinched at one cigarette, removing it from the pack. shoving the rest of the carton back into his pants, the two fingers plucking the cigarette into his lips. front teeth held the wrapped nicotine, while lips parted barely. tip of his tongue flicked the end of the cigarette that was in his mouth, the outer-end of the cigarette bobbing in the air. eyes narrowed at the girl when she seemed to finally have shut up. her mouth only pouted, her vision staring across the lawn behind will. as he watched her, he noted that she had some sort of potential in her. she wasn't exactly one to be controlled, obviously. scratching the back of his head, left hand snatched the un-lit cigarette from his mouth as he thought he was going to say something. as if to tell her off, that she could go join the party and that he needed a smoke. and that perhaps he'd re-join her. well, he had nobody else to go to. taka was out. matt was most likely to be with that latino. heart took a sudden splurge. [ and you didn't have to follow me. ] voice trailed, watching as she wasn't exactly listening to his monotone vocals raining pointless whatever he was saying. his vision was distracted, moving over the interior house. eyes reflecting the lights the house carried inside. shadows looming out at the duo of the dancing silhouettes of teens that rolled near the entrance of the door. at first, he was positive he didn't hear the girl correctly. cocking a brow, looking down at the female. [che? what? ] he repeated himself in english, knowing italian wouldn't really help him in this type of situation. she seemed confident in proving something. well, was she going to use will to her own advantage? he was going to turn around and see what made this girl in such a fuss, her fuse was running short. panicky-like, she reached out, grabbing onto him- directing his attention away from the curb and onto her. eyes narrow, slits forming. what was she doing? her fingers gripping his shirt's fabric, and pressure was found on his lips. taking in a deep, shocked breath, catching the girl's thick scent flooding him. eh, even if he were being used, he didn't mind. for the first few moments, he just let her do most of the work. finally, he decided to officially join in. left arm with the cigarette wrapped around her waist. he felt the cold brick of the house upon his forearm, knowing the girl had backed up against the house. mouth formed into hers, rather more rough than what he imagined himself to do. odd. hearing a passing group, calls were made towards the couple. the muscle in will's jaw tightened, as hated those kind of people. either jealous, or just trying to impress. but if he did anything, will would be a hypocrite. him and his amicos did the same thing. right hand formed a fist, the italian male knew his veins enlarged with the pumping of his blood. lips raised from the girl's for a moment, forehead resting against her's for only a moment. in that moment, he debated whether telling them off or just continuing with his night. however, he relaxed his arm- letting his open palm hit the building behind the duo. with this posture, the male relaxed into the girl. his weight was supported by the wall as he leaned on it. elbow was slightly bent, neck was slightly craned down to the girl. obviously the kiss was ending, cause she lightly pulled from him, taking his bottom lip in-between her front teeth. once he felt the girl drop from him, he pulled away. hand dropping from the building behinds her, releasing her. taking a half-step away from her, cigarette plucked into his mouth again. right hand flicked the lighter on, left hand covering the cigarette and flame from the wind. the flame warmed his features, lighting them up. taking a deep inhale, blowing smoke out. hand rubbed along his chin, watching the girl. turning behind him, trying to look at who provoke this girl. he saw nothing in particular.. turning back to her, right hand took the cigarette out of his mouth as he spoke. blowing out all the smoke in his lungs out of his mouth that formed a small circle. [ i'm guessin' an ex? or boyfriend. 'ey, i don't judge. ] he stated. hmm, if it were a boyfriend, he didn't exactly hang with this pazzo girl. he didn't need any more haters. shrugging one shoulder, [ di niente. ] he replied, [ well, de nada. ] speaking the small knowledge of the language that he barely knew. eyes shifted towards the door that was only a few meters away. perhaps the group that was hollering were the ones she had to get away from. to hide herself. interesting.. the butt of the cigarette was flicked to the floor, then crushed by the tip of his shoe. the crumbled pieces of the cigarette would be blown away by morning. feeling the beat inside the house rock his joints, he pointed his chin inside. [ wanna dance? ] he casually asked.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 5, 2010 3:00:55 GMT -5
Curiously, the girl watched him pop the cig back into his mouth after pulling away, bending his head slightly towards cupped hands, the fire flickering as a small flame and allowing her an even better view of his features, the light touching some places while the shadows remained in the dips beneath his cheekbones, nose and chin. In general, she did not care for smoking, but could not judge him if it was a habit he had adopted. The essa was not his madre, familia, or novia and therefore had no reason to care what the choices he made in life were. If he choose to use two packs a day that was his own business. Her body remained relaxed against the house, palms resting upon the cold brick, loving the feel of it upon her skin as she spread her fingers out wide. Mind kept returning to the kiss, viewing it with a clear mind because the time for urgency had past. He had seemed a little hesitant at first, perhaps ticked that she had ruined his plan for an immediate smoke, but had eventually humored her and thought it worthwhile to participate. For a last minute impromptu, the kiss hadn't been half bad and the chica would not have minded if he came back for more although, she did not expect that to happen. It had been kind of cute the way his body had suddenly tensed up when those pendejos had yelled remarks at them in spanish and she felt a strange urge to rewind time so she could feel the stiffness of his jaw with her fingertips. Focusing her gaze, the damsel admired the chiseled, bold cut of his chin, finding an irresistible yearning to explore the area with her lips. Sharply sculpted jaw lines had always been a feature the lass particularly enjoyed to find in men, but her standards had slacked when it came to her most recent endeavor seeing as Carlos had fatter cheeks that gave him a baby face sort of appearance. Disgusted with herself for comparing the two men, Niyna redirected her thoughts, watching as a stream of smoke flowed past the male's slightly parted lips, his question bringing an amused smirk to her facade. Ex. Any novio of mine would have to have huevos to keep me. Carlos is nothing but a panocha. She spit out, nearly literally spitting at the last word. Singular eyebrow raised in slight surprise at the bloke when he told her it was nothing in her own language, again bringing a laugh past her kissers. Will was turning out to be more interesting than she had at first expected him to be. Perhaps the night would not be such a waste. Hooded pools remained on him as he looked around and stomped out his joint, a reluctant look following his offer. Sí. I would love to, pero going back in there with me to dance will lead to a lucha and you would make plenty of new enemigos. Looking back at him, eyes sparkled a little with mischief while tunes warned him of the dangers he risked. Part of her knows that although she would enjoy the thrill playing so idiotically with fire, in the end the night would end up in chaos. In all reality, the woman was not overzealous to see a fight break out tonight and had actually come here to avoid such drama until the joker had shown up. Phone beeped from where she had it hidden in her bra and she shifted her weight forward, not in the least bit shy as she reached around to her side, hand down inside her dress to retrieve the device. Pulling it out, she saw she had a message from Luisa and opened it, smirking at the information it contained. Carlos is here with Maria hanging all over him. He saw me and is looking for you. Little punta. She cursed, rapidly texting her best friend back with a message that told her to not wait up her when they left because she could find an alternate ride home. He is looking for me now. One of the chicas who rode with me here must have told him about the party. This isn't the usual crowd. Still holding her phone in her hand, the fea glanced up and updated Will on the situation before glancing around at the others scattered across the lawn: some couples were getting busy, some people were inhaling weed, and all of them were drinking. Some sights were just plain pathetic.
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Post by william on Aug 5, 2010 15:54:42 GMT -5
looking at the debris of the cigarette on the ground, watching how it crumpled and slathered itself over the flooring of the porch. it wasn't exactly his fault for getting the habit. and it wasn't entirely a bad habit. it felt good to smoke a joint. more relaxed, calm and mellow. something will needed in his hectic life that consisted fighting, drug dealing, parties, and death. he watched her study him. her dark pools scanning over his features without a limit. hmm, perhaps she thought of him different now that she found out he was a smoker. now what a shame. yet, will never let guilt hit him in irritation. he was a smoker, who cares. he wasn't going to change for any ragazza. watching her answer his desired question of who she seemed to dread- an ex. hmm. obviously one she never wished to see or talk to again. bad breakup, eh? her sentence consisted of plenty of the spanish language. two eyebrows knitted themselves together, one eyebrow arching a little, creating a fine wrinkle on his forehead. rather confused with the spanish nouns that he never heard of. however, the hiss in her vocals when talking about him sounded rough. but she said his name. carlos. damn. the name sounded so familiar with the set of vocals that hollered at the duo. the tip of his tongue ran along the front of his teeth, then fell, slowly melting on his bottom lip. overseeing the crowd inside, not catching this male named carlos, and perhaps know why this guy struck such a chord with will. attention designated at the girl, whose position changed. now planted on the side of the house, as if soaking in it's coldness the brick provided. narrowing his eyes, smirking at her pose. hearing her speak of a fight, and new enemies only made his smile broaden. dimple formed a small little dip on his cheek, giving a cute little innocence to him, almost. his last fidanzata thought he was at his most charming when he smiled. too bad, in the end, she ruined will. eh, girls will be girls. grabbing gum from his pocket, popping the mint flavor into his mouth. he hated people who smelled like an ashtray. however, with this gum and the cologne he used before coming out- he didn't have to worry about smelling of alcohol or smoke. [ i'll take the chances. besides, i think i can take someone tonight. ] he stated, providing a small wink in the direction towards the girl. hopefully she didn't under-estimate the male and his fighting skills. sure, his torso was crazy full of scars from previous fights. some tattoos and a brand to indicate his worthiness and dedication to the gang. on his shoulder blade, the brand mark of the la stidda. scars just curved over his chest and ribcage. while he had 'palma non sine pulvere' /no reward without effort/ tattooed on his lower abdomen. the letters disappear underneath his waistline. hearing a beep come from the girl's chest. uhh. will only flicked an eyebrow up, giving a small chuckle to ease comical effect to his action. watching the girl's torso dip and twist. her hand sinking below the fabric and snatching a cell phone. interesting. well, wasn't that handy? bras for pockets. smirk only slightly twitched at the edges of his lips. it faded slightly as she told him that this carlos was looking for her. the girl's features were lit up from the cell phone's screen as her nails drilled into the buttons on the phone. usual crowd? arching an eyebrow, this was true. there were a lot of random groups here tonight. usually only one group would host a party. but there were preps, jocks, scene kids, latinos- and just a mix of everything, really. a tad bit abnormal. however, it was a party. and will was glad that people were having fun, mixing together, and gaining new friends from outside of their cliques. the girl's vision shifted from his. moving onto the others that were around the yard. his followed, torso slightly twisted as he did a quick glance of the others around him on the lawn. [ usual crowd, eh? ] he commented, as if taking offense to it. however, he didn't really care that some of his amicos and him joined in at this house party. chuckling, he added, [ cosi, whatchya wanna do? ] he asked, weight shifting feet. body shifted backwards. elbows propped themselves on the porch's wooden railing. looking down, two fingers plucked the chipping paint off of the wood. flicking it into the bushes that layered themselves at the base of the house. looking back at the girl, waiting for her to say something.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 8, 2010 22:37:47 GMT -5
Analyzing gaze lifted to the man at his brave words, vision narrowing as if trying to figure out what was going on within the man's head. It was obvious he was looking for a fight; with the ready conjecture at the warning she gave and his tensed moment earlier in reaction to the haughty calls of the few Rebeles and the easy confidence with which he had spoken made her curious to see how he well he handled himself in a fight. Despite this all, the fea was still slightly reluctant to re-enter the house. What Will probably did not realize was that even if he did do well in exchanging fists and dodging knives, Carlos never did like to play fair and despised loosing, especially to someone who was considered a forastero. He constantly packed heat and tended to be over anxious to use it: the one thing that had gained him his bad ass reputation in the gang. Besides that, he had his hermanos with him and they had no honor in a one on one flight. Without needing any urging from Carlos, any of them would gladly jump in to double or triple team the bloke and the girl did not want to have to bail him out. The wink he shot her dismissed any second guesses she had about the plan however and drew a devious smile to features, the lass abandoning her position beside the house to cross the space between them, once more pressing her body close. Hand lifted to his face, fingertips brushing over the soft flesh of the cheek, tracing the area of the irresistible dimple with head tilted to one sides slightly as she marveled at how such a good looking guy could have acted so nonchalantly inside earlier. Most people did not expect anything to happen because of a hook up at a party and she was one of them so why had the gringo kept himself distant from the multitude of women gathered until she had challenged him? Not that it mattered to her really, but she could not help but wonder. Dismissing the subject from her skull, hand fell from masculine features to rest lightly upon his chest, laughter entering the air at the seemingly hurt tone to his question about the usual crowd. Lifting her palm from his shirt, the vixen pointed her forefinger and drew ancient symbols on his body, doodling simply for something to do before he came to the center of sternum and pushed gently back, a cocky half grin staring up at her companion. Si. If you like this group, you should come to a latina fiesta. I would show you how the best in the world party. Lyrics challenged, face moving closer to his for a long moment afterwards till Niyna called herself into action, growing tired of simply standing outside with nothing except a aimless conversation to hold her attention. Shifting weight forward onto the balls of her feet, touch spread down Will's torso, one hand hooking in the waistline of his jeans while the other one slipped her phone into his pocket. Leaving that one in his pocket, she edged just a little closer, lips hardly disturbing the way his hair fell on the side of his mask as she talked.Keep that safe for me, huh? Don't worry. I turned it onto silent so there won't be a party in your pants just yet. Chuckling seductively, head turned sideways when she began to pull away, parted lips grazing against jaw line, but she played nice and kept her tongue within her mouth as mass moved against him once before distance was allowed between them, arms fully extended, dragging him along by his pant loops which his fingers had hooked themselves in, a playful look meeting his gaze while they returned to the party inside. Walking past the door, the chica was forced to release the current hold she had on him, reaching instead to grasp his hand to wade through the crowd, acutely aware of the hombre almost literally breathing down her neck and the sets of eyes that followed them as they came into the house. She stopped in the middle of the dancing space people had begun to use and twirled to face him, the beat slowly seeping into her skin and her body reacted naturally. The song was slower than most, keeping her moves rather slow and almost exaggerated, but it was nice to take a break from the frenzy of keeping with a fast rhythm and gave her a chance to feel out how well of a partner Will was going to make. At first, Niyna stayed a few inches away, but it did not take her long to move closer. Spinning around, she backed up till their bodies bumped and then she got done to the serious dancing, elbow extending into the air as she reached up behind his head to rest her hand at the base of his neck, nails grazing the skin randomly as fingers completed their own nonsensical actions. By now, none around them would make the mistake of not thinking the woman with him, but that was how they wanted it, yes? After all, wasn't it apart of the thrill of dancing together that they should have haters ready to rip them apart? In all reality, the damsel had all but forgotten her ex and would care less if he came up right now, aching for a fight. She was in the zone dancing, loving the intensity that coursed through her system at moving so tight with someone else and let there be hell to pay to the person who came up and tried to interrupt the temporary bliss.
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Post by william on Aug 9, 2010 21:58:45 GMT -5
watching the girl hesitantly and curiously, tilting his head to the side. arching an eyebrow finely on his forehead, causing wrinkles to ripple in the eyebrow's wake. watching her for a moment as she studied him. cocking his head, chin slightly dipped. almost flinching-like as she inclined her hand to touch the crevasse his dimple made. as if he warmed up to her touch, he slightly leaned his head's weight into the girl's soft hand, until her hand dropped. it slightly clung to his broad chest, resting against him. she was quiet this entire time, except for a small smile. obviously content in herself. she was only a tease, of course, and he kept that aware in the back of his head constantly while around this female. he questioned most of her actions, but hardly ever spoke them out-loud. only using facial expressions and perhaps body language. looking back up to the house for a moment, adam's apple bobbed up and down his extended neck as he swallowed. feeling her fingertip cruise designs along his body, his attention and main focus grinding onto the girl. skin oddly tingled, not used to the soft touch. hooded features watched her, eyes almost squinting as he demanded why she kept in touch with him throughout this party. honestly, he didn't think that they would go this far. however, as much as he didn't want to admit it.. he was interested in her. all the other girls that stuffed themselves in the house weren't any kind of challenge. he could wink in their direction, smile, and flirt and they would ask for his number and he'd be in there. too easy, and too wasted. it was too simple, and no challenge to it. he would gain nothing from it. no entertainment. he preferred the ones that weeks later after they met he wished he had gotten their number. the interesting ones that kept him guessing. the mysterious ones that kept him curious. the girls in there, no. pathetic. however, this one.. looking down at her as she gently pushed him back. deep vocals let out a slow chuckle, accepting the playful scene. hearing her simply tell him that he needed to attend a 'fiesta', because that was where 'the real parties are'. hmm. [ oh, so.. seeing as you just invited me to another party.. i think you've taken a liking to me. eh? ] he questioned, head tilting, a cocky grin spreading wide along his features as his italian accent was bare and thick. narrowing his eyes, grin slowly degraded as he watched her move closer. gaze held still. watching mostly. seeing how far she would tempt herself to go. he truly liked to people watch. maybe even over-watched people. obviously she had grown bored of the casual talk, and decided to deepen the moment. feeling the fabric of his jeans loosen from pulling, he realized it was her hand grabbing his pant's waistline. as features kept high, eyes glanced down, watching the girl's hand movements. vision raised though, looking at the girl suspiciously, however, with enjoyment played along in his features. feeling a bulge though slip into his pocket. it felt like a cell phone along his thigh, but he couldn't exactly make sure. yet, her next set of vocals proved his thoughts to be correct. chuckling from the base of his throat, even taking a step closer to the girl. so close, neck was arched down, so features could look at the girl. [ yet. ] he repeated, jokingly, of course. watching the girl tempting her lips close to his jaw as the warmth of her body was no longer felt. however, as she grew farther from him, he felt his hips be pulled. looking down, seeing her fingers latched into several belt loops of his jeans as she softly tugged him off of the porch and into the house. he didn't mind, and followed rather closely. feeling her let go, he was only slightly saddened, until he felt her catch his bare hand. loosely looping his fingers around the back of her hand, and let her drag him into the dancing area. he followed close, toes almost hitting the back of her heel. his chest pressed against her shoulder blades, keeping close to the girl in the tight mess the packed house created. he felt like he was heavily breathing on her neck, which then he slightly pulled back, and let his arm stretch out as he still held her hand. however, he dropped it when she spun around to face him. he wasn't exactly this kind of dancer. more of a break dancer, or a grinder. but not a free for all, just dance kind of guy. besides, he could only really grind at the moment, because he didn't exactly feel like break dancing. waste of energy at these kind of places. but in the alley ways, and when he's bored with the gang, they like to host some dancing competitions between the guys. however, will never took it that seriously, and never practiced it outside the group. his body moved closer to the girls. hands lightly found the side of her hips, the beat was actually rather slow. when the girl spun around again, lightly bumping her body against his. feeling her hand slink behind his neck. his hands re-positioned themselves. however, not on the side of her hips anymore. palms were now on her hip bones, fingertips dangling a little farther down. his hips were gently pushed closer to the girl, mimicking her movements rather professionally. gaze looked to his side, catching sight of taka sitting at a bar stool. feeling a bump on his left elbow, he glanced over to growl at whoever bothered him. but facial emotions turned into a smile, seeing matt a this side with niyna's friend, whom will never caught her name. he felt bad for not paying attention for the first bit, but it didn't exactly bother him at the moment, and he doubted that later tonight he'd be really thinking about it. neck gently craned as his kips lightly brush the length of the girl's neck. mouth hovered at the start of her jaw line, as he gently retracted his features, chin tucked itself. he wasn't exactly going to makeout with this girl's neck. it wasn't exactly necessary, and it was too.. sweet. and caring. and this boy didn't even know this girl. after all, this was just a one-time thing, right?
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 11, 2010 2:27:58 GMT -5
When they entered the house, Niyna was thankful that her face as hidden from the man because the freedom gave her a chance to lose the confident smirk in exchange for a thoughtful frown that was turned towards the ground, disguising the gesture in a way that anyone might think she was trying not to step on people, toes, or any of the other random crap scattered across the carpet. As much as she enjoyed the way he happily joined in with her game, the girl simply could not get over what he had said about the fiesta. She had not replied then; did not know what to say. Sure, it was probably meant in jest and he had not intended for her to come back with an answer, but it still bugged her. Without recognizing it, the lass had offered to take him to another party: one of her own heritage. Why? It just did not make sense. Before the night even began the lady had promised herself that nothing would come out of any connections she made with any guys tonight; she was too worn out of relationships after dealing with Carlos for so long and somehow subconsciously had done just the opposite with Will. That had to be the end of it. There was no way she was going to jump back into play with yet another boy she hardly knew, not when she had only had a small taste of freedom. With a stubborn outlook, the decision was made, pushing the moment from the past to the back of her mind, but just because she did not plan on having any further outings with this chico didn't mean she could not enjoy the time for what it was, right? His hand felt warm against hers and surprisingly enough, that along with the heat from his chest and breath on her back gave the fea a secure feeling and she found herself wanting it back when he dropped further behind her to create plenty of wiggle room between them. The contented feeling returned when they began dancing together, her eyes sliding close with his hands on her hips, feeling free enough to let him guide her if she needed to move out of someone's way which did not seem like a very likely thing to happen because most of the time people simply stayed out of her path. Whether it was her looks or the haughty air that clung to her like bad perfume, everyone seemed to clear out of the direction in which the female was headed whenever she as around. It was nice and only served to boast her arrogance, but at least she knew when to check her pride at the door. Palms on her hips shifted the way they held her against the male when she turned to press her back against his chest, bodies fitting perfectly against one another when he stepped forward and quickly caught onto her movements, easily keeping with the slow pace of the beat and her few changes made to keep the dance interesting. Resting some of her weight trustingly against him, the damsel allowed her gaze to roam around the dance floor and the rest of the house, trying to judge how much time they had to carry this on before someone intervened. It might not even be Carlos who saw them first, but no matter if it was him personally or one of his crew, they all knew that he regarded her as his novia and would quickly jump into a fight where they did not belong if they caught her dancing with another guy even if she was no longer technically with their hermano. That was the one thing about gangs that never made any sense. It was a brotherhood; a familia and loyalty meant everything until you did something that ticked off the jefe then you were an outcast or a betrayer. Funny how quickly things could change for you when you ran in that crowd, living by those rules. Luckily, she found no one, but was just about to scan the area again when moist tissues coming in contact with her bare shoulder and exposed neck broke the concentration. A soft, short, barely audible moan rumbled past her lips from the back of her throat, head tilting sideways while her dancing actions slowed, savoring the feel of his kissers on her skin. Everything else disappeared, even the sound of the pumping music registered as dull thuds to her one track brain. Her ex had never done that; had never once acted like he cared whether or not she was enjoying their time together as much as he was, but it was not fair to bring Carlos into it again. Will wasn't even her boyfriend and yet she had found him more captivating than most of her other romantic partners. This whole thing was going to craps pretty fast, but she was too preoccupied with the way he felt against her to worry about it. The DJ changed the track then to a faster string, the lady instantly picking up the tempo. Without really thinking of how it would affect their dancing, her hands moved down to rest on top of his, fingers spreading wide for a moment before figure spun back around, facade immediately tilted upwards at him while arms wrapped around his neck. Breathing was slightly escalated from dancing, her deep brown surfaces almost a glassy black in the faded florescent light that the ceiling fan above them offered and they simply stared at him for a long while, the vixen adjusting the way she moved to match him instead of him having to do so to her. Facing each other somehow made each movement that much more intense because it felt more intimate, but as unfavorable as the chica had at once thought that would be, now she craved getting closer to him. Lifting herself while at the same time pulling him down, their lips made contact, this time the essa kissed solely for them, more of an experimental thing rather than a show put on to save her skin. Maybe the drake specifically was not the reason she was suddenly feeling so touchy feely, but simply the fact that she was lonely and missed being so close to someone that you could feel their heart beat and yet, Niyna doubted the logic as she tried to convince herself that such was the case. If she had been dancing right then with his friend Matt and not Will, she seriously doubted the urge to kiss him would spring up randomly in her mind. Shades had shut the instant their tissues had touched and when she pulled away they sprang back open, head tilted curiously as her hold around his neck loosened and she watched for what would come next. Within seconds, an angry 'hey!' was called out from some of the dancers and she froze to the spot, knowing without looking that it was one of the Rebeldes sorting quickly through the group to try to reach her and Will. Lifting her mouth in a half smirk up at him, an unreadable emotion flashed through her depths while she continued looking up at him. Time to prove you've got the cojones muchacho. Resisting the rebellious twinge to kiss him again, Niyna turned back around with her frame still pressed against his front and began to dance like before, trying to act as if nothing was wrong when in reality she saw one of the newer members of Carlos' little posse heading their way out of the corner of her eye when she had ducked her head. Hopefully, they would not be idiotic enough to make a huge scene, but sometimes men never really thought things through too well.
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Post by william on Aug 12, 2010 17:38:46 GMT -5
of course he had mentioned that she invited him to another party as a joke. obviously the girl had taken it into a different perspective, however, it didn't matter to will. the beat dropped into a faster paced motion. in his peripheral, everyone around them that were dancing, shifted their dancing movements into something faster to hit the new beat. the girl's body had simply tensed in shock when his lips braced her neck for a smooth moment. either surprised, or horrified. he couldn't exactly, tell, seeing as her features were looking the opposing way. though when her neck simply lengthened to the side, providing more space for his lips to move over. and he heard a soft moan, maybe. perhaps he didn't hear right. but it was so close in his ear, he was positive that he had heard right. arching an eyebrow, looking past the girl's head, making eye contact with someone whom looked familiar, but not familiar enough to where will knew how he'd known the other male, or knew it's name. and yet, the male looked almost mad at will, and shuffled farther into the crowd. damn, this was going to bug will. how'd he know that stranger? biting his lower lip, eyes moved into slits- narrowing as confusion took him. perhaps a gang member? craning his neck, attention flowering as he looked for taka and matt- his back-up buddies. a reason why he couldn't go to these parties alone. feeling the girl's hands move along the back of his, he looked back to the ragazza that were clinging to him. she shifted around to face him, arms looping around his neck, dangling off of his frame. will glanced back up, to try to make contact with that one maschile. nothing. chin dipped so features were glancing back at the girl. adjusting himself a little more straighter as she looked him, only softly dancing. less rough, and more gentle, however, he still somehow matched the beats. his hands lingered on the small dip in her lower back. thumb ran back and forth over her fabric-covered skin- something that just natural when he was with a girl. all girls he always was with always told him how his actions were caring, and gentle. and this actually surprised the hell outta will. clearing his throat, attention focusing solely on the girl. feeling pressure on the back of his neck from her arms, obviously wanting him to lean over. he did so, mouth lightly forming over her own. he wondered if she saw the mashiles again, and needed a get away from them, and therefore- was re-using the boy. he didn't mind, especially since people were watching. it was just nice to own bragging rights with his brother and his amicos. closing his eyes, for it would have been weird if he had kept them open. and yet.. in some situations if the girl was a cattivo kisser, he would look around the room, and try to signal for one of his amicos to pull her off of will. she pulled away, breaking it. chin kept lowered, eyes looked up. arching an eyebrow curiously, hearing a sudden voice call out a hey. watching the same male that he'd seen before throw himself through the crowd, trying to reach the duo. dodging dancers, and rummaging through everyone in a non-mannerly way. eyes only dipped down, locking onto the girls. hearing her talk in her tongue in some words, not exactly understanding what she was saying- yet he didn't really need to. just piecing it together, she twisted in his arms, and danced against him like before. eyebrows furrowed, mind throwing in a thinking process. he danced with the girl, letting her pick the rhythm and way. he only followed. eyes narrowed, watching her. was she..? hands moved them to grip her hips, slightly pulling into him- for more pleasure, of course. was she, apart of the gang? did she have ties to the members? if so, fuck. teeth bit the inside of his cheek, his breathing slightly increasing with his mild temper rising. watch this girl know who he was- and just wanted to see him get into trouble. watch this girl be one of the member's meretrice. left hand hung over her navel, lightly pressing into her. right arm slightly dangled, fingers tracing over her thigh- running them up and down for a moment or two, before returning to her hip. however, this didn't last long. turning her around quickly to face him, he walked the duo rather quickly over to the nearby wall. pressing his body close to hers, trapping her almost. face close to hers, hovering. the muscle in his jaw tightened as he grinded his teeth. eyes made slits as he looked at her. [ alright, meretrice- ] he usually refrained from using such a word towards girls, and thought it was disrespectful and was raised more properly than this. however, he wasn't in any mood to satisfy his morals at the moment. hands held themselves on the sides of her ribcage. he loosened himself up though, once he felt like he was being too harsh on the girl. [ you're apart of the rebeldes, aren't you? ] he asked, lyrics strong over the music- and yet they were soft enough that he wasn't yelling. the vein in his neck stuck out, making himself look angrier than he truly was. he didn't know what came over him, but this wasn't right. he and his amicos along with his brother needed to get out of here- if the rival gang was present at this party. shaking his head non-approvingly, as if he just touched something acid-like, he backed up slightly, easing up off of the girl. yet, he kept a tight grip upon the girl. he were apart of the la stidda, and she had ties into the rebeldes. they couldn't be in the same room together without something going wrong. a fight, death. something. waiting for her answer, most likely a knee to his crotch as she went running to tell her little ragazzos. carlos. he was the guy she had talked to him about. an ex? carloscarloscarlos. will tried to think of how he knew the name. and where it were from. and the male's face that he had seen who called a hey to the duo. all from the rebeldes. will understood now. swallowing, he watched the girl under him. he had left all of his weapons in his car, seeing as he thought this would've been a simple party. of course he was sure the latino gang wouldn't of showed up- this wasn't exactly a typical party for them. so, no weapons- only his hands and only two others to back him up. not somewhere will would like to be at the moment. he braced himself for a knee, or a slap, or a punch, or whatever else this girl were capable of. if she were apart of them, and one of the members saw them, then they would be here quick. [ fuck ] he muttered, turning his head from the girl. glancing around the room, trying to catch a quick look around them for any gang. glancing to taka, shooting a warning glance. still hovering over the girl, hopefully she would talk quick- and carefully.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 13, 2010 0:27:06 GMT -5
Even after she kissed him the man seemed to be preoccupied with something else, his gaze continuously leaving her to glance beyond into the crowd. She didn't pay much attention to it; just let the occurrences slip by without any confrontation. Who was she to question what he was doing anyway? It did not matter if he was paying any attention; the lass didn't need that from him in order to have a good time. All she needed was his body and luckily for him, it was already pressed against hers. Ignoring his questioning look and forgetting about the man coming towards them through the hoard of dancers, the lady turned all her focus to dancing, pushing closer to the male's front while keeping her hands to herself, moving almost as if he was not there, but there was no way she would be so limited on her own. Smug smile pulled onto her lips as his hands held tighter to her hips. Apparently he could not remain ignorant of her for long. Then, the touch of his palms against her body spread out to other sections and the fatal suddenly came to the realization that the man behind her was a charmer: some hombre who did things to please the girl he was with whether consciously or unknowingly and in the end caused the poor mamacita crave more. Great, just what I need right now. Thankfully, Niyna was not some defenseless little girl and knew too much about the world and how it worked to fall for the games played by men. Besides, she had too much fun with her own tricks. Deciding she might as well embrace what he gave her and moved her hands over his own, halfway guiding them where she wanted them to be before he surprised her and jerked away, grabbing hold of her arm to pull her off the dance floor. Anger flashed in her eyes and she violently jerked her arm from his grasp, mouth parting to yell at him in spanish, steps advancing upon the boy in the tiny space between them, before he surprised her into silence by pressing her up against a wall, blocking anyway for her to wiggle away with his body. Biting her tongue, the girl glared at him angrily as he started speaking, hand clenched into a tight fist, fighting the urge to reach up and slap him. His words may be foreign, but she caught the tone and did not enjoy it when smug little bastards decided to call her disrespectful names. For now however, she kept her cool, promising to get him back later while waiting for him to spit out whatever it was he had taken her from the dancing for. Laughter burst from her lips unhindered at his accusation, a rude twist coming to her rosy tissues, her body shifting all of its weight to one foot as she stuck her hip out, eyebrow rising sarcastically. No, perro. I am not among the Rebeldes. Mirada. Turning around, the woman made sure to bump against him so as to push the limited room he gave her as she pulled down the edge of her dress on her back, exposing the section of skin where every Rebelde was required to have the gang's mark tattooed upon their body. Feliz ahora? I'm clean although they would love to mar me as one of their chicitas. Disdainful expression came over features at the thought, eyes staring up at Will for a moment before movement behind him caught her attention and she suddenly remembered the pendejo that had begun to make his way towards them on the dance floor. Searching for his face in the crowd, the vixen saw him and made a quick decision, no longer willing to leave it up to her dancing partner as it seemed he already had the wrong impression. Grabbing his shirt, she started to drag him towards the door, grumbling to herself as she did so. Come on. Vayamos. Unless you want to stay here and get shot tonight. Lyrics were spoken just loud enough for him to hear behind her, but she did not slow down her pace and soon they were out the door. Without stopping, Niyna dropped her hold on his shirt and instead grabbed his hand in order to avoid attracting any unwanted attention while she continued down to the street. Finally coming to a halt at the curb, she turned around and slapped him, a look of satisfaction crossing countenance as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. That was for dragging me away from the baile and for assuming I was a gangbanger. Mi papí may have muerto por that familia, but am not so estúpido. Now, I assume you have a car because you owe me a ride home, gringo, for saving your culo and because my amiga can't leave la fiesta without a Rebelde following her. Settling back with her weight on one foot, obviously waiting on him to show her the way to their getaway ride.
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