rendevous then i'm through with you;; [cecelia]

[jay]

i find nothing but faith in nothing
wanna put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion
rendezvoud then i'm through with you

Prescott stepped out onto the hard concrete that laid before Trinity Nightclub. His lip curled up slightly as he glanced at the familiar sign that hung above the door. This place was practically like home to him. He had found the club his very first night as a freshman at WUofA and was now a well known regular there. Now over a year that he had been frequenting the club, the bouncer had no need to even check his ID. Adjusting the color of his sleek, black, button-down shirt, Prescott stepped inside the dark club, taking in the familiar aroma.

He paused once stepping inside, taking a glance around the large club. All he needed was a quick scan to figure out which girls caught his eye and which flew under the radar. Only catching one or two exceptionally beautiful ladies, Prescott shrugged and walked towards his usual spot at the far corner of the bar. He let out a sigh as he slid onto the wooden bar stool and nodded at the bartender, Dan. He immediately noticed Prescott and turned away to fix his usual--scotch on the rocks. Prescott took this time to turn and get one more look around the club, hoping he had missed an exquisite looking girl on his way inside. Once he realize he hadn't, he turned back to see the glass placed before him.

He picked up the glass and held it to his lips, the scotch flowing into his mouth and burning down his throat. He set it back down, swallowing hard as the alcohol flowed throughout him. He hoped that someone would walk into the club and make his night interesting. Of course he enjoyed being along with his glass of scotch, but tonight was one of the nights he craved trouble. And trouble was an easy thing for Prescott to get into if the right person came about...

[cecelia emerson reese .]

Where are we?
What the h e l l is going on?
The dust has only
just began to fall

Cecelia Reese was, in a word, bored. She stared intently at her appearance in the bathroom mirror. Couldn’t these places ever have better lighting in the bathroom? No one wanted to look at their reflection and appear horrid, when in a place they most desired to look good. Yes, Cecelia was well aware of what most people came to night clubs for. They wanted to ‘pick up’. It seemed like such a silly ritual to her actually. But alas, there she was, completely in the thick of the mating ritual for the twenty first centenary. Having a completely yawn worthy time.

Of course, and I’m not saying this is true at all, but it could be because the slightly spoiled socialite had very high standards that better places then the one she was currently in failed to meet. Or it could have been that she was not in the mood. A friend had pleaded with her to come, then ditched her for a guy in tight pants. Which, that reminded her, she would inform them was very rude when the night was over. It had also been a waste of the hundred she had slipped the nice bouncer to get in. Her being completely underage of course.

Peering closer at her features in the somewhat dirty mirror, Cecelia screwed up her nose. She didn’t even look that amazing. The band in her hair just barely matched the dress she had thrown on, and her hair was in desperate need of some product, but she didn’t look like trash. So that in itself was a positive sign. Un clipping her clutch, the youth pulled out a tube of dark pink gloss. Applying just the lightest coat to her lips. Checking to ensure it was even, and none was outside of her lip line. Once satisfied with that, she threw the gloss into her purse and closed it with a snap.

“These shoes are probably ruined from god knows what on the floor..” came a slight mutter, as she carefully stepped across the bathroom and pushed the door open. A rush of music meeting her ears, as opposed to the dull thud that she could hear through the bathroom walls. Well. If she was going to salvage the night at all, she could always resort to playing her favourite game; pulling apart every outfit she saw in her mind and thinking up ways to make the person look better… or just make fun of it. Of course, that game was always more enjoyable with Allana. Where was that girl? She had texted her almost an hour ago..

Making her way through the crowd, careful not to touch any of the sweaty bodies, Cecelia made it to the bar. Where she glanced down, moving to put her clutch down on the surface, saw how disgusting it was, and had second thoughts. Instead she held it in her hand. “Vodka Martini with a twist.” She ordered. Not caring she had ordered over someone else.

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[jay]

i find nothing but faith in nothing
wanna put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion
rendezvoud then i'm through with you

Prescott carefully sipped his drink, pulling it from his lips and staring down at the glass. He slowly licked his lips as he swirled the alcohol around, watching the ice move along with it. He cocked his head slightly as he enjoyed the clinking of the ice--a sound that he had gotten used to ever since he had grown to needing at least one cocktail a night. Prescott was getting bored with Trinity and he had only been there for what he assumed couldn't be longer than ten minutes.

He let out a sigh, placing his glass back down on the wooden bar and looking up. He turned his body a bit to survey the club, hoping that the scenery had changed. He surveyed the dance floor and watched far too drunk girls grinding up against sweaty, desperate guys. Prescott chuckled to himself, glad that he wasn't the type of guy who had to resort to that sort of activity in order to get a girl home with him.

He spun back around to resume his position, but something caught his eye in the midst of his movement. He touched his foot to the floor, stopping the spinning of his stool as his eyes landed on the brunette just a few feet down the bar from him. Cecelia Reese. She was about the only girl that could spice up Prescott's night at this point. By the looks of the frustration and disgust that appeared on her face, he knew that she was having just about as fun of a night as he at the moment. He felt his lip curl up, forming a smirk. It was an automatic reaction he had when he saw Cecelia. Not that Prescott would ever admit it to her, but she had the rare ability to drive him insane.

Prescott picked up his glass and tipped his head back, letting the remaining amount of scotch flow down his throat. He swallowed hard as he set the glass back down and slowily stood up from the barstool. He walked towards Cecelia and pushed his way between her and some clown who appeared to be mustering up the courage to speak a sentence to her. He let out a chuckle as he glanced at the poor guy and shook his head before turning to face Cecelia--the same smirk still on his face. "Well, well, well," he said, proping his elbow on the bar as he looked into her beautiful, brown eyes. "And here I was thinking this night would be an absolute bore." He saw the bartender out of the corner of his eye place a martini down in front of them. Knowing Cecelia's usual drink order, Prescott picked up the cocktail, assuming it was hers. He placed it to his lips and took a sip before setting the glass back down, half empty, in front of her.

[cecelia emerson reese .]

Where are we?
What the h e l l is going on?
The dust has only
just began to fall

Oh yes. That was exactly what she need to make her night completely foul. Praise God above for hating her so much, he’d send the most loathsome boy into her bath, just to bug her completely. Those ‘beautiful brown’ eyes gave a roll as the boy rested an elbow on the counter, coming into her line of site. Her eyes skipped down his arm, eyeing the spot where his elbow and the wood were connecting. Seemed fitting actually. The cockroach was resting in scum. Her lips curled nastily at that thought. Yes, Cecelia Reese wasn’t exactly the nicest of girls…

She turned up her nose slightly as he spoke, but soon pulled a sickly sweet smile to her features. “Oh yes.” She said, adopting a sweet tone, that was rather obviously false. “My night isn’t a bore anymore, it’s now a little horrid. Oh my..” she paused, putting a finger to her nostrils, as if trying to cover a smell. “Did the smell of arrogant scum just get thicker… Oh wait..” she dropped her hand, false smile returning. “That’s just you… Should have realised..” She turned her head, and angled her body away from the young man. Hoping he’d get the picture and find someone else to pester.

As the bartender put down her drink, Cecelia made a slight face of acknowledgement and went to pick up the glass. Only someone else had got there first. She let her eyes follow his arm up, turning once more to face him. The brunette watched in disgust as he brought the class to his lips. For a small moment she found herself focussing on his lips. Watching how they touched the glass as he drank. Cecelia involuntarily let out a breath, a slight tingle in her loins. She caught herself however, and forced her eyes to look away from his lips.

Pulling back her cold expression, she watched as the boy placed it down again. Frowning, Cecelia picked up the glass and looked inside. Her nose turned up as if it smelt absolutely foul. Pulling a face, she placed the glass back down on the counter, and pushed it away, as far as she could. Clearly the thought of drinking from the same glass as Prescott Kingsley was not one she was willing to entertain. Who did he think he was anyway? Helping himself to her drink? What sort of silly girls found that attractive?

Shaking her head slightly, Cecelia waved over the bartender once more. “That one has been contaminated. I’ll have another..” She paused, glancing for a moment at Prescott. If he was going to play games, well then so was she. She let herself smirk as she glanced back to the bartender. “This young gentleman right here has offered to pay.” She waved her hand absently towards Prescott. “So if you please, put it, and my next few on his tab.” She turned back to Prescott. “You do have a tab, yes?” though her words were simple, she raised her eyebrows. Challenging him to deny her drinks.

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[jay]

i find nothing but faith in nothing
wanna put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion
rendezvoud then i'm through with you

Prescott involuntarily smirked at all the disgusted faces Cecelia was making at his expense. God, the girl could be so stuck up. Then again, that for some reason was what attracted him to her. The sassy little attitude she had when he was around her, the way she got all worked up when he did things to annoy her. It was a turn on for him in some sort of sick way. He loved getting her all fired up.

His eyes followed the glass he had just set down as she pushed it far away, her face scrunching up as if he had just spit in the drink. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she requested a new drink. His eyes met the bartender's as Cecelia declared that her drinks would be put on his tab. The bartender gave Prescott a sly smirk and a nod--of course he was used to putting girls drinks on his tab. He could only imagine the size of the compiled bill he accumulated at Trinity since he came to WU of A last year. It was a good thing everything he put on his father's card went under his radar. His father didn't seem to care how much Prescott spent or what it was even on, so long as he was far away and out of his hair.

He turned so that both of his elbows were now propped on the bar and his eyes were level with Cecelia's. "Baby, I practically run this place. You can have whatever you like," he said in a low voice, giving her a crooked smile after he spoke. He knew this would set off another scrunched up face of hers and probably some witty comment. Waiting for her responses was always his favorite part.

[cecelia emerson reese .]

Where are we?
What the h e l l is going on?
The dust has only
just began to fall

Now, she did not want Prescott the think in anyway that him paying for her drinks meant something. It especially did not mean she was going home with him. Even if she didn’t find him horrid, the chance of her going home with him after a few drinks was none existent. It didn’t mean she was giving in to him in anyway at all. It merely meant that if he was going to continue hanging around, he was going to make it at least a little bit worth her while and supply her with enough alcohol so that she only half noticed how vile he was.

She offered the bar tender a slight smile as he placed a new drink in front of her and took the other away. This time, she picked the glass up as fast as possible (while still looking graceful and composed) so Mr Grabby hands didn’t get anymore funny ideas about putting his lips all over her- The thought broke off abruptly, and Cecelia had the distinct impression it was going to go somewhere she did not want it to go. So was rather thankful indeed it broke off. There was really, absolutely no need to be thinking about his lips being anywhere.

Speaking of lips, she brought the drink up to her own, and took a small sip. She closed her eyes briefly. Enjoying the sensation of the potent liquid running down her throat. An instant buzz warming her skin. She placed the glass back down. Tongue darting out to run over her lips for a moment, before she angled her body back towards the male, now leaning more or less on the bar. She took him in for a few moments, making a visible shutter at his words. Did those sort of lines work on anyone with even the slightest amount of class?

Picking up her glass, she tipped it back, downing the rest of her drink in one long swig. Cecelia struggled to keep her face as neutral as possible, considering the drink was burning her throat just slightly. Once she had swallowed, and the glass was safely on the bar, Cecelia returned her attention back towards the boy. “Oh Prescott..” she started, her tone light and sweet. She learnt in, so her face was hovering beside his ear. Her voice lowered, and the sugary tone disappeared as she spoke again. “What makes you think you can satisfy any of my wants or needs?”

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[jay]

i find nothing but faith in nothing
wanna put my tender heart in a blender
watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion
rendezvoud then i'm through with you

He couldn't help but stare at her lips as she brought the martini glass to them. As the glass pulled away and her tounge smoothly ran across her luscious lips, Prescott had to remind himself to take a breath. He tore his eyes from her lips and brought them back to her eyes, gaining composure. He lifted his arm just long enough to put his fingers up, signaling Dan for another scotch. Without his eyes leaving Cecelia's once, he waited a few seconds before he sensed his glass being placed in front of him by Dan and moved his hand to pick it up, immediately bringing it to his lips.

His eyes narrowed in amusement as he watched her face after she downed the rest of her drink. It was almost adorable the way she tried to hide the fact that the vodka was burning down her throat. Only Prescott had mastered downing pure potent alcohol and playing it off as if it were water.

He felt his body tense up as she drew in close to him, her sweet breath tingling the back of his ear. He pressed his lips together to hide his arousal. He tried to subdue his laugh as she challenged him with the question. It humored him that she honestly believed he was taking her seriously. He knew that in only a matter of time Cecelia would be yet another girl swooning over him.

He turned his head quickly, knowing he would catch her off guard as their faces were dangerously close. "Perhaps you don't know me that well," he said in a low voice, giving her a small shrug. "Because if you did," he went on, his finger slowly tracing around the edge of his glass, "you would know that I never leave anyone unsatisfied," he finished, raising his eyebrow as he waited for her reaction.

[cecelia emerson reese .]

Where are we?
What the h e l l is going on?
The dust has only
just began to fall

Cecelia Reese did not like how things were going. Normally, her play things did not play back. It wasn’t any fun at all when they played back. Yes, Miss Reese liked being the one in control. Which would explain in part why Prescott got her so worked up. Ew, not like that you perve. Well, just quietly, yes like that. Only she wont admit it to herself, let alone you. So get your mind out of the gutter. So, where was I? Yes, explaining how her lack of control over Prescott Kingsley annoyed Cecelia to no end.

She was used to men having no power to resist her wiles. She liked it when they were putty in her hand, not turning her to putty like the boy in front of her seemed to have the power to do. Alright so yes, it was a little thrilling, but that did not mean she was going to give in. Oh no. Cecelia liked control too much to give it up for some guy who just happened to send shivers up her spine every time he got too close. It was all a game. Neither of them had any real feelings for the other. Expect her distaste, if you count that. It was a game they both wanted to win and nothing more.

A game Cecelia seemed to be loosing at this particular moment. She was completely thrown off by the fact he had moved his head. She had been able to deal with leaning in close to his ear, but now she was staring at his features. She could smell the liquor on his breath. Feel his nose less then an inch from hers. This was far more intimate then she had counted on. She couldn’t explain why, but she suddenly felt a little breathless. Trying not to bring attention to new sudden need for air, Cecelia sucked in quickly through her lips. Filling her lungs.

She should look away. Step back. Anything to break the intimate contact between herself and Prescott. She felt like an animal caught in headlights though. Frozen and unable to move. Cecelia cast her eyes down. Thinking it was probably better to look somewhere else, other then his eyes. The only other thing she could really look at though, given his close proximity were his lips and they weren’t much better. She watched his lips for the moment, then glanced back up to his eyes. Trying to pick the lesser of two evils. Both caused her stomach to twitch uncomfortably though.

As he finished speaking, she bit her lip. Oddly, his words sounded like something of a promise. I never leave anyone unsatisfied. Cecelia bit her lip. Part of her wanted to test that statement, and see just how satisfied Prescott could make her. She was smarter then that though. As tempting as it was, she knew it was all apart of his little game, and she was not going to allow herself be the prize at the end. No. She was better then that. Composing herself, Cecelia took a large step to the side, casting the boy a look of great distaste as she did so.

“Really?” she forced her tone to stay casual, and not quiver. “Because I heard you couldn’t even satisfy a bush pig…”

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