A bit later... (Guillermo)

[ROSE MERCER]

Rose heard the door shut, and felt Guillermo's grasping hands pull her closely, kissing her in response to her testing question. "It was fine. Your uncle is cool." Her smile was quiet, secretive, slightly embarrassed, but indulgent. She should have expected Uncle Fernando to do something a long those lines, as he was overly anxious to see his darling, beloved, niece happy. Much to Rose's distaste this happiness included a genuine relationship, despite it not being Rose's cup of tea.

"He has his good moments..." She said vaguely, wanting to pass over her Uncle. Family and friends were in two different categories, and she wasn't known for mixing.

Never mix, never worry.

Grinning, she escaped his grasp, looking back at him as she entered the kitchen. Rose wanted to kiss him, but it was a little too close to her Uncle arrival. The only blessing she could really get out of this mess, was that Fernando would stop trying to set her up with Hiro or Stef. That would certainly make work less irritating. Entering the kitchen, Rose poured herself some more Tequila, trying to loosen herself back up a bit.

The drink went down burning, but it was more familiar than the first two times. Her throat was almost numb, and it hit her head like an oncoming train. Lets out a little "Wooo." She felt back on her game, setting her keys down on the counter.

Her blue eyes caught Guillermo, as she began humming Down in Mexico again, her palms down on the counter, her hips moving in a perfect and constant figure eight. He's got to want it, after all.

tagged;; Guillermo
wordcount;; 229
outfit;; HURRR!
notes;; Les Terrible, but it'll get better again, I promise.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

"He has his good moments..."
He could tell Rose didn't much want to talk about her uncle, so he was grateful when she took another swig of tequila
"Wooo."
"Careful there, Rosa, nena. Don't get trashed just yet."
He snickered at her reaction to the alcohol. He poured some more for himself (a bit more generous than her helping), then downed it easily.
He looked up and her eyes met his. She started humming Down in Mexico, one of those old familiar songs.
When he looked, she was bracing herself against the counter, her hips doing a hypnotic kind of rotation. His brown eyes darkened as he smiled.
Guillermo refused to tell people that he could dance. It did not give the best impression. It was just sort of an awkward thing to tell people.
Besides, it was much more fun to show them.
He ran to the stereo and put the song "Loca" on. A fast moving Shakira song wasn't really his style, but it worked well for dancing. He went back to Rose, grabbed her hands and spun her, before leading her into salsa steps. He pulled her close by her waist and smiled.

[ROSE MERCER]

"Careful there, Rosa, nena. Don't get trashed just yet." He warned, swilling down a generous helping for himself. Though her mind buzzed lightly, she gave a nonchalant smile, continuing her little dance.

"Don't worry about me, Papi, I'm fine." She purred, letting her blue yes take him in. Guillermo fell in momentarily, but escaped, going to his stereo. He spun her around, earning a surprised little gasp, very slick. "Well, I guess that answers that. She danced with him, though her moves less surprised, more club then professional. Grinding, flirting, teasing. With her index finger, she undid the top few buttons, exposing her her cleavage dangerously.

Loca…

Loca…

Dance or die…

Loca…

Loca…

She's playin' dumb all the time
Just to keep it fun
To get you on like (ahh!)
Be careful amigo
She talkin' and walkin' just to work you up
She’d die for your love
But your love’s only mine, boy

Sigo tranquila
Like I’m on a beach in Anguilla
Sippin’ on Corona
Like it’s nothin’ goin' on
I ain’t leavin’ you alone
What is meant for me
No other girl is gonna take
So keep them off

And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca)
I’m crazy but you like it (loca, loca, loca)
Crazy but you like it

That girl is a nutter
Hot though, I heat up when I touch her
Chica caliente
Got me rapping to merengue
I feel so el presidente
I’m runnin’ shit and I’m lovin’ it
She’s got a mean lil’ butt,
But you should see what she does with it
She keeps it down low (down low, down low)
I can never get enough (oh no, oh no)
She gives me the runaround,
But I stay chasin’
But I mean, yo, I’m in love
With a crazy girl
But it’s all good
And it’s fine by me
Just as long as I hear her say, “Ay, papi”

She whispered into his ear, sliding down his body with a surprising dexterity as she had drank so much, in such a short amount of time. Rose's breath was hot on his neck, her body unable to possibly get closer.

Sliding away from him, she opted to dance with herself, playing the fox once more. Her hands moved down her body, expressing her subtle curves, her eyes drifting up to Guillermo seductively.

tagged;; Guillermo
wordcount;; 436
outfit;; HURRR!
notes;; Les Terrible, but it'll get better again, I promise.
credit;; GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0
lyrics in text are from lady gaga!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

Rose was a very fun dancer. She danced up against him skillfully and he bit on his lip, grinning at her.
“Ay, papi”
She breathed into his ear and he watched in amazement as her body slunk to the floor and up again.
Having her pressed up against him was almost more than he could bear now. He couldn't even bring himself to speak.
She drifted from him , earning a growl of frustration from him. She danced alone for a few moments, letting her hands travel her body, his eyes following them hungrily.
When his eyes snapped to her face again, her blue eyes were steamy and alluring. He advanced on her, pushing her up into the wall, pining her wrists over her head. He was breathing heavily and it took a couple seconds for him to speak.
"Let's see if we can fog up the window in my room."
Guillermo liked having this girl around.