#sloane:chats

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@fxcdboys continued from (x)

"That this ain't our first-time meetin', and that can't be a good look considerin' our chosen career paths." A smile is given before drink is brought to lips for a long pull.

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Eyes roll as their hands rest against his chest, allowing for the closeness. How could she stay mad when he said such sweet things. It was even more challenging when he followed those lovely things with even sweeter promises. The impromptu trip to Europe eradicates the memory of whatever wrongdoing had gotten them into this predicament. "Fine. but you better not be doing any business while we're there." Brows lift in warning as light hues meet darker ones. "You're out of you're fuckin mind," yet she's laughing, and it's a real laugh, one that starts in her gut and ends in her eyes.

He laughed, shaking his head. That heated gaze of hers was so fucking hot. Luis doubted she knew the affect it had on him. "No, I solve all my problems with bullets and threats, I solve my you problems with pretty things and lots of kisses." Case and point, Luis leaned in forward, grabbing her cheek to pull her closer into one quick kiss. "Versace? Louis Vuitton? All three? We get my jet and go to Europe and then we get you everything you think is pretty." He smiled, too bright, too comfortable for someone who just had glass thrown at them. "God. Look at you, you are so fucking perfect."

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@jetaiimee continued from (x)

"Baby," Blonde dragged out the words in her southern drawl as her fingers pushed through his tresses, "It ain't like that." Head shaking, "He's a regular at the club." Explained as the hand that was playing with his hair continued until it came to rest against the broad chest, "Nobody likes a stripper they don't think they can fuck, now do they?" Brow lifted as eyes met his, "Let it go."

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@breakagain-writes continued from (x)

"Well, don't you know just what to say to make a girl blush," southern accent even more put upon than usual as eyelashes are batted at him. Grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "Keep talking like that, and I'm going to fall in love, I swear."

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@n0rabath0ry continued from (x)

"Well no all they know is there were some shoes left-" Shrugs, it wasn't like it was unusual to see shoes abandoned at a shitty little gas station in the middle of nowhere with a dead attendant. being the only witness well when he was alive, shrugging shoulders as she drops the paper and settles into her seat. "Doesn't matter anyway that was like two states back- if they had any clue the trail has gone cold." Grinning at the other as if she figured something out.

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tag dump;;

Sloane Wylde

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"'Course I'm sleeping over," Sloane assured as if it were the most obvious thing in the word and well it had been- at least to her. A soft bit of laughter falls from lips as drunken mind seems to linger a little longer on others teasing more than usual. Moving closer to allow fingers to brush hair from her friend's bare shoulder look up at her from under thick eyelashes. Smile tugging corners of lips upwards, tongue darting out to moisten lower lip before she speaks, "What if I'm down for more than just copping a feel tonight?"

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"are you going to to spend the night tonight like we did when we were kids? you can sleep in my bed like an old married couple. i promise to only cop a feel if you're feeling particularly gay tonight." the woman teased her, the vodka definitely having a more flirtatious effect on her than usual. they were best friends and many people thought they were gay together, but they had yet to break out of the friendzone, but that never stopped luna from 'jokingly' flirting with sloane.

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whorifics​:

head tilted, brows furrowed. has to let out a scoff. contrary would be to show how truly startled he was at shift of emotions. “ you’re fuckin’ insane. ” glad to know that they’re on the same page, though. somewhat, anyhow. “ yeah ? and what’s it got to do with ? ”

“You like it, and what does that say ‘bout you, huh?” brows lift as smirk comes to her face as she taunted him moving closer,  “It’s got to do with the fact we ain’t fuckin’ done till I say we are.” Stopping to point finger to chest as head tilts upward, “And guess what I ain’t sayin’ we’re done.”

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kittywriites​:

“Feisty lil thing!” Dex announced, sounding genuinely excited by the prospect as he took a drag of the stolen cigarette. He watched with eager eyes as she turned to Jesse, and the younger vampire eyed Sloan eagerly before letting out a little chuckle at her question. The musician’s deep, dark gaze trailed over the girl in front of him, licking his lips before both men were chuckling lowly at the promise she tossed Dex. 

“The place we’re renting is just up the block.” Jesse promised with a little nod as he fished out a cigarette. He came to a stop before the girl, tucking the filter between her lips. The raven haired boy lit it and then shot her a suggestive little smirk. “How about we get you there and a girl can see whatever she wants to see?”

“’Course, it’s only fair if that deal goes both ways, darlin’.” Dex piped in, licking his lips as his hungry gaze moved over the length of her body.

Brows furrow for only a moment with his words before smile turns triumphant please that he seemed to appreciate what she said- Though she wasn’t quite sure what had cause the reaction, she had wanted an answer. Not bothering another glance at the other man as the one in front moved closer. Dark hues watching fingers intently as a cigarette was procured from pack. 

Doing her damnest to not react at his proximity as filter makes it way between pouted lips. Hand moving to lightly grasp wrist steadying hand that held flame is she tipped head down and took a deep inhale. Slowly she’s moving upright digit releasing his arm in favour of removing burning stick from plush tiers. Smoke slowly curling out as she takes what feels like her first breath since he’d move closer. 

“I strike you like that kinda girl?” Taunting him as smirk reemerges on lips eyes finally moving back to Dex with words, “Only fair.” Agrees with a nod of her heads, “That mean I get to see you too, sweetheart?” Brow lifts as it seems like mind was already made up so easily giving into even the slightest desire. 

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Huff sounds when his hand comes to press against her features, using the point of contact to push away her smaller frame. Hand moving to swat at him as she hissed, what the fuck was up? So she didn't like the warm taste of stale cigarettes on his tongue. And spat, wasn't like it was a real kiss, and he hardly seemed the sensitive type, but the blonde was often wrong in her reading of people. Hands brushing hair back from the reddened face before crossing arms under breasts.

Hip jutting out as cowboy boot-clad feet shifted weight from one to the other, "Alright." Sighed before opened her mouth wide, and as if for good measure, out came her tongue, hanging down as if she were trying to lick at her chin. In reality, she was trying to lighten the ominous atmosphere that seemed to settle over the pair.

What sheepish cloak does he wear for her to assume that? If he thought that's what she expects of him, he would be more than happy to show her how unabashed he could be. Large hand unkindly releases her, pushes her away by her face as she spits on the cold concrete.

After a moment and an impatient sigh, he continues to indulge her in this little game.

"Open your mouth," the dare comes with a devilishly knowing grin, pearly whites bared on one side of his mouth. He's repulsive, isn't he? At least, that's what he presumes she thinks of him, from the twisting of her features to the glob of her foamy saliva on the ground oh, Eddie is, now, all too confident of his skills to make her even more repulsed.

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"Duh!" Brunette grins, looking up at him, eyes rolling. Why did everyone always seem so surprised when she had a good idea. Shrugging with the comment, she was sure her head was worse; it wasn't like her fans were the most well-behaved in the world. Considering she'd always appealed to the blue-collar rowdy crowds, which also translated to her online presence. "I just hope you aren't easily offended. Boundaries aren't really their specialty." However, she had no problem telling them off if they acted too out of pocket. Hand lingering on his forearm as he types at his phone, taking a moment to check him out before it's slipped into her back pocket.

Head nods with the instructions, "Sounds good." The basket hanging off her arm shifted as weight moved from one red cowboy boot to the other. Hip jutting out, "So I'll see ya tomorrow? Anything you need me to bring?" Brows lift as a hint of a smirk plays on glossy tiers.

"Hmm.." Bae thinks with a frown pinching at his brows as she makes the very good point that they needed to have something to talk about. A consummate professional, of course Sloane had an idea to fix that as well as quickly his eyes lift to her as a smile brightens his face. "That's a brilliant idea!" He nods, because it was the perfect amount of audience participation and less organising on their part. "I just hope my subscribers behave.." he chuckles softly to himself with a shake of his head as he watches her with the phone. They could be a thirsty bunch when they wanted to be. But that's what came from having a high percentage female audience! Men had nothing on their horn dog behaviour.

Taking the phone back he nods, not waiting even a moment before doing as he's told and typing away with his thumbs. "Okay so we'll both announce on socials tonight and start compiling some questions..."

Txt: 😚

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Her brows lift, waiting for the response. A pleased smile finds a way to her lips as she watches the large man begin to move with her request. Leaning back in her chair, quite happy with herself, especially with the insistence that the other was in charge, not her... "Yes. 'Course. Why wouldn't I?" Head tipped as she watched him pursing lips together, "Don't tell me he's your toy, and I ain't allowed to play with him no more?" Taunting the other as the utensils are slammed down. "Yeah, well, forgive me for wantin' to have a nice goddamn dinner with my husband on Valentine's Day." Crossing arms, clearly giving in to the sour mood that had been beginning to grow within her. Fuck it.

"Because he is gonna—" Luis stopped when Viktor started moving out the room, "Don't fucking leave. She doesn't tell you what to do, I do." And so Viktor walked back in, only to leave again when Luis waved his hand, "Nevermind, just fucking go." It's only when the man is gone that he turns back to her. "Do you do that often? Do you just order him around when you want something?" She could do it, of course, Viktor was supposed to do whatever she wanted him to, Luis had told him so. She just couldn't do it when he was also right there in the room to order Viktor instead. "We are gonna spend the whole rest of the day together. You don't have to make this a big deal."

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Blonde rolled her eyes, rude, especially when she had come bearing gifts this time. "Fine then," she said, Standing before she made an elaborate show of bending down to retrieve the laptop case. "Should I go ahead and pawn this then?" Batting eyelashes innocently as she turned the object in her hands, she said, "Could get a few hundred, right?"

"Tch..." Seojun scoffed, not even bothered that the woman had managed to get into his house...again. he shooed her with a wave of his hand before going back to typing. "I used you as a means to an end, Sloane. You got me the information I needed. Go home."

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The quietness simmering of rage beneath the surface sets her on edge. So used to the explosive anger that fueled much of their relationship that this version of his anger unnerves her. Causes the frame to shift even as fingers drag through his hair, "Baby," Word broken into two separate symbols as eyes flickered around them for a moment, "Don't be like this. I ain't sleeping with around," she wasn't that stupid. "He was just a fan of mine- wanted a picture." Trying to explain the words, leaving lips so fast they stumble over each other, "It ain't a big deal." Hand smoothing down his lapel, "Let's go back to having a fun night. Alright?" Tone verging on whining as light hues return to dark ones.

Luis stared at her, for one entire beat he just stared at her. Attention stuck to her eyes as if he was trying to read her and coming up short. "Sloane, I let you do a whole lot of things..." This was a quieter version of anger, a deeper type of rage. It wasn`t the type they shared, when it came to the two of them it was always big explosive arguments in the middle of a hotel lobbies. This was the kind of deep-seated fury that had him shooting a whole lot of people before their time. It was the kind he saved for other people, not the one he used with her, never with her. "You get to yell and shoot and break and buy and throw out whatever and whoever the fuck you want whenever you fucking want... The one thing you don't get to do is sleep around... Is that clear?"

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Brows lift, of course, that fucking got him, that always fucking got him, and she can't help feeling some sort of smug satisfaction over that point. As if his possessiveness proved some type of devotion or love. Not just that she was another in a lengthy collection of his objects. Smile tugging at lips, sure they must have seen fucking insane to everyone that decided to stop to watch the spectacle. But that didn't matter. No, she'd do a whole lot fucking worse just to get his eyes back on her, and now they were. She tried her best to tamper down the ever-growing grin. So often, they find themselves in these spats. Neither seems particularly bothered over maintaining any decorum in front of their audience. "That right?" Comes as he steps closer, as light eyes come to meet dark ones. "That how this goin' end baby?" Cooed as if she hadn't just been shrieking at the top of her lungs. Hand grasping wrist to press the finger he waggled in her face between brows. "Goin' put a bullet between my eyes?"

Luis didn't care, not about the yelling, not about the drama, not about the people watching them. He didn't, really. They didn't matter. Faces all blurring in with the background. Not even important enough to be given a name. He would have let her keep going too, if it wasn't for— "You will fucking not." Finally stepping forward, a finger pointed at her face as if he needed to add weight to his threat. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think I am?" Anger suddenly a very palpable thing. Luis knew, he knew for a fact, that giving her the attention she wanted was no way to solve this little disagreement of their. Still— "What you are doing tonight is either getting your fucking shit together and coming upstairs with me or not fucking leaving the goddamn bar until I have found enough patience to deal with you, that's what you are fucking doing." Stepping closer once again. "You end some other guy's bedroom, I swear to God, he's the only one seeing sunrise with a bullet between his eyes."

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"Next time, you better say then that," the Demon baits the man. She can feel his anger just under the surface like a kettle bout to blow, and she is practically salivating, waiting for the moment she could tip him over the edge. Can feel he's close to it and can see it, too, with the way his hands ball into fists at the sides. startled for a moment with the laughter, and then a big ol' grin finds its way to her features. "That right," Slow drawls and she moves closer again, stopping just before him with a cock of her head. "What ya going, do bout it, Billie." Popping every syllable, she could just grate on every last nerve the man possessed. A snort of laughter, "Take a wild fuckin' guess." Deadpans, "It's hell."

"i want you to shut your mouth when i'm not fuckin' talkin' to ya!" it's more than obvious that the other is trying to get under his skin and boy, is it working well. but billie keeps his hands to himself and voice at a reasonable volume — he's sure she just wants a reaction out of him. a reaction he refuses to give, no matter how much she pisses him off. hands clutch into fists.

unexpectedly, billie starts to laugh. "oh, you are really gettin' on my last nerve, girl." head shakes slowly. the laughter fades but he's still smiling. "and why exactly d'you not wanna go back?"