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Post by Molly Annabelle Cheshire on Sept 30, 2018 12:13:00 GMT -5
  Persistence was key. Cheshire knew that she could get Mason where she wanted him eventually, just as long as she didn’t stop chipping away at his armour and reminding him that she was right there waiting for him to give in and surrender to her very obvious advances. She understood when to back off if someone made it clear that they weren’t ever going to reciprocate her feelings or thoughts, but she hadn’t ever sensed that from the anthropology professor, not even when she had been his student. Sure, she knew he was always trying to keep it professional, but there had been little moments when the mask had slipped just enough for Cheshire to know she was getting to him. That was all she had needed to keep playing her game, knowing that someday it would either work or he’d outright tell her that she had to back the hell off. In the end she had gotten what she wanted and she was wiggling her hips into one of her many form fitting mini-skirts as she dressed to meet him for drinks.
Cheshire wasn’t his student anymore, so it wasn’t like there were rules forbidding them from dating, but she knew there would still be people who frowned upon them. Some stuck up old men most likely who thought the line in the sand was actually a concrete wall. Cheshire had been bending and breaking rules her whole life, and she wasn’t about to act properly now just because she was a grown up with responsibilities and bills to pay. No, she still craved the adrenaline rush. She wanted to be with Mason and see the looks on people’s faces when they innocently asked how the pair had met; “Oh he was my professor in college”. Cheshire was grinning at the thought as she grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the couch where she had tossed it and picked up the keys to the dimly lit apartment she called home.
Had it not been for the students Mason likely had to attend to that afternoon, Cheshire would have gone straight from Chai tea to a locked room. The game wasn’t over though. She wasn’t about to give up on what she had started earlier that day. No, this was just where it started to get interesting. As much fun as it might have been to roll up on her bike and in leather, Cheshire wasn’t completely irresponsible, so she took a cab to the bar they had spoken about and inside she chose a table that was just out of the way enough to be secluded from the rowdy crowds that no doubt would show up soon. She wanted Mason all to herself, and preferably in a spot where she didn’t have to shout in order to be heard. She sent a quick picture to Hadley with a couple of devil emojis for effect. Her friend knew how terrible the set designer could be, but Cheshire still liked to push buttons and show that side of her personality off at every chance. She wasn’t going to order her drink until Mason arrived though; she wanted them to be equal tonight. That’s what they were now, after all.
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TAGGED! Mason James Rivers
WORDS! 540!
LYRICS! Painkiller - - - Halestorm
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