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Post by matty olson on Jun 17, 2011 20:51:11 GMT -5
the smile masked across his face was far brighter than any one he could recall, something strange when in the presence of celia serrano. their relationship had grown distant during the months since their last meeting, not truly being close for about a year or more. in truth, matty had sort of forced himself to attend tonight’s meeting, finding comfort in his avoidance of the short-statured blonde. however, once she was in his presence and he was reminded of all the things he'd maybe once loved about her; he immediately felt guilt upon ignoring her phone calls so feverently. matty had been lying when he said he'd called celia. anyone who went through his contacts list would see that he'd deleted her phone number long ago, making it virtually impossible for him to contact her if need be. his nervousness and insecurity when it came to her was almost unbearable and so different from the way she clearly felt; watching her in the moment, as she danced in the crowd with such free inhibition he was struck with awe and envy. he didn't mind dancing on the regular, but dancing with celia was honestly a road he did not want to travel down so instead he'd merely mad his home at the bar for the past two hours drinking vodka and red bulls like they were going out of style. honestly; he would have rather been anywhere else.
normally a fan of the club, the music, the lights, and the woman- it just didn't fit his mood on this night. he would have much rather been back at his hotel room- the one that he'd more than likely share with celia considering the chore to book her a second had slipped his mind, watching a movie and ordering room service. he'd heard a rumor that his hotel had a heated pool- maybe they could hit that up later. however, celia had gotten off her flight racing around as if she'd taken a mouthful of adderall and a clear idea of what she wanted to do while in amsterdam. felice had to work, and he felt the need to oblige his old friend. thus, he tagged along with a forced and fake smile that appeared incredibly convincing every time she peeked over and he gave her a reassuring wave. however, it was getting late and soon the bars would be closed; and he couldn't wait for this to happen more quickly. in all honesty, he was just too, too drunk for this sort of thing. as if his prayers were answered, the bartender uttered some dutch phrase he'd associated with last call, and he finished the last of his drink with haste. when he stood up, he had an awkward sort of wabble to his step that he found incredibly amusing and unsettling at the same time. to become this intoxicated certainly had not been an intention- but it was what it was.
his feet spoke for his mind over his words as they led him across the dance floor which had cleared out from even five minutes ago. he wished he would have brought his watch, his cell phone- anything to tell the time, but he'd made a mental note to leave such valuables at home when in another country. finding celia, he quickly placed a hand on he back, leaning up to he ear to shout over the mess. "time to go!" he stated, voice dripping with excitement and scooting her out of the club. once on the street, he laced his fingers with hers leading her around the town and back to his hotel with practiced knowledge. he'd taken extra special care to not loose track of the girl, feeling responsible for her well being while she was in his presence. the night's air was cool, but his face was flush from the heat of the club. "and thank fucking god, i couldn't stand the set that dj was playing!" he further exclaimed, giving her shoulder a playful squeeze. "but i'm glad you had fun. now we can go relax in wet blanket land where i belong" he finished a little too happily.
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Post by celia serrano on Jun 18, 2011 9:13:29 GMT -5
 ---THE petite blonde had spent a large amount of time getting ready, in hopes of attracting some attention of a few select members of the opposite sex that night. It were functions such as these that Celia enjoyed partaking in. Through-out her childhood she had dreamed of living like the people on the upper-east side, with their galas and grand parties. She enjoyed the materialistic view of things, intrigued by the drama and the catty ways of it all. It was a place that a girl like Celia belonged, all dolled up and beautiful. She left her apartment that night, excited and looking flawless. Her bright blue eyes were alight with happiness. She wasn't stupid when she came to boys. Celia knew how they worked and how they thought. She wasn't the type to be consistently confused over why they didn't call her back or why they didn't like her. None of this stuff really mattered much to her. If they wanted to stick around, they would - and if not? Well, she didn't blame them for that either. Boys were trivial and fickle, much like herself. Celia had quite a healthy mindset when it came to men. If one didn't like her, then she knew of three others that would. If there was one good quality about the abrasive blonde, it was that she never let the opinions of others bother her. Celia was happy to be who she was, regardless of some outward pressure.
---DANCING was a decent outlet for not letting liquor rage too freely over her body. Three glasses of wine were running through her system before she had left the house had fixed the girl with a slight giggle and a flushed face. She could keep herself under control, and her walk was straight. Celia was a bit jittery when Matty picked her up, but as soon as they reached their destination, she was keeping herself together nicely. A few more glasses inside the party had not done her any favors, and she strayed freely from her date, glancing over every once and a while to ensure he was still there. She could not pin point him exactly, and he was a bit more difficult to figure out than the normal man of his age. Celia paid no mind to it, however and carried on with her charm and charisma, flirting, dancing and drinking until it became far too late. Her elbow felt the warmth of his touch as he tugged her in the direct of the door. She muttered something to the boy she had been carrying on her conversation with and followed her old friend, wrapping her arm around his waist. Not entirely sure if she just wanted to touch him or if she actually needed some support, thanks to the liquor that pounded through her veins.
---HER silky blonde head turned in his direction as Matty spoke, and light blue eyes rolled slightly. This was probably a bit typical, but she didn't pay it any mind. Her gaze was thick with fog, the night air feeling lovely against the surface of her skin. "You don't like to party, love?" She said, her face donning an exaggerated pout. Her fingers gave his a little squeeze, and a slight giggle left her lips, her body jerking slightly into his as they walked. "Whoops, sorry boo. I didn't see you there. " Still in a bit of a flirtatious mood, she was apt to make a fool of herself in this situation if she didn't smarten up. Celia was unsure of both of their statues when it came to partners, but she didn't really feel like asking Matthew, in case she heard something that she didn't want to hear. For now, she liked the feel of his hand in hers. She understood enough about what she was feeling to label it as lust, and not as romance. "Where are you taking meeee?"
---STATUS finished.
---OUTFIT click
---MUSIC boats and birds - gregory and the hawk
---NOTES nooo, it's wonderful & il them.
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matty olson
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Post by matty olson on Jun 18, 2011 15:26:05 GMT -5
he often found his and celia's relationship trying, just as much now as he did in the past. the two had gotten along remarkably well and always had. this was a lot more complicated than one would initially think. while the both of them were generally charismatic and sociable people, they also had incredibly annoying tendencies that made them equally trying to be around. they'd met at a music festival about two years ago and immediately hit it off; which was a little embarrassing because they were both on dates at the time, his setting up his best friend with celia. needless to say, the only two people who walked out of the situation with a date for the next night was celia and matty. admittedly, however; he and celia had crossed paths at a very strange time in his life. after only just graduating high school (a little tardy, but it's the destination and not the journey) and six months off his back in a healthy fashion, he was incredibly awkward and a completely different person than he was today.
the changes in matty had been abrupt and severe, and were still happening each and everyday inside his body. he was maturing at an extremely fast pace, as if cramming the last six years of his life into a much shorter amount of time. while today, standing before celia he appeared and was happy, satisfied, and relatively confident the one she'd fallen in like with all those months ago had been socially awkward, depressed, and insecure. however she didn't seem to notice and if she did, she never let it on and they hung until shortly after they slept together which had been something of a mistake. for one the event had been a little unprecedented; they were both absolutely wasted, and celia had essentially pounced on him like the scared and timid prey that he was. the entire thing had been a truly mortifying experience on matty's part- mostly because it'd for one, been his first time and that was weird enough considering celia was two years younger than him and also because he sort of considered himself disfigured and no woman until that point other than his mother and sister had seen him naked. he found it tragic.
celia's hand in his own brought him down a trail of nostalgia he could not resist, nor did he want to. her fingers were comfortable and warm, but he kept their pace fast. her weight against his proved to be all-telling; she was just as fucked up as he was, and the last place he wanted to be in that situation was on the street. "back to my hotel room." he stated in a frenzy to keep the proper pace and not trip his old friend up on her heals. all of a sudden he stopped, rather abruptly and had to swing his weight to the right quickly to keep celia from falling. and then he laughed, because he was a freak of nature and this was the kind of shit he did all the time, before quickly following up with "nothing promiscuous, we can do whatever you want. watch movies or something, have a few more drinks, take a nap which is my personal favorite!" he flashed her an award winning smile and a kiss on the cheek. he was thankful that it wasn't too far of a walk up the road; only a minute more and they'd be indoors, and a few steps more than that inside his room where he could kick up his feet and relax. his vigorous schedule had finally started to catch up with him but he was trying to keep a positive attitude.
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