SICK AND TIRED OF BEING SICK AND TIRED ~ {Hector}

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Sexile, n. : college student who's roommate bans them from the dorm for the purpose of sex.

Sexile Refuge Camp, n : the dorm where all sexiles group together to have a roof over their heads for the night.

FACT: Sexile Refuge Camp does not exist.

FACT: Sexiles do.

Earlier that evening...
"Hey Virginia! Remember that guy that I met last week?" Miranda, Virginia's annoying hoe of a roommate, began. Oh no, here it comes, she's kicking me out... It wasn't that Virginia minded; in fact, she'd do it to Miranda all the time if she could. She just harbored a little jealousy. No, Virginia was perfectly stable in her self-confidence; she didn't feel threatened by Miranda's (lacking, in Virginia's opinion) beauty. Her jealousy was over the fact that she had become a 'sexile'. Virginia wished she could be the one doing it, not her roommate.

The fact that Virginia still had her V-Card, and was a sophomore in college, seriously irked the girl. She blamed the 'stupid douche bags' who 'lacked the balls' to do it that she had dated in the past. Now, that wasn't the real reason. Virginia was just the lucky one; she got all the genuine good guys, albeit before she was ready to appreciate her catch. She just wanted someone to sweep her off her feet, take advantage of her, and leave her angry and pissed! Well, minus the angry and pissed part. Virginia preferred to leave too heavy of emotions out of the equation. Guys in the past were just too "Oh I love you, let's wait till we're married to make love", and Virginia didn't want that yet. Plus, she'd die if she had to be stuck with one of those morons. Sure, she definitely believed in the idea of true love, and wanted it one day, but at the moment she just wanted someone to screw around with and have no feelings attached. Feelings, schmeelings. There was another thing that bugged Virginia. The way those sweet guys said "make love". Honey, it's sex, get over yourself. Virginia thought that the only reason why it could be "making love" was if there was love involved, and she had never felt that with one of them. Or, she had, and broke it off before she had to admit it.

Yes, sex was on everyone's' minds, it seemed.

Later on...
In a flurry of motion, Virginia was shoved out the door by Miranda, still dusting on a touch of bronzer. "No wait! Aw shit, Miranda, really?" The door opened again and Virginia's purse was shoved in her face, but of course the bottom was on top and the top was on the bottom, so everything spilled out. Grumbling about her suckish luck, Virginia crouched down to gather her items, shoving them back into the small clutch. Lip gloss, deodorant, un poco dinero, a hair brush, bobby pins, fake ID and her compact. Wait a second, there wasn't a key... "Miranda! Miranda you crazy bitch you took my key!" After pounding her fists on the door for a few more seconds, Virginia realized that her roommate was not going to open that door. Walking past was another student in the same dorm (one of the co-eds at Barrie University) with an almost bittersweet smile. "Been kicked out?" He held up a small duffel bag to show that they were in the same boat. "Sadly, yes. I decided to go over to that club, Down the Rabbit Hole. You heard of it? I think I'm just gonna go and see what happens." He nodded, then kept walking on down the hall. Well that was kind of rude. He didn't even answer my question. Rude indeed.

Thankfully, Virginia's roommate had left enough money in her clutch to pay for both a cab and enough drinks to get her complete hammered. Or, a hotel room, if she was sensible and didn't want to wake up with no clue as to how she got there.

Virginia liked the way the latter sounded.

Feeling adventurous, Virginia checked to make sure that she looked her best. She hopped out of the cab, gave the driver a little more than she should have, and sauntered straight up to the bouncer. Line, schmine. She was on top of the world tonight, and she felt like she could do anything.

Much to everyone's' dismay, the bouncer gladly let Virginia in. "Oh, get over it, she paid." If by paying he meant undressing Virginia with his eyes, then yes. She did in fact pay. Not that Virginia minded, of course. Fighting through the pulsating, sweaty bodies, Virginia headed right to the bar. The girl didn't mess around with her alcohol. It was probably bad for her to drink as much as she did, what with her father being an alcoholic for the last few years of his life, but Virginia didn't let herself go to far (yeah, right). "Cosmo, pretty please." Virginia smiled at the bartender, a handsome fellow around 28. After a moment he brought a tall, pretty pink drink, and Virginia nodded her thanks, placing a ten on the bar. Alcohol to give her a more confident attitude in hand, Virginia began to scan the club for a potential guy.

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notes: Took a while, and it's kind of rushed, but whatevs. Let's get a plot goin
words:yer mom
outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32738681 (how're people so good at polyvore?!?! i don't get it)
music:
tag:Hector
credit:

• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[HECTOR LÉON]

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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Boom, boom, pssst. Boom, boom, pssst. Or, at least that’s how Hector would describe the music blaring over the club’s heavy bass. Really, the music was so thick that one couldn’t even tell if there were lyrics or a melody or anything really playing beyond the boom, boom, pssst that everyone in the club seemed really into dancing to (or, more appropriately, having sex to with most of their clothes on). Not that Hector particularly minded the boom, boom, pssst; after all, it got the girls up and dancing, and that was really it’s only job besides filling in the awkward silence that follows after some girl has rejected an invitation back to your place, and covering up those dumb things you always say when you’re drunk, that fortunately nobody hears because the boom, boom, pssst is too loud. It just wasn’t typically Hector’s first choice in music styles.

But right now, Hector was pretty grateful for the boom, boom, pssst. After all, it was covering up the “Oh my god, you are so *hic* cute!”s and the “God, it’s hot in here”s and the “I just want one *hic* more drink!”s pouring out from the probably easy, most likely underaged, and definitely too drunk girl fawning all over Hector in the seat beside him. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and sighed, because he was sure that she could only understand what she was saying just about as well as he could over the loud and incessant boom, boom, pssst.

And Hector did feel bad. She was a nice girl—maybe a bit too starry-eyed and giggly for Hector’s taste, but still nice; she had thought Hector’s eyes were pretty, even if she was seeing four of them at this point and couldn’t sit straight on her stool for a second to say it. But just as she was fumbling to seductively sit on his lap, and seductively gaze with those seductive eyes, and seduce her way back to his dorm, and all those other seductive things seductive girls do, Hector spotted from across the room a young blonde pushing her way through the throbbing crowd and swarm of sex on the dance floor. He thought it was just his luck that she happened to be making her way straight towards him until he began undressing her with his eyes, and he recognized her as the girl from the chat with the pretty face and the half-naked pictures, and then he thought it was fate.

When Virginia sat down at the bar only a few stools over, Hector moved quickly to catch the drunken girl beside him before she collapsed onto the floor in a solid attempt to collapse into his arms (in the wrong direction). He set her back upright and then pulled out his phone, glancing at it as though it had suddenly vibrated. “Listen, I gotta—“

“What?” the girl interrupted with an eruption of giggles as she fell again into his arms. Placing her back on the stool firmly, Hector yelled over the blaring music, “I gotta take this call,” as he tapped pointedly on the phone’s screen.

“Oh! Heehee—okay!” she snorted, reaching for the phone, and Hector didn’t know what was so funny, but he braced her on the stool and pulled one of her friends from the dance floor because he didn’t want the guilt of knowing he’d left her to be taken home by someone as equally messy and drunk as herself. Putting the phone to his ear to play out his charade, Hector abandoned the tragic girl to be tended to by a thoroughly sober and thoroughly embarrassed best friend, and swam past the people calling orders at the bar.

And now Hector was sure it must be fate because despite all the filled and crowded seats, and despite her being one of the most attractive women at the bar even without the beer goggles on, there was a vacant seat beside Virginia, and it called to Hector like a siren (though, fortunately, the only rocks Hector would be crashing tonight would be the ones his double vodka cocktail was served on). Pressing past the last few people at her end of the bar, Hector swooped onto the stool with a cocky grin. “Well, shit,” he said, shaking his head. “You know, Virgin, you look a bit different when you’re not a sixty by sixty pixel image on a computer screen, but then I just picture you in a naughty maid costume and that jogs my memory.”

And evidently Hector wasn’t the only one doing a bit of picturing because one stool behind him there was a drunken man drunkenly tapping on his shoulder and drunkenly garbling something about how Hector had “Gotten in the way of my *hic* view and I’m—uhh—going to *hic* kick your ass if you don’t… if you don’t leave and—uhh—you don’t *hic* want to mess with me because I’ll kick your ass, I *hic* swear I will.” But fortunately Hector was mostly sober, and at least mostly sober people knew better than to pick fights with large men with large pecs and large biceps and large fists (and a large bank account for a good lawyer if any of those things failed to do their job), and so Hector mostly ignored the man’s threats and let him slowly drift off on his angry rambling until he passed out on the bar counter and was removed by security.

Continuing to ignore the commotion behind him, Hector tapped the counter and raised his hand to signal the bartender. “Vodka Martini, on the rocks,” he requested—feeling entirely too slick with what he figured to be the manliest of drinks because James Bond drank it—and slid a credit card to the bustling girl as she scurried past. Turning his full attention back to Virginia, he flashed her a smile. “Hector, from the chat,” he introduced proudly. “Though I don’t know if you were too wasted to remember. I’m the one that kept his shirt on.”

The bartender returned with his drink, and he took a long sip of it. “Don’t worry about paying for anything else. You’re going on my tab tonight,” he said with a wink.

WORDS;;[/b][/color]1049holycrap
TAGGED;;[/b][/color]virginia
OUTFIT;;[/b][/color]lolwhatevs.
NOTES;;[/b][/color]here, i wrote this novel for you.
and don't worry; i'm equally bad at polyvore.
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.

[NOELLE ARGENT]

If Virginia Baker could chose one thing to rid the world of, it would be blonde bimbos who acted like idiots to get men. Not that Virginia had anything against blondes; she was one and she loved it. The bimbo part didn't bug her as much, either. Everyone had their bimbo days. What bothered her the most was acting stupid. Virginia was quite intelligent, and she had no problem boasting it or totally acting like a nerd around a guy. Intelligence, Virginia thought, was impressive. If a guy just wanted a girl because she was totally dumb and easy, obviously he had low self-confidence. Might as well be fucking a blow-up doll, in Virginia's opinion. She liked her men with confidence. Not too cocky, mind you, but she liked someone who was totally sure of themselves.

That's why Virginia was fuming as she sat alone at the bar. Some stupid blonde was sloppy drunk and couldn't even hold herself up. To Virginia, it was completely obvious that the girl's views on life were totally skewed. She obviously was a gold digger looking for some nice rich guy who would take her out and buy her whatever she wanted. It didn't even matter what he looked like; if she got hammered, she could definitely have sex with him, no problem. Virginia despised people like that. Angrily sucking down her cosmo, Virginia pondered a bit. She desperately needed/wanted to get laid, but she was trying to figure out a way to make it happen without a) being sloppy drunk, b) getting an STD (or various STDs) or c) acting too desperate.

"Hey beautiful," slurred some guy a seat down. Virginia's eyes flickered over. Too drunk. He looked like some stupid frat boy who completely lacked shame and would be the one to pass out and piss all over himself at a party. Disgusting. "No thanks." With a smirk, Virginia tried to reposition herself so that she wouldn't have to look at him. What a skeeze.

Unfortunately, it meant that she had a perfect view of the blonde bimbo trying to wrap herself around some tall guy. He was definitely handsome, and totally sober. Hm, a prospect, and...odd, he looked familiar. When he glanced over at Virginia, she quickly looked away. Since she was feeling courageous, she was highly tempted to walk over there herself, but bimbo was still flopping all over the place. Poor thing couldn't even hold herself up. Damn drunk frat boy kept slurring random, condescending things about how blondes were all supposed to be whores. Virginia never understood that. Why was it that blonde hair was the most attractive; or not so much attractiveness, but the hair color most associated with sex. It was simply baffling.

“You know, Virgin, you look a bit different when you’re not a sixty by sixty pixel image on a computer screen, but then I just picture you in a naughty maid costume and that jogs my memory.” Utterly confused, Virginia looked over to find that the familiar face was sitting beside her, de-bimboed. She had to let a little snort out at that. Even though she had been slightly plastered at the time, Virginia knew she'd regret those pictures she had posted in the chat room. Online pictures always ended up resurfacing at one point or another. When the drunk was finally hauled away, Virginia let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, James Bond, I remember you. You're the one who wanted me to make them a sandwich." Smirking at her cleverness, Virginia couldn't help but fluff her hair a little. She was charmed, no doubt, but Virginia knew how to work the charm back. "And don't tell me I was too wasted. I know how to hold my liquor." Crossing her legs, Virginia quickly decided that she would let the night go where it was destined to go. No holding back.

“Don’t worry about paying for anything else. You’re going on my tab tonight.” Hm, Virginia was sure he meant more than just his tab, but she didn't comment on that. However, if he was going to pay for her drinks....With a devilish grin, Virginia knocked back the rest of her cosmo and signaled for the bartender. "Margarita, on the rocks, please." A little tequila never hurt anyone.

"So, Hector. What's a guy like you doing with a completely plastered hoe? I thought you were confident with your masculinity." Smirking, Virginia leaned forward, sucking greedily on the margarita. She wasn't trying to get drunk, and she didn't intend on getting drunk. Virginia just wanted a little buzz, and buzzed she was getting. Nothing wrong with a confidence booster.

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notes: (was watching Speed Racer while typing this)
words:yer mom
outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32738681 (how're people so good at polyvore?!?! i don't get it)
music:
tag:Hector
credit:

• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[HECTOR LÉON]

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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Blonde bimbos, brunette bimbos, redheaded bimbos—they were all just girls to Hector, never mind the hair color. And they always seemed to have a thing for him, like he was their specific brand of man—the top-quality meat on the market these days. Not that Hector minded, of course; there were certainly worse fates one could be resigned to than Number One Go-To Guy For Young Women. That said, he was never particularly into the ‘easy-sex-all-day-every-day’ scene despite his rather potent flirtatious nature, simply because he thought himself too good for it. Hector deserved only the best, and, likewise, only the best deserved him.

So it should come to no surprise that Hector expected Virginia to be more “Oh! It’s you!” about his approaching her, and less “Oh, it’s you,” and when he was greeted with the latter, he brushed it off with the only way he knew how: pompous laughter. “Well,” he said after her ‘greeting’, if it can even be called that. “You know, I am getting pretty hungry. Why don’t you and me go back to your place and we can get cooking?” But it was entirely a joke, because even someone like Hector needed more than a minute of chatting up to bring someone home with him.

Well, unless she was up for it, in which case Hector was starved.

As she played with her hair, Hector laughed to himself, because after years of an unnaturally elevated level of pride, he could tell when someone was absolutely chuffed with themselves. Leaning back with his elbows against the counter, Hector let herself have that moment of utter confidence while he closed his eyes to relax in the roaring boom, boom, pssst. As she defended her ability to consume alcoholic beverages without going wild, Hector took a sip of his own martini. “Well, if that was you sober,” he said coolly, “I’d love to see what shit you do drunk.”

And it seemed he just might get that wish, because here she was moving onto drink two already. Hector couldn’t rightly tell whether Virginia was trying to get real drunk real quick or if she was just spending his money while he offered it, but either way it made him laugh to see the girl down gulp after gulp of the alcohol. He wondered if maybe she was under the drinking age—he had noticed long ago that the less legal something is, the more excessively someone is to do it—but couldn’t be bothered enough to ask; he’d rather live in a blissful ignorance than find out she’s still a buzz-killing kid.

But now she was speaking again, and Hector was torn away from the boom, boom, pssst to admire the way his name sounded on her lips. “Completely plastered hoe?” he said pensively. Then, with mock disapproval, he frowned at her and sighed. “Oh c’mon, blondie—you’ve got to stop thinking of yourself like that. I thought you were confident in your femininity,” he said with a smirk because he just found himself being so clever tonight.

Sitting up straighter, Hector took the last sip of his martini but set it down without ordering a second one because he wasn’t quite looking to get drunk—after all, it hindered his ability to be perfect. He drew up his leg so that his ankle rested on his other knee and tilted his head towards Virginia. “So, Virge, how is your first night out on the town? I mean, I know it’s probably not as thrilling as sitting in your room watching Jeopardy all night, but I hope it hasn’t been too terrible. And I’m guessing you haven’t encountered any automatic doors ‘cause you’re not running and screaming in the opposite direction, which is good,” he said with a playful smile.

WORDS;;[/b][/color]634
TAGGED;;[/b][/color]virginia
OUTFIT;;[/b][/color]LOLWHATEVS.
NOTES;;[/b][/color]none
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Virginia had come from a crazy home. As a kid, she had always enjoyed running around playing football with her brothers--not always all six of them at once, but at least three were always present at the Baker household. Unlike most girls, Virginia wanted to get dirty and play rough. No dresses or frills for her. Sundays? Oh, that was always a battle Virginia never won. Desperate for a girly girl after raising six boys, Mrs. Baker forced Virginia to tea parties, get togethers, and dress up parties. Gag. After a few years and the influence from her brothers lessened, Virginia began to branch out and do what her mother wanted. Dance? Catastrophe. Virginia tripped and pushed a girl over, breaking her finger. Soccer? Virginia was too rough, the other girls kept complaining about breaking their nails. In short, Virginia learned everything from older brothers, and the one thing (besides an amazing spiral) that she still carried with her was what guys liked.

It was simple, really. All you had to do was fluff your hair, smile and giggle a lot, and act like you're listening. Of course, you had to have looks, but Virginia had that. All of her twenty years of life, she had followed these simple rules and had gotten the guy she had wanted. However, they always seemed to lack one quality.

Balls.

Along with being taught football skills by her brothers, Virginia had been traditionally raised. It was always, "One day, Virginia, you're goin' to be married and you've got to make sure you have a husband that will keep you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen." She wasn't so sure about the barefoot part (Socks at least--what if bacon grease exploded and fell on your bare foot? Ouch), but she kind of liked the idea of staying home and raising a family. One day, of course, because for now, Virginia wanted to party and have fun. However, she liked the idea of having a strong boyfriend who would tell her what to do. It was different from what she was used to--"men" who would make Virginia be the dominant one. She didn't like it. Women shouldn't control a country. Men should do that, because they were supposed to protect. AKA, they should have balls.

Virginia hoped Hector (not that she was thinking this would actually go anywhere. No, it most likely wouldn't. But if it did, she wouldn't mind.) would be one to boss her around. That way she could argue a bit back. It'd be fun--watching him flounder for something to say after one of her amazing zingers.

Yeah, right. Because Virginia was simply amazing at comebacks.

Simply put, Virginia wanted that one day, but right now she was perfectly happy to challenge authority all she wanted.

“So, Virge, how is your first night out on the town? I mean, I know it’s probably not as thrilling as sitting in your room watching Jeopardy all night, but I hope it hasn’t been too terrible. And I’m guessing you haven’t encountered any automatic doors ‘cause you’re not running and screaming in the opposite direction, which is good." Virginia let out a snort. First of all, she found it hilarious that the nickname actually stuck after one night in a chat room. Her closet friends had waited a few years before working up the guts to call her "Virgin". Not that she minded; Virginia found it quite amusing. The Jeopardy part, unfortunately, was true. She had very fond feelings towards the trivia show, and would often spend nights watching reruns. Tonight was different though; even if there had been a Jeopardy marathon (something Virginia had desperately hoped for but had never happened), Virginia would still had gone out, because she didn't have a choice. Oh, Hector would definitely get a kick out of this.

"Actually, my roommate sexiled me, like the little skank she is. I mean, I still would've been out no matter what. I felt courageous. Plus, no automatic doors at clubs. It felt like a safe bet." Leaning forward so they could hear each other over the music, Virginia smiled. Her fear of automatic doors had thankfully began to wane--she had even taken on the challenge of a local Walmart all by herself! Sure, she had to get a renewal on her birth control, but hey! It was a start.

Around them, bodies gyrated to the incessant bass thump. It looked fun, but Virginia preferred to not be practically raped by drunks. The beat transformed into a remix of a song by Rocket to the Moon, a very good band in Virginia's opinion. "Oh my gosh, I love this song!" In her stool, Virginia danced around as much as she could without falling out. She was sure she looked strange, so she gave Hector a look that dared him to question her odd dancing skills.

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notes: -dances to the music- Personally, I like Rocket to the Moon, but Fleetwood Mac is better. Too bad they'd never play that at a club D:
words:yer mom
outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32738681 (how're people so good at polyvore?!?! i don't get it)
music:
tag:Hector
credit:

• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[HECTOR LÉON]

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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I suppose, in a way, Hector had had quite the opposite upbringing of Virginia. A small lonely family in a huge lonely house, the Léons spent more time scheduling plans to spend time with each other than actually doing it and compensating with empty halls and rooms to separate their wings of the house at home. They could go an entire day with no more than a “Hello” shared between Hector and his parents, and none of them seemed to mind. That wasn’t to say they were a family in shambles, of course; the Léons were perfectly content to maintain their separate lives, only interfering where the occasional weekly update caught them up to speed on their family members’ latest news. And because of all this, Hector was allowed to live out his relatively carefree jobless lifestyle and leave his parents in the dark when it came to his habits of cheating on tests, partying with friends, and hitting on girls.

Though he was sure that if his parents could see him now, they wouldn’t be so keen to allow Hector so much freedom. For all of his time away from home, spending it (and, of course, the nearly endless bank account Hector’s parents’ had set up for him for ‘college expenses’) on gallons of alcohol at the local bar with ‘upstanding’ female strangers was likely not the first thing that the alphas of the very proper Léon clan would have chosen for their son. Fortunately for Hector, his parents never seemed to mind much that he ignored their 10 o’clock calls every weekend evening, and always seemed to ignore the suspiciously regular record that popped up on his bank report for the dozens of dollars thrown away at a place suggestively called “Down The Rabbit Hole.”

Also fortunately for Hector, the ladies never seemed to care where he got his money—only that he had it, and a sure as hell lot of it, too.

And so Hector employed his usual evening tactics—drop a bit of cash, get a lady friend a bit drunk, see what happens—and fortunately and unfortunately, Virginia seemed quite obliged to follow suit. Fortunately, because Virginia Baker was a beautiful girl, and Hector found her to be just nearly a perfect match for his own handsome face. Unfortunately, because although Virginia Baker was a beautiful girl, Hector was getting a bit worried that it wouldn’t be too long before she was as drunk as his friend from earlier that night and he lost all interest in her. After all, if a girl wanted to snag someone as good as Hector, she had better be ready to be extraordinary—not extra ordinary.

“Sexiled?” Hector echoed with a laugh. He tilted his head like a dog staring at a man dressed as a beluga whale making goat sounds (or, really, anything else a dog would stare at and get entirely confused over) and creased his brow. “Haven’t heard that one before,” he said, curious because it was a new word to him, but also because it had the word ‘sex’ in it and anything with sex in it must be good.

“And here may not have the automatic doors you’re used to, but I’m sure that bouncer got one look at you and automatically let you in,” Hector said with a sort of chuckle to himself because, once again, the cleverness of him was just astounding him tonight.

Sitting back again, they fell into silence while the speakers bumped around them, barely containing the thick club music they emitted. Hector reached back to order another drink, fanning the bartender down for an Old Fashioned as she nearly sprinted past, sweat pooling on her brow as the customers crowded around them. The music gradually faded from the boom, boom, pssst into some tune Hector didn’t know, and he watched as the crowd slowly changed to suit the new beat. He shook his foot to what he made out to be the beat, but didn’t particularly get into it until Virginia exclaimed her passion for the song and began to do some form of gyratory exercise in her place.

As she shot him a look of “Say-something-and-I-claw-your-tongue-out,” Hector only raised his hands defensively and zipped shut his mouth, throwing the key into his drink glass when it slid towards him. Taking a long dip of the cooling liquid, Hector let Virginia enjoy herself for another moment before setting the glass down decidedly and bouncing off his stool. Turning to Virginia with a swoop of his hand, he smiled at her luridly. “May I have this dance?” he asked far too traditionally for the bumping and grinding bodies around him, and extended a hand towards her.

WORDS;;[/b][/color]788
TAGGED;;[/b][/color]virginia
OUTFIT;;[/b][/color]lolwhatevs.
NOTES;;[/b][/color]none
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.

[NOELLE ARGENT]

When Virginia had decided to become a doctor, she hadn't realized how much it would consume her life. Sure, she knew she'd have additional years of study to achieve her doctorate after the traditional four years, but she didn't once think that there'd be so much work involved. To Virginia, learning everything was fun. They'd already dissected a cadaver and Virginia had found that fascinating. But the book work required? It made her want to gag. Reading wasn't the problem. Virginia enjoyed to read. It was all the medical texts she had to shift through and write reports on. It wasn't anything like she'd expected--no dissections everyday, no watching the goriest of horror movies with PreMed buddies to see if they got it medically correct. In short, college had begun to consume Virginia's life.

Being able to get out, and then seeing a guy as attractive as Hector, Virginia thought was too good to be true. Even if it was too good to be true, Virginia still wanted to go along with it.

Half of her margarita gone, Virginia set it down on the bar, not intending to drink anymore for a while. She already had a slight buzz, she didn't need to go any further for the time being. This wasn't a high school party where all the girls drank wine coolers and tried so desperately to get wasted so that they could fit in. This was real life, adult (or, semi-adult) life, and Virginia knew how to handle her alcohol intake. Especially with her father's alcoholism hanging over her head.

As Hector looked confused over her use of "sexiled", she had to giggle. He looked pretty cute doing that. "It's when your roommate kicks you out to have sex! Which means I'm stuck without a room for the night." Virginia all but mumbled the last part, hoping that it didn't sound overly seductive, because she hadn't meant for it to sound seductive at all. She had just been stating a fact; she would not have her own room tonight. At the same time, Virginia did hope that it sounded a tad seductive. Hector was definitely handsome, and Virginia didn't want to waste such good luck on her part.

Luckily, the invitation to dance had been what she was waiting for. Taking a moment, Virginia acted like she had to think about it. "Mmm....of course!" Smiling grandly, Virginia took Hector's hand and stood up, ready to show off actual dance skills. Despite the one incident back when she was younger, Virginia could dance. Of course, she couldn't dance like all the hoes out in the crowd, but she could keep rhythm and move pretty well. Pulling Hector to the edge of the crowd (so as not to be raped by the gyrating mass), Virginia began to dance, this time making sure she didn't look like an idiot.

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notes: ohmygod it's so short /museless at the moment
words:yer mom
outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32738681 (how're people so good at polyvore?!?! i don't get it)
music:
tag:Hector
credit:

• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[HECTOR LÉON]

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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Hector laughed. “Sexiled,” he repeated, more definitively now. “Well, it looks like everyone’s getting some but you,” he said as he looked down at her with a coy smirk.

Hector narrowed his eyes at her as she hesitated to accept his invitation to dance, and for a moment he really thought she might say no. He had all prepared his ‘how-dare-you-reject-me-you-disgusting-thing’ face, because her rejection would make him feel the fool, and the last thing Hector ever wanted was to be made a fool by a woman, when she perked up and gleefully accepted. He watched her fondly as she dragged him to the outside of the crowd.

Hector was secretly crossing his fingers that Virginia was a better dancer on her feet than she was in her seat, because though he may not have been born to shake what his momma gave him, and he certainly was no match for the horde of dancers already out on the floor, he still had a few moves going for him and didn’t want them to be wasted on someone with a pretty face but two left feet and ten stubbed toes. Fortunately for them both, Virginia seemed to have good rhythm for the thick club bass, and Hector was, for once, at least as good as he thought he was at something, having spent a good amount of his high school years at parties and clubs (with a false ID, of course.) He looked at least a dozen times better than the dancer beside him who resorted to fallbacks like the “sprinkler” or the “shopping cart,” and his success on the dance floor was leading him to bask in the welcoming glow of the crowded mass.

A few measures into the song, however, another man a bit older and a bit bigger than Hector shifted through the pulsing throng to dance nearer to Virginia. Quickly losing the high of the hive mind of dancers, Hector pressed his hands against Virginia’s waist and protectively drew her closer to him. He glared hard at the man and his muscles tensed in anticipation of having to force the man away, because the beat in his ear, the heat on his skin, and the alcohol in his system was all beginning to mesh and give him an adrenaline rush, heightening his emotions and telling his brain that this man was a threat. Like one of the wildlife shows where two animals face off to win over a potential mate, Hector prepared to become the alpha male in this showdown.

But then, after a moment of deliberating whether or not to engage the stranger, Hector thought back to the drunken man from earlier and decided against it. The thing that sets me apart from that guy and the wild animals is class, Hector resolved haughtily, and his inner thoughts seemed to become evident in the sneer on his face. Scoffing at the man, Hector sent him a condescending look because Virginia was on his tab, drinking his drinks, and under his arm.

The other man seemed either to not notice or care because he danced on without hesitation. Maybe it would have been best for Hector to stay off the alcohol for a while; it was making him paranoid.

Gradually the song faded into a tune Hector recognized as a remixed version of one of his ringtones, and the dancing mass adjusted appropriately as the beat slowed. “Ahh, now there’s one I know,” Hector commented, pointing up at the speakers as they blasted a Dr. Dre song. He yawned into his bicep before returning his hand to Virginia’s hip though he hardly felt tired. After all, the night was still young, Virginia couldn’t return to her room, and Hector didn’t quite feel like retiring to his empty dorm yet.

Then again, the night was still young, Virginia couldn’t return to her room, and Hector didn’t quite feel like retiring to his empty dorm. And Hector laughed, because at that point, it seemed entirely possible that his dorm wouldn’t be so empty that night.

WORDS;;[/b][/color]677
TAGGED;;[/b][/color]virginia
OUTFIT;;[/b][/color]lolwhatevs.
NOTES;;[/b][/color]none.
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.

[NOELLE ARGENT]

Virginia had always been amazed by dancing.

Even when she was a little girl and temporarily walked with two left feet, Virginia loved to watch people dance. It was no different in Down the Rabbit Hole. In fact, her fascination with dancing grew as she watched the pulsating bodies around her. What was so interesting was that everyone was doing relatively the same thing. You stick your arms in the arm or by your side and just kind of wave your body around to the beat. However, even though people were doing the same thing, it was quite obvious that certain people seemed to know what they were doing, while others didn't stand a chance.

To Virginia, it was obvious that she and Hector fell into the category of people who could dance. Near them was a guy who definitely could not dance, and Virginia broke out into giggles over his lame moves. "Ooo, the sprinkler! One of the dorkiest moves ever invented." It wasn't that she was full of herself, but Virginia couldn't help but pity the poor soul who was destined to dance lessons if he ever wanted a girlfriend.

While she danced without a care in the world, Virginia saw a large man out of the corner of her eye. He was trying to dance with her and Virginia nearly laughed out loud. He thought he could dance with Virginia? Especially when she was dancing with the best looking guy in the club? What nerve. She was about to spin around and give him the exact opposite of what he wanted--and it was definitely her southern roots that would be attacking the gross man--when Virginia felt herself being pulled closer to Hector. There was something protective about the way he was holding her, like he wouldn't let the other man try to compromise her innocence in any way (not that Virginia exactly wanted her innocence to be protected). She liked it.

After a few moments of dancing, Virginia's eyes flashed with a little bit of courage, boldness, and perhaps stupidity. There was something about pounding bass speakers, loud music, and a little bit of alcohol that always brought out the daring side in Virginia. Of course, most people would say that she was just drunk. Virginia was, however, if not completely, then mostly, sober. Getting on her tiptoes, Virginia said into Hector's ear, "You know, this dancing is getting a little old. Why don't we go somewhere else?" Virginia wasn't entirely sure what she meant by 'something else'. To her, it could mean coffee, walking around the city, or perhaps somewhere like a dorm room....Virginia didn't care. All she knew is that she wanted to get out of the club and learn more about this Hector fellow she had met online the other night. For all she knew, he could be a serial killer. But, Virginia doubted that, and she flashed Hector a coy smile, suggesting that he make the next move.

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notes: ohmygod it's so short /museless at the moment
words:yer mom
outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=32738681 (how're people so good at polyvore?!?! i don't get it)
music:
tag:Hector
credit:

• rawr!itsdes of Caution 2.0
  
• Lyrics: Tonight, Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae

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[HECTOR LÉON]

Jun 21, 2011 3:28:32 GMT -5 HECTOR LÉON said:

- - - - - - - he got the money; man, he got the fold lines
- - - - - - - but he got the problems banging on his door

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They were dancing, at least decent among the other clubbers, and Hector thought they were having a good time when Virginia suddenly seemed to tire of it. Hector’s brow furrowed as he tried to understand her over the loud beat, but when he finally seemed to make out a few words, he leaned back. He rolled his eyes at the thought of pressing their way through the crowds again, but inevitably smiled down at her.

“Oh yeah?” he purred suggestively, his hand slowly drifting down her back. “Where were you thinking?” But before she could answer, Hector pulled away from her. Lacing his arm around Virginia’s waist, he drew her back to the bar (after being bumped and grinded relentlessly by the mindless mass, of course) where he gestured to the bartender. “I’m headed out. Tab’s under Léon,” he said simply, and the bartender fluttered away, returning a moment later with his card and a receipt. Hector shoved the receipt in his pocket and returned his card to his wallet, which he then hid in a secret pocket inside his leather bomber jacket. Turning back to Virginia, he smiled and nodded towards the exit, not bothering with words over the blaring music.

Pushing through the crowds, they finally made their way to the exit and broke free. As they cleared the doors into the busy downtown streets, it was like breaking the surface after staying underwater too long. Hector sighed, inhaling deeply the ‘fresh’ air of urban living, only realizing afterwards that he’d stepped out of the thick sweaty atmosphere into a cool sewage one. Hector scowled at the offensive smell, but as soon as he glanced Virginia, he remembered why he was out there in the first place and seemed to decide that it was worth it. Turning and pulling Virginia into him with one hand, Hector grabbed her other one as if they were going to do a waltz. Swaying her slightly in the musicless outdoors (though, the thick beat still poured incessantly through the doors of the club), Hector laughed as he stumbled a bit in his slightly tipsy state and leaned into her. “So, where to?” he growled with a cocked eyebrow. “Your place or mine?”

Of course, Hector rather expected her to suggest some quaint café or a park to stroll through, and his tone was half-joking, allowing a bit of wiggle room without an awkward rejection if she really wasn’t interested. Still, with what he’d heard on the online chat, he also had the slightest reason to be hopeful that she wouldn’t be entirely dismissive of the idea.

WORDS;;[/b][/color]434
TAGGED;;[/b][/color]virginia
OUTFIT;;[/b][/color]lolwhatevs.
NOTES;;[/b][/color]here's to gradually deteriorating posts DX
DE;;[/b][/color]lake. pls do not take anything.[/quote]