Not Tonight [Charlie^2}

[charlie]

Another night in Vegas, but this one had a bit more importance. This was the night, that a two years ago, Charlie Wood's world collapsed. Charlie's first real boyfriend, Rick had been an asshole, in other words. He had been very violent. Charlie tried to tell her dad but her Dad's view was that women were here for men and that she shouldn't be dating the guy if she didn't expect to get smacked around a bit. With no mother around to help her, Charlie stayed with him. He broke her wrist. Her ankle and two of her ribs befroe she finally said enough. And later that month, after she ended it, she saw him at a party. He cornered her and sparing the details, raped her. Three months after that she saught Rick out, needing to tell him that she was going to have his kid. When Charlie first learned she was pregnant she was actually happy. She didn't need Rick at all but she would have a child to love and who would love her back. She'd have something to live for, you know?

Well when she told Rick. He looked at her and ever so kindly said he'd take care of it. He hugged her close and sweetly backing her down the stair case. She fell and he grabbed her wrists, tying her to a banister and, again sparing the details, hit her until she bleed out from between her legs. She was in the hospitol for a few nights and Mark had went after Rick. Tonight was the aniversity of that night. The night she lost her child. So, Charlie did whatever she did when she needed to forget. She went out to a small club near the hotel to get laid.

She sat at the bar, chatting up some guy. He was about 35, married with one kid. He was grinning wildly as this petite underage blond chatted him up, pretending to be more drunk than she actually was. She smiled seductively as she led him into a backroom. He went straight to pinning her agains the wall. But as soon as his lips touched her neck she flashed back to Rick. Screaming, praying and in pain, crumpled onto the floor. She pushed him away, "I'm sorry. I can't not tonight." She said. grabbing her sweater and running out of the club. She took a deep breath and made her way to one of the benches.

She pulled her knees up and hugged them close to her chest, resting her head on er knees she sat there. Her eyes watching the limos and cars speed by under the great lights of the city. She replayed it over and over in her head. Like a broken record, it wouldn't kick out. She shouldn't be so upset. She was a sexy young girl, guys wanted sex not kids. She shut her eyes tightly, rocking a bit in her seat. You're in Vegas idiot. She thought angrily to herself. She opened her eyes again, noticing the build up of water in her eyes. She wasn't going to cry. She never cried.

"Damnit." She cursed herself softly, she wasn't supposed to be like this. She was desirable. Why didn't Rick want her happy? Why couldn't she have simply had the kid? Then again how stupid she was for even telling him? Why did she go to him? why did she stay with him so long? And why did she feel, that if Rick came back she'd waltz right back into his arms? She looked up a the sky and let out a sigh knowing that she should be partying with a hot older man in the backroom of the club.

[charliemcpherson]

Why Charlie had come to Vegas, he had no idea. He had arrived almost late for the bus and was stuck at the front of the bus all by himself as all the other seats were taken for six hours. He had slept the whole way, even through the rest stop no one cared to wake him for, so his legs were cramped and his body wide awake. He had spent the previous days in Sin City hanging with his friends, getting drunk and gambling away his father’s money. The change of atmosphere and activities was welcomed with open arms, and his sudden new found party attitude had led him out to explore some of the other clubs.

He was alone, surprisingly and found himself not too worried about it. His cell phone was in his hand and he was about to text anyone on his contact list to come hang with him when he noticed a girl in the distance sitting against the wall of the club he was looking to go party at. His eyes looked her over and he soon came to the realization of why she looked so familiar. It was Charlie Wood, or the she-Charlie and he let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen her since he had met up with at a club back in Valkyrie. Needless to say, they had hooked up and Charlie had yet to talk her since then. He found himself curious as to what she thought of him, before and after. She was one of those girls he always had a soft spot for and while others may have just been physically attracted to her, he seemed to be emotionally as well.

The he-Charlie walked up towards and stood beside her, leaning against the wall he was sitting against. ”Hey stranger,” he said simply, placing his hands in his pockets, not noticing the sullen mood that the she-Charlie seemed to be in. He had no knowledge of her past or history and no way of knowing what today meant to her. He just wanted to talk to her, and maybe even do a little bit more over a couple of drinks, as it seemed he was always a little looser and more fun by then.

[charlie]

'I'm not going to do this.' She sat, thinking to herself, 'you are going to have fun. You are going to get a man to sleep with you becuase that's what you're good for. Just don't kiss anyone' She hugged her knees tighter to her body, wanting to shut the world out. Rick had been the one and only guy she'd ever kissed on the mouth. Mark was right, she shouldn't have come. He knew she would freak like she did last year on this aniversery. Last year, she had overdosed. Now this year, she was sitting alone outside a seedy club in Las Vegas and-

Her thoughts were interupted as a familiar voice spoke to her. She blinked open her eyes to see Charlie M. She and Charlie had met a few times before and hooked up once. He was drunk, she was tipsy and willing. The guy was cute after all. She hadn't really talked to him since. Most guys didn't want her around after they fucked her. And she was usually okay with that. She looked up at him. Maybe he could make her forget, get her back into the swing of things. She stood up giving a weak smile, a forced smile that was rather obvious, aparently her acting capability was on the ritz as well. She looked at him and then said something very unlike her, "I'm attractive, right? And I might not be 4pt student but I'm not an idiot, and I'm desirable, aren't I?" She asked, her voice waivering a bit, her false smile fading off her face quickly as she forced the water in her eyes to stay instead of fall down her cheek.

[charliemcpherson]

He was a bit taken aback by what she had asked him. She came off as someone so self-assured and confident, the questions that came out of her mouth were definitely not something he would expect from her. ”Uh, yah,” he replied as it was common knowledge that the she-Charlie was in fact both attractive and desirable. Hell, she couldn’t be any more to him. He looked over at her, a calm smile on his face. ”Believe me, you’re one of the most attractive and desirable girls I know. And I don’t say that too often,” he shook his head to reassure her that in fact he never told anyone something like that. He was well aware of his good looks and charming personality but when it came down to it his self-confidence was definitely lacking.

He looked down at his shoes, and stuffed his hands in his pocket. ”What are you doing out here all by yourself anyways?”

ooc;; Erin majorly lacks Charlie muse >.<

[charlie]

Charlie looked at him as he said it so simply. Was it simple? She shook her head and walked straight over to him. She pushed him against the wall, not hard but with a bit of strength and kissed his neck. Something in her snapping. It was just after Rick and she needed to feel wanted and that came from sex right. She took his hands and wrapped them around her before looking at him, flushed but pale. She was cold, "I'm not by myself anymore am I?" She said, not beign able to get the seducitve smile she had perfected into her facial expression. She looked slightly paniced and flustered.

"Come on." She said, taking his hand and gesturing for him to follow. If he didn't want to do it here, they could do it on the street, but it'd probably be better if they went into the alley but then again, who cared if people would see. right? she didn't, not right now. She didn't care about anything right now.

((crappy post. head ache))

[charliemcpherson]

He looked up and down the strip, and brought his hands out of his pockets and cracked his knuckles, a sign that he was a little nervous and uncomfortable. Even if he didn’t know the she-Charlie that well, he hadn’t imagined her to be like this, and quite frankly it scared him a little. Dealing with girl’s bullshit was never exactly something he rather enjoyed and tonight it was not what was on his mind. However, as he heard her voice crack, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl. She seemed so in control all the time, not someone who needed reminding of how gorgeous she was. However, all the worries, hell, everything, was pushed from his mind as she suddenly pinned him against the wall. Feeling her lips on his neck, he drew a big breath in. He may have been drunk that night at the Club in Valkyrie, but he remembered.

"I'm not by myself anymore am I?" No, that she wasn’t. Charlie M, was here and willing, he however couldn’t help but notice panicked look on her face. No matter how much he may have wanted her right now, he still felt some kind of responsibility to find out what was wrong. Even if it wasn’t anywhere near his place, Charlie’s personality directed him differently. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell everything would be alright. He wanted to let her know he cared, that he liked her for more then how good she was in bed.

He followed her command and followed her, taking another deep breath. ”Charlie,” he said, somewhat quietly but still intended for her ears. ”What are we doing?” the answer was obvious and still he asked, hoping she caught the note of concern in his voice.

[charlie]

”What are we doing?

Charlie forced a bit of a laugh, "What does any guy do with me?" She said, hearing the bit of hesitation in is his voice. Not now Charlie W, don't break down now, not in Vegas. You should own this town. She though frantically to herself. She turned back to Charlie and put her arms out, taking a few steps back, "You had me last week? What? Did I change?" She asked, a bit annoyed. She took a deep breath attempting to calm down. "Is this not good enough anymore? You've already had it, no need to get it again? You've proved yourself right?"

She shook her head and looked around. This wasn't soemthing she was used to. When she threw herself at a guy, he didn't hesitate. They weren't supposed to. They go for it, no matter what state she was in. But she knew he was just trying to be a good guy. She decided she might actually have to work for her distraction. Be the girl you usually can be. She walked back over to him and forced a small smile up at him, still not loking him directly in the eye. "I'm sorry. I just sort of...I don't know." She touched his arm with her left hand and slid her right into the palm of his. "It's just, I want to be...alone...with you...to talk. A Hotle room maybe?" She suggested, as much seductiveness as she could manage right now as she whispered into his ear. She knew he probably had roommates but they didn't need to be at the Treasure Island Hotel and whatnot, did they?

[charliemcpherson]

He knew the question was a stupid one and that she would take it differently then he had meant it. He was aware of the aftermath of a one-night stand, which was what they had had a week ago, he got it, understood, but he couldn’t help but feel the different vibe coming from the she-Charlie tonight. It wasn’t like last week in the club in Valkyrie where she had been sweet and sexy and seductive. Now she seemed so anxious and ready to get it over with. He hadn’t asked her for this, and even if he may have wanted it, it just didn’t feel right.

"Is this not good enough anymore? You've already had it, no need to get it again? You've proved yourself right?"

”Oh, seriously, don’t even think that,” he murmured softly, looking down into her eyes, trying to get a sense of what she was thinking. Any guy had to be stupid to not take the offer twice, the she-Charlie was damn hot and they both knew it. ”You just don’t seem yourself, and I’m not about to take advantage of that,” jesus, the good guy in him was applauding while the part that wanted to get laid was screaming at him. God damn, what was he doing? He was in Vegas, and his whole plan was to live with no boundaries, have no regrets. Here he had a very hot girl willing to go all the way and he was talking her out of it because she didn’t seem herself?

He nodded as she apologized. ”You don’t need to say you’re sorry,” he replied, a note of sympathy in his eyes as she gently touched his arm. He nodded again as she suggested a hotel room… to talk. ”We can go back to mine, if you want,” his roommates (which are really non-existent) were long gone for the night and not expected back for a while. Plus, they had a “system”. ”Unless you have somewhere else in mind of course,” his voice was sweet and alluring, and as undetermined about everything as his mind. He took her hand in his, and looked at her, before leading her away from the club.

[charlie]

Charlie listened to what he said, wondering if he actually was this nice, or maybe he was one of the guys like Chase Stillings. They guys that, even if the girl would just sleep with them, wanted to feel like they were betraying them. The guys that got turned on by knowing they were manipulating because Charlie had been taught be many men, her father, numorous partners, and all of the girls her dad had braught into the house, that women were for appeal, looking sexy and using it to get where they needed. And all those Popular girls who looked down at her for being a slut are just the same, they are just more secretive about it.

In all honesty, Charlie didn't care right now. She kept seeing Rick walk away after he hurt her, more than anything and right now she needed to have a guy come towards her. She allowed him to lead her away. "Your's will be fine." She said with a smirk. She took a deep breath, you can do this, although part of her felt bad. Because on the smallest chance that Charlie M was truly a nice guy, she would be using him. What if he was a rare one, like Mark? That, in the end, wanted more than her body? No Impossible. She followed him, knowing quite well she wasn't going to be talking much.

[charliemcpherson]

"Your's will be fine.” He turned around and nodded his head, not saying anything. He led her along the strip, towards the hotel. Charlie had no idea of the she-Charlie’s real intentions. She had said she wanted to talk, but he somehow doubted that was her real plan. He wouldn’t mind sleeping with her, this time being sober and actually able to remember some of it, but still couldn’t help but shake the feeling of her vulnerability. She seemed nothing like she did that other night at the Club. He held the door to the hotel open for her and walked towards the elevator.

Reaching his room, he held to door for her to enter and as he watched her walk in, suddenly wished that she was manipulating him to bed. Sex with Charlie W in Las Vegas wouldn’t exactly be bad and he would be lying to say he hadn’t been thinking about it since that night in the club. He entered after her, a smirk suddenly placed on his face, his hands in his pockets. Something inside his head screamed to kiss her, but instead he refrained, and leaned up against the wall. ”So, you really want to talk? Or were you just trying to get me alone to take advantage of me?”

[charlie]

Charlie followed him up to his room. There were too many things rushing through her head to think straight. What she was being told to do, what she was taught to do. Rick..what rick had done and Eva/Miles. If she had the kid, if it was a boy he'd be named Miles and if it was a girl, she'd be named Eva. She looked at Charlie and couldn't help but give the smallest smile. Why was he even attempting to be nice to her, why had he ever? She walked into his room, he was right, no roomates were around.

"So, you really want to talk? Or were you just trying to get me alone to take advantage of me?”

She gave a small smile, surprised at how easy it was. She didn't have to force it out. She took off her sweater((sweater is a link)), tossing it onto the bed gently she looked over at him. Not tonight? She needed it tonight. She walked over to him and slid her arms around his waist and leaned in, "Who actually talks anymore?" She said forcing amusement into her voice.

[charliemcpherson]

He stood, his shoulder holding up his weight against the wall, hands in his pockets and wondered what he was doing. It was just sex. No big deal. He’s done it before, she’s done it before, hell they’ve done it before together, and still he felt somewhat uncomfortable. His head was telling him something was wrong, his other head was telling him to go for it. He didn’t have alcohol clouding his judgement this time. As she slid her arms around him, and leaned in, he could feel her body up against his, a smile coming to his lips.

"Who actually talks anymore?”

Good question. This day and age, people fucked first, talked later, and well half the time talking was left behind. Charlie was a talker though. He liked conversations, especially with people he liked. He liked relationships for more then there physical worth and he liked the she-Charlie for more then her physical worth.

”I talk,” he started, his voice kinda quiet, his eyes avoiding hers for the moment. He didn’t want to get all stupid and annoying before he was about to get some action, but the head on top of her shoulders was winning. He shrugged his shoulders. ”And I like you, Charlie. I want you to know that.”

[charlie]

Charlie W. pressed against him as he leaned against the wall, she moved on of her hands from his waist to his jawline, gently as she kissed his neck, trying to get things away from words. If she didn't get it over with she might not be able to. She couldn't start thinking. She let herself stand a bit straighter and tilted her head upward to reach the sensitive area behind his ear and bite, very softly on his earlobe. So he talked? She communicated in ot-

”And I like you, Charlie. I want you to know that.”

She stopped, but stayed close. She felt her heart beating a bit. He sounded so genuine and true. She wanted him to help her forget with sex. She wanted friends with benifits but if he liked her...but guys don't like her. She pulled away a bit and looked at him, in the eyes, taking a moment to catch them, "You mean that" She paused and took a breath, "Don't you?"

[charliemcpherson]

She caught his eyes, and Charlie smiled a nervous smile. What he had said was true, from the first time she had caught his attention he had a strange liking for the girl. He nodded as she questioned what he had just said. ”Yah, I do,” he wanted to make sure she understood that. He didn’t want to just be another flavour of the week to her, and well, he had no clue that how would go over, but he couldn’t not try, especially now. ”I’m being completely honest, and you can shoot this all down, but I care about you,” he sighed, sliding his hand from out of his pocket and placing it on her lower back. He was slightly hesitant only because he was beginning to feel like a gigantic tool for telling her all this while all she clearly wanted to do was sleep with him.

He kissed her forehead gently, his other arm stretching and finding its way around her waist.

[charlie]

She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, letting his arm slid around her, against her best judgement. But she could feel im caring. He wanted her in a way no one else ever had, Rick had in a way. Rick had wished to talk, and care and...fuck just while she had a blck eye and a few cuts and bruises, maybe a broken wrist. And what about Charlie McPherson? What surprises would he give her in a bit, after they sleep together a few sweet times, after they talk about the world and after they kiss? It'd be the same or similar. But as he pulled his lips off her forehead, she opened her eyes. The blue coloring blured slightly from them beginning to water. She shook her head, "Well that sucks because I'll end up hurting you."

She looked down after she said that, herself a bit surprised. Hadn't she been scared of him hurting her? But when she looked at him and saw his sincerity she realized that he'd be taking a chance as well. He already had, and she could hurt him. And what's more? She didn't want to. She didn't want to see him in pain? She cared for him. These were dangerous waters. When emotions get involved it becomes more complicated. and more...just more.