Indiestars-rp - Uncharted Constellations

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“I prefer your mouth closed,” Luke rolled off his tongue in indifference. It wasn’t a secret that Luke wasn’t the most progressive thinking when it came to women, but he what he lacked in nuisance he made up in treatment. In the same way he thought of women traditionally, he understood his role as a man traditionally as well. He only nodded, reaching besides here and purposely brushing his hands against her bare thigh to get passenger door holder. “Uppers, downers… I know a guy.” He let the small cigar holder he was reaching for fall into Lia’s lap before starting up the road. “And what am I supposed to think? You listen to hardcore  rap or punk?”

“But there’s no fun in that,” she pouted, rolling her eyes. Slowly realizing it was gonna be a bigger effort on her part to get what she wanted. Luckily for her she was able to play up the innocent but not so innocent card well, in more ways than one. Knowing that different guys wanted different things, she learned ways to adapt to the different types of people. Watching his hand move across her thigh, the slight brush bringing a small warmth to her. Inspecting the case that was placed on her lap for a moment, “I know a few guys, don’t like keeping all my business in one place,” she shrugged, popping it open and a smile tugging to her lips. “The All American has a dirty little secret, love to see it,” Before finally going to her phone and clicking shuffle play on her playlist, “I listen to a little bit of everything honestly, but certain artists I only prefer few or limited songs,”

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“Nervous.” Vanessa repeated, allowing herself to try and gauge where Dallas was at. She paused, taking a moment to be a little more thoughtful in her comments, one of the notable things people differed from Vanessa and her more impulsive classmates. “I can’t imagine you’d be nervous, the entire town practically has your back and support, but I’m sure that kind of pressure can be intense…”  

And it was that small chuckle that sent Vanessa’s eyes fluttering. Everything about exuded confidence from his laughter, the base in his voice, the relaxation in his walk––not that she spent time watching him or anything. Maybe day dreaming about what’d she say if he bumped into her, asked her the time of day, or something caused their hands to brush against each other. Of course nothing that she’d say out loud, she had enough friends with eyes on Dallas that she knew she’d never win, so instead, Vanessa would milk this for all she had or (as she assumes will happen) until he got bored of her.

Vanessa’s attention perked, finally matching Dallas’ hues. Her bright hazel eyes looking up to try and force herself not to read too much into such a simple question. “Um, I hadn’t planned on it?” He was probably just curious. Most people go to the games anyway; the team was the town’s glory after all. Plus her friends usually ditched her after the games for personal time with players, and nothing looked worse than being alone on a Friday night around Guelph. Dallas probably didn’t care if she would one way or another, just making conversation. “Probably not. I heard it was sold out already,” she added, trying to sound indifferent about it. 

Dallas watched the gears turn in her head, an amused smile lingering on his face. “Yes nervous. Everyone’s watching my every move when I’m on the ice, expecting great things from me. Even on my off days, it gets draining sometimes,” he finished with a soft sigh, not sure why he was spilling his heart to her. Maybe it was the alcohol in his bloodstream, or simply because she brought something out in him that just made him comfortable. Either way he was grateful for it.

Dallas had noticed her more than once, the way her eyes twinkled when she’d laugh at something her friends say. Or the little taps of her fingers and far off look in her coffee colored eyes. She wasn’t one to be the center of attention, leaving her friends to go with who they may and Vanessa left behind. There was something enthralling about the girl willing to let everyone else shine around her, and he wanted more chances to get to know more about her.

There was a noticeable dimming in Dallas’ eyes as she spoke. A soft nod as she spoke, he had noticed her at few and far in between games. But he always played a little bit better knowing she was watching him, maybe trying to show off a little bit or maybe that comfortability he felt tonight, traveled to the ice. “I think I may know someone who could squeeze you a ticket,” he joked laughing lightly, “for real, I want you to come, see us kick ass in the semi-finals,”

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to some extent, though he’d never completely admit it, angel loves hearing himself talk. so the fact that she humors him, acts even the least bit interested in his tales of an inner-city hippie make him like her, just that much more. she didn’t yet fully embody the pompous air that surrounds them, it doesn’t emanate from her and stink up the room like that old lady white diamond perfume that doesn’t come out of this shirt post-shift no matter how many times he runs it through the wash. unlike her man, who in his opinion was too far gone, there was something about her that was still real.  

“course not” he chuckles, suspects that she’s been cute all her life. one of those girls that somehow evades the awkward pre-pubescent phase. but he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t get a kick out of a picture with braces, or dorky glasses, or her rocking a pair of brightly colored skinny jeans with converse all the way up to the knees. but maybe they’d save the embarrassing photo exchange for the next time her boyfriend fiancé stands her up at his own restaurant. 

his grin grows twice the size as her story continues, and he tries to paint the picture for himself, poofy princess dress and all. has only ever seen that kind of thing on tv, where girls get dressed up and basically compete to be the prettiest. “oooh, not the carebears” he doesn’t try to the stifle the laugh that bursts as her story concludes, even claps a little, surprised at the commitment. “well at least you kept it going. my ass would’ve been off the stage asap. but i think it’s cool you used to tumble. i’ve always wanted to know how–could probably use it in some of my dances and shit. …think you could–?” before he can get the words out the air changes, dishes clank faster, conversations lull, eyes point in a certain direction. he looks up to see him approaching, cutting their fun short, bringing him back to reality–just a little. 

“sweetheart–” the boss man greets his lady divine, placing a chaste kiss against her cheek. “my meeting with the gentlemen that own the space on king street ran late, but we’re in talks to break ground for a separate location by june” his breath smells like whiskey, they went out for drinks after in celebration but he neglects that minor tidbit. it’s just then that he just barely acknowledges angel’s presence, sends a dismissive glare in his direction, and as quickly as he appeared, angel waves a small goodbye to miss amelia. 

A small part of Amelia had missed this, just a light hearted conversation and laughs. No mention of business or wealth, instead swapping childhood stories. It was refreshing, a change of pace from what she had become accustomed to. And watching Angel talk so animated, not caring how he looked or sounded, she missed it even more. For a while she was used to that, just being open and honest. Never worrying about what people thought or how they reacted to what she had to say. Lia was always the girl who spoke first, and thought second, it was her norm. But after a few years in the big leagues, she had lost her touch and became more self aware of her words.

“It would’ve been ridiculous, I learned the ways of curling irons and straighteners at a young age. Also learned straighteners didn’t work on sexuality at a quick age as well,” she joked, and a small laugh bubbled from her. But the fashion choices she made didn’t get all to grand until middle school, and even then they weren’t exactly the fashion trends of the time but at least she was matching the colors finally.

A grimace appeared on her face as she laughed, the image clear as day in her head. Lia was pretty positive her mom had a video somewhere of the tragic event, but she also couldn’t remember the last time she spoke to her mom. “It was,” a pause as the thought of the right adjective. “Embarrassing, but also taught me at a young age that I was able to just push through I guess,” Nodding along with the his statement, “I would-“ began to leave her lips before she felt the atmosphere thicken around her. The dinging of dishes being cleared faster, a slight squeaking from the cleaning rags on the glasses at the bar, and a sigh from her lips as her conversation was ended and the explanation she’s heard over and over ready to hit her ears.

A soft smile on her lips as he pecked her cheek, turning her attention from the man in front of her and turning towards the man on her side. “I’m glad you guys have finally figured that plan out, it seemed like it was never ending. Hopefully the blueprints and planning will go smoothly,” ignoring the notes of whiskey hitting her senses, and trying to relax into his presence. The wannabe heiress in Lia coming out to play once more, and only a flicker in her stature as Angel walked away from the couple.

CRUEL INTENTIONS 1999 | dir. Roger Kumble

sixteen candles (1984) dir. john hughes 

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