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[asher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 980 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. "yes love, strap up." asher coaxed as he watched kennedy climb into her car seat, pulling the straps of the contraption together so that asher could fasten them tightly. kennedy knew how to fasten the straps herself but it often too far too long and tested asher's patience when they were crunched for time in the early morning. he was a good father, honestly he was, but sometimes asher just couldn't drum up the patience to wait for kennedy to do the thing by herself. most often times he would give her a pat on the head, praise her for trying, and just finish it himself. did he believe that in that moment he was emotionally stunting his daughter> um, no. at the moment he was concerned with getting her to preschool at a proper hour. asher wasn't the type to see his every move in some kind of horrible future retrospect. not allowing his daughter to fasten her own seatbelt did not mean that in the future she was going to belittle herself and form a relationship with a man who was going to beat her. she wouldn't look up at the ceiling as it spun around her, one of her eyes swelling shut and say 'damn, if only my father had let me fasten my own seat belt'. frankly, it was all preposterous to assume in the first place. asher would never let someone so vile near his daughter. asher himself might not be the greatest role model for such things but when it came to women he did respect them, he just didn't trust them long enough to keep them around. besides, taking the job over from kennedy gave her incentive to try harder and do better the next time. if the need to rush hadn't been so prevalent then he would have given her all the time in the world to complete the task and would have still given her the proper praise. right now his biggest concern was getting her to the preschool before that stuffy old bat looked down her nose at him once again. asher wasn't quite able to put his finger on why the cow didn't fancy him in the slightest. maybe it was his smirk, or maybe it was the way he flirted with her employees, he really wasn't sure. "that's a good girl." he said gently, smiling down at kennedy and giving her a peck on the forehead as he closed the clasps together, making sure they were good and secure. "fingers and toes in the car please." he reminded as he stepped back, watching as kennedy pulled her right arm and leg over to the left, giving him ample room. he's made the mistake of banging a finger or a leg once in a while. he was a single father, he was honestly doing the best he could. of course the single father bit could only get him so far in life but after one too many accidents both he and kennedy had learned ways to avoid them. once he was sure all limbs were tucked away from the door, asher pushed it closed and walked around the car to the driver's seat. to some asher might seem like a failure as a father but really, all the man ever tried to do was make that little girl happy. nobody was a saint. no one was going to go through life making all the right choices and saying all the right things. one day they were going to screw up. asher was unpracticed and he wasn't much of a fatherly figure in the first place so he was doing his job and he was going to do it to the best of his ability but there was likely to always be mistakes somewhere in the mix. someday he would leave scissors around and kennedy would be missing a sizable chunk of hair for her first school picture or something else ridiculous but one could never say that the needs of that little girl weren't met. she was fed, clothed, and loved beyond a shadow of a doubt. from what asher could tell he was giving his daughter something to complain to the therapist about down the road and for those who never imagined their kids needing a therapist because they made their kid's lives so grand, they were sorely mistaken. at least asher lived in the realm of reality here. as per usual asher got his daily glare from the pudgy woman who ran the daycare, making an attempt at shooing him away the moment he'd given kennedy a kiss on her forehead and put her captain america lunch box in her hand. kennedy had picked it out, but asher couldn't deny her style. "bye love." he said with a smile, waiting for her to turn around and dash into the building before he turned back to his car. once in he drove off in search of caffeine. asher didn't mind coffe, though he came from a stereotypical tea country, but when a majority of his time was spent up and on the go, he needed something to keep his eyes from drifting shut. he hit the starbucks down the street, parking and heading into the building. the line was short and a black coffee quickly found his possession as asher found an empty couch-like seat by the window, pulling a script out of the messenger bag that hardly left his side. he chuckled quietly as he attempted to read around the colorful scribbles on the title page of the script he was holding. kennedy had obviously mistaken his script as scrap paper and had proceeded to scribble away but it made him smile as he turned the page and began to read, getting serious as he took a sip of his coffee, his eyes trained to the paper. created by ADE! 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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD Tag: Asher R./ Maggie ! The Words: 1200 something >,> The Outfit: SOON The Notes UNF JOMO. Bianca hadn’t been giving herself much credit these days. In fact, she had done just about everything in the book to keep herself from being happy because being hard on herself was the only way she knew how to carry on. And this didn’t just pertain to her love life, no. Bianca Tanner pushed herself with everything. Work, sports, friends. Well, no. Not friends. Those came easy to her and she didn’t fight to keep any of them nor did she fight to get rid of them. She welcomed everyone as a friend with open arms, but when it came to men, she managed to push away any of them who had even the least bit interest in her beyond sex. Maybe that’s just where her love life ended: unfinished. Maybe there was some bigger force out there telling her she was meant to be an independent woman who didn’t need a man to keep her happy. She could keep herself happy on her own. She had an amazing job, amazing friends and an amazing personality. Did she need to have someone to share it all with? Maybe not…she just really wanted it. At least she thought she did. Or maybe whatever force this was…universe, destiny, calling could be telling her she was meant for anything but love. That she had a very busy life ahead of her to worry about a man slowing her down. Bianca had once again pushed away an amazing man from her life and it got her thinking that she should focus on everything but relationships for a while just to try out the feeling of not wanting anyone, considering that’s what she’d been doing for awhile now even though she never admitted it. She was officially going to forget about it all, she told herself ready to just focus on what really mattered…her career, the rest of her life that didn’t involve emotional relations with another man. The only problem for her was making sure she didn’t get attached like she usually did. It was funny to think that she had commitment issues while at the same time, she was easily attached. How that worked out, she didn’t know. We’re back to just assuming she tortures herself and forces herself to not like the guys that she’s into. It was over now (or so she thinks). Career, friends, life, bed buddies. There should be nothing else for her to look forward to. Oh! And her decision to adopt. It wasn’t out of nowhere. Bianca’s wanted a child for a while now. In fact, every time she fell in love, she always dreamed of holding on and building a home with a kid or two involved. It just never happened. With the idea that she was probably going to be alone, she decided maybe it would be nice to have a child to share her happiness, life and wealth with instead of a guy. She had to think about it more, though. She was sure she wanted one, but her friends had reminded her it wasn’t as easy as just wanting one and raising him or her. She would have to drop a lot of childish habits of her own before she raised a child herself. ”Oh my goodness, it’s Bianca Tanner.” B hadn’t even fully entered the coffee place when most eyes fell on her. She remembered why she didn’t go out to shops and grab herself anything. With the fame came the inability to walk around her own home without getting all this attention. B didn’t even think she was as good as people gave her credit for. She admitted she was hot and that’s how she managed to get the roles she did. Her hyper personality would explain her landing a role as an animated character and her ability to do professional stunts with her eyes closed helped her out a lot as well. ”Grande White Iced Mocha and a brownie.” She finally ordered after greeting the baristas kindly. She was told that her order was “on the house.” This wasn’t the first time Bianca had ordered from this coffee place. Usually, she had someone else get it for her if she really needed it or she had some sort of a disguise. She’d been in LA for a while now and all this attention was new to her since no one really cared who she was a few months ago. Bianca’s modesty didn’t let her accept the kind gesture. ”Oh! No no, I insist.” If they let her get away with it now, she would probably expect free coffee whenever she came in here and that wouldn’t be good. Besides, it wasn’t fair to rest of the people here, considering they all paid for their coffee and they were people too, just like her. She didn’t see herself as above anyone, if at all at the same level. A huge reason she was friendly with everyone was because she didn’t do well with enemies. She didn’t take insults well. One person thinking she was a “worthless slut” had her actually believing it, even though she was technically on top of the world—or at least she felt like it since she was so rich and famous. It didn’t mean anything when she knew there were a few people who’d love to see her fail, crash and fall at some point. Whatever she did for a living didn’t change how she felt about herself. She could be the President of the country and still feel like shit if there were even a few people who had a problem with her. BUT that wasn’t the point. I don’t know what the point is anymore, actually. Bianca paid for her mocha and then turned around to look around the coffee house, putting her card and recipe inside her purse while she waited for her drink. Her gaze scanned the area and then landed on the man by the floor to ceiling window. His head was lowered, his face not facing her own, but she recognized him immediately. His was a face hard to forget. Bianca leaned back against the counter, not for a moment feeling like maybe she was invading whatever privacy he needed by just watching him. It was a little stalkerish, but it was hard to look away. She hadn’t seen this man in a long time. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to keep in touch, she just felt like he got whatever he wanted from her and he didn’t feel the need to call her again, even though he knew her number…unless she had trashed it. Maybe there wasn’t any reason to gawk at the handsome man when he didn’t even bother calling her after they slept together. ”White Iced Mocha for Miss Bianca Tanner!” Bianca turned around and smiled at the barista who set the coffee on the counter. Picking it up, she headed towards the door, but decided against walking out. Instead, she made a turn before she could leave and headed towards the man, sitting down across from him quietly before she let her drink and brownie on the table beside her. She didn’t know what to say to him, really. She wasn’t going to get on his case about not calling her. Why she had sat down, she had no clue. This man was like a magnet, apparently. She at least hoped he remembered her. It’d be a little sad if he didn’t. But would she get on his case about that? Probably not. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[asher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 850 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. asher knew what worked for him and what didn't. there was a reason why only three women were allowed to be constants in his life and that was because they were relatives. asher had no plans on changing those statistics any time soon. why? he'd gotten himself into enough trouble with women. asher was a playboy, a philanderer to say the least. he enjoyed the company of women but as far as actually getting to know them, or hell even giving them a call a week or so later, he was less than skilled. there was a constant cycling of new women for a reason and that was so he wouldn't get attached. attachment wasn't even the entire issue, crazy fucking broads was the issue. that was the unfortunate circumstance to which kennedy came about. asher had been just going about his life, doing his usual business of bedding anyone he found attractive who was willing, when he came across a woman who seemed a little too eager about who he was. she didn’t seem to give two shits about the charm or the smirk but she was dead set on bedding him and asher just couldn't have been bothered to care. when it came down to it the mother of his child had been nothing to him but just your ordinary lay. kennedy had not been conceived through love or any of that romantic bullshit. her parents hadn't even been dating. it was a one-time random hook up that should have ended at the moment asher escorted the woman down the hall to the elevator of his penthouse. did it? of course not. that would be too easy. after a few months asher was greeted by the woman at the front door of his hotel, held back by doormen as she screamed at him about his child. asher had escorted her up to his penthouse merely to keep the scene off the streets and the woman had proceeded to tell him about how they had conceived a beautiful little life and how she'd come about it. she'd told him of the sabotage of the condom and how it was meant to be. asher knew then and there that the woman was insane and that, if it was true, he had to do what he could to get custody of the child. so he played nice. he went to the doctor's appointments and he smiled along with her when the paternity results came back in his favor. secretly he'd drummed up the papers and the moment that little girl was born he'd put them in her hands, making sure that his own private security guarded his child as he waited for his court date. needless so say asher could provide everything for kennedy and the woman had been found to be unfit but it was a traumatizing experience for him nonetheless. any trust that he'd had with women had gone out the door. no more dating, no more seeing women on more than one occasion, he had the one woman in his life that he truly needed and that would be enough for him. from that point on he became somewhat of a cold lover. of course he was involved and he performed to the best of his ability but afterwards he escorted a woman out or, if she'd fallen asleep on him, got as far away from the bed as possible. it wasn't such a bad trade off, asher did some of his best work in the wee midnight hours. sure it was inconvenient but it was better than the alternative which was nothing short of chastity. asher was no saint and he was certainly not a abstinent man. never would be. he was paying very little attention to his surroundings, very little in fact as a familiar name didn't even strike a chord in his brain and cause him to look up. instead it took the sound of someone sitting in the chair before him for him to look up into those familiar blue eyes. a smirk formed on his lips as asher sat back in his chair, laying the script down on his lap as he relaxed back into the chair. "'ello love." the tone in his voice insinuating all that he'd seen from her before as he reached over to his coffee and took a sip. "well if it isn't miss bianca tanner." his british accent stuck out like a sore thumb as he spoke but asher didn't care. he was proud of where he'd come from. he liked being different. not only that but the accent worked wonders on his panty-dropping abilities. something about an accent just always seemed to work with most women to the point where asher hardly had to do any work. "fancy seeing you here." asher cozied himself up in the chair, crossing his ankle on his knee, creating a wide space between his legs and a total air of confidence. "come for a little fix?" he asked as he gestured to her coffee, "or did you just miss me terribly." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD Tag: Asher R./ Maggie ! The Words: 540 The Outfit: HERE The Notes UNF JOMO. Bianca noticed that the man seemed focused with the batch of papers in front of him and may not have even noticed if she came in and then left without a word. The sound of his voice, the sharpness of the look in his eyes and the impact of the smirk on his face had her realizing that maybe she really should have sneaked out as if she had not laid eyes on him. He was beautiful; there was no doubt about it. She slowly moved her upper body to lean away about the same time he leaned back in his own seat. She did not keep herself from smiling back when his attention was removed from his papers to her. Of course, she couldn’t manage a sly smirk like his own, but she mirrored it the best she could. ”Hi,” Bianca finally greeted him back before listening to him speak her name in that familiar—sadly not familiar enough—British accent. It made her blush a little as she removed her gaze from his face to the mocha beside her before she lifted the large cup and sucked through the straw just a couple sips as if to buy herself time to regain her composure and actually think of something to say back to him. ”The one and only.” Lame. On top of making her melt with that voice, he managed to shut her up completely. And you would think that it was just American girls who were fond of the accent, but as a traveler who went to Europe every summer since she was little, it was a little surprising to see how much of an effect an English accent had on her. Maybe it wasn’t the accent, then. It could be something else. Looking him over once, she realized it was the whole package. ”Fancy seeing you here.” Aha, okay. It was definitely the accent. ”Likewise, Asher. What’s it been, a month?” No, she wasn’t counting. It just wasn’t hard to calculate the last time she’d seen him. ”I’m here for the ‘fix’, I actually forgot all about you.” The way she spoke with her chin up could easily give away her bogusness. Bianca Tanner was the worst liar ever. She really did come here for the coffee and she stayed for him. Did she miss him? Sure. Terribly? No. Will she admit it? Ha. No. Either way, she wasn’t following him. If she were, he would’ve realized it weeks ago…not that she’d ever done it before. ”What are you working on?” She asked suddenly as if to save herself the embarrassment of being put on the spot when she wasn’t prepared. She didn’t know what she’d be put on the spot for her, but you never know. The look on his face did wonders to her; she didn’t want to imagine what words did. Worst part about it all was that she felt that way about just about any hot guy these days that had even the least bit of experience with charming girls out of their pants. She could count the names of men—and women—with two hands in five seconds…maybe even in less time; it wasn’t that hard. Bianca was an easy girl. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[asher]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 670 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. next one will be better she could have easily left and asher would have been none the wiser. he wasn't known for necessarily being a man on the prowl. he liked his women sure but most of the time those women were coming to him. bianca was guilty of it. she'd seen him somewhere, asher couldn't een remember, and had approached him, talking to him, trying to get to know him. she'd done it yet again today. she could have easily left the store and asher would have continued to read his script, making little notes in the margins while he sipped away at his coffee. but he was glad she had't. it had been a while since asher had come across bianca and though he didn't let any women in, she had certainly made an impression. it was hard not to with her pixie-esque features and her never ending smile. the woman seemed to not have a care in the world and he'd enjoyed that. he'd also enjoyed that when the moment came to toss her out, politely of course, she had not only understood but played it off like it was her idea. adorable. but asher only had room for one adorable woman in his life which was why bianca hadn't stayed around longer. it wasn't an option and asher wasn't looking to make it one. they'd had their fun and usually that was where it ended, one time and done. of course exceptions could always be made and for bianca he was pretty willing to make one. one more time, that would be all he could spare for her. otherwise he couldn't risk something coming of them being physical. he couldn't deal with another woman like kennedy's mother and though bianca looked like she had her head on her shoulders, he never wanted to risk that kind of situation again. call him paranoid but women didn't make their way into his bed more than once for that very reason. did he feel deprived? nope. not at all. ”the one and only.” asher gave her a look of you can do better after she'd finally managed to speak up. he wasn't impressed in the slightest. usually she was better at brushing off moments like these, or maybe he had her confused with someone who had a little better of an acting background. maybe her ability to act just didn't translate into real life situations. either way, he didn't really show all that much as to whether or not he had a vested interest in the whole matter. instead he took yet another small sip of his coffee, looking at her from above the rim of his cup. ”likewise, asher. what’s it been, a month?” he shrugged when she posed the question at him. honestly he didn't know. between the time they had been together and now there had been a multitude of other women. to say that he could peg each and every one of them and how long it had been since he'd last seen them in a carnal manner, well it certainly wouldn't be easy. after a few years asher had stopped trying. after kennedy he'd stopped caring. "could have been. you would know better than i love." ”i’m here for the ‘fix’, i actually forgot all about you.” asher feigned a look of hurt, rubbing his thumb in a circle in the approximate place his heart lay. "ouch darling, that one stings a little." he slid his script back into his bag with ease, playing it off like it didn't matter, her presence taking over as the one thing that mattered in this moment. the charm was kicking itself into high gear needless to say. "nothing of importance, especially now that you're here." he gave her a flash of his brilliant smirk, his lids lowering as he appreciated the sight before him. "and how have you been? getting into trouble like the naughty girl i remember you to be?' created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD Tag: Asher R./ Maggie ! The Words: idk The Outfit: HERE The Notes omg that sucked, i'm sorry. It was true that Bianca could have easily left. Asher here didn’t invite her own and he sure as well wasn’t asking her to stay. She didn’t have to. And it was true that she could’ve left, but she didn’t want to. Like I said, she didn’t have to stay either, but no way in hell was she leaving until she got what she suddenly wanted from now. No, Bianca wouldn’t demand it right this instant, but she wanted some sort of confirmation that she would see him again today…or soon. He didn’t say no last time and she had no reason to believe he wouldn’t say yes this time too. What guy would? Of course, she didn’t know his story at all. There could have been many reasons he would say no to someone as willing as Bianca Tanner. Maybe he was taken now? He hadn’t exactly gawked at her like most men did. She was used to being checked out as if she were a piece of meat, but he didn’t do that. Maybe he was gay. Oh god, please don’t be gay. Bianca found herself fully agreeing with his you can do better look, because she knew she could. For someone who was really talkative, you would think she’d have a way with words, but she was at a loss right now. And the shocking part about this whole thing was that this idiot wasn’t even trying. All he’d done is casually smile and greet her. Only problem was that it was only casual to him. When Asher lifted his coffee again, she did the same with her mocha for a small sip. ”Could have been. You would know better than I, love.” His word rang in her ears and they got her thinking more than she normally would about a simple comment like that. Could have been? Did he sleep with that many women that he would forget the time span between it all? Well, she couldn’t put him on the spot for it. Not even in her head. Before Dale, Bianca was ten times worse than she is now. In fact, it had ended up at a point where she wouldn’t even remember the faces of men she’d slept with only a week ago. If he claims she would know better than him, maybe things were looking up for her. She couldn’t say anything back to that, though. She was almost certain that it was a month ago. When he rubbed his chest, Bianca couldn’t help but smile at his dramatic reaction. ”Ohhh, I’m sure you’ve forgotten all about lil’ ol’ me.” She waved a hand dismissively. Just when she thought she actually had to throw herself at him, he checked her out. It was subtle, but it was all she needed to assure to herself that he wasn’t taken, or god forbid: gay. When he continued to speak to her, Bianca’s first response was a grin. He remembered her to be naughty? Well, she’ll take it. From what she remembered from her semi-drunken night with this man, she was pretty naughty. ”Believe it or not, trouble hasn’t been looking for me lately.” The grin returned after she spoke back to him as if to suggest not only was it looking for her, but it had found her. Or maybe it found him. Bianca almost always looked for it, though. It didn’t have to find her because she always found it. It’s been a slow month, though. ”Other than that I’ve been good. You?” Bianca casually returned the question. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 759 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. next one will be better asher was sure that the woman he'd met before had been a lot less quiet and a lot more come hither. he was slightly disappointed that she wasn't like that currently. then again maybe her come hither only came after a certain time of day? he wasn't sure. all he knew was that seeing bianca now was different from when he'd met her before. a lot of time had passed as well. it could have been that something had gone on with her and changed the way she reacted to him. he had only met her once as well. he was basing all of this off of previous experience with her which was restricted to one chance meeting. it could be that the creature he'd come to know extremely well physically was not one familiar to herself. it was possible that his run-in with bianca tanner had been something out of the norm for her which, judging by the bits and pieces he'd heard from various sources, seemed less like the truth than anything else. bianca wasn't known for being a quiet little door mouse whose inexperience made her appear fragile. she was known for being brash and for the concept of getting her into bed to be a little less intensive than with others. he wouldn't call her easy but getting her into bed had been less of a challenge than he'd expected to face. still they had been able to have more than a good time. he had remembered her fondly, just not enough to remember the last time he'd bed her. that was enough for him. having the memory without the distinct pinpoint ability was fine. he remembered the good but wasn't bothered by the details. still he found himself wanting a bit of a refresher course now that she was before him once again, within arm's reach. nothing too serious, because asher had promised himself that he would never do serious unless it was absolutely necessary. his relationship with kennedy's mother hadn't been anything remotely close to serious. she had poked holes in the condom she used with him in order to get pregnant and keep him around. that was beyond the wrong way to go about landing a millionaire's son. before that incident asher hadn't been totally repulsed by dating or getting serious, he just hadn't wanted it at the time. now of course things were totally different. asher couldn't put to words just how little he trusted women. even his sisters at one more had had to earn back his favor, though for them it was much less difficult to do. for other women though, strangers, there would never be that instant attraction. there would never be that head over heels kind of puppy love. for asher there was only the slow build up. he had to tolerate your presence as more than just a conquest before you were able to get anywhere near the friendship stage. the whole aspect of dating was totally repulsive to him now and that was simply because he couldn't deal with it. he didn't want to. he didn't want to handle trying to push himself to trust someone when he honestly didn't want to. "no one could forget you bianca." he said with a smirk. he wasn't about to pursue her, but he was being honest. seeing her again brought back what little memories he had of her. though fond, it wasn't something he was going to trade his way of thinking for. he scratched his fingers over his stubbly brow, working over his jaw as he listened to her speak, shrugging. "that is certainly unfortunate love. trouble, is the language you seem to know best." he played innocent but the fact of the matter was that he understood everything she was insinuating. it was an invitation but he wasn't quite ready to take it. he would let her stew a little more thinking that maybe she had to work a little harder. because she did. if he did sleep with her yet again this would be the second time and not many women got past the first encounter. it took a little more work this time around. "i've been well. nothing's changed since we last saw one another. a little older, a little wiser you could say." he took another sip of his coffee and deftly wiped his thumb against his bottom lip as he rested the cup on his knee. he didn't say anything else, he just stared at her, waiting to watch her fidget. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD Tag: Asher R./ Maggie ! The Words: 400ish The Outfit: HERE The Notes that was kinda lame. sorry! Indeed a lot of time had passed since Bianca had last seen this man and you couldn’t exactly say that she had changed, but she had learned to control herself a little since then. The time and place a month or so ago made it easy for her to not only approach Asher, but bring out that ‘less quite’ and ‘more come hither’ side rather than where they were now. The time of day was the least of her concern; it was just the place in which they had reunited left a few inconvenient barriers for them. Er…at least they did for her. It was probably one of the only reasons she was behaving right now. Being in a public place forced her to remain sophisticated because even a single act of abnormal behavior from her would end her up in tabloids. Or worse: front cover of magazines. So believe me when I say she would’ve been all over him by now if it weren’t for the fact that they were in a typically crowded coffeehouse. Knowing her, B would be on her knees for him in seconds…literally. It was that smirk. ”No one could forget you, Bianca.” While the man was convinced he was just being honest—maybe that really was his intension—Bianca was convinced he was just saying anything he wanted just so get her out of her pants. ”That is certainly unfortunate, love. Trouble, is the language you seem to know best.” at that point, Bianca was completely confused. Was this him playing innocent or did he really not pick up on what she was putting down? It can’t be. Was he seriously going to make her ask for it?! Oh gawd, he wouldn’t. No man ever had done that before. She couldn’t let it happen for the second time. It was already enough for her to approach him the first time—which she never did because guys she liked never disappointed in approaching her. ”Well. I was hoping maybe you could help me find it.” Bianca referred to the ‘lost trouble’, but she figured he would actually know that. Then again, she also figured he would’ve picked up on her obvious “have your way with me” look too, but apparently it wasn’t. Or was it? Asher started to talk about his well-being and Bianca tried to forget about what just happened—obviously she would try again later—as she just smiled at him. ”That’s always good to hear, how’s work treating you?” Did she care? Sure. Right now? No. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 819 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. next one will be better bianca was the kind of girl that asher, admittedly, only enjoyed a few times before calling it quits. he wouldn't call her easy, to her face, but she was certainly less of a challenge to get naked then a majority of the women out there. he figured that they only thing stopping them from being remotely on one another at this very moment was the fact that they were in a public place. asher knew that bianca was a little famous. he wouldn't call her extremely so. she was more famous for her antics then anything, which asher was not shy to either. his ways got him in the public eye often, though a lot of people didn't care about his antics than that of someone who was constantly on their television screen or on the big screen. he was seen canoodling with his share of actresses, fellow directors, producers, and the occasional coffee girl if she had the right look to her, but really no one cared about where he stuck it and why. bianca was a different story. she was the brand of woman who was predictable. put her in the room with someone with a penis and she would usually be on them like white on rice unless she hated their guts. hell, even hate sex was pretty fun so asher didn't have much doubt about a situation like that either. but she was a sweet girl. that was what tended to make bianca different from the plethora of other easy women who had ever approached him. she wasn't using her wares in an effort to get higher up the ladder. she wanted to fall in love and went about it all the wrong way. really she had a sweet heart, she just went about life in a manner that wasn't befitting someone so sweet. asher respected her personality, but in most other regards she wasn't much different from every other woman who had thrown herself at him. did it matter much to him? not really. one lay was no different to him than another now that everything with kennedy's mother had happened. no woman was different. no woman was unique. no amount of niceties in one little, female package was going to change his mind about what he wanted from the general population which was nothing. he didn't want to find a wife for his child. he didn't want to find a companion. he wanted nothing from the rest of the world except to do his job and be happy with it. so far he was on the right track. he was working on the choice now and that was going to be his best distraction for now. because he wanted nothing else from the world. he had the daughter he'd never thought of having and she was wonderful. she was likely all he would ever need. did he feel deprived of anything? not in the slightest. did kennedy? doubtful. she was too young to really want anything in high demand in the first place and even if she did feel like having a mother was nice or important, asher had two sisters who loved to do that very job. they loved to baby her, play with her hair, and dress her up like a little princess in a way asher couldn't stomach. seeing his daughter was one thing, dumbing himself down and pretending to be overly happy when he just couldn't manage it wasn't. asher had an issue with being fake. he just couldn't do it. he couldn't pretend to be super excited in a way that would have made kennedy spin in glee. he couldn't do it. his praise was as good as it was going get. he wasn't made to be a father in the first place so he figured as much effort as he was putting in was something he should be applauded for. he wasn't shoing off the effort. he hadn't ignored her when kennedy's mother told him she was pregnant. he had stepped up and been a father so he really didn't think he was doing so bad in that department. really. he was in fact playing innocent. asher was no idiot. he'd dealt with flirting long enough to know when he was getting dealt the green light but he wasn't quite ready to jump at the opportunity yet. after all, this was a public place. "you know i'm always happy to help you find trouble dahling." he said flippantly, as if she was silly to think he would have denied her. it was fun toying with her slightly. if she was going to approach him, acting as though she wanted to jump his bones, then he was going to make her wait a bit. "work is well. i have a new project coming up and all that. but that's not important. what have you been up to love?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD Tag: Asher R./ Maggie ! The Words: 525 The Outfit: HERE The Notes same here. >,> While Bianca was the kind of girl that would admittedly “enjoy” a few times before “calling it quits”, she sadly was one to admittedly be okay with that. The first time it happened to her hurt to a point that she realized before she got vulnerable like that again, she should be used to guy treating her and that way and it all worked out because she would treat them the same way. She’s been in love a couple times, so those are obviously exceptions to her little rule, not to mention, Bianca has a reputation of getting very easily attached to people. It would just help if she quit whatever she did and just focus on another big aspect of her life instead of chasing what she couldn’t have, especially considering she didn’t even know what she wanted. This man could be a good example. Bianca was well aware that he didn’t want a relationship. She let him slip away and he did the same to her because neither were ready for anything more than meaningless sex. And not just that, it was moreover meaningless sex that will never repeat itself again. On top of getting easily attached, she was now getting the feeling that maybe she wanted Asher to stick around for more than that. No, nothing too sentimental, she was thinking more like a friend. She needed those in her life. And why she though someone like Asher would be a good friend to have, she didn’t know. When Bianca heard his reply, she grinned and as much as she would’ve obsessed over his reply, it was more his accent once again that caught her attention before anything else. Eventually, she wondered what was on his mind. This was easier than she thought. She should have known he would have no problem saying yes because if she were to pounce this very second—which she most likely would not—he wouldn’t say no. Well, maybe he could, but she also was not stupid enough to ‘pounce’ in a public place like this one, so she figured it best to just wait. It kinda reminded her of the last time she was in a public place with a sexy man. Unable to resist, Bianca had taken him to the back of her Mercedes and let him have his way with her. If she could do that without any regrets, she could surely do it again, especially with this British hunk. ”Of course it’s important! What are you working on?” Bianca insisted, figuring it’d be best to talk about him too instead of herself, considering her life wasn’t going anywhere as a whole. ”Well, love.” Bianca started off imitating his voice and accent, not failing too miserably, considering she was an actress and had experience with different accents from the voices she’s done in animations. ”Other than Justice League, it’s all been a little boring and slow. Summer’s barely over and I feel like I need another vacation…how about you? I haven’t heard from you much.” She said, obviously referring to the tabloids, since they all had something to say about pretty much everyone. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust The Words: 929 The Outfit: HERE The Notes tag: b. asher was used to surrounding himself with women who didn't think highly of themselves or who thought of themselves as good for a night and nothing more. it wasn't intentional, it was just the way things had ended up happening. because when you didn't want to end up getting tied down the best women to associate yourself with were those who didn't think themselves worthy or those who just didn't want it, same as you. asher didn't want to deal with people who wanted him as more than just a nightly pleasure. he didn't want to be pined over, sought after, etc. he just wanted to enjoy his night and be able to move on with his life the next day. it didn't make him the easiest of characters to get along with. asher didn't like girl friends. he had his sisters and he had his daughter but they had a trust that was ingrained due to birth. they were people who were important to him because he'd grown up with them all his life and he had learned that they could be trusted. he'd had thirty years to come to trust the two women in his life. a lot of other people wouldn't have that kind of patience had he not been family. there weren't women in his life that were long term friends because a lot of them couldn't stand the lack of trust. not a lot of women wanted to deal with a one-sided kind of friendship where they gave everything to a man who was not only skeptical, but who didn't appreciate it in the slightest. asher just didn't put a lot of stock into what people said. that wasn't to insinuate that he would trust information more should it come from the mouth of a man. men were just as likely to lie to him about this or that, but at least asher was relatively sure that it wasn't done in an effort to bed him. that was something he could live with a little more readily. plus there was always the added incentive that should he feel the need to vent his frustration when a man pissed him off, it wasn't out of the question to peg him with a solid right hook. asher wasn't prince charming. he would never be prince charming for anyone other than kennedy. he often had a certain disdain for the world and would rather be pleasantly surprised when something worked out for him rather than to always see the world from this "glass half full" perspective only to be shot in the foot by reality some time later. he was a charmer but he, admittedly, was not a good guy. he didn't associate himself with women who were sweet or who could get attached simply for that reason. at least he could spare them that much. asher didn't get involved with those who he could really, really hurt. usually he liked women with tougher skin, ones who were in it all for the same reasons as he was. sex. when it came down to it the bare bones of every situation was sex. all he wanted was to get his rocks off and then go about his merry way. if that wasn't something that a woman could embrace, something he could usually tell after a five-minute conversation, then he would move on. he didn't want women coming to his door in the middle of the night or running into kennedy. if there was one thing in this life that asher was ever going to be good for, it was being as decent of a father as he could manage. he didn't want to shove five million women in kennedy's face only to make her confused. no women met kennedy besides the mothers in the park and his sisters. in fact asher's sisters were pretty much like pseudo mothers to the child. they gave everything that a mother should because they knew that the likelihood of asher settling down to do so himself was slim to none. they understood him and they didn't try to push him. there was no getting asher into a relationship. not anymore. there might have been a chance long ago but a lot of that had died the moment kennedy's mother pulled her little scheme. asher's gaze locked on hers for a moment longer than it should as bianca turned the conversation around on him once again. he was getting tired of this. women loved to talk about themselves. asher had years upon years of experience to know this. why bianca wasn't just taking the bait and making his life easier was beyond him. "right now i'm working on the choice." he said with a shrug, not going into any detail on purpose. he didn't want to get into the fact that his life was being made difficult by a pair of swoony pre-teens. but hell, any press was good press right? the fact that his leads were banging each other was sure to bring in some kind of interest. "been around. like you said, it's been a quiet summer." meaning nothing out of the usual to say the least. "if you're craving one so much, you might as well take a vacation." he said simply. like was so easy for asher and he didn't deny it. if he wanted a vacation from his life it was usually easy enough to take and he tended to apply that same outlook to everyone, whether or not it was within their means to do so. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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