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[Connor Selwyn]

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WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
WHEN YOU WALK MY WAY, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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DAMN, CONNOR THOUGHT TO HIMSELF. THE LITTLE RODENT MANAGED TO GET AWAY. GROWLING THROUGH HIS TEETH, CONNOR STUFFED HIS HANDS INTO HIS POCKETS, CONCEALING THE KNIFE HE WAS HOLDING BY INCONSPICUOUSLY PUSHING IT UP THE SLEEVE OF HIS GRAY SHIRT AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE ENTRANCE TO ONE OF THE MANY CASINOS IN VEGAS. ADMITTEDLY, THIS WAS VERY MUCH HIS SCENE: THE FLASHING LIGHTS, THE MONEYMAKING MACHINES, THE WOMEN... BUT HE HADN'T COME TO LAS VEGAS WITH THE THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD BE WASTED AND BANG HUNDREDS OF CHICKS (DESPITE THE FACT THAT THE THOUGHT WAS NEVER FAR FROM HIS MIND). NO, HE'D COME TO VEGAS ON A CHASE, AND HE'D LOST HIS QUARRY. THE FACT THAT THE SNIVELING WEASEL LUCA GIOVANNI HAD GOTTEN THROUGH HIS GRASP ANGERED AND ANNOYED HIM. HE'D WANTED FOR SO LONG TO JUST CHOKE THE YOUNGER MAN TO DEATH, BUT IT WOULD HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER TIME.

ROLLING HIS EYES, HE GRABBED A DRINK OFF OF A PASSING TRAY, CARRIED BY A MILDLY ATTRACTIVE YOUNG WOMAN WHO SHOT HIM A LOOK THAT DEMANDED HE PAY HER FOR THE DRINK. OFFERING HER A SARDONIC SMILE, HE WINKED. "MAYBE NEXT TIME," HE OFFERED, HIS IRISH ACCENT RICH AND THICK IN OPPOSITION TO THE MIRIAD OF AMERICANS THAT SURROUNDED HIM. THE GIRL SNORTED RUDELY AND MOVED AWAY, BUT CONNOR TURNED HIS BACK TO HER, IGNORING THE WAITRESS AS HE MOVED THROUGH THE CROWDS. THE GIOVANNI HAD BEEN JUST A FEW CARS IN FRONT OF HIM, AND HE'D SEEN THE TOWNCAR STOP AND LET HIM OFF. HE'D THOUGHT IT WAS HERE, BUT APPARENTLY ENOUGH TIME HAD LAPSED SINCE THAT LAST SIGHTING THAT LUCA WAS LONG GONE. CONNOR HATED COMING UP SHORT IN A CHASE, AND HE FULLY INTENDED TO FIND THE DOG BEFORE HE LEFT TOWN, BUT NOW THAT HE WAS INTO THE CASINO, HIS BASER INSTINCTS WERE TAKING OVER.

OF COURSE, HIS FATHER WOULD CHIDE HIM FOR GIVING HIMSELF A BREAK IN THE MISSION, BUT HE DIDN'T CARE. WHAT WOULD KYSON KNOW? WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, STAYS IN VEGAS, RIGHT? RIGHT. WITH A SOFT SMIRK ON HIS HANDSOME, YET DANGEROUS, FACE, CONNOR SMOOTHLY GLIDED THROUGH THE TOURISTS - SO LIKE HIM YET SO VERY DIFFERENT - DEBATING WHERE HE WANTED TO TURN HIS ATTENTIONS FIRST. SO MANY OPTIONS PRESENTED THEMSELVES TO HIM, AND HE KNEW HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RESIST THEM ALL. UNLIKE HIS YOUNGER SIBLINGS, CONNOR WAS VERY GIVEN TO HIS LUSTS AND HAD A HARD TIME DENYING HIMSELF. SIDLING UP TO A CRAPS TABLE, HE SLID IN BETWEEN TWO FEMALES WHO WERE OBVIOUSLY THERE ON VACATION TOGETHER. SMILING AT THEM AS THEY GRINNED AT HIM, HE PRETENDED TO BE WATCHING THE GAME WHILE HIS SENSES DANCED ALL OVER THEIR FEMININE FORMS. HE TOOK IN EVERY DETAIL OF BOTH WITHOUT EVER HAVING TO LOOK DIRECTLY AT THEM. THE SMELL OF THEIR PERFUMES INTERMINGLING TO CREATE A POTPURRI OF FLOWERS AND CITRUS, THEIR MOVEMENTS SO LITHE AND CATLIKE THAT A SHIVER RAN DOWN HIS SPINE. "DO YOU HAVE A CHILL, DARLIN'?" THE ONE ON HIS RIGHT ASKED AS HE INNOCENTLY TURNED TO LOOK AT HER WITH HIS DARK BROWN EYES. HE MANAGED A WEAK SMILE AND SHOOK HIS HEAD, HIS CURLY ALMOST-BLACK HAIR BOUNCING EVER SO SLIGHTLY. "NOTHING I'M SURE YOU COULDN'T FIX," HE COMMENTED, SMILING AT HIS WORDS. THE BLONDE BATTED HER EYELASHES WITH FAUX SURPRISE AT THE SUBTLE SEDUCTION, AND SHE LEANED CLOSER TO HIM THAN SHE ALREADY WAS. PLACING HER HAND ON HIS CHEST AND LEANING TOWARD HIM AS SHE SPOKE, HE COULD SMELL THE ALCOHOL ON HER BREATH - RUM IF HE WAS CORRECT - AND HE KNEW HE HAD A PRIME TARGET. "WITH AN ACCENT LIKE THAT, YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO ASK." SO MUCH EASIER THAN HE'D FIRST THOUGHT. BEFORE HE COULD COME BACK WITH A RESPONSE, HER FELLOW LEANED INTO HIS BACK, HER BREASTS PRESSING INTO HIS SHOULDERBLADES AS SHE PLACED HER CHIN ON HIS SHOULDER AND BREATHED INTO HIS EAR. "YOU'RE NOT HAVING HIM ALL TO YOURSELF," SHE SAID, GLARING UP AT HER FRIEND BEFORE TURNING HER FACE MORE TOWARD HIS. "I WANT A PIECE."

HE WAS MOMENTARILY HIT WITH THE THOUGHT THAT THEY SOUNDED LIKE VAMPIRES, BUT HE KEPT IT TO HIMSELF. HE WAS USED TO FORWARD, EASY WOMEN, AND HE WAS MILDLY ACCUSTOMED TO THREESOMES AS WELL. THE MORE THE MERRIER, WAS HIS THOUGHT. IF THEY WANTED TO SHARE, THEN THERE WAS PLENTY OF HIM TO GO AROUND. HE WAS JUST IMPRESSED WITH HIMSELF FOR PICKING UP TWO WOMEN ONLY MOMENTS AFTER COMING INTO THE CASINO. SCREW LUCA GIOVANNI, HE WAS GOING TO HAVE HIMSELF A GOOD TIME WHILE HE WAITED TO FIND THE LITTLE RUNT. REACHING BEHIND HIS BACK, HE RAN HIS FINGERS UP THE GIRL'S LEG AND SMILED OVER HIS SHOULDER AT HER BEFORE LOOKING TOWARD HER FRIEND. "I'M UP FOR SHARING, IF YOU TWO ARE," HE COMMENTED AMIABLY. VEGAS WAS SO FULL OF DEBAUCHERY THAT NO ONE AROUND THEM EVEN NOTICED THEIR CONVERSATION, AND CONNOR DIDN'T EVEN CARE. EVEN IF SOMEONE HEARD THEM, HE WAS FULLY ABLE TO SLIT THEIR THROAT BEFORE A SECOND PROTEST. "WHAT ROOM ARE YOU STAYING IN?" HE ASKED TO THE TWO YOUNG WOMEN SIMULTANEOUSLY. "OH, WE'RE STAYING TOGETHER,"

[/i] THE ONE BEHIND HIM RESPONDED. "SEVENTH FLOOR, ALL THE WAY ON THE END ON THE LEFT," WAS THE REST OF THE ANSWER FROM THE ONE FACING HIM. NODDING WITH A SMILE, HE EXTRICATED HIMSELF FROM THE HOLD OF THE WOMAN AND TOOK A HAND FROM EACH OF THEM. LEADING THEM TO THE ELEVATOR, HE SMILED BEFORE KISSING THE BACKS OF EACH OF THEIR HANDS. "I'LL MEET YOU THERE THEN. I'VE JUST GOT SOMETHING TO DO REAL QUICK."

WITH A WINK, HE LEFT THEM SMILING AS THEY ENTERED THE ELEVATOR, AND HE TURNED AND WALKED SWIFTLY AWAY AS THE DOORS CLOSED. HE HAD SEEN THE BAR ON HIS WAY IN, AND THAT WAS WHERE HE WAS NOW HEADED. KNOWING INSTINCTIVELY THAT HIS MAN WOULD BE THERE, WAITING FOR HIS COMMAND, HE HEADED TO THE ROOM OFF OF THE MAIN CASINO FLOOR WITH PURPOSE. MOVING DEFTLY THROUGH THE CROWD ALMOST LIKE A SHADOW, HE SLIPPED UP THE BAR AND ORDERED SOMETHING SIMPLE. "GIN, ON THE ROCKS." HE COULD DRINK IT QUICKLY AND BE ON HIS WAY. ALTHOUGH HE WANTED TO KEEP HIS LADIES WAITING, HE DIDN'T WANT THEM GETTING TOO BORED WITHOUT HIM. GLANCING AROUND, HE CAUGHT SIGHT OF THE MAN HE'D BEEN SEARCHING FOR - HIS DRIVER AND ONE OF HIS SOLDIERS IN THE IRISH MOB ARMY. TOSSING HIS HEAD TO SIGNAL THE MAN OVER, HE TURNED AND GRABBED HIS DRINK FROM THE BARTENDER AS THE SOLDIER APPROACHED HIM AND SANK ONTO THE BARSTOOL BESIDE HIM. TAKING A SIP FROM THE DRINK AND FEELING THE PLEASANT SIZZLE DOWN HIS THROAT, CONNOR DIDN'T TURN AS HE SPOKE TO HIS COMRADE. "KEEP AND EYE OUT FOR HIM," HE ORDERED, KNOWING THE YOUNG MAN UNDERSTOOD WHO HE WAS REFERRING TO. "I'LL BE... INDISPOSED FOR A GOOD HOUR OR SO. YOU KNOW HOW TO REACH ME IF IT'S IMPORTANT." HE CLANKED THE GLASS DOWN ON THE COUNTER, ALREADY DRAINED OF ITS LIQUID. HE LOOKED OVER AT THE MAN FOR THE FIRST TIME, HIS EYES GLINTING DANGEROUSLY. "ONLY IF IT'S IMPORTANT."

STANDING FROM THE BAR, HE TOSSED A BILL ONTO THE COUNTER AND WALKED AWAY, NEVER GIVING THE MAN A SECOND GLANCE. THEY DIDN'T COMMUNICATE MUCH IN PUBLIC SO THAT NEITHER OF THEM COULD BE LINKED IF THEY GOT IN A TIGHT SPOT. CONNOR WAS MORE IMPORTANT IN THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS THAN THE OTHER MAN, SO IT WAS MOSTLY FOR HIS PROTECTION, BUT HE STILL VALUED EACH OF HIS SOLDIERS. WALKING THROUGH THE BAR AND INTO THE CASINO, HE HEADED FOR THE SAME ELEVATOR THE TWO WOMEN HAD DISAPPEARED INTO A FEW MINUTES BEFORE. WITH VERY LITTLE PATIENCE HE WAITED UNTIL THE DOORS 'BING'ED OPEN AND HE STEPPED IN, HITTING THE BUTTON FOR THE SEVENTH FLOOR. STUFFING HIS HANDS INTO HIS POCKETS, HE WAITED FOR THE DOORS TO CLOSE TO TAKE HIM TO HIS CONQUEST.[/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify]

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TAG MAGGIE
CLOTHES HERE
WORDS 1500+
NOTES HOPE IT'S A GOOD START!
LYRICS ALL AMERICAN REJECTS, GIVES YOU HELL

[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VIVA LAS VEGAS, CASINO FLOOR, NOVEMBER 2007

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-----the overwhelming desire to be singing george michael's "freedom" chorus as she watched her jovial expression in the mirror was almost too much to bear, but maggie wasn't the type to scream hallelujah to the skies, or in this case the very large, very clean ceiling to floor mirror in the bathroom of her hotel suit. that would imply that she couldn't handle what was going on and needed a break. well...in all truth she did need a break. luca fucking giovanni was insufferable and she wanted to get away. but that was only half of the city of sin's pull on her heart strings. this city, mm, it was like it was designed especially for her. it was like someone reached into her mind and pulled out her fantasy city, making it a reality in the heart of nevada. who could ignore the delectably sinful call of casinos, shotgun elvis weddings, and loser throwing away their life's savings in the hopes of hitting it big. las vegas reeked of hope and utter failure, an overall smell to the air that maggie practically fed off of. this was like a home. it would have been if she wasn't pretty much now hog tied to valkyrie. she would jump ship and set up her own happy home here if she could. not like luca would have asked her to stay, the bastard. everything got weird after that stupid kiss. hell every word they tended to say to one another got construed into something else. maggie wasn't about to deny that there was some tension there, but she would not be the first to give in to it. no. way. in. hell. luca started this the day he'd ripped her up off the floor and violated her mouth, a day that was supposed to be dedicated to testing her vast fighting abilities. instead it turned into this whole circus that left them watching one another's movements, just waiting for some little flaw to pounce on.

-----could you blame the girl for needing a damn break? that loft was so tense one little pin drop could probably have them kicking and screaming all over again. she was sick of it and yes, she would admit to it, she needed the break. time away from luca would be a godsend. maggie was sure of it. she'd bet all of her vegas chump change that getting away from luca was exactly what she needed, because who the hell would know what would happen next if they were left alone together any longer. she didn't like thinking about it, but there were two options. one, either maggie and luca would stretch themselves too thin and snap leaving one or both of them dead, or two, they would do things that they would really, really regret. maggie didn't like admitting that the day he'd kissed her she'd been more than happy to put that ex of his in her place. something about it just felt so satisfying. it wasn't just going out there and making a fool out of someone completely unsuspecting. under normal circumstances that would have been all the motive she needed and it would have completely satisfied her, but there was a part of her that wanted to make sure that little bitch never came back. that one little voice in the back of her head was starting to drive her nuts and she just couldn't explain it. they'd kissed once, twice if you counted the little show for the girl who had waltzed her ass into luca's loft, but that should not have been cause for maggie feeling this way. she knew what would fix it. it was simple and complicated all at the same time. maggie pegged it as being clearly sexual tension. any idiot could see that. but the actions that would have to take place that would satisfy this screaming urge in her head was just too...unthinkable. you see because even though her body, to a small, minuscule extent wanted him, her head was disgusted by her very thoughts.

-----this whole sexual tension, it could have happened with anyone. why it had to be luca who had been the one to kiss her still baffled maggie, but all this was was a case of hormone's mistaken identity. she was after all a teenager, yes she would admit it and state the freakin' obvious, so all of this supposed desires were in her head. they could have happened with anyone who had kissed her...SO WHY LUCA?! she asked herself that question over and over again. she was content to hate him, loathe him, spit on his grave once she'd put him there but apparently her body wanted to screw him senseless first. no. wasn't happening. maggie wouldn't let herself. to make sure that happened she needed to put some distance between them. that's why vegas was just another shiny light at the end of a long, doomed tunnel. here she could forget it all. she could go back to being herself and she could let all of this go. she could get her head right and maybe even clear it...god what a thought. to go around for even a weekend and not be weighed down by an impending marriage to a bastard soon to be husband who she wanted to both kill and maim at the same time.

-----"ugh!" she screamed at her reflection, scaring herself as she snapped back into reality. see there? her happy was gone. maggie shook her head, attempting to rid her brain of the thoughts as she snapped back into reality. her curls bounced around her head and put a smile on her face. she had to admit, standing before the mirror, that her scantily clad body looked damn good looking back at her. the strapless bra and lacy panty ensemble was damn near making her drool. "god i need a drink." she said exasperated as she grabbed the double banded headband and slid it into place, her hair rippling down her back like that of a grecian goddess. she blew a kiss at the mirror as she killed the lamp light and walked out of the bathroom to the adjacent bedroom. the black, asymmetrical dress laid out across the hotel comforter, just calling her name. with a chuckle maggie slid herself into the dress, zipping it in the back before she slid her feet into the glitzy siler peep toe pumps. tonight she was going to have fun, she was going to forget it all, and unfortunately that may call for one or more strong drinks.

-----she grabbed her silver clutch, making sure it contained her room key as she walked out the door, heading downstairs to the casino floor. sure she was underage but when had that ever stopped her? it wasn't about to now. besides, in this outfit she hardly looked eighteen years old. she could pass for twenty one easily. she hit the bar first, getting a shot of whiskey, which she immediately downed, and ordered one of those frilly drinks just to sip on as she played. what did they call those things...a pomtini? pomegranate and martini mixed into one. what? she had to get those much needed antioxidants somewhere. why not do it while she's killing her liver? with her drink in hand maggie walked past the tables, one after another, looking to see which game she would rather hit first. finally she spotted a blackjack table that screamed her name. only a few people around it, huddled in a shadowy corner. oh yeah, it screamed her name alright. maggie made her way over a settled down into one of the darker chairs, her long, lithe legs still seated in the light, as she dug out money for the table. with a smirk on her lips she looked up, taking a sip from her martini as she caught the gaze of a man walking into the elevator. nummy. with a sultry smile she turned her attention back to the table. "hit." maggie said as she glanced down at her eleven. without much of a thought she watched as the dealer flip her a king of spades. beautiful. the first game of the night and she was already ahead. just as long as she stayed that way.

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status • finished
words • 1601
tagged • connaggie !
clothes • click !
listening to • take it off - the donnas.
notes • --.

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[Connor Selwyn]

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WHEN YOU SEE MY FACE
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
WHEN YOU WALK MY WAY, HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
HOPE IT GIVES YOU HELL
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DESPITE HIS EARLIER DISAPPOINTMENT IN LOSING LUCA, HE WAS BEGINNING TO FORGET THE MISHAP. OF COURSE, HE'D HAVE TO FACE IT ALL OVER AGAIN LATER WHEN HIS FATHER CAUGHT WIND OF THE SITUATION, BUT HE DIDN'T HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THAT END OF THE DEAL RIGHT NOW. SMILING TO HIMSELF AS HE THOUGHT ABOUT THE REST OF HIS EVENING - OR AT LEAST A GOOD HOUR OR TWO OF IT - HE WAITED IMPATIENTLY FOR THE ELEVATOR DOORS TO CLOSE. USUALLY HE WOULD BE SO ANGRY AND PISSED THAT HE'D LOST HIS QUARRY THAT HE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO FOCUS ON ANYTHING ELSE, BUT VEGAS REMOVED HIS TYPICAL REACTION. VEGAS WAS LIKE HIS HOMECOMING EVEN THOUGH HE'D NEVER PHYSICALLY SET FOOT IN THE CITY. IF THERE WAS A CITY EQUIVALENT TO HIS SOUL, THIS WAS IT. THE DEBAUCHERY, GAMBLING, FLASHING LIGHTS, ALL OF IT WAS SO COMPLETELY HIM THAT HE WONDERED WHY HE DIDN'T JUST LIVE HERE. HE KNEW WHY, OF COURSE, BUT THAT WAS ANOTHER ISSUE HE DIDN'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT.

HE WAS MORE TIED TO HIS FATHER THAN HE HONESTLY THOUGHT HE SHOULD BE AT TIMES. DESPITE THOSE THOUGHTS, HE KNEW HE COULD NEVER BE FULLY INDEPENDENT. HE WOULD BE HIS FATHER'S SHADOW UNTIL THE OLDER MAN DIED, AND THEN CONNOR WOULD TAKE HIS PLACE. ESSENTIALLY, HE WOULD TURN INTO KYSON WHEN THE MAN DIED. ALTHOUGH HE COULDN'T HONESTLY SAY HE WANTED THAT FOR HIS LIFE, HE ALSO COULDN'T REFUSE THE CONCEPT. FOR HIS ENTIRE LIFE, HE'D LIVED TO GAIN HIS FATHER'S APPROVAL: AN IMPOSSIBLE TASK. KYSON SELWYN DIDN'T GIVE AWAY HIS RESPECT EASILY, AND IF ANYONE HAD COME CLOSE TO GAINING IT, THAT WAS CONNOR. HOWEVER, HE NEVER FULLY FELT FULFILLED WHEN IT CAME TO BEING IN HIS FATHER'S GOOD GRACES. HE'D DONE HIS SHARE OF SCREWING UP IN ADDITION TO ALWAYS FEELING IN COMPETITION WITH HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER DESPITE THEIR OPPOSITE PERSONALITIES AND CHARACTERS. CONNOR FELT NO REMORSE AFTER KILLING SOMEONE BUT HE KNEW ASHER WOULD PROBABLY CRUMBLE INTO A MILLION LITTLE PIECES AND THEN MELT INTO THE DIRT AT THE THOUGHT OF KILLING ANOTHER PERSON. HE LOVED HIS BROTHER, BUT HE COULDN'T UNDERSTAND THE WAY HE THOUGHT AT TIMES.

SIGHING IMPATIENTLY, HE GLARED AS PEOPLE CROWDED INTO THE ELEVATOR, AND ALMOST UTTERED 'FINALLY' BUT RESISTED. AS HE LOOKED UP THROUGH THE HEADS, HE CAUGHT SIGHT OF TUMBLING DIRTY BLOND HAIR DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HIM AT THE BLACKJACK TABLES, AND HE IRRITATION AT WAITING EVAPORATED. THE GIRL CAUGHT HIS EYE JUST AS HE NOTICED HER, AND SHE OFFERED HIM A CONFIDENT LITTLE SMIRK THAT FORCED HIM TO SMILE IN RETURN. THIS CREATURE WAS WORTH THE WAIT. JUST AS THE DOORS BINGED AND BEGAN TO CLOSE, HE REACHED BETWEEN THE ASIAN COUPLE WHO HAD CROWDED IN FRONT OF HIM, STOPPING THE CLOSING DOOR WITH HIS HAND. SMILING AS IF HE WAS ACTUALLY SORRY TO HOLD THEM UP ALTHOUGH HE WASN'T IN THE LEAST, CONNOR SLID OUT OF THE ELEVATOR AND STRAIGHTENED HIS SHIRT. AFTER BEING PRACTICALLY CRUSHED ONCE THE SLOW IDIOTS HAD DECIDED TO STAMPEDE THE OPEN ELEVATOR, HE PROBABLY LOOKED LIKE HE'D SLEPT IN HIS CLOTHES. SHRUGGING AS HE WALKED THROUGH THE CROWD, GRABBING ANOTHER GLASS OF ALCOHOL OFF OF A PASSING TRAY, AND HE SPUN WITH HIS BACK TO A PASSING DRUNK WHO WAS MUTTERING HIS DISAPPOINTMENT AT WASTING HIS LIFE'S SAVINGS. TAKING A DEEP SWIG AS HE ARRIVED AT THE BLACKJACK TABLE, HE SET THE GLASS DOWN AS HE SLID SMOOTHLY INTO A CHAIR BESIDE THE BEAUTIFUL BLOND.

CONNOR SMILED AT THE GIRL AS HE LAID DOWN HIS BUY-IN MONEY AND RETRIEVED HIS CARDS FROM THE TABLE. WITHOUT PAYING MUCH ATTENTION TO THE GAME AS HE EYED THE GIRL OUT OF THE CORNER OF HIS EYE, HE LEANED BACK AS ANOTHER TRAY PASSED AND GRABBED ANOTHER COMPLIMENTARY DRINK. WELL, COMPLIMENTARY AS FAR AS HE WAS CONCERNED CONSIDERING HE DIDN'T INTEND TO PAY FOR IT. HE DIDN'T CARE IF HE WASTED MONEY - HE COULD GET MORE TOO EASY FOR IT TO BE A TASK - AND HE WAS MORE INTERESTED IN THE FEMALE AT HIS SIDE TO CARE ABOUT EITHER THE GAME OR THE DRINKS HE WAS SWIPING FROM THE COMPLAINTIVE WAITERS. TURNING SLIGHTLY TO THE GIRL, HE SMILED AT HER BEFORE SPEAKING. "IF YOU WIN, YOU'RE BUYING ME A BETTER DRINK THAN THIS ONE," HE STATED PLAYFULLY, HIS IRISH ACCENT THICK AND LILTING OVER THE AMERICANS SURROUNDING THEM. FINISHING OFF THE CHEAP DRINK IN HIS HAND, HE PLACING IT ON ANOTHER PASSING TRAY AND IGNORED THE WAITER WHO MUTTERED SOMETHING INAPPROPRIATE. RAISING HIS EYEBROWS SLIGHTLY, HE TURNED BACK TO THE GIRL AND GLANCED NONCHALANTLY AT THE GAME AT HAND. "WHERE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?" HE ASKED ABSENTLY AS HE OFFERED HER A GLANCE, LOOKING OVER HER GORGEOUS OUTFIT AND DANGEROUSLY BEAUTIFUL BODY. A BODY LIKE THAT SHOULDN'T BE LEGAL, NOT OUTSIDE OF HIS BEDROOM ANYWAY. "BECAUSE I KNOW A WOMAN AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BE ALONE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS. NOT FOR LONG AT ANY RATE."

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TAG MAGGIE
CLOTHES HERE
WORDS 1000+
NOTES IT'S HARDER RPING ON A 50 INCH TV THAN YOU'D THINK. LOL!
LYRICS ALL AMERICAN REJECTS, GIVES YOU HELL

[Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos]

MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOS
VIVA LAS VEGAS, CASINO FLOOR, NOVEMBER 2007

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-----this whole thing with luca was just a nightmare. she'd said it before and she'd probably say it a thousand times over, but damn it it was true. what the hell was wrong with him anyways? did he really expect her to not go to vegas simply because he didn't want her to? if he thought she was going to buckle down and just obey when he gave an order then the bastard had a lot to learn. by now it had to be painfully obvious that she wasn't like everyone else. and this wasn't meant in a slow or special kind of way. maggie was just different. her idea of right and wrong was skewed, that was a given, but a lifetime of watching her father's business did that to her. it was hardly her fault. how could one grow up with the "real" sense of what was right and what was wrong when her father got away with anything? a child who could pull away from a life of crime to become an upholder of the law had to be one of the most demented people out there. maggie wasn't sure it was possible, but then again there were always exceptions to the rule. just like there were exceptions to every rule. that was one of the reasons why maggie was trying so hard to get out of this arranged marriage bullshit. first of all it was unnecessary. marrying off the daughter that he despised was nothing more than a ploy to get rid of her, but dragging luca into this? he was nothing more than a glorified foot soldier. sure he meant a little more than what was deemed normal to fausto, but that didn't make any of this right. well none of it was right in the first place and that was why maggie was working so damn hard to make sure this marriage never went through. the day that she could beat her father once more was just around the corner, she could taste it, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

-----the corinthos' really did have a fucked up family life. nothing was right about these people from the head of the family all the way down to the baby corinthos. they were all fucked up in one way or another. juan was selfish, ignorant, and liked using his daughter as a means for getting what he wanted. he was a sexist pig and probably had a huge need to put a bullet in maggie's head, one of the many reasons why he was screwed to hell. but maggie never expected any sort of feelings of family. it wasn't like getting into this business deeper or getting out of it altogether was going to change any of that. it wasn't like throwing in the towel was going to get her daddy's love. she didn't want it. and as long as she didn't give a damn about what her father thought, she might as well be doing what she enjoyed. that was the business. maggie loved it. it was the one career that seemed to be made for her. it was dangerous, it required intelligence if you wanted to last more than one shipment, it required malice and being able to make allies no matter what. maggie could do all of that and more. now whether it be the drug business or something else, maggie wasn't sure, but whatever it was she was doing as long as it was dangerous and had a huge payoff, it was her kind of gig. she really was an easy girl to please if anyone took the time to notice. involvement. that was the easiest way to get on her good graces. let her in, let her do what she was good at, and sit back and watch. a little credit where credit was due and she was happy as a clam. she didn't need adoring fans or her father's head on a spit, though the more the weeks went on the more appealing that sounded. she just wanted to be included. it really didn't sound like much, but when you were a woman in a male dominated business, well that pretty much sealed your fate.

-----being in vegas though gave her the kind of freedom and appreciation she desired. there were throngs of people here whose eyes fell on her the moment she walked into a room. as opposed to the usual sneer she would get, or being blown off completely, there was a sense of visual appreciation. what girl wouldn't like that? maggie had to admit that she was a sucker for it. when she spent so much time in the shadows being hidden away because she was better than the boys, well it made being recognized and noticed all the more bittersweet. it. was. nice. for lack of a better word. take for example the guy she'd noticed in the elevator. maybe he thought she wasn't looking but she'd noticed his every moment since he'd shot out his hand to stop the elevator doors from closing and had escaped the body-packed metal cage. it felt feline, but not necessarily foreign to watch him the way she had. after all she'd had a bad few days, fun but bad, and with a recent encounter with luca she was all too ready to forget, well let's just say she was a little more easy to handle than usual. she dropped her gaze to her cards as he approached, feigning nonchalance as a warm body slid in beside her, putting in his due and getting some cards. she leaned back against the low back chair, crossing one long, tanned leg over the other as she took a peek at her new cards. "hit" she said as her handsome, but intruding, stranger got his cards. one card down and she had a solid twenty. she nodded a stay as he spoke, making her want to chuckle. "now, now. that sounds a bit like a lose/lose situation for me." maggie said as she flipped a curl over her shoulder to disappear into the mass of other curls. "either i lose my money on the table or i lose it buying you drinks. it certainly sounds like that role should be reversed."

-----she couldn't help but to shoot him her most daring side glance. it was after all a challenge. whoever he was, he seemed to have a blatant disregard for authority. definitely her kind of guy. "oh that sleaze? probably off sleeping away his drunken stupor." technically she was speaking of luca though she doubted he was anywhere near this place. he was probably halfway back to valkyrie and his precious little london by now. that stupid bitch. no, she wasn't jealous. "but he's a deadbeat anyways and so not worth my time." she had to admit that it felt nice to have those appraising eyes looking over every last inch of her body. felt nice y'know? not something she was getting in her previous...relationship? and by god she should have been. luca wasn't anywhere near as appreciative as he should have been. like he could have landed someone that looked like her had she not been forced into it? seriously if london was the best he could do, then maggie was certainly worlds out of his league. "you're so very right. i shouldn't be alone." she directed her gaze away from the table finally to look him dead in the eyes. "why? are you offering?" she said with a slight chuckle and a smirk. maybe this ruined day could be salvaged. who knew.

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status • finished
words • 1534
tagged • connaggie !
clothes • click !
listening to • -- - --.
notes • so sorry this is so damn late. it got lost in a series of replies and slipped my mind. hopefully the content makes up for it.

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