keep me some company || pearce

[georgia lewis]

Boredom is one of Georgia's worst enemies. It was almost 10 o clock, and of course, she couldn't sleep yet. She had nothing to do in her boring room and decided to get dressed and headed to Caviar&Cigarettes. It's the only cool hang out place at night in town. Georgia sighed. She tried her best friend's cell, wondering if she would mind to join her tonight, but of course, her best friend isn't as wild as she is. Honestly, Georgia hated to drink alone, but everyone knows that you'll never be alone once you stepped into Caviar&Cigarettes.

Georgia put on her mini black dress and sprayed some perfume on her body. She just loves to smell good. Who doesn't? Besides, she believed that good smell could attract some boys. That's one of Georgia's hobbies. Flirting, drinking, partying til dawn and surprisingly, she never get caught by her parents. Talk about some drunken professionals. Georgia applied pink lip gloss on her lips, some eyeliner, and mascara and created perfect smoky eyes, then went in to her closet and tried to find her black purse. She collected lots of stuff like purses, accessories and perfume. That's just what a girl needs and she knew she couldn't live without those. After she found her favorite black purse, she started looking for her black Prada heels. She's just feeling all black tonight. She walked through her accessories collection drawer and put on her Chanel bangles.

Georgia smiled as she looked at her reflection on the mirror. She tossed her brown wavy hair and ready to party all night. She peeped out the window trying to see if her parents were home yet and then remembered that both of them were out of town. Even better! She walked out her room and walked down the stairs, found her car key on the table and headed outside to get her car. She loves being eighteen.

After a fifteen minutes ride, she reached Caviar&Cigarettes. She smiled again; her flirting mood is so on. She parked her car and got down, walking in her typical Georgia way and gave the security a smile and simply walked inside. She looked around and she couldn't wait to sip her favorite gin and tonic. She didn't even have to order anything since the bartender knew her well already. She just sat down at the bar, smiled at the bartender and gave him a signal and there, her drink is served.

Usually, Georgia would just have to sit down at the bar, then a few guys would come towards her and started talking to her. She didn't have to worry of some disgusting guys in here since this place was... classy. Georgia sipped her drink and decided to just wait like usual.

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[pearce mossin]

Ah, the pleasures of being considered a legal adult. He could buy tobacco products, legally watch porn, vote for his preferred political candidate, and get into night clubs, the latter being of the most importance to him at the moment as he snapped the door shut to his one bedroom apartment. He disregarded the fact that he could also be prosecuted as an adult in court along with several other nasty responsibilities that came with adulthood because he felt as though he would never have to face such things. He quickly double checked to make sure the door was locked before waltzing down the stairs and into the night. So yes, he decided that it was fantastic being eighteen, though it would be much better if he were twenty-one. It wasn’t as if loved getting drunk, he just enjoyed tasteful alcohol in moderation, which is why his feet were leading him to Caviar&Cigarettes at the moment. He wasn’t in the mood to go to wild parties tonight, seeing as he rarely got drunk and had to deal with the aftermath of his wasted friends trying to get in his pants. Or their sob stories, which was worse.

It didn’t take long before he arrived at his destination, dressed to kill as always in dark jeans and a button-up black collared shirt whose undone buttons were just a bit socially unacceptable. He didn’t mind much though, practically grinning when he felt the eyes of the people loitering outside the club all over him, it was nice for his body to receive such attention. Not like he would ever let them touch though, only one person had permission to do so, but these people didn’t know that and who was he to ruin their fantasies? He glided over to the bouncer, allowing him to examine his ID for a moment before moving inside. Ah, this was much better than wild partying, it had been a good choice to come here after all. The lighting was dimmed, the seats were plush and comfortable, and the music didn’t give him a migraine. He made bee line for the bar, spotting one of the girls he regularly flirted with, Georgia. He slid into the seat beside her, motioning for the bartender to take his usual order of one Kamikaze. It was nice to have connections, the bartender didn't even look like he wanted an ID. He sipped the drink after it was placed in front of him, figuring it was about time to start chatting it up.

"If I had arrived a few moments before, I would have insisted on buying you that drink, Georgia," he said smoothly with a small smile, setting down his own drink with a small clink, "No matter, I'll just insist on buying your second one." He knew he had a way with words and wasn't afraid to use it to his benefit. He wanted her attention because it was one of two things that actually made him happy. Not Georgia's interest in particular, but anyone willing to give him positive attention. He would have chatted up guys if it weren't for the fact that he didn't need his sexuality exposed to the world. But for right now, Georgia would do. He felt as though an evening with her would make him feel satisfied.

"So, how are you? We haven't talked in a while."

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[georgia lewis]

Her waiting didn't take such a long time. She knew she wouldn't regret coming to this place since she's sure that she would meet some guys. And she was right. Her eyes spotted Pearce Mossin coming in from the entrance door. Georgia smiled a little. "Here comes the fun..."

[/color] she muttered to herself. She watched him buy himself a drink and sat beside her. She chuckled a little at what he said. "Well, thank you, sweetheart.. "[/color] Georgia played along. She's used to flirt around and drink together with Pearce so both of them knew, any 'sweetheart' or 'darling' or 'sweety' didn't mean anything to both of them.

Georgia took a big gulp of her drink and put the empty glass on the table and looked at Pearce and leaned forward so she could whisper to him."I'm ready for round two.."[/color] she whispered and then moved back and gave him a small wink. Everytime Georgia was chilling out with Pearce, she could never stand his amazing blue eyes. She could never stop wondering, why a hottie like Pearce didn't want to date any girls when it was so obvious that the there were so many lining up for him. But, well.. Let's just see the good point, if Pearce was taken already, both of them couldn't flirt like this anymore. Besides, Georgia should ask herself the same question. Why is she still single at this point? Whatever,anyway. Being single is still the best. You are free to do anything you want. At least, that's what Georgia think.

"So, how are you? We haven't talked in a while." If Georgia was a typical teenage girl, she would have answered 'Oh, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.' But of course, a girl like Georgia wouldn't be so straight forward. There's a lot of time to waste, why not talk some more. Georgia fake a sigh, "Well, I was extremely bored a while ago, alone in the bar, like some desperate brokenhearted girl.."[/color] Georgia paused for a while and reached out her hand to play with Pearce's collar, "But now since you're here... I guess I'll be just fine.."[/color] she finished with another flirty smile.

Georgia knew that Pearce loved her attention and loved the signs Georgia's giving that she's interested in him though both of them know, it means nothing. Maybe this is why Georgia never gets the guy she wanted. She kept on drinking all night, flirting with some guy and gave bad impression to the other guys. But who cares. She enjoyed doing it and couldn't care less what other people think about her.

She stopped touching and playing Pearce's collar and gave him another small smile. "What about you? How are you doing, Pearce Mossin?"[/color] Georgia asked slowly and sipped her drink as she never put her eyes off of his.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[pearce mossin]

“You’re quite welcome, Miss Georgia,” he returned with a casual tone, understanding quite well that being addressed as ‘sweetheart’ didn’t mean jack shit. It was what he liked about flirting with her, after all. She didn’t throw herself after him like some cheap whore and instead played his little flirting games while knowing that it didn’t mean anything. Some girls didn’t understand that simple fact and thought that if he flirted with them that it meant he was interested, but Georgia wasn’t so stupid. In all honesty, he really didn’t care about her, just as he knew that she didn’t care about him. And that was all fine and dandy for him, it made things so much easier in the long run. He let out a bit of musical laughter when she downed her drink and asked for a second. Damn, this girl was going to drain the small amount of cash left in his bank account, but that was alright. He could live with being in debt. He waved the bartender over, watching as he prepared another drink and set it down in front of her.

“Round two. I suggest you pace yourself though, a beautiful girl such as yourself shouldn’t get drunk,” he hummed, taking another sip of his drink and relishing the taste of alcohol that burned his throat as he downed it, “Drunk people are always unpleasant, no matter what.” Though his words were sugar-coated, the message should have been made pretty clear and he knew she wouldn’t have any problems figuring it out. If she got drunk off her ass, then he was going to leave her, plain and simple. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with drunken girls, if so he would have just gone to that wild party he’d been invited to. No, he wanted to enjoy tasteful alcohol while having a decent discussion, the latter never possible when someone was wasted. He didn’t really believe she would do such, but he thought he’d give her a nice reminder anyways. That way she couldn’t say that she wasn’t warned.

“Just fine, eh? Not fantastic? Amazing? Damn, I must be losing my touch,” he asked, a little smirk forming on his lips because he clearly knew he hadn’t lost a drop of his charm, “Well, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll feel extraordinary before this night is over, I’ll make sure of it.” A small peal of laughter followed, seeing quite clearly that Georgia wasn't heartbroken at all, it was just a part of their game. The hand fiddling with his collar was a part of it as well, quite used to the light flirtatious touches that didn't bother him much at all anymore. He flashed her his dazzling smile, waving the bartender over after draining the remains of his first drink. He wouldn’t drink more than three or four tonight, never allowing himself to lose control, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t indulge himself for a little while. Getting drunk was just never an option for him because control was just something he had to have at all times, especially over himself. Besides, hangovers were a bitch to deal with anyways. He swallowed a bit of his drink, setting it down gracefully and smiling once more when she asked how he was.

“Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?” he winked, a small chuckle slipping from his lips at his own words, "That's enough to make this night pretty good, but your presence is making it lovelier than before."

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[georgia lewis]

"Well, If I got drunk.. You'll be my rescuer and bring me home right?"

[/color]Georgia teased and grinned a little. "Oh wait, you're Pearce. You're not really the rescuer type.."[/color] she continued and chuckled a little. Georgia sipped her drink again, she won't get drunk of course. She didn't want to be so hungover tomorrow. She hates it when she got all the headache though it feels good when she drinks a lot. But oh well. There's every good thing has an end.. bad end. She looked at her watch, 10.30. That's still early. She's planning to stay there until 12 or something. She's just not early sleeper. Or whatever it's called.

“Drunk people are always unpleasant, no matter what.” Georgia fake a moan a little, "Aww.. Even though those drunk people are as sexy as me?"[/color] she joked and continued drinking. "Well... If you don't plan to carry me home.. Remember to stop me when I had enough.."[/color] Georgia told Pearce, referring to the drink. Georgia could get carried away sometimes. Those drinks were just so addictive. It keeps her for wanting more and more. She didn't really have to worry much about drinking too much for today though. The drinks here are hell so expensive and she didn't bring so much cash, to keep her from asking for more. Besides, there's Pearce there to stop her.

Georgia giggled at how Pearce said she's gonna be extraordinary after tonight and he'll make sure of it. "Really? How are you gonna do that?"[/color] she asked in a sort of challenging tone. Georgia finished her second drink after asking him that and grinned. She proudly showed him her empty glass and put it on the table. She's gonna stop for a while, maybe talk a little and then continue to drink again. Georgia wished her best friend could be here as well, the more the merrier right? And she just regretted for driving herself tonight. She didn't feel like driving herself home again. She should've asked her driver to drive her to here in the first place. Georgia sighed. Another reason why she shouldn't get drunk. She's driving herself home later.

“Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?” Georgia giggled a little after he winked at her and muttered "Not for long..".She heard him talk again and smiled, "Oh, really? My pleasure then.."[/color] she replied to what he said about her making his night lovelier than before. Usually, when Georgia was out with some random guy, this would be the point where the guy started to make a move and kiss her. To be honest, Georgia didn't like those kind of guys as much as she loved their lips and tonight, she didn't have to worry about those kind of guys at all. She's there with Pearce Mossin. The really hard-to-read and unpredictable guy. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[pearce mossin]

“Not the rescuer type? Well, not everyone can be Superman, I suppose,” he grinned, not allowing himself to be coerced into being her get out of jail free card if she were to get wasted tonight. He would most likely drag her home if she fell unconscious, but otherwise he would leave her to fend by herself. He didn’t want to have to deal with the random shit she would spurt at him, especially if she started to get all touchy and wanted him to come inside her house when they got there. And doing manual labor like that was not a good idea when he would most likely be a little tipsy himself, they could die or something. So, he was only looking out for Georgia’s interest. Really. Besides, he had no desire to be thrown up on while dragging her ass home, so he would have to deny that little request of hers. He took another small gulp of his drink, laughing when she faked a moan at his words.

“Mm, well you’d be a hell of a lot less unpleasant than some old woman, but you’d still be unpleasant all the same,” he mused teasingly, nodding in agreement when she asked somewhat seriously to stop her if she got carried away with drinking, “I’ll tell you when you’ve had enough, just so you can carry yourself home.” It really was her own responsibility to watch herself, but he wouldn’t be opposed to helping her out just a bit. For today, at least. It wasn’t as if he particularly disliked her or anything, she was actually more tolerable than most, he just didn’t give out favors like that. It just wasn’t the type of guy he was, he wasn’t one for helping people out or charity work, and he knew he was selfish. But, hey, at least he admitted to his faults unlike others who thought that they were perfect Greek Gods.

“Hm, I have a few ideas, but it’d be no fun if I just told you,” he teased, actually not really having anything in particular in mind and didn’t feel like making something up he couldn’t follow through on. He didn't want to hear complaints later. Well, he supposed he would buy her all the alcohol she wanted for tonight, which should be enough for her. What else could he give her besides that? Ah, his time, now that was perfect. He grinned at his own thoughts, his lips quickly morphing into a mock pout when she mumbled that he wouldn’t be alive for very long followed by some happy statement.

“I offered to help you out and now I discover you’re plotting my own death. Perhaps I should let you pick up your own tab,” he smirked, finishing his second drink and not making a move to ask for another one just yet, “But I suppose you’re right, I will die soon. I have rotten luck and life isn’t a very long thing to begin with.” His tone was light, even while talking of death, waving the bartender over for another drink at the thought of it being his last. He was relieved when it was set down in front of him and he raised his glass a bit towards Georgia, smirking while his eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this one, it might be my last, you know? Especially with you around plotting my death,” he grinned, bringing the drink to his lips and taking a large gulp. Ah, that was delicious, but he knew he had to stop after this. He didn't need a hangover in the morning. Besides, he had other things on his agenda tonight that couldn't be accomplished while smashed.

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[georgia lewis]

The statement Pearce said about the Superman makes Georgia grinned. "Superman is not even real!"

[/color] Georgia exclaimed and giggled a little. She kinda hoped that there's a Superman though. She always find Superman hot! With those body and suits, and the power he has, and the way how Superman rescues tons of people, isn't Superman just perfect? If Superman is real, Georgia would be like the other girl who wanted to be rescued.

Georgia laughed when he said, “Hm, I have a few ideas, but it’d be no fun if I just told you,” . She shook her head since she knew how those minds think when they said they had a few ideas but didn't feel like telling. She knew for a fact that he had no ideas in mind, but well. Sometimes, things get better when we pretend to not know stuff. "Oh, c'mon Pearce.. Tell me.. You know how I hate being so curious.." Georgia begged jokingly then let out a small laugh.

Turned out that Pearce heard her mumbled. She heard what he said and pretended to be sad, "You have to promise me you won't die without me, okay? You know I can't live without you.."[/color]Georgia pouted and grinned after she finished saying that. When Georgia watched the bartender settled Pearce for another drink, Georgia's mouth was asking for it too. She watched Pearce raised her glass and Georgia gulped.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this one, it might be my last, you know? Especially with you around plotting my death,” Georgia smirked. She had another fun thing to say, "I was just joking about plotting your death.. Alright! What if... I let you live.. But you buy me another drink..?"[/color]Georgia asked. That's a .. pretty nice deal for her. Though it's not fair and Georgia's not sure that Pearce would agree to the deal.

Georgia tapped her fingers on the bar table and just wished she could get another drink. She didn't really need Pearce to pay for her third drink actually, since she had enough cash for two drinks. But since second round was on Pearce, she could still buy another drink. It would be better if Pearce buy her a third round which means that she could have 4 rounds for tonight. She looked at Pearce and waited for his response. "Just say yes, Pearce.."[/color]

Georgia decided, with or without his response, she should just order for another round. She couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to drink so badly. So she called the bartender and gave him a sign to refill her empty glass. She's feeling like doing something crazy tonight. All this talking didn't really entertain her. Maybe a little, but Georgia didn't like a little. She always wants more and apparently, nothing is ever enough for her. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[pearce mossin]

“Says you,” he shot back playfully, laughing a bit with a pleased grin painted on his lips. It would be nice if he actually existed, he’d often dreamt about such when he was younger, but he knew it could never be reality. He remembered crying when he realized that Superman didn’t exist, it was always depressing for a kid to figure out that his magical role model didn’t even exist, especially when it was someone as bad ass as Superman. And he’d only been seven at the time, so that wasn’t strange, right? He didn’t know, he would never tell anyone something that embarrassing anyways. He shook his head when she pleaded for him to tell her of his plans, not willing to say anything, especially since he didn’t have much. Besides, he knew that Georgia most likely didn’t give a damn.

“No, no. You’ll just have to wait and see,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows when she went on about how she couldn’t live without him, “That was so fake it wasn’t even amusing. Now I’m sure you’re plotting to kill me.” He let a small smirk blossom onto his lips, finding that this teasing was really getting him into a better mood than before. He’d been a bit pissed off when he’d arrived, but his anger had already been erased by this point. He mockingly shook his head in defeat when she promised she could live if he bought her around. He pretended to think about it, as if weighing the options between death and buying someone another drink. Such a tough decision to make.

“Alright, alright. I would have bought you one without death threats though,” he laughed, allowing her to wave the bartender over for another round. His glass was half full and he didn’t plan on changing that for a while. It wouldn’t do any good to drink much more, resting his face in the palm of his hands and looking at Georgia as if he was admiring her beauty, which he most certainly wasn’t. It was just all apart of their lovely flirting game. He really enjoyed flirting with her because she would understand that none of what he did was serious, but got the attention he craved. He needed this kind of attention from women, for some reason he couldn’t fathom. He didn’t want sex from them, he’d almost done it with a women once and that had been one of the most unpleasant experiences of his life. He just didn’t like it, but at the same time he wanted their eyes all over him.

“So, Miss Georgia, are you seeing anyone at the moment?” he asked playfully, a bit curious about who she was fooling around with. It was nice to know these sorts of things and while he wouldn’t go spread it around, it was nice to have knowledge like that tucked away in the back of his mind. If he needed it for later use, that is. Besides, he was curious like any other human being.

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[georgia lewis]

Georgia smirked a little when he said You'll just have to wait and see. But who cares anyway? As long as she had fun right now, it's enough for tonight. Well, except she needed more drink which she's sure Pearce would buy her another one.

And she's correct. Georgia smiled when Pearce finally agreed to buy her another drink. "Oh, thank you, Pearce..."

[/color] Georgia thanked him. This is a good thing for her. After she bought herself another drink with her own cash, she promised herself to stop and go home. No more drinks, no more flirting, just home. "You know I love you right?" Georgia added as her thank you and giggled a bit. It was easy for Georgia to say 'I love you' to random guys since she didn't really feel it so it's not a big deal. And most of the random guys didn't take it seriously either. Georgia's not saying that Pearce was the same as those random guys, but well, Pearce knew her well to know that she was only playing around. Both of them are always playing around.

Georgia heard his next question and almost choked. Seeing anyone? Well, Georgia's always seeing everyone. She never really focus on one guy and never really planned to have a serious relationship. She kinda found it ridiculous to have a boyfriend and had to stay loyal and all. She loves it when she could make out with any guys she wants to kiss. She loves it when she could flirt with some guys and just have fun. Georgia have to admit that she had a crush on a guy in her class, but she never feel like sharing it since she's not even sure with her own feelings. She didn't even bother telling her best friends.

"Me? Seeing anyone? Nahh..."[/color] Georgia answered and tried to play it cool. She hoped it didn't look weird to Pearce at all. "Oh wait a minute.. Does Pearce Mossin count?"[/color]she continued with a joke and giggled. She sipped her drink slowly to prevent it to be finished. It's silly, but she just wanted to enjoy her drink longer. She could actually just drink it in one gulp and just asked for another refill, but she had to drink wisely tonight.

"What about you, Pearce?"[/color] Georgia asked back. "Seeing any other lady aside from me?"[/color] She asked again, "Oh, if the answer is yes... You have to tell me her name so I could destroy her and make sure I have you for myself and only me!"[/color] Georgia said again and laughed. Hell, this is fun.Georgia tried to not talk for awhile to feel if her head is aching already. Sometimes she couldn't really tell whether she's drunk already or not since she acted pretty much the same way in either condition. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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