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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Feb 27, 2010 10:03:57 GMT -6
 MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSNIGHTLIFE, BARE, EVENING, WINTER 2007[/font][/center] -----the throbbing feel of the music radiated through her body and practically shook her. well, the music was loud enough to accomplish that on it's own, much less the fact that maggie was so at home here. god she loved the night life. if she could sleep all day and simply party, go to clubs, and enjoy herself all night, she would be a happy camper. there was just something about it. the life of the crowd, the drunkeness as well, but maggie just lapped it up and she practically thrived off it. the best part was, so did most of her customers. maggie couldn't count how many people she'd sold to tonight. so much so that she'd had to stop herself before people got suspicious. still, it was a very productive day and she was happy about it. she didn't come here with anyone tonight, just as she usually didn't, but tonight in particular was a night for celebrating. he 'lovely' partner luca was off on some business and maggie was free to do whatever in the hell she pleased. and boy did she intend on making the most of that freedom. not many people would understand what she was doing or why, because maggie didn't openly tell people she was a drug dealer. she didn't say anything about it because, well, saying something got you caught. tell one wrong person with a conscience and you were bound to find yourself behind bars. people tended to look at you funny as well. your friends were always a little bit cautious, as if you were the one doing the drugs and needed to be monitored. that wasn't the case. maggie was a smart girl. smart enough to not get caught being the only teenager in valkyrie to sell high-end quality mexican dope. she was smart enough to not even look at the stuff twice or even consider taking a bit of it. that was how smart people got stupid, they got mixed up in their own business.
-----still after a night of decent dealing, maggie was up for giving up the job and just having fun. she wanted to. she might as well enjoy her short stint of freedom so if that meant partying it up with some guy for the night, so be it. it was so much more pleasant to go in, do a little dealing, and stick around to enjoy yourself as opposed to feeling like you were a nuisince. ever since maggie and luca had been assigned as partners, that was all she'd felt like. she much preferred selling by herself as opposed to what she had to deal with now. feeling like a thorn in the side of her father was something she always knew she would be treated as. it was something she'd accepted. but having to feel that way for some guy she didn't trust, nor like, was just degrading. it was just another attempt by her father to shoo her away from the business, maggie knew that. but still, being looked at like the gun stuck to the bottom of luca's shoes wore on you after a while. since he was gone, maggie was going to take this opportunity to feel like something more. she was after all the only one who could build herself up. tonight was just the night for that. after all wasn't that what sneaking into a club was all about? the rush? the promise of fun? it was easy enough for her to get in since maggie didn't look at all like any regular eighteen year old. over the past few months she'd just kind of come into her own and that little sense of self confidence on top of a gorgeous look had her getting in anywhere she wanted to go, including clubs. her look even got her the drinks she wanted even if most of the time it was simply water for her. maggie didn't like to push her limits since she knew them so well. she would shoot for a buzz or nothing, because lets face it on a night like tonight, you didn't need a buzz to have fun without the big lug of a downer that was always attached to her hip. maggie already had no inhibitions so if she wanted to go out and have fun then by god she was going to go out and have fun on her own terms.
-----she danced along with the crowd, catching sight of one or two people that she'd sold to who were definitely making short work of their purchases. she laughed, running her fingers through her hair. boy today was a good day. maybe it was because for once she didn't have her brother on her back about everything or her father doing the same, pushing her to sell more before he took matters into his own hands, or maybe it was because she wasn't around luca who treated her only as an immature child. there wasn't even a point to their little partnership other than serving as a reason for juan sr. to kick his daughter out of his business. like that would ever happen. maggie was doing too good for juan to say anything other than "keep up the good work" and she would be damned if this new partnership would drag her down. no, maggie was going to somehow make this work and she would turn it around in her favor, like she always did. luca just provided a little more work on her end, but damnit maggie would have her cake and rub her father's face in it too. the song died down, transitioning into yet another song as maggie pushed her way through the crowds until she reached the bar and sat herself down, breathing a little heavily, but with a smile on her face nonetheless. "what'll it be?" she looked up to see the bartender and gave a smile. "bottled water please." she laughed at the bartender's slightly surprised look and gave him the money necessary when he'd returned it. she spun on her bar stool to survey the crowd, crossing one leg over the other at the knee as she broke the seal on her water bottle, bringing it to her lips and drinking to her heart's content. hey, maybe there was someone in this crowd who could show her a good time...who knows.
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notes • so this used to be a post for ray but haven't seen him in a while so i'm tweaking this to be an open thread. SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS GIRL A FUN NIGHT!! xD.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Mar 2, 2010 11:09:21 GMT -6
 JASON G. LÉVESQUE
OH LORD OH LORD, JUST A PSYCHOTIC GIRL, AND I WON'T GET LOST
IN YOUR WORLD. FRIDAY NIGHT, PARTY LIFE. YOU WERE ACTING LIKE
EVERYTHING WAS ALRIGHT. LATER ON HAD NO ONE AROUND, HAD ME
FIGHTING FOR AIR LAYING ON THE GROUND. OH LORD OH LORD, JUST
A PSYCHOTIC GIRL AND I WON'T GET LOST IN YOUR WORLD.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - *
"what was your name again?" the clerk behind the desk asked, gnawing like a piranha on her already over worked number two pencil. jason groaned as he leaned against the counter that separated the two obviously very different people. this woman was one with age, resembling something of lucille ball with less charisma and charm. jason lévesque, on the other hand, was tan from the beaches of the mediterranean, filled to the brim with condescending undertones and a new beard. a new beard is always a good beard. he gave the woman a fake smile, one that read, "for the sake of my sanity, please get some fucking hearing aids."
"jay-son," he pronounced loudly as he leaned in close to the elder, "greg-oar lévesque." he was obviously in a hurry and very irritated, for he was finally back in valkyrie, california and what did he have to wait for? oh yeah, the things all freshman of valkyrie university had been anticipating. class lists.. dorm room.. just a packet of bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. how did he get by by skipping a whole first month of college and still being able to attend? oh, you got to love the lévesque connections. see his father and mother, upon realizing they had taken anne and jason out of school for the first month and new that was "improper", donated a fat wad of their pocket change to each neighboring school, which in turn made them the heaven sent christened angels to the valkyrie school district. this was why jason believed without money you were without life. "now if you'll excuse me, madam. i have places that need my hasty attendance -"
this woman was a tiger. meow.
"hold on, hold on mister!" she nearly squealed, getting up from her chair and scowling with her hands on her hips. jason smirked, as he walked backwards, retracing his steps and leaned forward against the wooden counter once more.
"yes, madam?" he purred, giving her his trademark lopsided grin. the woman wasn't going to fall for it, however, and instead proceeded to take off his sunglasses, which showed two huge red eyes from the strain of good ole' marijuana.
"are you high, mr. lévesque?" jason laughed, shaking his head as he looked down at the floor for a moment, but then his face contorting to a menacing, straight faced fury. snatching his sunglasses back from the frail old woman's hands, he looked her straight in the eye with his two smoke filled ones.
"touch my sunglasses again and i will not hesitate to sue. or better yet, take back the donations. just like that." snapping his fingers, he then cocked his head to the side, smiling. "now then, you have a nice day. now be a doll that i'm sure you are and mail me all that information, alright? alright." he said coyly, slipping his sunglasses on once more and tracing his fingers through his beard, smiling to himself as he walked out of the valkyrie university admissions office. it was going to be a good night, he could already tell. he was finally off at his own, in college, (despite it not being as far away as what he initially thought when he was a junior in high school), but still. not more of the mansion and all of its drama-rama that had surfaced there, whether it be brianna, bella ainsworth's return (quite short lived, no?) or anne in general. granted, him and anne were actually friends again, which was good because jason was always a believer in the strength of family and family alone, as of late, but he knew that due to them being simply who they were, such a brotherly and sisterly bond wouldn't last long.
the obviously destination on jason's mind was one of which held as many memories as his own mansion home did, and that was bare. but he wouldn't think about those sordid nights, the women (mainly the woman he had met) nor the continuous trouble making he had gotten into. instead, he would drive his traditional bmw right on over there, get drunk, get a little higher and enjoy himself before he had to legitimately buckle down. no, see jason wasn't your average party guy, for while he did enjoy the night, jason averaged himself as a person due to his wealth, quota of women every week, and grades. he cared sufficiently about his education and wouldn't allow himself to stoop to the level of a brainless nitwit of a stoner. no. he was just a well disciplined drug addict. yeah, hah, and that wasn't an oxymoron or anything. still, and back on subject, jason found so much pleasure and luxury in everything that bare stood for, really in only three words: 'a good time'. he smiled to himself as he stepped out of the car, giving the man at the door a familiar nod, having come here so many times now. and immediately the music hit him like the wave of which it was, gliding through his pores and into his blood vessels where his insides vibrated along with the music. it was empowering and it was an adrenaline rush - exactly what mr. lévesque adored. walking over to the bar, not noticing anyone around him at first, he gave the bartender a knowing smile. no id required for such a frequent customer.
"7 & 7, my good man." definitely jason's drink of choice. but then looking to his side, he noticed a leggy brunette with exotic features and a dull drink. bottled water? what the fuck? that had to change. he looked at the bartender and smirked. "and get this divine creature a screaming orgasm, fresh as you can make it." he winked, as he looked over at her and took the water bottle slyly from her hands. where had he seen that face before? definitely not anywhere that didn't resemble this kind of atmosphere, but if so, that would entitle her to be a party girl, so furthermore - why wasn't she drinking? must have been waiting for me, the doll. he thought to himself, as he slid the water bottle down the counter, knocking over someone's drink followed by a distant, "hey man, come on!" ignoring it, he locked eyes with the creature, smirking. she was his target for the night. and if she ended up being the prude that she had already signaled out to be, well then, there were always more fish in the sea. upon receiving the drink for himself and her, she took it and prodded it in her direction. "now don't leave me hanging, kitty cat. a girl like you doesn't deserve a drink so plain." he winked, taking a quick swig of his drink but not without holding his glance on the girl.
oh those friday nights.
THE EXTRAS FINISHED . OCTOBER 5TH (FRIDAY NIGHT), 2007 . WARM . BEARD & TIES FTW! . MISS MAGGIE . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE BLACK KEYS , LOVE NOTES TO RUBY: I KIND OF FIGURED THAT JASON ISN'T GOING TO BE "KNOWN" FOR A DEALER UNTIL HE SETTLES BACK INTO VALKYRIE, SO PLOT WISE, THEY COULD TOTALLY HOOK UP, UNKNOWING THAT THEY'RE BOTH DEALERS, AND THEN BEGIN THEIR KIND OF "COMPETITION" FOR CUSTOMERS AND THEN SHE COULD TOTALLY WITNESS HIM DOING COKE TONIGHT AND SMACK HIM ON THE HEAD LATER DOWN THE ROAD <3
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 2, 2010 16:57:15 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSNIGHTLIFE, BARE, EVENING, WINTER 2007 [/font][/center] -----there was something about tonight that just held a little more promise, and a little more freedom than other nights. what could explain it? the lack of a 185+ pound annoyingly frustrating cling on, that's what. funny how luca's disappearance was like giving maggie an oxygen mask. now she could sit around, dance, and just flat out have fun without having to worry about what the crabby old giovanni babysitter had to say. psha. as if she even needed a babysitter in the first place. maggie was a big girl, she could handle herself and had done a damn fine job of it so far without her new buddy's help. why in the hell did she need this tag along? well she could tell you why in one word, daddy. maggie wasn't allowed to have fun? fun? what was that word? i'll tell you it was this right now in this bar. it was being in a familiar environment being up to her eyeballs in customers, it was sitting down and just enjoying the music and a nice refreshing bottle of water. and it was water. maggie didn't need alcohol to make her happy. in fact on her best days it was as if maggie didn't need a damn thing because doing her job was the only sense of satisfaction that she needed. she didn't need alcohol to make the party any more of a party. she didn't need drugs to give her any more of a high than she was already in. the girl was self satisfying, and boy had she yet to disappoint herself.
-----maggie was used to doing everything on her own. there had been no real rock for her in her life, not like she had been complaining. maggie figured it was a decent thing to learn to live only relying on oneself. after all, was she really supposed to grow up expecting someone to hand her her life on a silver platter? pah-lease. maggie was bigger than that and certain better than anything someone could just hand to her. needless to say she'd grown up living on her own. her mother was super unreliable. sophia mitchell was a waste of ever loving space. no one could expect that woman to do anything other than spending her family's not so hard earned money. she was a shitty mother, a shitty wife apparently since maggie's father had been so quick to dump her on her ass. she was all-around useless. why would maggie aspire to be anything that that woman could provide? her father was just as much, if not more, pathetic than her mother. he was a shoddy criminal and would have been found out years ago if it hadn't been for maggie's genius. hell if it wasn't for her he wouldn't even be selling in the states! juan sr. would be doing nothing other than sitting around tijuana twiddling his thumbs and getting his men killed. oh yes, she really aspired to be that. no, in fact maggie intended to surpass all of the people in her life and their pathetic excuses for lives. her father was a drug dealing criminal? he was nothing compared to the devil in carnate she could become. after all, maggie was a self satisfying woman.
-----her sense of self satisfaction was no less inhibited by the man who slid in beside her at the bar, asking away for his drink of choice. decent choice, maggie had to admit. she looked over her shoulder to find the stranger looking at her, simultaneously ordering her a drink. a sly smirk played upon her lips as she took him in. yummy. definitely yummy. probably a little scragglier than she preferred but she was never that picky. it wasn't as if she'd never been hit on at a bar before. there had been plenty of guys to offer her the same thing, the same drink and the same accompanying look in their eyes. but none seemed to actually promise a follow through the way this guy did. she relinquished her bottle, watching thoroughly entertained as he slid it out of her reach, knowing into other people's drinks. hmm. she turned her attention to him, silently locking eyes with him. oh yeah. this one definitely promised fun with the kind of follow through a girl like maggie would find appealing. she heard the sound of the bartender bring the drinks but didn't turn to face the noise. why bother when what was in front of her was so much more appealing? so far this mister tall, dark and handsome had done all the talking. she kind of liked it that way. with a bit of a smirk maggie grabbed the shot glass and downed it. it wasn't like she couldn't drink in the first place. she'd simply originally chosen not to.
-----maggie ran her tongue across her lips with a faint quirk of her head to the side. "baby you can do better than that." she said to the bartender, tossing the empty glass so that he had to fumble around to catch it. "and you," she said with a smirk, turning back to her new found stranger. "what makes you think i even need a drink in the first place." her voice was light-hearted with an undertone of a challenge, but nothing that would scare him away intentionally. now if he chose to high tail it out of here like a puppy that just got kicked, that was his prerogative. she leaned back against the bar, propping herself up by her elbows as she faced this new guy. definitely someone who could give her a run at fun tonight. was this a bit of payback? a token of something maybe? ask and you shall receive? ha, maggie didn't believe in that. you made your own fun just like you did your own luck. "but if you're really serious you'll knock it off with the fru-fru exotic drinks and buy me something real." she chuckled under her breath as she undid her hair tie and let her brunette locks fall into place about midway down her back. "got a name?" she asked as she glanced at him, her gaze still halfway locked on his.
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listening to • tik tok - ke$ha.
notes • lomg this is going to be fun already. i can see it now. and yeah she'll definitely be gather ammunition to use against him later. btw, sorry if this reply kind of blows. oh, and i'm not a drinker so i had to look up both, lmao. so forgive me if i'm a little off.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Mar 3, 2010 22:29:23 GMT -6
JASON G. LÉVESQUE
OH LORD OH LORD, JUST A PSYCHOTIC GIRL, AND I WON'T GET LOST
IN YOUR WORLD. FRIDAY NIGHT, PARTY LIFE. YOU WERE ACTING LIKE
EVERYTHING WAS ALRIGHT. LATER ON HAD NO ONE AROUND, HAD ME
FIGHTING FOR AIR LAYING ON THE GROUND. OH LORD OH LORD, JUST
A PSYCHOTIC GIRL AND I WON'T GET LOST IN YOUR WORLD.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - *
now don't be fooled by such charm and fine ammunition of good looks, for jason gregoire lévesque had indeed pulled this stunt before. what could get a girl quicker into your eye line than buying her a provocative drink, keeping the eye contact and then taking command of the situation? indeed jason had used this tactic many times before, maybe not every single time, mind you, but it was easy to keep himself walled off. the day he did something different, well then, that would make the situation different. making the girl different. in this time in his life, all these beautiful, undeserving women were all the same. they were all just the same things he would push on a bed, grope, feel, sweat on and then never call again. they accepted this as well simply by letting him buy their drink, for what kind of cordial, wanting man would want to buy the girl of his dreams a drink? instead, if jason actually fell for a girl, he would have dragged her off to paris at that very moment. but no. these californian girls loved their vodka just as much as they loved their orgasms provided by yours truly. of course, how could he mind such things? they were pleasure inducing and jason was very much a pleasuring guy. maybe not personality wise, besides his delectable charm, but his face was well off enough.
jason watched the leggy brunette down her drink quickly while stroking his fingers in his newly grown beard, smirking underneath the brown hair and not keeping his chestnut eyes off her bodacious rack. well, he was a guy, much like all the others in the bar. this girl was desired, and she was a target. in other words, she was done for now that jason had his eyes on her.
"baby you can do better than that." the cocky girl said to the bartender, as jason smiled, obviously impressed and relieved that the girl had a stomach for alcohol. given that he was already high and was slowly getting drunk (at this point it took forever), he was going to need a lot of drinks to share with a delicious companion. he didn't say a word, as he ordered another drink just by nodding to the frazzled, busied bartender for a refill. he took another shot and looked towards the feline with a watchful gaze. "and you," she had said to him, with a smirk he all too well recognized by the female race. god, he hated it. they thought they ran the damn place.
women.
"what makes you think i even need a drink in the first place." really? from first glance, and maybe the girl didn't realize this, but by first glance if a girl is at a bar holding a fucking water bottle, she obviously isn't there to have a good time. jason was debating whether to lecture her on bar etiquette or to just play along with the pussy cat. well, he wanted to first and foremost of the nickname, so he knew the better choice.
"darling, might i suggest not ordering a water bottle if you want to suggest you desire a good time? not everyone is as fun sober as they are in my arms intoxicated." slipping in the 'in my arms' line quickly, he took another shot and finally broke away from looking at her to look at the crowd. it was busy that friday night, the way he liked it. there were an assortment of familiar faces, and some he hadn't met which was even more enticing. jason had missed being in valkyrie, as odd as it sounded. this was his chance to completely erase brianna malinda and bella ainsworth from his life, for he hadn't spoken to them in months and truly that decision was all for the better. they only caused extra discomfort and regular drama that he had never initially desired. of course, there was the daphne hayes situation, but in a sense she was always the better of both b's in his life. daphne atleast liked to have a good time and didn't go around getting fucking pregnant or getting mad at him for some reason. take a stab at that coco. despite he still adored his little preggo family friend. after moving his eyes around the bar, he looked back at the lady he occupied, raising his brow at her next comment.
"but if you're really serious you'll knock it off with the fru-fru exotic drinks and buy me something real." he laughed, shaking his head and looking at the bartender. saying to the side to her,
"now that's my kind of girl. hey! 7 & 7 for the miss too. she's feeling empowered tonight." he laughed, shaking his head as he received the shot and gave it to her for them to share. "here's for temporary equality, kitty cat." jason winked, as he downed the shot, letting the fire trickle down his throat and into his stomach, the warmth burning and molding his nerves, letting them loosen like clay. he shook his head, feeling the full effects of weed and alcohol, his eyes drooping and his long hair in an obvious, well worn disarray.
and then she let all that long, brown hair fall. god damn, that nearly killed him. she belonged in his bed that very moment, but unfortunately, girls weren't as kind as they used to be.
"got a name?" he peered at her, wondering what she meant to get at that. well, might as well keep his name is circulation.
"jason lévesque." he said, leaning against the bar, looking at the crowd. "and it is a pleasure to meet you." he smirked, sniffing a little and letting his hands twitch. god he had to get his fix soon. and he hated to admit it, but the feeling was all to familiar, and his obvious habits would show soon if he didn't make it somewhere private, or atleast a bathroom. but lose this girl? now that she had just pulled that damn hair move? oh jason didn't like such pickles. "now darling, do you trust me?" he asked, leaning toward her, keeping his eyes on her for the entirety of whatever she had to say next. each glance included the movement of her lips, the crease it made near her nose, the rosy cheeks, the make up endorsed eyes and that hair, that flowing brown hair. oh she was his and she would be his all that night. that was final.
THE EXTRAS FINISHED . OCTOBER 5TH (FRIDAY NIGHT), 2007 . WARM . BEARD & TIES FTW! . MISS MAGGIE . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE BLACK KEYS , LOVE NOTES TO RUBY: HAHA DON'T WORRY, 'TIS FINE.
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Mar 3, 2010 23:15:27 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSNIGHTLIFE, BARE, EVENING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----this was her night. in all seriousness tonight this place belonged to her and anyone in here had her say so to be here. that was the way she felt tonight. that was the kind of freedom she had without her tag along luca. give the girl some credit. she really could handle herself. she was not this waste of a pathetic blob nor was she some damsel in distress who needed rescuing at every turn. she was the kind of girl who could get herself out of a pickle and rescue the man if she really felt like her was worth the effort. she was not this mopey "omg i broke a nail!" kind of girl and it really was starting to bother her that every man in this fucking town thought she would be helpless without her mastercard. what the hell was it about california that had all women lumped into one category, because she certainly did not fit into that pathetic waste of a crowd. maggie was smart first of all. she knew moves before you made them, she saw outcomes that most people didn't, etc. it was what made her most valuable to her father, even if he didn't want to admit it. she was calculating without being completely disconnected and she could carry on a conversation with you and peg you the moment she heard the first words out of your mouth. more than just street smart, maggie was people smart too, least there had been no one to prove her wrong just yet. even if she'd ever been wrong, maggie was always well prepared for the worst of situations. there had yet to have been a time aside from her father's little show at the gio mansion when maggie had been caught off guard. she made a point to always be well aware of whatever in the hell was going on.
-----just ask luca how well maggie could take care of herself. actually, ask his halfway broken nose and equally broken pride. that would speak for itself. maggie was...not without her specialties. she was a genius with knives, after all they were her favorite playthings, a crack shot with guns though she never preferred them, and she knew how to throw her weight around like the best of them. face it, the girl was good. it was just simply because she didn't flaunt it that men took one look at the natural pout and gracious chest and took her for being yet another credit card whore. pathetic. where were the days when strong, intelligent women were admired? oh right, those days didn't exist because sexist pigs liked their women to pray before them and beg for their money. pigs. call her angry, call her feminist, maggie was neither. she just hated, hated, being underestimated. kind of like this notion that she couldn't have fun unless she was piss drunk. well maggie could have plenty of fun, that just meant that she absolutely had her wits about her when guys were flirting away. it meant that she could without a down tear their poor little egos to shreds and walk away, in a straight line, with a smile on her face. she liked her water. water was refreshing, hell water was good for you, so there was really nothing wrong with her choice of drink other than the fact that it made her inhibitions completely inhibited. she did in fact have her wits about her, this guy was merely trying to get past that. she was letting him, for now.
-----she cracked a wide smile at his comeback dissing her water bottle. "on the contrary, it simply means that you would have to work harder and you don't like that." raising an eyebrow at his slip, she couldn't help but to shake her head in amusement. "ah but you see i'm much more fun sober. you're missing out." she chuckled. she took her second shot in her hand, giving it a once over before tipping it back. equality my ass maggie thought to herself, and kept it to herself. she ran her fingers through her hair as she felt that wonderful burn, closing her eyes in temporary ecstasy. she looked over at him as she asked for his name. she couldn't very well call him TD&H all night, tall dark and handsome. well she could but it was quite the mouthful and a name would just appease her more. jason. something in the back of her mind told her she'd heard that name before. whether it be on the waves of the gossipers or what she couldn't remember. we forget that maggie did her homework before coming to valkyrie, that meant no one was an exception. "the same could be said for you jason." she swiveled out toward the crowd for a moment, quirking her head in his direction as he spoke. "hell no." she said point-blank, finally turning her gaze to his with a smirk, "but since when has that mattered?" maggie had promised herself a bit of fun tonight and it looked as though dear old jason was doing all of the work for her. wonderful. "what did you have in mind?" she asked simply as she rose from the bar stool, flicking stray strands of hair over her shoulder.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 3, 2010 10:45:46 GMT -6
JASON G. LÉVESQUE
OH LORD OH LORD, JUST A PSYCHOTIC GIRL, AND I WON'T GET LOST
IN YOUR WORLD. FRIDAY NIGHT, PARTY LIFE. YOU WERE ACTING LIKE
EVERYTHING WAS ALRIGHT. LATER ON HAD NO ONE AROUND, HAD ME
FIGHTING FOR AIR LAYING ON THE GROUND. OH LORD OH LORD, JUST
A PSYCHOTIC GIRL AND I WON'T GET LOST IN YOUR WORLD.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - * "on the contrary, it simply means that you would have to work harder and you don't like that."
well, even though jason didn't know the girl, she was certainly right about that. jason didn't like the challenge of nailing a girl if she wasn't worth it and this girl was just another on the list - definitely not worth it yet in his book. when push came to shove, not many people really seemed worth a shiny penny in his book, and maybe that was a bit unfortunate. such an ideal usually brought about his realization of his loneliness even more. literally, jason wasn't lonely. he had several select friends, people he dealt to and the women he seduced. however, figuratively, there was no one. no one he could honestly depend on and no one he could just sit with and have a casual conversation - mainly because he didn't allow it. such a vulnerability wasn't what he yearned for nor was he looking for a heart to heart. but part of this rooted from him missing brianna malinda. that was all there was to it.
then again, he really hated the bitch.
was jason as bitter as a middle aged divorced woman? that was all too possible, and at this point, there was nothing stopping him for the first time in a while from hooking up with whomever deemed acceptable. this girl, whatever her name was, seemed that way.
"ah but you see i'm much more fun sober. you're missing out." the girl said with an air of confidence, but possibly because of the drink he had just provided her? he couldn't tell with women - they always get so damn haughty when they're drunk, the way they should be, for that was the single most important factor to either a slut, a good catch or both. whatever puts out, right jason? he could only raise an eyebrow to the statement, wondering how in the hell someone could be more fun sober, especially if they were prodding that off while drinking. jason knew for a fact that everyone was more fun drunk, even if they were a whiny, asshole drunk. at least they were anything but bland, and unless the girl thought being sober and bland was her idea of fun, then it only made him a bit more interested on how fucking her would be. yes, he already had predetermined this. this beautiful, foxy woman would be with him tonight if there was anything he could do or say about it.
"well, i can't imagine you being more fun than you are right now my dear, so i'd like to rebuke that statement entirely. but cheers to your stray from the water." he held up his 7&7 winking at her before taking a shot's worth and letting the poison filter through his nostrils and down his throat with a sensation of musky fire and toxic waste. however, he already felt his head lift off in a state one would call being cross faded, and that he definitely was. maybe it was fortunate, maybe it wasn't, but after partying so much and for so long, it took jason a while to feeling anything, and even then, he could still hold his composure if he needed to. alcohol and weed didn't seem to affect his already too damaged system as it used to and it seemed almost just all mental intoxication at this point. that's why there was coke. but, we don't divulge into that just yet.
jason had half expected girl to say that, for of course, he hadn't even cared to ask for her name yet, and watched her intently and darkly as she tried to articulate.
"hell no." she said at first, staring right back at him but with a smirk while a serious, straight faced was laced on his. "but since when has that mattered?" 'atta girl, jason thought to himself as he finally smirked, seeing that he was in the clear for both a sniff and a lay. looks like this was going to be worth it after all. "what did you have in mind?" he watched her as she was already getting up, flicking hair behind her shoulder, as he got up and still looked at her. staring at a girl for so long always made them a bit fidgety - defenseless. jason enjoyed the power and after finishing the drink and paying the good man a large tip, he took the girl's hand and led her to the dark corner of the club where there was a hallway filled with people making out on either sides. he grimaced at the filth and instead hit the side door with the side of his shoulder, which took them to the back of the club. a dark alleyway. even classier. letting go of her hand immediately, he dug into his pockets and took out what looked to be a necklace with a cross on it. however, upon twisting the top, there lay a stick that was laced with coke. (how cruel intentions, jason) taking a quick sniff, blinking and focusing on his already lost mind, he looked at the beauty of the girl as he hair fell off her shoulder in the scandalous moonlight. smirking to her, he put the necklace of the holy coke back into his pocket and pushed her against the brick wall.
"you really are beautiful, aren't you kitty cat?" he purred into her ear, biting her lip right before kissing her roughly, leaving no space between them and running his hands all through the hair he had admired all night. these are the moments in his routinely unhealthy nights that he lived for.
THE EXTRAS FINISHED . OCTOBER 5TH (FRIDAY NIGHT), 2007 . WARM . BEARD & TIES FTW! . MISS MAGGIE . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE BLACK KEYS , LOVE NOTES TO RUBY: SO SORRY THIS IS LATE.. GETTING CAUGHT UP IN SCHOOL, ETC ETC. YOU KNOW THE DEAL. BUT ATLEAST IT'S STILL HAPPENING!
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Post by Magdelena "Maggie" Corinthos on Apr 3, 2010 20:59:01 GMT -6
MAGDELENA "MAGGIE" CORINTHOSNIGHTLIFE, BARE, EVENING, SEPTEMBER 2007 [/font][/center] -----maggie was no easy girl, that much was obvious. she had pretty much no respect for the kind of women that could hear a compliment or two and just fall into bed. seriously? how shallow and vain could a person be? it was sad if you asked her. maggie was very confident in the fact that she had much more self worth than that. she didn't need to go out on a daily basis just to flirt and feel beautiful. she looked at herself in the mirror, she already knew that she pretty much had that one in the bag. now i know that sounds completely self-centered and in a way it was, but when you look around at most of the pathetic women today it was easy to see how she would come across that way. maggie was a much stronger woman than most that stuck around this town these days. it was almost sad when you looked at the population to see what kind of leftovers stayed in valkyrie. often times it seemed as if the whole female population was just a lost cause. no one went out and did things for themselves anymore. girls were happy to get into a club and never have to pay for a thing because their looks could get them everything. now it was true that on occasion maggie did like a little treat, take tonight for example, but to look forward to the point in her life when a man could take her under his wing and she'd never have to lift a finger again? that didn't sound like a charmed life, that sounded like a damn curse. maggie wasn't one to complain if someone was to come into her room and wash her sheets when she didn't want to, or scrub the toilet, or things like that. but the kind of lives some women aspired to have sounded more like condemning someone then giving them the world.
-----maggie wasn't afraid to work for what she wanted. hell since the day her father had let her into the business at fourteen, maggie had been working to get what she wanted. and she'd yet to reach that goal too. it had to be one of the longest standing goals maggie had, getting in good with this business. it didn't suit her to just be another drone doing whatever her father ordered. the orders were the business, she understood that, but a position of just a little respect, respect that maggie well deserved at this point, was really not that difficult to ask for. only when it concerned maggie's father was it so much of a bad thing. no matter how many times she tried, no matter how many times she showed him how valuable she was, juan corinthos didn't care. all he saw was the fact that he was being bested by a teenager around every turn. though that didn't so much matter anymore. maggie had gotten over what appeared to have been a childish fantasy about a year or so ago. since then it's been more about besting him and less about trying to prove herself. did she care? of course not. not anymore. it was just recently that juan corinthos had even factored into what his daughter was thinking. it was only now that she'd been assigned her wonderful ball of sunshine partner that all of the shit had figuratively hit the fan. ah yes, dear old luca. she'd been his partner for what? a few days? and already she wanted to throttle him. that should come as no surprise though seeing as how their first meeting had come to blows. none of this really surprised her. this arrangement, this partnership, was nothing more than a ploy of juan's doing to get maggie out of the business. but that wasn't happening any time soon.
-----deep down maggie probably did still care, but those kind of feelings were buried deep right next to the appreciation she got when guys bought her drinks. they nearly felt non-existant. maggie did tend to have a lot more fun when she was sober. when she was drunk she was a happy-go-lucky drunk still equipped with her smart mouth but no where near as dangerous and conniving as she liked to be. when she was sober maggie flirted and she had fun, she hopped up on tables, and had a grand old time all by herself. but hey, most people when watching her would probably still assume she was drunk so what real difference did it make? "cheers." she said with a slight chuckle, finishing off whatever was left of her drink. the slight fuzziness to her brain told maggie that she was on her way to being drunk. she didn't do it often and had usually stopped by now, but honestly, what was stopping her at this point. her 'partner' was god only knew where doing god only knows what and he certainly didn't give a damn about her. he certainly wouldn't have stopped her had he been here anyways so why wasn't she just doing as she pleased? well for the fact of the matter, she was doing what she pleased. maggie was dead set on having a good time and nothing was stopping her tonight. not luca, not family issues, nothing.
-----she almost laughed at him as she spoke, answering his question as to whether or not she trusted him. of course she didn't she'd only met him, but as maggie had said before, when did that matter? right now and to her, it didn't matter one bit, at that was all that counted. finally her words sunk in and he smirked. oh fun. she followed him through the club as they headed toward the back, toward a dark hall where a handfull of other couples were making out. pick a spot? she didn't think so. thankfully he had the same idea as he hit the back door which lead them outside where a slight cool breeze made everything better. his hand was gone almost immediately and maggie watched him as he pulled something out and sniffed it. just her luck to pick out the junkie in the club. how ironic was it? really? she'd just finished dealing and here she was flirting and having drinks with yet another of someone's client? maggie probably couldn't get away from the shit if she tried, but then again as long as she wasn't having any of it, she didn't care. that was her one rule. as a dealer, she never did any of her own product. hell she never even did drugs. she saw what kind of a useless lowlife it would turn a person into and let's just say that maggie was smarter than that. besides, when she had a clear head maggie was lethal. she couldn't very well give up her edge for just some rush. especially when adrenaline did more for for her than any drug could. once done, she cast a glance to him as he approached her, a smirk coming to her lips. "you bet your ass i am." maggie said in response before he kissed her. she kissed him back vigorously, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pressed her body closer to his.
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Post by Jason Lévesque on Apr 12, 2010 14:56:52 GMT -6
JASON G. LÉVESQUE
OH LORD OH LORD, JUST A PSYCHOTIC GIRL, AND I WON'T GET LOST
IN YOUR WORLD. FRIDAY NIGHT, PARTY LIFE. YOU WERE ACTING LIKE
EVERYTHING WAS ALRIGHT. LATER ON HAD NO ONE AROUND, HAD ME
FIGHTING FOR AIR LAYING ON THE GROUND. OH LORD OH LORD, JUST
A PSYCHOTIC GIRL AND I WON'T GET LOST IN YOUR WORLD.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - *
did the monotony of jason's toxic routine ever get to him? it was a decent question, and asked among his peers more often than not. however, if jason were to actually be asked (instead of behind his back) he'd answer confidently that at this rate, it most certainly did not. jaosn had been doing this all throughout high school and now it was even trickling into his college years, so quite frankly, this was no longer just a habit nor a phase, but his actual lifestyle. and even though he went through various phases last year, much due to the blonde bee or jail, where he would swear off all the tricks of the trade. whether it was when he was actually, legitimately with brianna or when he was stuck in jail with what started as a d.u.i but then turned into an investigation of the almost-rape of daphne hayes. jason had had his own time of soberness, time to think and recuperation. but whenever he was done with such bores and dullness, he found himself in situations like he was in right now with whatever this brunette goddess was. the dark alleyways behind bare where the rust and dust of the brick walls brushed against his thousand dollar coat jacket and the night air heightened all senses and feeling rushing between both intoxicated bodies. arms moving, hands going through hair, minds turning into dying buzzards flickering only by the life of sensual need.
yes, jason had been here far too many times before, and now that the cocaine was mixing into play with the marijuana and alcohol (how was he not dead already) he was an animal. this was when jason became dangerous, as daphne hayes had learned last year. however, of course do to this, he had learned from it as well. he wasn't going to go through with that fucking shit again. however, this girl seemed willing, so he wouldn't have to put his rushed heartbeat to the test.
"you bet your ass i am." the girl said when they began to kiss.
in response, jason grimaced, trying to ignore such a comment. he found it to be an absolute turn off when pretty girls used profanity when they weren't angry. maybe jason was a sexist, but he felt the words "ass, fuck, bitch, cunt, damn" etc etc belonged to the man if they were really going to talk in such manners to one another. however, jason had many turn offs, but that never stopped him from a drunken, club hook up, especially with a girl with a face crafted by gods and an ass that was as juicy as a steak.
jason's perception was just appetizing, eh?
being the fan of rough play that he was, he took no hesitation in taking control. grabbing her to his body as closely as he could, his body shaking from the narcotics and feeling his veins pulsating with faux energy, he dug his hands into the small of her back and took no apprehension in tugging on her clothes as if to tear them off right there and then. moving his hands aggressively up her back and into her brown locks, he grinded against her in a feverish manner, then quickly taking her and spinning her around so that he could push her up against the wall. feeling her inner thigh, he smirked as he tried to articulate through passion and powder.
"i want you." suddenly, upon saying that and before he could literally tear her clothes to shreds, a trash can lid clattered in the alleyway as a homeless man walked down there, staring at them through his dark and crumb filled beard. the man waved. "fuck." jason groaned, pushing himself off the brunette goddess, staring down the friendly yet perverted homeless man and then back at her. "i didn't want to catch a disease anyway. follow." he ordered, leaving no room for interruption or an argument as he tugged her hand tightly and glaring down the homeless man. suddenly, he stopped before the man, an intangible amount of odd, out of nowhere anger rushing into color to his face. he wasn't a fan of intruders, much less poor ones. "you're as pathetic as the trash you live in." with that, he hit the man from the back of the head, making the guy stumble, as the adrenaline from the coke continued to rush through his body. and of course, another example of jason's charm with the poor. or lack thereof. inhumanity was more like it. but all he could focus on right now was being inside that darling dress and darling girl, and as he led her to his car, he knew he'd have a mission accomplished.
again, again, again - oh, those friday nights.
THE EXTRAS FINISHED . OCTOBER 5TH (FRIDAY NIGHT), 2007 . WARM . BEARD & TIES FTW! . MISS MAGGIE . CREDITS OF FORMAT TO EVERYONE @ V-SIDE, LYRICS TO THE BLACK KEYS , LOVE NOTES TO RUBY: SO I MEAN, I GUESS THE REST OF THE PLOT WOULD BE WHEN MAGGIE AND JASON FIND OUT THEY BOTH DEAL AFTER THIS HOOK UP SESH, SO I MEAN, FOR THE MOST PART I'D ASSUME THIS THREAD IS DONE? UP TO YOU.
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