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[erica]

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It was a typical night out for Cash Cooper. He had gotten ready fairly early to go to one of the many clubs around Hollywood as per usual. In fact, he decided to do a little bar hopping just to scope out the night life and find something to keep his interest. In an attempt to make a smart decision, Cash left his car at home and journeyed around the city via taxi. It would be easier that way, especially if he decided to get hammered, which he found unlikely to happen but he would rather be safe than sorry. By the time Cash had gotten to his third club, he was only a little on the tipsy side. Cash made sure not to get too drunk too quickly or else it would ruin the night. Plus, he liked remembering the events from his nights out the next day so he tended to stray away from the point of unconsciousness. As Cash entered what he deemed to be the last stop of the night, it was going on midnight. Just a few hours was all Cash had to find some entertainment for the night, which wouldn’t be hard seeing as he could get attention from just about any girl he wanted. Cash offered a light smirk as he headed towards the bar. It was still slightly busy in the club, people dancing in a huge mob towards the middle of the floor while others sat around the lounge and chatted loudly with their peers.

Cash slid onto one of the bar stools and waited as the bartender served the customer just a few stools to the right of him. Cash observed as the young lady seemed to be having trouble finding something. He wished she would hurry up and find it so he could have his damn drink. It was a simple thing that he was asking, or, was going to ask, for and he would appreciate it if he didn’t have to wait until he was fifty. The drink that she was attempting to make didn’t even look that difficult. He was pretty sure he was capable of putting it together, and his work ethic could sometimes be very low. In fact, Cash doesn’t do too well when it comes to working for other people. Obviously, he has no patience and on top of that, doesn’t like taking orders from people. Those probably weren’t the best traits to have in the sort of industry he was in, but oh well. Cash would just have to find a director that can handle his stubborn attitude and if there were no such directors then, they better prepare themselves for a rough couple months of filming. But then again his low work efforts could’ve just been because he hated working in that office right next to his father. The cramped little space was bland and unflattering, thus producing unmotivated Cash.

Sighing heavily, Cash watched the struggling bartender. He decided to be nice for a change and give her the benefit of the doubt. She could be a newbie to all of this after all and throwing a fit would only make her even more nervous. That could in turn lead to a spill of some kind and if anything spilled on him, he’d probably flip his shit even more. The whole scene played out in his head like a movie. Finally, Cash was tended to and was able to order his vodka on the rocks. Normally he wouldn’t start off with something so strong, but tonight he really felt like letting loose. He was in that partying mood and while in this sort of mood, he was known for doing some crazy things. Hopefully tonight he wouldn’t do anything too ridiculous, but by the way he was sucking down his drinks there was no way to tell how things would turn out. Cash ordered a second, a third, and a fourth drink, only feeling a light buzz from the stinging alcohol. He turned to face the dance floor, his elbows leaning back to rest against the counter. The ice clanked against each other as he twirled the clear liquid around in the glass, his striking blue eyes scanning the gyrating dancers. He would soon become one of them as soon as he found a suitable dance partner.

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tonight was the many nights that chesa was just going to let go. sure, she'd gotten drunk before but tonight was different. she felt the need to just go pass the point of being faded and just go. ..i dont know. somewhere beyond that point. which would explain why she had been downing shots left and right. everything from patron to tequila and everything else in between. she had been here for quite a while, going back and forth between the bar and the fucking dancefloor. for once everything in her life was right where she wanted it to be, she was away from her controlling father for one. there was no one here to tell her that she had enough, that she didn't need to be out late like this or whatever. she could drink what she wanted and eat what she wanted without having to worry about the consequences. tonight was a simple night, not a tight to get totally dolled up but just simple clubbing clothes. now if she really wanted to knock the guys out she could've but instead she wanted to be comfortable. chesa was one of those girls that looked hot in anything, hell a paper bag would do and she'd rock it.

chesa never really knew why people, meaning most girls, didn't like her. was it her confidence in herself or were they just jealous because of her looks? chesa assumed that she would never know so she stopped worrying about it a long time ago. at this point, chesa was a bit buzzed. bringing the shot glass up to her lips, she downed it quickly before placing back on the bar top. before she knew it she was being dragged towards the dancefloor once again. she didn't try and fight it, the music that was blaring through the speakers already had her swaying as her friend led her towards the clashing bodies. one minute she was dancing with her friend and the next she was dancing with some random ass guy. he was pretty hot in her eyes. ..or maybe she was way more buzzed than she thought. the two of them danced for a bit before they headed to the back for a small make-out session. nothing to serious, just a kisses and touches - nothing to boost about. they must've been at it for atleast twenty to thirty minutes before she decided she was bored and needed a drink. she moved her way through the crowd as she headed towards the bar. there were a lot of guys in the club tonight that she wouldn't mind getting to know better but right now she needed a drink.

she was then stopped by yet the same guy, who tried to put the moves on her. it was the guy from earlier. how the hell did he find her so fast? alessandra could've sworn she left him at the back of the club getting himself together. obviously he still wanted to dance with her for the remainder of the night, no, that shit was not happening. "sorry i can't my boyfriend is probably looking for me" she exclaimed with a fake pout. "maybe next time, champ" she lifted her hand and gave him a pat on the arm before she turned away quickly and headed towards the bar. running a hand through her hair, her eyes glued to the floor as she made it towards her destination. tonight was awesome, now if only she could get out of the clubs and into auditions - her life would be even more perfect. when she finally looked up she spotted that familiar face that she loved to hate. "CASH" she squealed as she ran over to him. it wasn't long before she had her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled into a hug. okay so maybe she was alittle more drunk than she hoped but come, who didn't get excited when they saw a family friend. a sexy family friend at that.


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everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
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The club was Cash’s home away from home. That and the beach were the two places he visited the most, even back in New York. Sure the beaches there weren’t extremely beautiful like they were her in California, but it still served as a good place to relax and just throw his cares away. Not that he had many cares in the first place. But it was nice to give up the small amount he does have for a while and just let loose. That was exactly his plan for the night that much was evident. He made sure to have the bartender give him two shots at a time, just so he wouldn’t have to ask for more so often. It was easier that way for the bartender and for Cash, which was really his main concern. Asking for another shot every two seconds wasn’t exactly fun and it got especially annoying when the bartender disappears on you to serve some other clubber. Then Cash has to wait for his drink, and since he wasn’t a very patient man that often led to problems. Fortunately, most of the clubbers were rightfully placed all around the dance floor, so Cash didn’t have to worry too much about hanging around waiting for some other person to be served before he could get another drink. Downing the rest of his second shot, Cash decided it was about time to scope out a dance partner. The music was thumping and pulsating through his body and he couldn’t ignore it any longer. It didn’t take long to find a lonely young blonde bouncing around the dance floor. Surprised that no one had snagged her yet, Cash made his way towards her. But suddenly Cash caught the image of someone running towards him and when he turned to see who it was, he was caught off guard by a pair of arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hug.

Eyes wide, it took a moment for Cash to process that he should probably hug this person back as well as who the hell had just tackled him out of no where. Not that the who part really mattered, as far as he could tell the girl he was currently hugging was very attractive. But then again he was only judging by the feel of her body pressed against his. For all he knew she could have the ugliest face on the planet, which would be extremely unfortunate. Cash has had to deal with a girl like that before and it didn’t turn out very well. That was the reason he made sure to study a girl’s face from afar before going up to dance with her. At one point, Cash hadn’t paid much attention to a girl’s face when looking for a dance partner a while back so when he’d gone behind her to dance, Cash had no idea that she was completely hideous. It ended badly, Cash having to keep himself from screaming upon seeing her face. He was pretty sure she cried after his comments, but Cash didn’t care. There was no way he’d be seen with some she-witch, it was bad enough that he’d danced with her for a whole song. Fortunately, Cash recognized the girl in his arms as soon as he snapped out of his wide-eyed trance and looked down to see a mess of dark hair. Her bronze colored skin glowed under the florescent lights and a smirk graced his lips as he released Chesa. You’re lucky I didn’t have a drink in my hand just then. Or else it’d be all over you and more importantly, me, he commented, in a joking manner of course…well, slightly joking anyway. Cash definitely would’ve been pissed if he’d spilled his drink on himself because of Chesa throwing herself on him. But his anger wouldn’t have lasted long, especially if some had spilled on her as well. It wasn’t like he could ever stay angry with her anyway. They’ve known each other too long and well, she was incredibly sexy.

Cash let his eyes roam over her, offering an approving nod. Looking sexy as always, Chesa, he complimented, contemplating on whether he should just drag her on the dance floor now or head to the bar for a little chat and a few drinks. She seemed to already be a little on the tipsy side, the first clue being that she had practically tackled him just a few seconds ago. That rarely happened, considering they were almost always playfully bickering about something to show any type of affection such as that. Even if she did hug him, she never needed a running start. In fact, he was sure that she’s given him more punches than hugs in the duration of their friendship. But that was just the way they were with each other, and Cash honestly wouldn’t want it any other way. His eyes flickered upwards, looking passed Chesa and to a young male who couldn’t seem to get his eyes off of the two of them. An eyebrow raised curiously as he looked back to Chesa. Do you know that guy? he questioned, lifting a finger to point rudely.

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yeah, so she probably should've checked to make sure he didn't have a drink or anything in his hand before she ran up to him. probably would've been the best thing to do for herself, not for him. chesa pulled away and glared up at him before she broke out into a smile. how is it that he could be joking but rude at the same time and not have the person hate him for it? maybe it was gift, like some sort of inherited trait from his parents. "meh, it'd just be like a wet t-shirt contest...though i'd be by myself" she exclaimed as her eyes trailed towards the ground. "actually i'm more important than you babe, we've been through this before" she giggled. she ran her hands through her hair as she sighed, her legs crossing over one another at the ankle. her eyes then darted towards the guy behind them before she rolled her eyes again. of course she looked sexy as always, she knew this it was a god giving fact. just kidding, she considered herself beautiful but tried her best to not let it get to her head...like some people. "i'd say the same about you but that would be a total lie" she stated with a firm nod. "total lie" she retorted. her brown eyes cut towards him before a huge grin began to spread across her face.

"just kidding cashy" she said in a child-like voice before she gave him a kiss on the cheek. jeez, it felt like she hadn't seen him in days, which was probably true but days felt like months and months felt like years - so you could never really tell how long it had been. "so where have you been cashy-cake, don't know how to call or text someone?" she stated as she crossed her arms over her chest. her eyes shifted towards the bar and it finally registered that that was where she was headed and she was just about to drag cash back when he spoke first. when cash asked if she knew him, her first thought was to say fuck no but it wasn't actually true. she knew him, sort of but not really but knew him enough to know that she had made out with him and was now like, on the run. "sort of..." she answered before she glanced back at cash. "not really....but.." she couldn't really place the words. "he was fun for awhile, then i got bored" she added with a slight shrug. her eyebrows scrunched downward in confusion as she looked up at him. "why?" she asked curiously.

her small hand reached upwards towards the back of her head to scratch it lightly as she looked at his hand. "and don't point, it's rude" she used her free hand to smack his hand down towards his side. she knew he wasn't the violent type but cash liked to fight and at certain times liked to start shit. like now. he could've just asked if she knew him but no, he had to be all obvious and rude and point at the guy. dropping her hand she glanced back at the other guy before she groaned. "he's like a ninja, popping up everywhere" she replied. "won't leave me alone even after i said i had a boyfriend" she added. the girl then shook her head and glanced back at the bar. "but instead of worrying about him, we should get a drink" she said as she nodded towards the bar. chesa would rather not have any fights tonight and just have a good time, an even better one now that cash was here. "are you listening to me?" she gave him a light shove, which really didn't seem like much seeing as the guy was rock hard but it was worth a shot.


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everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
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At the mention of a wet t-shirt contest, Cash almost chuckled. Like Cash couldn't beast it up at a wet t-shirt contest, as long as his audience wasn't filled with a herd of straight men expecting a busty blonde chick. Then he'd likely get booed off the stage. What a sight that would be, in fact Cash almost chuckled again at the mere thought. He could only imagine the items that would be thrown at him for crashing a wet t-shirt contest. Rolling his eyes playfully at her next comment, it was made obvious that he disagreed. Funny, I don't remember going through this before. I've always been more important than you so, I don't know what you're talking about, he responded, his eyebrows furrowing as if he were truly confused. Soon a smile tugged at the corners of his lips though, unable to keep his act going for too long. Then again just as quickly as the smile appeared, it soon disappeared and turned into a slight frown. The frown wasn't a very serious one though, mostly because he couldn't take much of what Chesa said seriously. Of course that is unless she was legitimately pissed off for some reason. We both know you're just saying that to keep from feeding my ego, which is unaffected by your comment, by the way, he replied quickly, giving her that same sharp look that she gave him.

Even though Cash knew she was only joking, it was true that people often refrained from giving him any sort of compliment just so they wouldn't be boosting his already other worldly ego. He didn't know why though, I mean he's still a human who enjoys receiving compliments even though he doesn't necessarily need them. How else will his ego stay at its enormous state? Offering a disgusted expression, more so at the nickname that she insisted on calling him all the time than the kiss on the cheek, he groaned lightly. Must you call me Cashy? he questioned, though was unable to keep a small smile from creeping onto his lips. He had to admit though, Cashy was a more suitable name than the one he used to be called by a few guys back in high school: Snoopy Coopy, Cash the Rash, etc. Talk about stupid nicknames. Of course those names were given to him before he could kick ass in a fight. After that transformation there was no more Snoopy. It was either Cash or Coop, period. But no matter how many times he complained to Chesa about that damned nickname, he was ignored each time and he eventually gave up and let it slide. There was no sense in protesting when it was just going to be ignored, but Cash always liked to complain about the name at least once just in case she decides to actually listen and call him by his actual name. And as if Cashy weren't horrible enough, she often decides to add in the word "cake" at the end. With a sigh, he simply let it slide, yet again, and focused on answering her question. Well, Chesa-cup, I've been busy. And I haven't gotten any texts or calls from you so, our disconnection is partly your fault too. His tone was slightly sarcastic when saying the name he'd made up on the spot for her, as if to make an example of how dumb those sort of nicknames sound. So the real question is, where have you been?

It seemed to take a lifetime for Chesa to answer his question and he found himself staring blankly at her until she finally reached an answer. It was all good though, her answer was sort of worth the wait and caused him to chuckle lightly. Typical Chesa to leave a poor guy hanging like that. It was something Cash himself would do, which is probably why he and Chesa got along so well, one of the reasons anyway. They were similar, like siblings, only Cash didn't think of her in that way. If he did it would make things significantly awkward considering their friendship isn't like any normal friendship. They did things together that were illegal for siblings to do, and in his mind for two people with a sibling-like relationship. Why? Well he's staring over here like a creep, for one, he pointed out. Cash smirked when she smacked his hand down, causing it to go back into place by his side, eventually slipping into the pocket of his shorts. His eyes were beginning to gleam mischievously as he stared at the other male, willing him to come over and say something. Cash was always up for a good fight. His concentration was broken when she spoke again, but his eyes didn't leave the male, even as he opened his mouth to respond. Oh so I guess that makes me the boyfriend, huh? Cash smirked, whatever Chesa had said after that went in one ear and right out of the other. The next thing he knew Cash was being shoved and she's asked if he was listening. His shoulder only jerked backwards for a short moment due to her small shove, and soon his gaze returned to her. What? he asked, eyebrows raising quizzically. Oh right...Yeah..I heard every word, he lied, smiling innocently before glancing towards the bar. I'm thirsty. How about you? And with that Cash led the way up to the bar. Taking a seat, Cash ordered a tequila for the both of them.

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of course he didn't remember because it involved something negative about him. well not really negative, more alone the lines of something that he didn't want to hear. which was a normal thing for any man who looked as good as cash. "of course you don't, what was i thinking" she exclaimed with a huge grin. sometimes she felt she knew cash better than anyone in the entire world, hell sometimes she knew him better than she knew herself. that was scary and weird. he was like the brother she never had and at this point never wanted because there were things they did that should've been illegal. "your ego could never be affected by anything" she replied as she rolled her eyes. "which is unfortunate and cruel and just wrong" she nodded. there was no need in telling cash that he was sexy or anything because he already knew it, so why remind him and get him adding his own little comments about himself. she gasped at his disgusted facial expression as she called him her favorite nickname for him. there was nothing wrong with it, it was cute and made him seem like he wasn't that much of an asshole.

"yes, it's been that since we were kids, douche" there was nothing wrong with it, it was better than some of the other names he had to deal with. this was just, super small compared to all the other ones. though snoopy coopy was kind of cute but she never told him that and never called him that for in fear of getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter. "i like cashy, it's cute." she remarked with a nod. and that was that on the matter because no matter what he said she would call him that till she died. it was his nickname and she wouldn't change it for the world. it was better than her calling him bubba or something else that was insanely ridiculous. then she got really creative with his nickname at times and would add something like "cake" or "cup", or anything thing else that was food. there was this time when she would even call him that when he was with a girl and the look on his face would be priceless. chesa was surprised that he even put up with her at times because she knew that she was the reason that some girls never stuck around. and to be honest, she enjoyed that factor. at his next statement she shook her head back and forth in disagreement. "no way, it's all your fault. i always call or text first"

"i've been around..." she replied with a shrug. "here and there, working, partying...the usual" she added with another simple shrug. "but obviously my busy is different from your busy, you sleep around while i work" cash was a manwhore but he had standards but regardless of that fact, he was a manwhore. it seemed like he always would be and chesa wasn't going to do anything about it. she learned to take cash the way he was, sure there were times she wanted to kill him but that was normal. ups and downs, but they had way more ups than downs that was for sure. yes, he was a creep, which was why she was glad she found cash. she wasn't really up for playing hide and seek with the guy all night. "oh please, chesa can do much better" she replied jokingly as she laughed at her own joke. actually, that wasn't such a bad idea but she didn't want hot-headed cash getting into a fight...at least not right now. "well you can appoint yourself to that postion if he bothers me again." she offered with a shrug. she wasn't even going to look in that direction of the guy, she actually wanted to keep her cool. her face turned into a glare as she looked at her friend, he was such a bad liar. "thanks a lot cash" she watched as he turned and walked back towards the bar. well then, she threw her hands up in defeat and followed behind him and then picking a seat next to him. "shots shots shots" she stated as she practically bounced up and down. "so what's been going on...besides being a hoe" she grinned.


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everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
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Yeah Cash had the tendency to tune the things he didn't want to hear out of his mind. In fact, it probably happened more often around Chesa than anyone else because she was the only person he hung out with who seemed to constantly bash him. This often led to Cash tuning out half of their conversation, leaving Chesa rambling off to herself and once asked if he was listening Cash would either say no or lie and uttered a distracted "uh-huh". Cash shrugged lightly, smiling as well at their sarcastic jokes. What were you thinking? he asked with a shake of his head. At the mention of his ego, he offered a smug smirk. It was true, his ego was astonishingly invincible and had this weird ability to repair itself. Even though a compliment to his appearance would've been appreciated and even wanted by Cash, the lack of one didn't knock his ego down for two reasons. The most obvious reason being that Cash and Chesa's relationship naturally involved the two of them bashing each other about various things. It was all in good fun, and they were much to close to take any of it to heart. But for every compliment he didn't receive, there was at least one girl around him who seemed to make up for it. Cash was an attractive guy so it was only natural for him to receive a couple of glances from the women around him. And so wala, his ego is instantly repaired. I'm sensing some jealousy in your tone. I can lend you some of my ego if you're really that upset about it, he teased, a brow lifting quizzically as if he were expecting her to actually take his offer into consideration.

Ah yes, he could remember those good old days back when they were kids and those little nicknames were...still not cute. Cash disliked the nicknames then and still disliked them today. He didn't know why he let Chesa get away with calling him things like Cashy and Cashycup. No matter how many times he protested after being called something douchey like that, Chesa would either ignore him or tell him to suck it up and deal with it. It's been that way since they were younger and despite how ridiculous it was, Cash still had some hope that she would eventually rid him of all nicknames and simply call him by his real name. That nickname of hers ruined his chances with girls on numerous occasions back when they were in middle school. It was already an awkward stage for most kids, and Chesa seemed to make it worse by calling him Cashycake around every girl he talked to. Cute, huh? Well I think it's douchey. Especially in public, he replied, glancing around to make sure no one was paying much attention to their conversation. What if I called you Chesacheeks? he questioned, his old nickname for her bringing a small smile to his masculine features. Unlike Chesa, Cash had stopped calling her by ridiculous nicknames towards the beginning of high school, unless he was being sarcastic with her.

Cash rolled his eyes, slapping the air with his hand as if dismissing her comment about always calling or texting first. At her next set of words, his eyes narrowed. You say that as if all I do is sleep around, he accused, frowning slightly. Sure he slept around more often than most but he did other things with his life too. And even though "other things" only included auditioning for various roles, he liked to think he didn't just party and sleep around. He had to admit though, life was good right about now. Filming for his upcoming movie would be starting soon as well as for a TV show he's recently landed a role in. But yes, Cash was quite the manwhore and he sort of prided himself of that. He was the definition of a free spirit and he's proven so far that no woman could successfully tie him down. I work plenty, thank you very much. Probably more than you do, he joked, smirking over at her. That was the one thing that Cash really appreciated about Chesa. She never tried to change him, she never judged him or his lifestyle. Chesa took Cash for who he was and was perfectly fine with him, even though they fought at times. Cash chuckled lightly at her. It's so hot when you refer to yourself in third person, he said sarcastically. His eyes glanced in the other male's direction, his middle finger lifting to scratch his temple, a smirk on Cash's face as the guy turned away with a huff. God he loved messing with people. Cash watched with amused eyes as she bounced up and down with excitement. Their shots were placed in front of them and he shrugged lightly. Oh you know...The usual, selling my body, stripping... his voice trailed off and he offered a chuckle before downing his shot.

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"i don't know, i'm just a loser who tries to be best friends with you" she said before she began to do a fake sulk. i guess you could say that chesa enjoyed bashing on him, he was a very easy person to pick on because she knew what annoyed him them most. all those childhood and early years gave her the right set of tools to annoy one of her favorite people in the entire world. sure she talked smack about him a lot but he knew that she was only kidding and it was out of love. or at least she hoped he knew that she was kidding. she returned to her normal position just as he said he hinted jealousy in her voice. "......ha" she stated with a monotone voice. "i wouldn't say jealous...im just like you only nicer and more attractive" she added in a know-it-all tone as she gave him a small grin. "but go ahead and send me some of your ego, i always wondered what it would be like" she brought a slender hand up and through her hair as her other hand reached into her pocket for her cigarettes. disgusting habit yes, but there were times - like now - when she just wanted to taste the nicotine. yes, smoking was a terrible habit but she only did it when she was clubbing or at some other form of a party. it loosened her up, kind of like alcohol only not as bad as liquor.

"cashypie is cute, at least i'm the only person to call you that" she retorted as she held a cancer stick between her middle and index finger. "and i better be the only person to call you that, it's my nickname for you" chesa didn't want to find out that some other person, mainly a girl, decided that they could call him that - fuck no. as he began to look around, she raised an eyebrow and did the same only she didn't know why. "...what?" she asked. "are we being watched by your crazed fans?" she asked jokingly. "should i be afraid that im gonna get sliced by fake nails?" ha, she did it again, making fun of him - she could never stop, could she? chesacheeks? it wasn't that bad, she rather liked it quite honestly. of course, she was a girl and girl's had more sympathy for that kind of shit. "you could call me whatever you wanted and i'd answer" the girl added a playful wink before she giggled and placed the cigarette pack into her pocket before she let the damn thing. she took a pull off of it and blew the smoke off to the side as she glanced around the club at the people practically dry-humping each other. "but chesacheeks is cute, i take pride in it" she shrugged before she stuck her tongue out at the boy.

she stared at him blankly as he seemed to be somewhat butt hurt by her comment. well she knew that he didn't sleep around all the time, she was positive that he had more of a life to do something else that was productive. "sweet face i was just kidding, don't be all butt hurt" she exclaimed as she pinched the side of his cheek. at his next statement, her face contorted into a small glare before she shrugged at the comment. "why work when my dad can pay for everything" not only did they're dad's know each other but both were rich as hell, why chesa and cash decided to act...well maybe because they wanted to make their own money. cash knew that chesa would never live off of the drill sergent from hell, she didn't even like being in the same room with the man. the young girl cringed at the thought, ugh, it was literally like being in hell. "hello, it is me, chesa galvani - i'm that hot regardless if i speak in third person or not" she joked. looks werent that important to chesa and probably never would be. it just wasn't something she worried or looked for in a person or herself. "that's how you start fights mr. cooper" she exclaimed as she pointed at his middle finger. "watch, he's gonna show up and try to fight you and then you're gonna send him to the hospital and then i'm gonna have to bust you out of jail" she replied as she placed her cigarette down in a nearby ash tray.

"and, i love you....but not enough to pay your bail" she added, which she was of course - joking. chesa would pretty much do anything for cash, she considered him to be her best friend and best friends did shit for each other. though there was that saying that said your best friend would be sitting beside you in jail...but chesa wasn't that type of person. normally. she had her moments like everyone else but that was rare. the girl was too damn nice to people, not to the point where she was a pushover but it took a lot for people to irk the hell out of her. besides acting and living life, she loved shots. shots made her happy. she'd figured the only way to drink anything was to drink it in a shot glass. she remembered her first shot, it was a pretty messed up way to start. her oldest brother was having a party and they were drinking crown royal. but it was the way they drunk it that got her attention. three simple steps: snort the salt, squirt the lime in the eye and take the shot. crazy as fuck but it was so worth it because it got her on the rode she was now. she couldn't help but laugh at cash's next comment when he mentioned he was selling your body. "well you do what you have to do, but maybe later you could strip for me or something" she stated before she downed the shot and slammed it on the counter top. "or sell me your body" she added nonchalantly. "though i wouldn't pay you with money...never liked the stuff" she stated as she cut her eyes over at him before glancing at the bartender asking for another.


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THIS POST WAS MADE FOR CASH/ERICA AND IT IS COMPLETED. IT MEETS ALL THE REQUIREMENTS, WITH ONE THOUSAND AND FIFTY SIX WORDS. THOSE LYRICS AT THE TOP ARE FROM AN ARTIST KNOWN AS NOBODY THE OUTFIT SANDRA IS WEARING CAN BE VIEWED HERE. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT whoa. lot of words. >D

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[erica]

everybody watchin' you shake from left to right
the way you move got me hypnotized

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Cash stared at her, his expression blank as she sulked. She was obviously faking, but he just stared at her with that blank sort of “I can’t believe you” look as if she were making a huge scene, just to see what kind of reaction he would get out of her. It was amusing how much they teased and messed with each other. This wouldn’t be the first time Cash has done something to Chesa to get some kind of response. Most of the time, she’ll do or say something hilarious and they’ll just end up laughing about it for several minutes straight. Those are the moments he lived for to be honest. Chesa was one of his real friends who he could actually trust with just about anything. There weren’t many people out there who had the privilege of having so much of his trust put into them. Cash could be Cash around her. And sure, Cash didn’t change much around other people, but it was just that sense of comfort that he felt around her that made her so much more fun to hang out with than other people. Cash most likely wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he really did appreciate their friendship and wouldn’t trade it for the world. Going along with their little game, Cash reached out and patted Chesa lightly on the back as if to comfort her. It’s okay, you can still be my best friend, even though you really are a loser, he assured her, doing quite a good job with faking his concern for her well being. But eventually Cash’s cover was blown by a slight smirk as he retracted his hand, waving down the bartender for another shot. Cash scoffed at her next comment, shaking his head in disagreement. You may be nicer but you’re definitely not better looking. Keep dreaming Chesa, he responded, mirroring the little grin she shot his way.

As if weighing out his options concerning lending out a bit of his ego, his head bobbed slightly back and forth, a thoughtful expression on his face. I don’t know. You probably couldn’t handle even having half of my ego for a day. It would be too much for you I can already tell, he finally said after some serious consideration. He even nodded, notifying her that his mind would not be changed about the matter. It was tough having a huge ego. People were constantly trying to bring it down and that could be a bit tiring at times…Eh who am I kidding. Cash enjoys his ego very much. If anything, it makes life easy. But, Chesa didn’t have to know that little tid bit. His eyes glanced at her cigarette as she pulled it from her pocket, debating on whether or not he should demand her to give him one. Cash was the same way when it came to smoking. He didn’t do it often, but every now and then (mostly when he’s at a party or around a huge group of people) he’ll have a sort of craving. And Chesa bringing one into the equation was enough for that craving to slap Cash in the face. Give me one, he said, offering a slight smile as he held his hand out with his palm facing upward just to seem less demanding and maybe get away with avoiding the word please. Shaking his head, Cash down his shot and set the empty glass on the counter. It’s not cute, it’s not cute, it’s not cute… he muttered, still shaking his head as if he were a paranoid schizophrenic. Oh trust me. If anyone else called me that I would punch them square in the face. So…I hope you feel special, he replied, sighing lightly. The only other person who even attempted to come up with nicknames for him was Vince, and he only did it to get on Cash’s nerves so he figured that didn’t really count.

Cash playfully rolled his eyes as she yet again began to make fun of him. It really never stopped. He and Chesa have been friends for much too long, and now because of it she knew exactly how to annoy Cash. Of course, he wasn’t seriously annoyed just yet. He knew she was only joking around with him, he wasn’t as stupid as some may think he was. Besides, if she was taking things too far, Cash would make it very obvious and very clear. Rarely has that ever happened. And even when it did, they usually had hot, steamy, make-up sex soon after; the best kind of sex in Cash’s eyes. Har, har, har… he said sarcastically. I would just love it if no one heard you call me Cashypie, that’s all, he informed her, instantly regretting it. Now she was probably going to announce his nickname to the whole damn club. Cash would most definitely not be surprised if that happened, and it would be his entire fault for opening his big mouth. Cash smirked when she winked at him. I hate you for that, yet at the same time I don’t. I’m gonna come up with a name that you absolutely hate. Just you wait. Cash offered an assuring nod, sticking his tongue out at her in return.

Cash couldn’t help but chuckle when she mentioned that he was “butt hurt”. It was those little phrases that she seemed to just make up on the top of her head that made him unable to stay frustrated with her. His face dropped as she pinched his cheek, his eyes twitching as if her very touch was burning the skin right off of his face. Cash swatted her hand away. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person on the planet who says “butt hurt”. Cash grinned slightly. At her comment about her dad, Cash shrugged his broad shoulders, his fingers tracing the top of his shot glass. Cash had no desire to live off of his dad’s money for the rest of his life. So she would be right in thinking that Cash went into acting in order to make his own money. And Cash just wanted to prove to his dad that he could do what he wanted and still make the same amount, if not more, money than he had. And the satisfying part is that Cash is going to work for it, unlike his father who simply inherited a business that’s been in their family for generations. I would actually like that to happen. Only because I know you really do love me enough to pay my bail, he said, smiling as he put his finger away. Cash knew she was only joking, and he’d be lying if he said he wouldn’t do the same for her. You couldn’t deny the friendship they had was quite strong, and unlike with most people, Cash would do just about anything for her. She’s one of the only people that he even remotely cares about. How could he not care? They’ve been friends since middle school after all. Maybe I can. I work that stripper pole like magic, he said sarcastically. Well, since it’s you, it’s only fair that you get my body for free.

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TAGGED FOR ALESSANDRA GALVANI/ALEXAAA. THIS POST IS COMPLETE WITH A RESOUNDING 1,207 WORDS. CASH IS LOOKING MIGHTY FINE TODAY. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY THE PWNFUL ERICA. OH HEY LISTEN UP, I GOT SHIT TO SAY WOAAAAAAH.
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