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Post by xylia zoya riddle on Dec 20, 2015 18:48:41 GMT -5
  It was a Saturday, which meant Xylia had spent a full day working at Barnes and Noble. She liked it there since there were worst ways to earn her rent money, but after nine hours of alternating between changing displays and ringing up purchases at the desk, she was pleased when six o’clock came and she could grab her things and leave. Xylia didn’t think she could ever work a steady nine to five job like some people. She was too colourful a character, too free spirited to be chained to a desk or a rigid desk code. Not to mention she was already covered in tattoos that she wasn’t willing to keep covered just for the sake of a career. Whatever she did in life she wanted to do it as herself, tattoos, a childish streak and everything else that made her uniquely her. She had spent too much of her life being shunned and shamed for who she was and it wasn’t something she was going to let continue.
Xylia didn’t go home. She was a social girl who didn’t get much from being in her own company. She was left alone quite a bit when she was growing up and although that was how she had managed to sneak into movies she shouldn’t have it was really rather lonely. Xylia was an affectionate young woman these days who would befriend anyone who could tolerate her. Tonight was the kind of night where she wanted to be with people she knew. She wanted to have fun and spend the rest of her Saturday just being free and doing whatever – or whoever – took her fancy. Xylia was young, and though some might consider her casual relationships to be a reckless decision, Xylia thought the opposite. It wasn’t a broken heart or a past mistake that made her consider having flings or forming friends with benefits deals. She was just single and didn’t see the harm in keeping herself and someone else happy. So long as no one was getting hurt she didn’t see the harm in any of it.
Rock music blasted through the earbud headphones beneath her black beanie as she walked through the crowds on the sidewalk. One name had popped into her head as she was grabbing her bag and jacket. Xylia wanted to see if he was free before she considered any other plans that evening. Plus, O’Malley’s wasn’t too far from the bookstore when she was walking. She was there in hardly any time at all, pushing the door open and strolling right on up to the bar to find Fabian. “Hey there, Fabulous Fabian. Please tell me you’re about to wrap up your shift and not start it?” She leaned a little further over the bar, using her forearms to keep her balance when she pushed herself up onto her tiptoes. “I was thinking we could have a repeat of last Friday night?” She kept her voice low, her hazel eyes saying all that she needed to. Last Friday had been the second time she had woken up with Fabian still in her bed, so she had sort of already gone ahead and begun to consider him as something more than a friend without thinking it anything serious. Xylia was usually all about keeping the strings unattached.
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TAGGED! Fabian Carter Michaels
WORDS! 558!
OUTFIT! Tattooed Tease!
LYRICS! Wow And Flutter - - - April Smith and The Great Picture Show
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Post by Fabian Carter Michaels on Aug 17, 2016 19:40:39 GMT -5
  Fabian wasn't usually into one night stands or friends with benefits sort of situations but he wasn't dead or so old sex was just a fond memory. He was young, healthy and in his prime, so why should he neglect another potential sort of physical activity? Probably because most of the people who knew him were starting to think he was a bit of a monk. He was far from it but his roommates didn't see the notches he didn't carve into his bedpost and the group at O'Malley's teased him for three full shifts after he walked someone to their taxi, nevermind actually going home with someone. When he did, he slipped out before anymore more than Perri saw him and she only said something in passing afterwards. He loved the woman, he really did. As a sister figure and he would tell her as much after he'd blurted out how much he loved her and then had to backtrack and explain before he got hit by that stunt man she'd been seriously flirting with for the last while.
He was the second youngest of the group at O'Malley's and they all seemed to think of him as a brother, even Utah when she wasn't flirting with him to get rid of a particularly annoying drunk on the other side of their scarred and storied bar top. He played along when she needed him to, said all the right things, glared at all the right people and winking at the ones that understood it was just a game. He had started the flirty game with Xylia a while ago but all those months ago, he'd just been starting to flirt with her, feel her out and see where it might lead to. He hadn't actually expected it to go any further than flirting like it usually did with most of the girls in the bar. He got away with a few going further than that but it didn't happen nearly as often as a certain housemate of his. Plus he learned very quickly after moving into the house to keep dates or any women at all as far away from the house as he possibly could.
Will was a terrible prankster, always telling tales about other dates or nights out where one or more of them found themselves so sick they were fighting for the toilet bowl. It was one of the main reasons for the last couple times he'd bene with Xylia, they'd gone back to her place instead of his. He wasn't quite ready for Will to try and ruin something that might not be more than what it was now. He was thirty minutes away from finishing up his shift when the woman in question settled down at the bar. "That can be arranged. Want something eat while I finish up here?" He asked, leaning against the bar himself.
♦ ♦ ♦ Tag || xylia zoya riddle
Words || 483
Clothes || Beastly Bartender
Music || She's Got This Thing About Her --Chris Young
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Post by xylia zoya riddle on Nov 27, 2016 18:53:15 GMT -5
Xylia wasn’t afraid of what people thought of her. She had spent her whole life being judged for who she was, and she was tired of trying to hide or change to please others. She liked to have a good time, and she wasn’t afraid to enjoy herself. If she had notches that wrapped around her bedposts, then what was the harm in it so long as no one was getting hurt? She was young, she made a point of ensuring she wasn’t breaking up relationships before she dragged someone home with her, and she didn’t open her door to anyone who made her feel uncomfortable or who didn’t treat her with respect. She wasn’t about to be shamed for a little bit of promiscuous behaviour when people did far worse in the world. Besides, it wasn’t like she took someone different home every week. Xylia preferred to find casual partners who sometimes turned into something more if the chemistry was right, or who she would simply break things off with and move onto someone else if the sparks fizzled out.
Fabian had so far held her attention. She liked him, and that was a good thing. She didn’t know a great deal about the man she had dragged into her bed a couple of times already, but that was because they hadn’t exactly sat down and had deep conversations about their likes and lives. Xylia wasn’t typically one for sharing her life story with someone unless they were a close friend or she was in a relationship with them, and right now everything she had with Fabian was just casual. It was fun and she liked him, but she wasn’t ready to open up and show him the types of skeletons she kept in her closet with her vest tops and skinny jeans. Some of them were a little too freaky for some people, and Xylia wasn’t willing to give up a good thing just so she could have some free therapy. Her life had been a fucked up mess at times, but Xylia wasn’t the type to dwell on it. She liked the future she had a shot at, and she had left Stillwater flipping them a fantastic middle finger as she went.
Now she had chances that town never would have given her, just because of who she was. In New York no one even gave a damn about who she had been, and people didn’t even ask. It was nice. She had a freedom she had never truly been able to embrace before without being judged for it, or being accused of rebelling in some way. No one seemed to understand that this was just who Xylia was, who she wanted to be. Xylia flashed Fabian a wicked smile and pulled her beanie off, shaking out her long red locks. “I could inhale a BLT right now. And some fries.” It felt like a lifetime since lunch, but Xylia always felt like that when she had been working. She also suspected that if she took Fabian home they wouldn’t exactly be thinking much about food once they got there.
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TAGGED! Fabian Carter Michaels
WORDS! 525!
OUTFIT! Tattooed Tease!
LYRICS! Wow And Flutter - - - April Smith and The Great Picture Show
NOTES!
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