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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 4, 2009 20:56:19 GMT -5
Slowly, he shut his virus-ridden laptop, not bothering to close out of the porn pop-ups that had accumulated on the screen after even a few minutes. The unfortunate invasion of vaginas, penises, and fake moaning wasn't exactly his fault. Johnny had bought the hunk of metal off an old friend for just a hundred bucks and it had come with a few extra features. He simply shook his head to loosen his greasy locks of hair as he stood from the desk he was sitting at. For a moment as he stood, not even blinking, in the middle of his tiny ass 'living room', he had forgotten what he was about to do. Oh yeah..
It wasn't as if he actually expected her to show up. He hadn't even exchanged names with the girl he had met online just a few moments before. He had dropped a beer can on his keyboard- the can of budwieser that sat propped by the laptop was proof, and someone completely random replied. There was no telling if this woman was fat, or ugly, or even a woman at all. In all honesty, perhaps Johnny even hoped she wouldn't gather herself up and come knocking at his door. Then again, if she were a hideous sight, he was blunt enough to shut the door on her anyway.
But he didn't expect a damn this. Johnny rolled his shoulders backwards to pop a few bones, and with a sigh, he headed towards his closet-like bathroom. He had already been lacking a shirt before, and upon turning the hot water knob on the shower, he shed from his pants and boxers as well. It wasn't too long before the room was clogged with mist and steam, and Johnny stepped into the shower. Immediatly, warm water sprayed his golden skin and soaked his dark hair.
Another thing- he left the front door wide open.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Apr 6, 2009 19:18:31 GMT -5
 ••• Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runnerI'm a king and she's my queen, bitch. ••• ••• june, 9:30 PM, johnny's apartment•••
Darcy was a smart girl and usually never got herself into stupid situations, she never put down her drink when she was at a party or hook-up with random strangers in their apartments. Until tonight, of course. She probably wouldn't have done this if she were sober but, she wasn't. She was fucking wasted. Now, being wasted and meeting some stranger online were two things that usually led to trouble when mixed but of course, Darcy was too drunk to really care.
She wasn't sure why she wanted to meet this guy so much. Maybe because he seemed mysterious and cool. Yup, that was probably it, he was mysterious and this whole idea of an anonymous hook-up seemed so rebellious and cool to her that she didn't mind taht she had no idea who the fuck he was or if he wasn't really some creepy rapist or something. All she knew was that right now, she was in a cab on her way to some guy's apartment to do something that she'd probably regret later. She giggled to herself in the back of the cab as she thought about what was bound to happen that night.
The cab let her off at the apartment complex nearest to the only starbuck's in town and she searched for Room 418. The mysterious "JWOOD's" apartment. The only thought running through her head at the moment was "He better be good looking. If he's some ugly bastard I'm just going to leave". She stumbled a bit from all of the beer she had been drinking with the guys as they played their favorite drinking game. They watched "Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl" and everytime somebody said "pirate" or "Black Pearl" or "Captain Jack Sparrow" they would down a shot. The rest of the gang were sleeping like babies when Darcy had left. She bit her lip and laughed again, she couldn't find his room.
She turned around and slapped her forehead. His apartment was right behind her the whole time. She shook her head and let out a deep breath. She rang the doorbell and waited for his response. She could hear a shower running from behind the door. With another deep breath she ran a hand through her gold locks. This was going to be interesting.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 6, 2009 20:56:24 GMT -5
So who was that little cunt he had met online anyway? Not that he really thought she was going to show up on his doorstep, hence why he had hopped in the shower instead of waiting desperatly for her, wringing his hands. But come to think of it, he could really even remember her screen name, or much of the conversation they had typed up. Truth be told, he had been a bit tipsy, and this hot shower was only strengthening his buzz. Party something, was her screen name, he remembered. What party girl could be ugly?
Steam rose from behind his shower curtain, fogging up the mirror and the entire room. The water poured over his body, clensing him and making him drunker by the minute. It was cold water that would have a reverse effect. Johnny had only begun to put shampoo in his wet, shaggy hair when he heard the faint buzzing of his doorbell. His brows furrowed a bit, eyes closed to prevent stinging chemicals from leaking into his eyes. For a moment, he was confused, maybe even a little pissed off to think that he had an unwanted visiter.
Wait... Party-whatever-the-fuck-her-name-was?
Johnny grumbled, keeping his head under the heavy flow of water and waiting for the shampoo to rinse out. After a few moments, he pushed aside the curtain, not even shutting off his shower. He planned to return to it soon. He grabbed a towel to hold limply around his hips. What kind of douche bag answered the door completely naked? He had left the front door open, making it easy to see from the small hallway that a blonde girl was at his door. Who the hell? Johnny walked up, his large feet leaving tracks of pure water across the wood floor. For the longest time he simply stood there in his doorway, watching the lass.
"You're fucking shit-faced." He stated grumpily. It was obvious, just by the smell of her. God, he loved that smell, and not only that was attractive about her, but she herself was hot as hell. He stood for quite awhile, warm water still trickling off his carved and muscled body to pool around his feet on the floor. Finally, he stepped back, turning away from her to walk into his kitchen for a moment. It was his way of saying 'come in'.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Apr 8, 2009 15:27:26 GMT -5
••• Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runnerI'm a king and she's my queen, bitch. ••• ••• june, 9:30 PM, johnny's apartment•••
The door opened as Darcy was about to knock on it again. A young guy in a towel answered and Darcy assumed that he was "JWOOD".
Darcy was suprised to see that the guy who answered the door was actually incredibly good-looking. Of course, he had also just gotten out of the shower which probably added to it. She was expecting this whole thing to be a total waste of time and that the guy would be some 40-year-old pedophile or something but this was a suprise. A pleasant suprise to say the least. She couldn't help but stare at him, he most defiantely exceeded her expectations and she couldn't help but to stare. She snapped ut of her little trance when he mentioned her being drunk. She shrugged and replied "Is that a bad thing?" with a slight smirk.
She noticed him looking at her and she didn't say anything else, she just watched him. He backed away and she took it as his way of letting her in. She followed him into the apartment and looked around. Not too shabby. It was small but she didn't care. She just watched him go into the kitchen.
It was quiet which made her feel a bit uncomfortable. She had to say something. Being as she was drunk, she had a bit of a problem thinking. "So, do you have Scrabble?" she joked. It was a stupid thing to say but she hoped it would ease the tension a bit. He didn't seem too thrilled at the moment and she probably should've just stayed quiet but she wasn't really thinking much except "He's fucking hot.".
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 8, 2009 16:32:47 GMT -5
Well, this situation had turned out far better than he thought it would. Little did he know, she was thinking the very same thing, impressed with his looking and none 40-year-old-pedophile aura. He would have liked to be in her head to hear her thoughts as he appeared as a young man in his early twenties, well built with a handsome face to match. And if she had been inside his head, all she would have heard or seen would be repeats of the same dirty scenarios he could play out with this gorgeous, drunken, flirty girl.
"Not at all." Johnny replied to her, a pause between each word as he rummaged around in the refrigerator. Soon after, he pulled out a cold can of Budweiser and opened it with ease. "In fact, it would be better if you were drunker." He commented, coming close to her again and pushing the beer into her hand after he had taken a swig of it. He stood unbearably near to her as she asked about the scrabble, so near that the droplets of water from his hair fell on her. Johnny grinned, revealing straight, white teeth despite all the drinking he did.
"No scrabble." He said in a devilish tone. "Sorry to disappoint." He added, moving away from her to head back towards his running shower. "I'm getting back in my shower. And I'm gonna need that back." He called from the doorway of the bathroom, turning to point demandingly at his beer. Maybe it was a ploy to lure her into his shower within the first few minutes of meeting her. It was worth a try. She certainly was drunk enough.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Apr 8, 2009 20:47:16 GMT -5
••• Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runnerI'm a king and she's my queen, bitch. ••• ••• june, 9:30 PM, johnny's apartment•••
She felt a bit better when he handed her a beer. She wasn't sure why she did, she just did. It made everything less awkward to her. Laughing she took the beer from him and replied "Thanks." and took a gulp from the can. Bud usually wasn't her beer of choice, she almost always preferred Guiness if it was available or even Sam Adams. Bud was tolerable.
He was very close to her now and she couldn't tell if it made her feel uncomfortable or horny. With a shrug, she tok another sip and smiled at him. He had a nice smile, which didn't suprise her much. The man was gorgeous, he really was and she really would have liked to just grab him and have her way with him but, she controlled herself. She zoned out a bit again and wondered what he was thinking right now. He was playing it cool, not acting desperate or anything. He clearly knew how to play this game and he knew how to play it very well.
With a mischievious grin she said "Oh well, I guess I can live without the Scarbble.". He went into the bathroom, leaving Darcy behind in the living room. She shook her head as he called out for his beer. She took another sip, leaving some behind for the guy. She went to where he was standing in the doorway and held the beer can up for him. "Here you go. Cheers!" she laughed, handing it over. She studied him once more, still not believing that he wasn't some psychopath. But no, if he was a psychopath, she couldn't tell. He seemed perfectly normal to her.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 8, 2009 21:09:11 GMT -5
Girls sure did get more and more interesting these days. It was a first for Johnny to meet a girl over the internet, pretty much accidentally, and then meet up with her the same day. Sure, a thing like that could happen probably any day, that was true, but what were the chances of the girl arriving at his doorstep to be as attractive as this young lass who he had just invited into his home? For a moment there, he had been so certain, if she did happen to come over, that she would be a fat whore. Yes, fat, and obviously a whore from agreeing to hook up with some guy she knew nothing about. But upon this woman arriving, he determined she was not fat, and her willingness to hook up with him was justified by her intoxication. If she was drunk, it simply didn't count. Never did.
Johnny fanned some steam out of his face with a single hand, waiting as the girl made her way to his bathroom. At first, she had seemed very awkward- skeptical, even, but once a beer rested between her fingers, she was happy. Maybe even moreso now that she was inside his foggy bathroom. Johnny reached out to pluck the Bud from her hand and take a long sip. "You gonna watch me or somethin'?" He questioned, giving her a quizzical look as he held his beer to his lips. She was already wasted, why shouldn't he join her? Another question, why shouldn't she join him?
He shrugged his shoulders, pulling the towel from his waist only to throw it over the young woman's head. The only way she was going to get to look at him butt-ass naked is if they were about to have sex. That, or if she took a peek inside his shower now that he had managed to hop back into it before she had the time to pull the towel off her head. "So am I supposed to guess your real name? I can't even remember your fuckin' screen name." He called to her from inside the shower, his body drenched again in warm water. He snatched up a rag from the edge of the tub and placed his beer on the soap bar holder.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Apr 12, 2009 9:43:24 GMT -5
••• Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runnerI'm a king and she's my queen, bitch. ••• ••• june, 9:30 PM, johnny's apartment•••
She shook her head at his comment about her watching him. "Well, that depends if you want me to or not." she said with a sly little grin. She saw him study her a bit and it was slightly unsettling. Maybe because she had no idea what he was thinking. Most guys were easy to read and she never had to much of a problem guessing what they were thinking. But this guy, well, he was different. And he was a blank slate which made her feel a bit awkward.
The next thing she knew he had thrown his towel over her head. "Hey!" she laughed. She pulled the towel off of her head and looked around for him but he was already in the shower. He asked her what her name was and she decided to tell him. Maybe she'd get a name in return. "You can call me Darcy. What about you? Do you have a name or should I just call you 'that guy'?" she said. She looked at the towel she was holding and dropped it on the floor.
She searched the bathroom and found what she was looking for. With a mischivious grin she manuvered her way over to the white toilet in the corner. She reached over and flushed the silver handle which would essentially make the water scolding hot for at least a minute or two. A bit of payback for the towel. Plus, she kind of wanted to see his reaction. She didn't know why but she really wanted to see what she'd do. And of course her being intoxicated at the momen didn't really think it out too much. He could've beat the crap out of her or something but she didn't think too much on that. She just wanted a reaction out of him.
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Post by Johnny Wood on Apr 13, 2009 16:31:33 GMT -5
Running the soap lathered rag over his sculpted body, Johnny listened closely to the movements Darcy made. He wasn't one to trust a complete stranger, or even a close friend in his home. Though, her being drunk, all he expected from her was a bit of puking and a chance of miscellaneous sex. The fact that the reason she was even over here was for a plain-as-day hook up had almost lead him to believe she would join him in the shower, but she was proving to be a bit more difficult than that. Maybe she'd forgotten what she was here for.
She finally told him her name, but when she asked for his in return, Johnny made a slight face underneath the spray of the shower. "I only give out my name to someone who's gonna scream it later." He replied, a slight smile on his lips, though it washed off quickly with the soap suds. How hard was his name to figure out anyway, that was, if she'd ever even heard of him before, which was unlikely in itself. His name had come out of CeCe's mouth a couple of times, but there wasn't much more other than that.
Johnny took a swig of his beer that he had placed in the shower alongside him. He was getting ready to step out when he heard the curious flush of the toilet. Immediately, he stepped back just as the water began to run scalding hot. His toes burned. He said not a word, but to get back at her, he cupped his hands together and let the water fill them before he sent a splash crashing right into Darcy. Soon after that he reached down to gather his towel, shut off the running water and wrap himself back up, exiting the shower dripping wet.
"Bitch." He called her, looking her dead in the eye with a playfully angry look as the maneuvered the towel around his waist. He turned for a moment to retrieve his drink before traveling into his tiny bedroom, which really only had enough room for his huge bed. He dressed into a simple pair of jeans and then returned to his guest. "Alright, let's get you drunker." He proposed with a grin.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Apr 13, 2009 19:14:50 GMT -5
••• Shoot the runner, shoot, shoot the runnerI'm a king and she's my queen, bitch. ••• ••• june, 9:30 PM, johnny's apartment•••
She smirked at his comment about his name. "Oh, really? Well, that's something for me to keep in mind." she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips. There was no doubt in her mind now about what he wanted. He could have it soon enough though, if he really tried harder. Or if she just gave up and let him have it. Whichever came first. Although, she was starting to think that the latter of the two was going to happen first. She couldn't help it. The guy was gorgeous.
He splashed her for the toilet thing. So, this guy had a playful side to him. Nice to know, she thought to herself. She laughed and shook her head like a dog to dry her hair. She covered her eyes with one hand. "I won't look." she said to him, still with that playful tone of voice, as he put his towel back on. "Is it safe to look?" she asked and uncovered her eyes just as he exited the bathroom. He called her a bitch, which she found funny. "Cute pet name." she said dryly. She followed him out of the bathroom. He went off into what she assumed was the bedroom and not sure if she should follow him there or not, she just sat down on his couch.
Darcy was always a very animated girl and always had to keep herself occupied. There wasn't much to say so she just amused herself by examining a lock of her hair. She twirled it around her finger and waited for him to get dressed. She studied her split ends with slight disgust. She would probably need a hair cut really soon. "Bugger." she said to herself, still looking at her hair. She heard him enter the room so she looked up at him again. He was wearing only jeans which didn't bother her too much. He still looked pretty damn good.
"I like that proposal." she said with a small nod. He wanted her drunker. Hell, she wanted herself drunker too. She stood up and walked right up to him so that she was only an inch away and looked him in the eye. "So, should I grab a drink for you?" she asked him, lightly touching his arm with her hand. She might as well grab him a drink. It was the curtious thing to do. Although being this close to him, it took everything that she had not to just grab him and kiss him already.
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