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Post by bawoozle on Jul 22, 2011 1:55:42 GMT -5
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
did the impossible, Gained my trust  -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-Normally Xavier never walked along the part of town where the mall was, let alone boutiques were. Normally he’d be on the shady side of town, talking to multiple people about getting them hooked up with some form of drugs for his set price. Of course today wasn’t one of those days, he had a wallet full of cash and he decided today he wasn’t going to sell any drugs, more so just linger around the expensive shops, window shopping for nobody in particular. Although he had in reality had walked by Victoria Secret multiple times and truth be told he felt a little sleazier than normal for doing so.
Switching to the other side of the walkway he simply proceeded to give people the famous blank Xavier stare down. Seeing if there was anyone in this mall worth soliciting drugs to. Of course the high price boutiques were located on this level and rich people usually played high-price for good drugs. There was no doubt in his mind that half of the skinny little bitches in this mall took drugs. Plus they would all probably pay a decent price for some good quality stuff that he could get his hands on. Though he doubted any of them would directly approach him as he was dressed in baggy jeans and a black zip-up hoodie, WITH the hood up.
All in all, Xavier looked a bit too creepy to be roaming by the boutiques. But if anyone asked he was here buying things for his mom for her birthday. Truth is he wasn’t, but nobody needed to know that right? Of course her birthday was coming up and she hadn’t called the cops on him on sometime. He figured he owed her something, so he barged into the first dress shop he saw, taking off his hood figuring that he looked creepy enough with out it.
Walking into the store, he supposed all women liked dresses and he couldn’t go wrong with it. Wandering around he frowned slightly. Seeing something his mom might like he flipped over the tag, expensive but nothing he couldn’t afford. About to take it off the self he realizes he didn’t check the price so, he checks the tag. Expecting to see either ‘Small, Medium, Large.’ But no, it was goddamn numbers. What the hell? Xavier stared it over and cursed under his breath.
“How the hell am I supposed to know what size she is with numbers? it’s not like I measure my mom’s ass, dammit.”
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- don't play games it'll be dangerous |
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Post by MALLORY TORRES on Jul 22, 2011 6:34:12 GMT -5
Her life was going great, sort of. Her parents still didn't notice her or pay her much mind, but she had replaced him..with friends.. people that cared. Her parents still supplied her financial needs and gave her a place to stay, so she couldn't really hate them. Occasionally, she got to go on shopping sprees, either when her father hit the jackpot or was in a giving mood. Today, she was happy to receive a phone call stating that she had an extra two grand in the bank specifically for buying whatever her little heart desired...without restraints. The Torres Limo pulled up to her favorite boutique, but she wasn't looking her a dress specifically for her. Rose had been so gracious, so Mallory owed her...big time.
Mallory had at least four dresses picked out by the time the door's bell rang signaling a new customers, but Mallory gasped in surprise and hid behind a rack of dresses. She felt her knees shaking and her head feeling a bit light. The guy totally looked like he'd be the badass type who yelled fuck the world, and he just so happened to be Mallory's type. She stole a peek as he looked over the dresses and finally picked one out, but quickly started cursing aloud. Yep... Fuck-the-World attitude. Putting on her best Fuck-Me-Instead face, Mallory approached the guy heels clicking victoriously.
"Numbers help girls feel more secure about their figure. Saying you wear a large sounds worse than saying you wear a... well, fifteen." Mallory's voice was smoother than ever and just as alluring. Her hand ran over his back from one shoulder to the next as she made her way around him. She leaned casually against the wall, and hiked a her leg up a bit, shortening the dress and exposing more of her dark olive toned silky smooth leg. "I think I can help." She purred as she winked slyly at him.
Outfit: HURR!
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Post by bawoozle on Jul 22, 2011 13:50:40 GMT -5
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
did the impossible, Gained my trust -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-All of the tags were numbers. All of them, this was utterly confusing for him and he started cussing under his breath as he stared at the tag. Why is it the one time he has money the only goddamn thing he wants has sizes in numbers. Out of all the small, medium, larges, there could’ve been there was numbers in place. He looked out of place and awkward in the dress shop, the cussing only made the current cashier stare at him.
Then he felt a hand go along his shoulders and he was about to curse whoever it was into hell for touching him. Looking up from the tag he began to start his tirade. Then he supposed that if anyone was touching him he was about to get kicked out of the store.
"Who the hell do you-" Looking up from his tag he realized it was a woman and shit he felt bad for almost cussing her out, but she began to speak before he could correct his mistake. She began talking about the sizes. Jesus christ, thank fucking god. As much as he hated being touched, he needed her help as much as fucking possible.
"Numbers help girls feel more secure about their figure. Saying you wear a large sounds worse than saying you wear a... well, fifteen."
Xavier stared at her than back at the tag, then scanned her over again. She was gorgeous, but he had experience with the gorgeous type and though she was beautiful he wasn't going to hop in her lap immediately, just because she helped him with sizes in a dress store. Shifting slightly, he crossed his arms and set the dress on the rack.
"But it's more goddamn simple just saying, 'I am a large.' Rather than a specific size. But women are just catty little bitc-" Stopping himself from continuing the sentence and he decided to go on with a different start.
Watching her hike up her leg, a slight twinge of a smile was seen before he went back to his usual emotionless face. Hearing her go on about helping him. Scanning her over, he blinked slowly and thoughtfully, before continuing.
"If the help you are talking about is the help I am thinking of, than maybe later," His voice dripping with sarcasm. He took a slightly annoyed breath he looked back at the dress rack. "Right now, I could use help finding a goddamn dress for my mother. Or something, jesus christ."
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- don't play games it'll be dangerous |
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Post by MALLORY TORRES on Jul 23, 2011 14:44:33 GMT -5
Mallory laughed a bit at the guys little tirade about sizes being numbers and how women were catty bitches. There had been wisdom in his words and Mallory wouldn't scold him for his thoughts. He obviously held some underlying hate towards women... ex-girlfriend, it seemed like. She noticed his slightly smile, but then he just seemed bored with her attempts at arousal. She sighed a bit as she straightened up.
Mallory tried to muffle a laugh so not to be rude, but this guy was blunt. "You have it all wrong. If I wanted that from you, well, I'd get it." Mallory stated matter of fact as she went to some dresses that could possibly work, while still carrying the dresses she had. Searching through the dresses, Mallory's eyes skillfully scanned through the racks and found a dress. "It's a twelve considered a 'large' in man world. If it doesn't fit, she'll be happy with the gesture and you can come back and get her right size." Mallory smirked a bit before heading to the dressing rooms. "Wanna help me pick out a dress? I need a man's opinion." She offered casually as she proceeded to walk towards the rooms.
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Post by bawoozle on Jul 23, 2011 19:39:45 GMT -5
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
did the impossible, Gained my trust -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-Xavier frowned slightly when she laughed at his rant, but shrugged it off figuring she understood what he meant by that nonetheless. At least she was helping him out that is all he goddamn needed since everyone else in this store refused to approach him like he would automatically fuck them up just because they asked if he wanted help. But all the goddamn store owners in these kinds of places were the skinny bitches he expected to sell drugs too, but whatever that wasn't one half of his problems right now.
"Well, hell, sarcasm just doesn't sink through does it?" He arched his eyebrows as she continued. "Damn girl, you think just because I suggested it I go around fucking every bitch I see? Naw, I ain't a player." Xavier watched her as she picked out the dress and handed it to him, he scanned it over thinking it was about his mother's size.
"Yeah that'll work. It looks like how big she is I guess," scoffing he shook his head. "Hell, my mom is pleased when I come home after bein' gone a week, don't matter to her." Arching his eyebrows as she made an offer. Looking at his watch he nodded.
"I don't have anywhere to be so, why the fuck not?"
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- don't play games it'll be dangerous 215 WORDSMallory <3 IS TAGGEDCLOTHES IS WHAT I'M WEARINGAHAHA, i love this pairing already yo. I SAY!CREDIT TO: DANNIPERSON OF CAUTION!! |
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Post by MALLORY TORRES on Jul 24, 2011 0:39:34 GMT -5
Mallory quirked a brow at Xavier's words, and his implication of sarcasm to sexing her later. Well, she could always play on a different chord to get him to bang her till she passes out. Or until he passed out. "Woah, Vanilla Ice. No one said that. I was simply playing along." She stated as she held up her hands in defense.
"Well, maybe your presence will distract her if the dress is too small or big." She added before making him her offer. She swung her hips a bit more than needed, but she'd give him something worth following after. When he accepted, Mallory smiled victoriously. She opened one of the rooms and turned to face him, "Now wait here." She stated before walking into the room and locking the door. Unzipping and sliding off her dress, she took dress 1 and slipped it on. She adjusted it, checked herself in the mirror, then opened the door. "Well?" she asked as she gave him a little spin.
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Post by bawoozle on Jul 24, 2011 16:32:53 GMT -5
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
did the impossible, Gained my trust -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Xavier was growing slightly bored of this store, but he had already confirmed that he was going to give his opinion on the dresses she tried on. Why him? Hell, he looked like a player. Though he hated been with anyone since his last ex. Though the Vanilla Ice comment made an inkling of a smile cross his face.
"Hey now. Don't be comparin' me to Vanilla Ice." The smirk went away as quick as it appeared, though he still was amused by her antics and that was clear. "Sure you were playing along. Hey, you know I can't call ya' girl all the time. Name is Xavier and your name would be nice too."
Xavier arched his eyebrows at the comment about his mother. "She better fucking be happy either way. This is the first birthday present I have bought her. Fuck, since like the 3rd grade." Xavier shrugged and waited outside the dressing room waiting for Mallory to get changed and show him her dress.
When she stepped out he arched his eyebrows, crossed his arms, and scanned her over. There was no denying that she looked amazing in the dress, but there was a thought in the back of his head, that she would look gorgeous in anything. He tried to shake the thought away. Trying not to believe that he could even be getting over his ex. Yet he let himself compliment the girl.
"Damn. You look gorgeous. That's sayin' somethin' cause I don't openly compliment just anyone."
-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- don't play games it'll be dangerous 250 WORDSMallory <3 IS TAGGEDCLOTHES IS WHAT I'M WEARINGAHAHA, i love this pairing already yo. I SAY!CREDIT TO: DANNIPERSON OF CAUTION!! |
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Post by MALLORY TORRES on Jul 24, 2011 22:03:28 GMT -5
Mallory laughed at his defesive comeback to her comment regarding him being Vanilla Ice. No one could compare to that man with the sickest rhymes, one of Mallory's favorite old time-y artists. "Mallory, but you can call me late tonight." She shot him a wink. Beforegetting changed and walking out to get his approval, but like a guy he pulls the trump card. She had asked for opinions on the dresses, not her body. "Yes Xavier. Thanks, but the dress." Gestures to the dress on her and taps her foot. "Well, the compliment was nice." she finished as she stood there for a bit longer.
Growing impatient she went back into th dressing room and slipped into dress 2. She adjusted the dress to look right, it was a bit long, but meh, every girl needs a long dress right? She adjusted her boobs so that look extra cleavage-y. She gave herself a once over and walked out to show Xavier. "How about this one? Does it scream FUCK ME or too conservative?" Mallory asked teasing a bit.
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