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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 25, 2017 3:21:45 GMT -5
Lyra was quiet as she considered the possibilities. She had had a few threesomes before, mostly with the help of alcohol. But there were five men sitting out there waiting for her. "All of them?" she clarified, clearly not refusing the idea just yet. Lyra laughed and stumbled into the bathroom wall.
"Before I make any decisions, I have a song to sing. Come on. What am I singing? Did I already choose? I may have forgotten." She laughed again and pulled at her friend to leave the bathroom.
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Jan 26, 2017 2:40:42 GMT -5
Vanessa gave a slightly panicked look. Really? Was that something sober Lyra would want? If so, more power to her, but Vanessa was still concerned. There was a serial killer out there, not saying it was one of the five men, but it was still a dangerous time for young women. Lyra wasn't using any common sense.
"Yes a song." she said agreeing finally, " And some coffee."
And Vanessa would see about getting the men to leave.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 26, 2017 3:19:55 GMT -5
Sober Lyra would never have considered five guys at once, not even in her pre-drunk, determined state. The alcohol was fueling her mission to prove that she was still desirable and that she didn't have a heart to give to anyone who could break it. Were she to go through with it, she would definitely regret it in the morning.
But now she wasn't worried about that. Now, she was trying to make her way up to the stage without falling over. The song the KJ chose for her was somewhat ironic, considering her current situation. The irony, however, was completely lost on the drunken blonde as she focused on the words projected onto the screen in front of her.
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Post by Vanessa VanRyan on Jan 26, 2017 3:27:26 GMT -5
Vanessa didn't know what to do, she didn't think her friend was thinking straight, and she didn't want Lyra to get hurt, but neither could she remove the men from the bar without reason. She chewed on her bottom lip trying to think of a solution.
A few minutes into Lyra's song, and the best looking man that evening walked through the doors. He was tall, blonde, impossibly handsome, with a lean muscular frame which showed through his impeccable clothing.
Vanessa smiled, "Derek."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 26, 2017 5:02:27 GMT -5
The song came to an end and the bar clapped as always. Lyra was drunk enough that she did a little curtsy at the applause and was quite certain her drunken rendition of whatever it was that she had just sang was the best possible song of the night. Alcohol was it's own form of magic. It made decent guys more attractive. Scary situations seem like no big deal. And Lyra's voice was now on par with Vanessa's.
She climbed off the stage, the KJ taking her hand as she made it down the two steps, afraid she wouldn't be able to accomplish the task on her own. It was a smart move. Lyra looked around the bar to find the group of men she'd been sitting with earlier. They were in the same place as where she left them but she felt as though they had moved. But spotting them she headed in their direction. Marcus instantly grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap and began sliding his hand up her skirt as he whispered inappropriate things into her ear.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 1:42:58 GMT -5
Vanessa just finished filling Derek in on Lyra's 'brand new attitude' when the girl reached her 'friends'.
Derek mostly didn't see it as any of his business, but at the same time Lyra had been a considerable help to Vanessa as Derek hadn't been able to keep her at his flat anymore. In an odd way, he owed her.
He moved to their table to join the rowdy bunch, "Evening gentlemen." he looked at Lyra, "Miss Newbury."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 2:03:33 GMT -5
The group of men quieted as the stranger appeared, but not Lyra. She lit up at the sight of the handsome, older man and squealed "Derek!" loud enough to make Marcus flinch and pull his head back to make some distance between her voice and his eardrums. Lyra beamed at Derek, too drunk to realize that she should introduce him to the rest of the group and the group to him. Not that she could really do the latter. She wasn't quite sure what any of their names were, except Marcus who's lap she was sitting on and who had introduced himself before Lyra got so smashed she needed help to walk from one table to the next.
"Are you going to drink with us?" Lyra asked Derek, Marcus' hand still underneath her skirt. She laughed and slapped his shoulder but he didn't stop. Marcus ignored Derek and whispered to Lyra that she should send him away. "No," she told him sternly. She liked Derek. He was nice to look at. More than nice. He was the hottest bloke in the bar, hands down, and Lyra knew that was true even before the alcohol kicked in.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 2:10:41 GMT -5
"Sure doll." he said with a casual smirk. Even if the men weren't ahead of him on drinks, he could drink all the young pups under the table, and still look classy as hell while doing it.
Of course the last thing he wanted to do was babysit Lyra and deal with five horny frat boys, but he'd been in worse situations.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 2:20:24 GMT -5
"Yeah," she cheered excitedly as Derek accepted her invitation to join them. There was a quiet yet collective groan from the rest of the group.
"Actually, this party's a little full, mate," Blaine (or Bert) said. Lyra was too busy to notice as one of the guys had pulled her away from Marcus and was kissing her again. She had no idea what to call this one, she didn't even have a first letter of his name, as she with Bryant.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 2:29:07 GMT -5
He frowned, "That's a shame..." he looked disappointed for a full minute before moving in Lyra's direction after she had finished kissing one of the men.
It was all too easy to brush her hair out of her face and trail his fingertips across the sensitive skin at her neck, he leaned in, breathing in the scent of martini and something that was uniquely Lyra.
"He says this party's a bit full, perhaps we should have our own party. What do you say doll?"
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 2:46:52 GMT -5
Unlike the men who were passing Lyra around like a joint, Derek's touch was gentle and it made her skin tingle. She let out a soft moan and smiled lazily as the warmth of his breath brushed against her ear. "Okay," she said softly as she attempted to stand up. She was too drunk to hold herself up and she fell backwards into the man's lap again. The group roared with laughter and Lyra looked around at them and pouted. She didn't know why they were laughing at her.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 2:49:22 GMT -5
Derek's arms were quick to come around her as he hauled her away from the man's lap, and away from their laughter. He lifted her high against his chest after charming her skirt to be a few inches longer so she didn't flash anyone. Then headed for the exit.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 3:00:59 GMT -5
Lyra pouted for only a few seconds before Derek whisked her away and the speed of his actions shook her from her drunken sadness. He was taking her out of the bar and the chilly night's air awakened her slightly.
She looked at him, biting her lower lip as she imagined all of the things she would let him do to her, all of the things she would do to him. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone other than the man who's name she now refused to acknowledge, she was excited and nervous about the changes. Lyra began kissing Derek's neck and she reached up and trailed her tongue along the lobe of his ear.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 3:08:49 GMT -5
Derek had no intention of sleeping with Lyra. None. But damn if what she was doing didn't feel good. Once they were out in the cold, he apparated with her to the nearest acceptable location close to the Avalon. She didn't know exactly where she was staying at the moment, and while he could get the answer simple enough from the carriage driver he sent her home with the other day, he wanted to spare her the humiliation of her intoxication.
He set her down gently, but kept her upright as he walked into the hotel and got them a room for the evening, attempting to dissuade her actions along the way.
When he was finally in the hotel room with her he was mightily frustrated and in need of a drink.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 3:20:31 GMT -5
Lyra was unaware that Derek was attempting to halt her advances. She thought he was being playful with her and she giggled and let her lips drag across his exposed skin. When they finally made it up to the hotel room Lyra couldn't wait any longer. She had waited all night.
As his back was turned toward the bar cart, Lyra slipped off her dress. She was left in her heels and a matching set of lace undergarments. She stared at his ass and bit her lip in approval as she waited for him to turn around and notice her.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 3:25:22 GMT -5
Derek turned toward the bar cart simply to be met with the physical perfection of a teenage girl much too young for him. He groaned. The gods were testing him.
"Nightcap?" he asked dryly moving past her toward the bar cart pouring a generous amount of some amber liquid that burned going down.
He poured another glass and took that as well.
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 3:34:24 GMT -5
"I had something else in mind," she cooed as she walked closer to him. She stood before him, running her hand over his chest and feeling the muscles beneath his shirt before her hands slipped lower and she began to unfasten his pants as she made seductive eyes at him.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 3:39:23 GMT -5
"Woah, okay..." he took a deep calming breath and stilled her hands on his pants. Jesus the little minx was fast. It was a tempting offer to be sure, but he was also pretty sure Vanessa would kill him. Diana would frown at him. Christian would never let him live it down. And he'd feel somewhat like a dirty old man.
"Easy love...that's not happening tonight."
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Post by Lyra Newbury on Jan 30, 2017 3:51:17 GMT -5
She wasn't deterred by his hands on hers. She misread all the signals to stop and in her drunken state she continued to think this was all part of the game. Why else would he have taken her from the bar and brought her to a hotel room. He was older, which meant he was classier. He wasn't going to f*ck her in the alleyway like the blokes from the bar. This was the Avalon. This was the epitome of classy one night stands.
"Don't worry, there will still be plenty for tomorrow, too." She pressed her body up against his and and reached up to whisper in his ear, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to her.
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Post by Derek Burke on Jan 30, 2017 12:11:14 GMT -5
Derek had a thing about drunk women. There was a line he wouldn't cross. He was pretty sure Lyra couldn't even remember her own name at this point.
"Boy are you going to have a headache in the morning." he chuckled softly.
"Why don't you go lay down in bed, I'll be in, in a minute." though he hoped she would fall asleep before then.
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