Tripping (Braxton)

[Fay Green]

Fay was getting tired of spending her nights alone at the club reading. She had come to realize that she had no life as she pulled at the lace on her arm. This had been the most adventurous piece of clothing she had worn in the last two years. Her hair wasn’t pulled into anything and it grazed her bare shoulder. Her clutch bag had lain on the floor of her bedroom. She bent down on her knees and heard them pop, wincing as she came back up. Tonight was going to be a social night. She couldn’t think of anyone who wanted to talk to the girl who couldn’t even talk to high school boys. The teal shoes pinched her toes together but that was the price of beauty. Or so she thought.

The owl cage was empty as she turned off all the lights in her apartment. She had put the owl outside to hunt during the night and she had to be back in the morning or Arianni would find herself somewhere to nest down for the morning. With her pinchy shoes, she walked out the door and locked it. The club wasn’t really that far, but in the shoes she had on, it seemed like a mile. Her heels clacked on the cement and it turned heads to whatever people were out walking on that cool night. She paid to get into the club, clutching her bag even tighter to her chest.

Fay ordered the strongest drink she could handle, a shot of whiskey. She was bit of a light weight. Her head already swam as people passed her. She lifted up a finger and let it drop sadly to her lap. She was never really outgoing. She just got along great with those who went into her shop. She could outgoing there because that was her scene. Her place. She ordered another shot and went to drink it when someone bumped into her. Her arm shot out and the whiskey accidently hit someone in the face. “Oh…I’m…”

[Braxton Carson]

"It's Wednesday night," Brax yelled on his cellphone, trying to top the music's volume. "of course I'm at the club." He quickly sat on the bar and called the bartender's attention before giving him a thumbs up expression. Braxton was a regular in this place, and so, the bartender already knew what to bring him. "No, you can't have gay sex in my room, you know the rules." He shook his head lightly. "No, it's MY, now shut up, bye."

He hung up and pocketed his cellphone as the bartender placed three shots in front of Braxton, which he drank in quick succession before shaking his head rapidly. God I love these things. He licked his lips and turned around to check the status of his hunting grounds. It looked good. The club wasn't packed, but Braxton could already identify at least six targets, not counting the three he had already slept with before. They were still looking good, but he preferred new prey. Those three would be plan b.

After arranging his shirt a bit and looking himself in the closest reflecting surface he found, Braxton walked up to girl number one. He was received with a Cosmopolitan in his face.

"Next time, call me the morning after, jerk!" The girl walked away from him.

Braxton couldn't really placer her in his memories, but heck, he was happy he had conquered those legs before. Whatever, unto the next one. Braxton did what best he could to dry himself and walked to target number two, who was immediately hugged a quite big gymhead, leaving Braxton to twist his lips, shrug, and walk to target number three.

"Hey babe what's..." He stopped as he was hit in the back of his head just before having whiskey spilled all over him. "What the..." He turned around to see another blonde, target number four, next to him and with an empty glass. "What is it with you girls trying to make me wet?" He asked her. "You know, there are many other more interesting ways to do so."

[Fay Green]

Fay stuttered. Her eyes got wide and she turned really red. Did this guy really say what she thought he said? She had accidently thrown whiskey on his head and he wasn’t worried about it? That was the only part that made her comfortable but as soon as the guy opened his mouth, she couldn’t speak. He was very handsome. She was aware of what she was wearing and carefully crossed her legs. She tended to sit like a guy in skirt, but the skirts always went to her knees or longer. She ordered another shot from the bartender and drank that down. Her head was starting to feel a little dizzy. So sad, she only had to drink small shots of whiskey to get buzzed. “Were…yo-you talking to me?” she stuttered, pointing a shaking finger to herself.

He was hot. Really hot. He truly knew how to dress. She was trying her hardest to look like she was flirted with every day, but that wasn’t it. He was the first one to flirt with her for a very long while. She was sure she was still red and Fay actually had foundation on. She hadn’t caked it on, but she was sure it would’ve hidden the fact that she was red. She ordered water this time she could get her mind wrapped around the fact that he was talking to her. She focused on drinking the water, but her hand was shaky enough and a little spilled onto her legs. “I…uh…I’m sorry about the whis-whiskey.”

[Braxton Carson]

Braxton gave the girl a thorough examination and the fact that she immediately crossed her legs meant she probably noticed what he was trying to check. Fortunately, he had won that little race and he liked what he managed to see for that very short second. The blonde next continued to apologize again and the Carson boy rolled his eyes. Great, either stutterer or shy. He twisted his lip and took a step closer to her. Good, neither ever talk during sex.

"I'm Braxton." He said while giving a soft chins-up salute. "Don't forget it, you'll be screaming it shortly." Ge then proceeded to call up the bartender and give him a thumbs up, which he understood right away. "So what's a gorgeous girl doing all alone in the bar drinking whiskey? Are you expecting a special someone?" Braxton received the two tequila shots the bartender brought him and gave one to the girl. "Because you just found him." He winked at her. "Bottoms up, babe."

[Fay Green]

Fay didn’t like guys who thought they were all thought and some hot sauce. This guy clearly thought he was the top dog. In looks, maybe, but when he opened his mouth, it was clear how he probably never got women or did they like being talked to like that? “Screaming what exactly? For the police?” Fay didn’t know why that had come out of her mouth. What peeved her more was that, he thought he could just come up and drink with her. She didn’t think she was inviting him to stand alongside her. She got this evil idea in her head. She was grinning outside and she realized it and stopped.

She was usually so shy, but the guys who flirted with her were nothing like this guy. When guys like Braxton showed up, she was usually the third wheel, out for drinks with a friend or something and the guys hit on her friend, not Fay. She found courage where she did not expect it. Interesting. “I’m Fay. It’s nice to meet you Braxton.” She took the shot of tequila. Her heart started to pound and her hands turned clammy. She had never done this before. Hopefully, her courage would pick up as she went on. “Have you ever read this book? Secret Garden?”

[Braxton Carson]

((I'm sorry this took this long. I was back in hometown and for some reason never really posted on absence about the forthcoming lack of posts it would cause. 100% back now tho!))

"Of course not," Braxton said nonchalantly. "I meant for me to fuck you harder?"

[/b] He sighed. "It was supposed to be a dirty joke to break the ice, you didn't really take it well, bummer."

Fay? What a strange name? And that is about as long as Braxton will remember Fay's name. After Fay had drank her drink, Braxton motioned the bartender again, and almost immediately, a second round of tequila shots were brought. Braxton was a regular and the bartender knew the drill.

"Sure," Braxton answered Fay's question. "it's very interesting." No, of course he hadn't read it. He hasn't read any book that doesn't have anything to do with a playboy-girl or Hugh Hefner ever since he hit puberty. "Look." He gave Fay one of the drinks. "It's Patron, don't you love it?" Braxton consequently drank his shot and cleaned his lips with his sleeve. "So, you from around here? Hadn't seen you before, and I would have remembered such a babe like you."

Unless they had had sex, no, he wouldn't really. Heck, even if they had had sex, he probably wouldn't either.