allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
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Post by allison nicole moore on Jan 15, 2011 20:34:06 GMT -5
you're only as tall as your heart will let you be and you're only as small as the world will make you seem.
six warm bodies surrounded me. we were all laying on the floor of the loft, the t.v. buzzing quietly in the corner. they all whispered excitedly for details. some exclaiming how hot daniel was, some hating on his guts. it was enough to make me sick, especially since the majority clamored over him. they were jealous, in the least.
rachel. phoenix. josey. jenny. lena. tayli.
"we're just friends," i sighed, for the hundredth time. "and no, jenny, i don't like him. and i still don't know whether or not to forgive you," this all had been jenny's fault, after all. i don't know if that's good or bad.
"we can come, right?" lena murmured shyly. she was afraid i would say no. but that was when my lips twisted into a clever grin. "of course. we're going to party it up with his friends." well, some that would be there are probably my friends, too. we all belonged in the it crowd.
"make him jealous, allie." jenny smirked. "flirt with some other hot guy and see what he does." that idea seemed oddly appealing to me. and all the other girls dove for it.
and that's how the bet happened. it was rachel's idea.
"make him fall for you - play him." they all screamed in agreement and eagerness. and so here i am, sitting outside danny's apartment. the music is blasting in rhythm with my racing heart. tentatively, i place a clammy hand on the doorknob and twist.
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Post by Siren Lucas Torres on Jan 15, 2011 21:23:37 GMT -5
Of course when she goes there poor thing, poor thing, they're having this ball all in masks. There's no one she knows there poor dear, poor thing. She wonders tormented and drinks poor thing. The judge has repented she thinks, poor thing, "Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks. He was there alright, only not so contrite. She wasn't no match for such craft you see, and everyone thought it so drawl. They figured she had to be daft, you see. So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see. Poor soul. Poor thing. I hummed "Poor Thing" from Sweeney Todd under my breath as I weaved in and out of my guests, softly amusing myself with the lyrics. They were sick and twisted, speaking of rape and deceit and a bloodthirsty group of perverted onlookers.
Still, I couldn't help but imagine myself in Judge Turpin's position; cruel and untoward when it came to Alison. Allie. She was the 'poor thing' that was so innocently and annoyingly at the bottom of the food chain all the time. The difference between musical and reality was that my Judge Turpin was inviting his damsel in distress to a party so that he could genuinely make everything up to her and then move on with his life. A far cry from the Sweeney Todd version of the story.
My entire apartment room smelled of alcohol and sweat and overbearing perfumes, but I found himself being tangled up in the scents rather than disgusted by them. I was so used to trying to blend in with the popular crowd that nothing really affected me anymore.
I eagerly slid into place between two tan girl, probably sisters, with black hair and blue eyes. Their cleavage was bouncing in time with the heavy beat of club music as they happily danced around each other and myself, eyes closed. It wasn't really dancing, and they were both pretty tipsy, but I was smart enough to take what was being so openly dished out to me.
My lips formed a second-nature smirk as I placed steady hands on one of their hips and let her entertain me with everything she had to offer. I definately wasn't planning on having sex yet, no matter how embarressing being a virgin was, but I was trained in the art of acting like an equally snobby and horny jock.
So I put on a show in the middle of the room with my willing partners until I heard the door click. It was the signal that I was about to recieve more guests, and I reluctantly let go of the sisters to go meet the new arrivals as they entered.
My entire body glowed with triumph when I realized who I was about to greet. Alison was standing at my door in party attire with what looked like a whole parade of girls behind her. No complaint there. It was alarming, but I couldn't help but feel more satisfied over Allie coming than all her gorgeous friends. She was my special project for the night, and I was totally ready to get her forgiveness.
"Allie, you came!" I put a hand on her back to usher her inside, my smile filling up my entire face as I fell right into the excited host act. As I pushed her gently into the hall, I took the time to kiss her hand dramatically and turn to her companions.
"And you brought friends?" My lips habitually graced the backs of their hands too, jokingly and enthusiastically. Mission: Gain Alison's forgiveness--about to commence.
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
Posts: 144
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Post by allison nicole moore on Jan 15, 2011 21:56:23 GMT -5
The lights, the colors, and the sound jars my senses. So many bodies. I smell sweat and alcohol. The alcohol makes me want to gag. I've never drank before. A tall, skanky blonde struts by, smelling so strongly, you'd think she'd be drenched in perfume. I catch Danny staring.
Before I know what to make of it all, Danny takes my small hand and kisses it. Weird. He starts kissing my friends' hands, too. He gets to Lena and I step in front of her when her eyes widen in nervousness. Lena was the shy one. The beautiful one, but the fragile. We might as well have taken a vow to protect her. No one would touch her tonight, not unless she wanted that.
It might have been just a kiss on the hand, but I know Danny. He would suck her in, virgin or not. My friends melt into the dancing bodies after that. I'm left alone with Danny. I glance at him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in my tight, spaghetti-strap red dress. It hugs my hips and comes above my knees. The neck line plunges. I self-consciously finger my dark, curled hair.
I feel people staring, and my eyes flick to a blonde senior standing in the corner, drink in hand. Okay, girl's. Making Danny jealous. I smile at Danny. "Um, hey. I'm... going to get a drink." How would I get rid of him? Maybe I could get the blonde guy to come to me.
I smile at Danny, and over Danny's shoulder. I think the blonde sees, I'm not sure. I reach the table and grab a Vodka. I've never had one of these. Hesitantly, I take a sip.
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Post by Siren Lucas Torres on Jan 15, 2011 22:35:45 GMT -5
There's a place downtown, Where the freaks all come around. It's a hole in the wall. It's a dirty free for all.
When the dark Of the night comes around. That's the time, That the animal comes alive. Looking for Something wild.
I was a popular, egotistical teenage boy who was throwing a party with lots of girls and lots of booze. In short, yes I drank. Unfortunately, I was always a light drinker and preferred the fruity stuff that even some prissy blondes were too proud to accept.
The most I could take was two beers before I was either puking or was too dizzy to stand upright. It wasn't a trait I was very fond of, but at least I never had to worry about getting caught drunk driving or something. Unlike most guys, I knew and respected my limits.
So watching Allie brush past me (kind of flirtily from what I could decipher) to stand by an attractive blonde male and wrapped her lips around a bottle of Vodka? Freakin weird. I instantly found myself in motion, leaving the door opened and abandoned to grab Allie's wrist mid-sip.
"Isn't that a bit strong for you?" I asked, concerned and slightly intimidated. Where had this blunt and sexy side of her come from? Because I certainly hadn't seen it before, and clearly blondey hadn't either. His eyes were darting over to her curiously, drinking in the sight of her toned body accented in her tight, crimson dress. My eyebrows furrowed at this, but I couldn't really do anything but wait for Allie's reply.
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
Posts: 144
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Post by allison nicole moore on Jan 15, 2011 22:49:07 GMT -5
A dribble slips onto my tongue before Danny grabs my wrist. I frown, my throat still burning from the odd taste. I don't know what to make of it. Bitter? I pull my arm away. "Why would it be strong for me?" I growl, reaching for another swig. My eyes sting and I decide I don't like that taste. But I guzzle it anyway.
I smooth my dress down, covering my exposed thigh. I catch the blonde watching. I turn my back on Danny, just for a moment, to wink in passing. I'm facing Danny again. "Don't you drink?" I ask, swallowing the taste. I raise the bottle to my lips, grin and wink and Danny, and drink some more.
Ugh.
My head feels light, but I know my mind is still clear. I pull Danny over to the couch and sit down. A couple on the other side is making out, but I pay them no mind, until I realize it's Tayli and a dark-haired guy.
I turn to Danny, my cheeks flushed, my eyes dancing. I think I'm feeling the party mood. The music is pounding in my ears and I tug my dress down again - it keeps riding up from my sitting position - only to have it slide. My thighs are showing.
"Well, I haven't received any snide comments or looks so far," I say, referring to his non-too-welcoming friends.
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Post by Siren Lucas Torres on Jan 20, 2011 20:37:46 GMT -5
I was having an incredibly hard time filtering Allie's actions through my fuzzy mind. This was why I never drank; my thoughts were always jumbled up on their own without the influence of alcohol. Even if I couldn't grab the vodka myself and take a sip, I found myself really wanting to. The buzzy feeling would surely be a lot more satisfying than this confused, overwhelmed one was. Plus, Allie's faint lip prints on the rim of the bottle looked like they were worth a taste. freeze. I pinched my arm and let that last thought become smothered by the sharp bit of pain.
I allow myself to be dragged to the couch bonelessly like a rag doll. I catch the bold looks from the blonde guy trailing her every move-Nick I finally remember his name is-and my cheeks flare in indignation for my new "friend", but Allie doesn't seem to mind the attention and I turn to face a glowing little bubble of energy. Her eyes are reflecting lights that I know are not coming from anywhere in the house, and I have the sinking feeling that she might not be used to drinking and is probably pretty tipsy. Stupid girl.
At the comment on her success so far, I can't help but sneer and rake a curious gaze up her bare legs to her exposed thighs. The skin clashes beautifully with the bright red of the dress. "Of course no one has insulted you yet, you aren't exactly recognizable in the stripper's dress." My voice doesn't come out quite like I planned it to. The annoyance I had been aiming for was almost completely disguised by a thick lusty haze. I pinch myself again, trying to banish that tone of voice. I must still be horny from the enthusiastic twins...yeah...
My eyes don't ever shoot back up to meet Allie's, so I find myself bashfully trapped staring at the material hugging her delicate waist. The hate radar I had developed when I became popular warned me that Mr. Bottle Blonde was approaching, and I internally cringed. I could let Allie mingle with the likes of Nick. Even when she was acting sassy and overly-independent. No...especially when she was acting sassy and overly-independent. I grabbed her wrist urgently, just like I had back at the bar.
"Wanna dance?"
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
Posts: 144
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Post by allison nicole moore on Jan 20, 2011 21:04:07 GMT -5
It's working.
I'm not sure at first, but his voice confirms it. Full of longing and lust when he makes the comment on my dress. Is that a compliment? I guess I'll just have to take it as one since everybody is drunk. And my friends picked it out. So maybe it really is a stripper dress. Who knows? I don't dare doubt it, though. It's probably the reason why I'm so uncomfortable. I can feel about forty eyes rake me up and down.
Mostly, Danny's. Oh, and the blonde. The blonde. Steamy. I need to know his name, and I am sure I would know by the end of the night. I would play around enough just to make Danny jealous. And he already is. It's working.
What I don't expect, however, is Danny grabbing my wrist. Urgency. I meet his gaze evenly, trailing from his hands to his eyes. I see the blonde coming, and then I understand. Definitely jealous. Wanna dance? I'm not really offered a choice.
He leads me into the mass of thriving, sweaty bodies, his hands still at my arm. My skin prickles with anticipation. But as we walk by the blonde, I brush by him, my fingertips trailing along his chest. And then he disappears behind a crowd of people.
I turn my attention back to Danny, and immediately slide into him, my hips carving little circles around his. I glance up at him, our faces not even an inch apart, breath mingling. My blood spikes with adrenaline, and I lead his hands to my swinging waist.
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Post by Siren Lucas Torres on Jan 20, 2011 21:29:44 GMT -5
In all honesty, when I said dancing I had meant the innocent kind where you bounce around together but stand at least a foot apart and just kind of move to the beat. There was probably some part of my brain (or my crotch) that had been happily planning this scenario all along, but I wasn't very ok with it now that it was happening. Even the slightest twitch of Allie's hips against my own sent sparks through my veins, and I dug my fingers possessively into her waist where she had placed my hands. The pure longing that I had was exhilerating, but the shock was a more sickening kind of adrenaline.
I angrily addressed Allie over the music although my hips began to twist with her's in a sensual dance that spoke volumes about what I really thought. "What the hell, Allie?! Where is this coming from?" The bass thumped along with my racing heart in a mocking way. It was like everything was testing my limits tonight!
As if on cue, a haggle of my so-called friends began to peel their way through the sex-driven crowd. Three girls and two boys; James was among them. They all moved like one graceful part of a greater machine, and I knew I was in for a questioning of sorts. Even if I had their approval for my sudden hook up with Allie, which was doubtful, I couldn't help but feel intimidated. These were the type of people that could sell your soul to the Devil.
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allison nicole moore
Settled
Someone called me fearless. I smiled, but my eyes hid the truth. I'm not fearless at all.
Posts: 144
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Post by allison nicole moore on Jan 20, 2011 21:56:40 GMT -5
He's surprised. For a moment, I feel almost unsure. Would he reject me? He's the one that asked to dance, and he's going to get one hell of a dance. I twisted around, my back pressing into his chest. I let him guide me with his hands at my hips and I toss my arms up and around his neck.
I feel his hands dig into my dress, penetrating to the skin, almost like he wants to rip it off right here. But he doesn't. I feel his boner prod at my back and I don't know what to make of it. Disgusted? Turned on? I had no idea.
By now, I feel dizzy and lost in my high heels. Off balance. The bazaar dancing makes my legs tremble, and I don't stop. It feels exhilarating and... good. Surprise.
Danny shouts over the bass speakers, right into my ear. It makes everything seem louder and leaves a ringing in my ears, but I hear him. What has gotten into me? It's just a game. My stomach twists. Is it guilt? No. Just the alcohol. Or at least, that's what I find myself believing.
Then I see him.
Not the blonde, no. James. A chill freezes my pumping veins and I press close to Danny. Am I afraid? I laugh, throwing my head back. Now I am just being stupid. How could I be afraid? Am I scared of just a lustful glance? I'd had plenty of those in my life, but coming from James it is different. Dark. Evil.
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