JUST A PRETTY LITTLE THING. OPEN

[eleidh]

once you try it on, you can't live without it

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so show me off, parade me around i'm like the

{ last piece on a mannequin, just take me down }

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Elle was slowly coming to terms with the possibility of having what could only be described as an addictive personality. Not that she got obessed, but when she liked something - there was no maybe about it, once she has her sights set then that's it for her. So while she pushed the door open to enter Starbucks, the amazing place that fuelled her thrice daily rushes for extensive amounts of caffiene to enter her system, she was blasted with a mile heat and instant aroma of ground coffee beans. Already her headache was easing away slowly and the hangover stomach was settling slowly. She knew it was gurgling for something but all it was going to get was a coffee and if it didn't like it, tough. She'd been taking full advantage of the fact that It's Daytime was currently taking it's summer hiatus, and she'd been out every night, barely taking five minutes to breathe. Pulling the oversized sunglasses from her face and depositing them into her ridiculously large handbag, Elle mentally thanked God for make-up, it could work miracles on anybody. Thanks to her constant drinking, her usually flawless complexion had become blotchy and dry, the bags under her eyes were so dark they looked as if she'd went a few rounds with Mike Tyson. Unsurprisingly, Starbucks was full of loud and excited chatter as people fought over one another to be heard. Yes, she could have just left and went elsewhere for coffee - but standing in line and craving a cappuccino, she couldn't face having to trudge elsewhere.

Eventually, when she'd gotten her cappuccino after growling at a group of valley girls who were debating calorie content of everything on the menu, she slinked off to a small table in the corner of coffee shop which allowed her to gaze out at the busy streets of Hollywood. With approval from her liver, Elle mentally decided on staying in tonight, without a bottle of wine. She was becoming a bit too dependent on having a drink at night, whether it was to help her relax or if it was to ensure she had a good time when she was out - it worried her how much she was consuming. But that was Elle, she wasn't clingy when it came to men; her philosophy in life was to fuck 'em and chuck 'em before they could do it to you. She didn't have the best experiences when it came to boyfriends, she always fell for the bad boys and the jerks. But that's what she wanted. She didn't want some overly sweet, affectionate, softie who would treat her like bloody Royalty, when in return she couldn't be the same way. She wanted rough and complicated, not soft and simple. But when you fall for men like that, you know no matter who you choose, it'll only end badly. Smiling to herself, she pulled out a magazine from her handbag knowing that if she sat quietly for a hour or so with coffee then she could beat the hangover and go off shopping like she intended to.

Her manager had warned her about the constant spending, but would Elle listen? Would she hell. She wasn't a millionaire or any where near close to it, but she had money and she was comfortable. It wasn't like she spent money on things she didn't need; clothes were an absolute necessity in life and it just so happened that she needed a room full of them to satisfy her needs. It wasn't as if she was one of those women who refused to "wear the same thing twice", it was just that she liked variety and grew bored of some things quickly. People accused Elle of being too high maintenance, and though it remained true that sometimes she could come across as being a spoiled brat thanks to her demanding and impatient personality traits - but it took so little to make her happy. Then there were the other people who assumed she was a ditzy whore, willing and ready for everyone to have some fun. But these were both accusations to the extreme, she had never been intelligent and could come across as being a pain, simply because she didn't like waiting around for things. In Hollywood, she never really expected anything less to happen - she'd always be judged but Elle honestly didn't care, she alwaysvalued her own opinion above anyone elses anyway. With a small, yet content sigh, Elle attempted to concentrate on the small print of her magazine which she had tossed carelessly onto the cafe table, whilst she reached up and pulled her hair from the quick bun she'd attempted earlier before she'd left home. With her blonde hair tumbling down her shoulders, and the caffiene taking it's usual quick effect on her, Elle finally felt herself starting to loosen up and she was able to tune out the rest of the cafe - completely oblivious to what was happening around her.

SHE'S TALKING THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH 856 TIMES. SCREAMING OUT FOR OPEN TO PICK UP THE PHONE WHILE SHE WALKS AROUND IN HER OUTFIT HERE, SWAYING TO WEAR MY KISS -SUGABABES AS SHE THINKS ABOUT NOT MY BEST...AND SHE KNOWS SHE HAS ME - DON'T STEAL TO BLAME FOR THIS MESS.

[hannah]

a look that time can't erase *
BE MINE TONIGHT LET THIS JUST BE THE START --

Ever since Tristan had hit the A-list, going out for things such as coffee without causing a raucous had become quite the challenge. He didn't like being followed by adoring fan girls.. sure it was an ego boost and the cocky side of him loved it, but the ever-so-small, humble part of him desperately wanted to blend in and save the attention for when he wanted it. His name had been lighting up magazines and news stations for quite some time now.. it seemed all the stunts he'd been pulling were dragging him down in star tragedy infamy. Sure it sounded wonderful to anyone on the outside, but with an ever-cranky and cracking down manager, it wasn't as good as it seemed. The silver lining was wearing off, so to speak. Sure he liked the sudden fame, the sudden money, attention, and privileges. Who wouldn't? He'd be crazy and a downright liar to say he didn't like it at all. However, he did wish there was an on/off switch. He could turn on his fame when he was feeling a little insecure and needy, and off in times like these when his hangover was giving him hell and he just wanted to nurse it back to health.

He was walking down the street, simply because the giant SUV's that dropped him off about a quarter mile up would have caused a huge scene for the coffee shop. Sure he knew he had dozens of people he could have sent after the coffee to bring it back to him, but he wanted to be human today. Not one of those inhuman machines that the world knew as Hollywood's finest actors. He almost chuckled at the irony of it all. He'd worked hard for quite some time so he could send people after his coffee.. so he didn't have to do anything for himself... so he could buy four cars and drive them all in the same day. But here he was, walking, to retrieve his own coffee. It was a bit of a change for his manager and the other staff that usually provided him with anything he could ever want. They just laughed when he said he wanted to go out by himself today. But he insisted. He knew he needed a change in his life. His manager had suggested dropping his drinking habit, but that would never happen. Tristan Silvers and drinking belonged together, just like any other cliche pair. He knew he was addicted, and he knew it wasn't any good for a person, but he also respected that he couldn't stop and he didn't have any time for rehab right now. He had just finished playing a terrorist for Six Lives, and was preparing to leave for Canada to film Slayer by Night. Thinking about his upcoming role had him thinking, though. How did he always manage to land roles of villains that ended up dead? It was a pattern in his work that no one but him had noticed, and for that he was glad. People would start throwing out accusations, and those wouldn't help him in the slightest. He was finally out of the cloud of a mess that happened with Paige, and with the aid of several other willing women, he was Tristan Silvers again.

He pulled open the door to the Starbuck's, placing his glasses on the top of his head. He was instantly swarmed with people taking photos on their camera phones and asking him questions and for autographs. He wanted to crawl in a hole, and instantly regretted coming out here. He rolled his eyes, trying to nicely shove through the small crowd. "Go back to your coffees and let me get mine,

[/color]" he stated, finally breaking free. He cleared his throat and got to the counter, where the barista just sort of stared, jaw slightly open. He flashed her a dashing smile, and he watched her just sort of sigh happily. "Yeah.. how about an iced coffee, sweetheart,[/color]" he said, his green eyes sparkling. The coffee appeared faster than he could have imagined. No matter how long he'd been a star, the willingness of commoners to please him still surprised him. "No charge," the waitress spat at him quickly, and he just smiled his appreciation, eager to escape the scrutiny. And he'd been hoping no one recognized him. He hadn't looked like this in ages - for the past several months he'd had a beard and his hair was short. Now his brown hair had grown out to a comfortable length and he was clean shaven.. but the recognition skills of the people never failed. He turned around to find the same mass of people, and in his searching for the exit amongst them, his eyes inevitably fell to the blonde in the corner. Everyone knew Tristan was a sucker for a hot blonde.. if you wanted to score with Tristan, your chances were much better if you weren't a brunette. The first thing he noticed was of course her hair color, but then he was shocked to notice he actually knew the girl. Not just from around acting, but from before he made it big. He smiled to himself, crossing the shop while ignoring the people crowding him. "Shit, can't a man get a coffee in peace,[/color]" he said as he took the seat across from her. He took a moment to look at her face, and chuckled lightly. "Late night?" It was rather obvious that was the case, though she looked flawless as usual. He knew why he'd hooked up with her back then. "No matter. I'm here to perfect your day," his tone was cocky, his smirk only more so.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]

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hey there, elle montgomery

[/color], this is for you. it's 951 words long, and he's wearing this and lookin' mighty fine. the creds go to me for all the graphics and dusty springfield - the look of love for the lyrics. in other news, hope it's okay D:.[/justify]

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[eleidh]

once you try it on, you can't live without it

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so show me off, parade me around i'm like the

{ last piece on a mannequin, just take me down }

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Elle usually craved social interaction, it was one of the things she couldn't live without but there were the rare times when she wanted peace and quiet. She couldn't help the frown that crossed her face as she studied the gossip column as if it were a bible; tuning out the rest of the world had been a lot easier when the coffee shop hadn't been so damn noisy. Reluctantly, she tore her eyes away from the page to see a bunch of fangirls swamping someone trying to get a coffee, she'd have laughed if she hadn't been bitten by the green eyed bug. Sometimes she wished that things were like that for her, yes there were the few "Can I get a picture?" moments, or when she was attending an event, she'd sign autographs for the people who wanted one for the sake of having something - but she was far from the A-List and knew that if she wanted to get there then she'd have to pull her finger out. It wasn't like she hadn't tried in her auditions, but the fact is she always lost out to the bigger names - they were reliable and she was an unknown. But it wouldn't be that way forever, she was determined that she'd make it to Hollywood's elite - and it wasn't as easy as people assumed it to be. There was no such thing as "sleeping your way to the top", she'd tried that one back in her modelling days and ended up being coaxed, whilst in a drunken state, into making a sex tape - whereabouts currently unknow to Eleidh. All she knows is that her ex-boyfriend has it tucked safely away somewhere, ready to use when he needs it. It still creeped her out thinking that he had it - he could have sold it..lost it..copied it..Anything. But she'd been brunette when that happened, so if worst came to worst she could always attempt at denying it - though, it wasn't something worth worrying about.

It wasn't long before her bible studying was interrupted yet again, by a voice she recognised instantly and knew only too well. She should have guessed. Tristan Silvers had been the cause of all the noise and disruption, he was a new A-Lister and well, girls couldn't get enough him. Nobody could. But then again, he hadn't had much trouble getting attention before he got big and started having his business splashed about the tabloids like it was nobody's business. "No he can't, not when that man happens to be you, anyway." She gave up all hopes of finishing the article and flicked the glossy magazine shut as she raised her eyes to study his face, a grin toying her lips, which were shimmering lightly thanks to her lipgloss. Raising a delicate, carefully plucked brow, Elle folded her arms across her chest, shaking her head lightly. "Just you sit and make yourself comfortable. Not like I was busy or anything..?" Oozing with sarcasm, she meant it to be a playful jibe. He was the kind of man that she could happily gaze at all day and find no flaw with his appearance, only to get irritated and annoyed within thirty seconds of being in his company. Pouting lightly, she uncrossed her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder, making a small "Hmph" in protest, though he was right in saying that she'd had a late night - it wasn't something she wanted pointed out. "I went out and got off my face, it was great. You wouldn't know though, I doubt you have time for any of the real parties." There was a Hollywood party, with lots of schmoozing and making connections, then there were the Hollywood parties that were crammed with..everyone and everything, all the drinks you can handle and nobody giving a shit about how many directors you've worked alongside and whether or not you can drop ten pounds before filming begins. That was something she'd never give up, no matter where she ended up.

Sitting up straighter in her chair, she took note of the cocky little smirk he was sporting, thinking back to when he'd been a nobody just like her and was worth hooking up with. True, he was everything she loved and hated in a guy and there was nothing bad to be said about the sex - but she fell for the hidden charms and as always, regretted it in the end. Laughing softly, Elle reached out for her coffee cup and took a much needed sip before returning to studying his face, a smile that gave nothing away as to how she was truely feeling. The kind of smile someone gives in obligation, though it leaves you wondering if it was genuine or simply nothing. Of course hers was genuine, she was just still a little pissed about the noise and the pathetic, begging stares of the girls in the coffee shop. "If you've come up with a miracle hangover cure, then stick around. If not, I don't see how you could possibly perfect my day." Cursing her lack of control over her mouth, Elle grinned lightly and ran a slender finger round the rim of her coffee mug. "But i'm blonde and hot, so I already know just seeing me has made your day ultimate perfection." She didn't mean to be vain, but there were times when she just couldn't help herself.

SHE'S TALKING THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH 942 TIMES. SCREAMING OUT FOR OPEN TO PICK UP THE PHONE WHILE SHE WALKS AROUND IN HER OUTFIT HERE, SWAYING TO WEAR MY KISS -SUGABABES AS SHE THINKS ABOUT NOT MY BEST...AND SHE KNOWS SHE HAS ME - DON'T STEAL TO BLAME FOR THIS MESS.

[hannah]

a look that time can't erase *
BE MINE TONIGHT LET THIS JUST BE THE START --

Tristan studied her face carefully, his eyes skimming over ever little detail. He loved blonds, it was absolutely no secret. There had even been a couple magazine articles where they picked apart his personality and tried to tell why he preferred one hair color over the next but it was just simple fact. He didn't find any reason behind it.. it was just his preference. Just the fact that they were trying to define something Tristan Silvers did; make sense out of it even was nearly unbelievable. There was almost always absolutely no reason behind what he did and the choices he made aside from pure desire, to attributing it to personality flaws or some in depth psychological reason was just time consuming and pointless. He stared deeply into her crystal eyes, surrounded by perfectly applied smokey eye makeup, making a conscious effort to connect with her on more than just a physical level. That was usually the depth to which his attractions went, and he was alright with it most of the time. In fact, when they went deeper was when he got himself into some deep shit. He chuckled a little when she said that he couldn't. It was true.. everyone these days was star struck and he couldn't blame them. In his unknown days he was the same way... well, sort of. He lifted his iced coffee to his lips, taking a drink. Here on the west coast it was almost always too hot for real coffee, so the star preferred to drink it iced. Again, just a preference based on frugal desires. He was picky to a certain point, like how he liked his coffee and what he wanted to see in bed, but there were more things he could care less about.

"Well just don't mind if I do," he shot back with just as much sarcasm. He knew she still harbored some resentment toward him.. most every girl he dated and cheated on did. But, being a typical guy, he really didn't care about the way she felt toward him. He was only interested really in flirting with her and being a goof ball. Tristan was done being serious with women, and with life in general. He watched her pout about him having noticed the fatigue in the recesses of her eyes. He was more astute than he usually let on. He did notice some of the things girls did and thought were subtle, he just didn't let them know. He liked the subtleties for what they were and accepted them as such, usually deciding to make it unknown that he discovered them. However, in this case, pointing it out would drive her up the wall and he knew that, so he would use it to full advantage. Hearing her explanation, he just smiled knowingly. He was fully aware of the parties she was talking about. He hadn't been to one recently - regrettably, time had been rather short for the young star. She was correct in her assumption, of course he hadn't expected her to be wrong. She was smart despite the rep blonds often got about being stupid, and he liked that about her. "I've been known to throw some outrageous trailer parties," he defended himself, referring to his earlier time spent in Morocco, where he spent most of his time drunk or getting there. When he first began filming, he was all the time drinking, abusing his new stardom. He'd since grown out of it but he did miss the intense parties with more liquor than he could drink and more women than he could possibly fuck.

He leaned an elbow on the table, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He laughed at her statement, rolling his eyes. "Losing control of your drinking again, huh?" he teased, his green eyes shrinking away from the light filtering in from the window, giving away his own hungover state. He laughed for a couple seconds at her statement about being blonde and hot. She did have a point.. although, it was just short of ultimate perfection. "Oh come on Elle.. you're hot, but you're not that hot.." he teased again, his sideways smirk nothing short of teasing as he stared her down. He wondered how she would take the ego blow... "Besides, I doubt there's room for me in your vagina anymore with that ego, sweetheart." He had to work to not snicker at his own little joke, but the longer it fermented in the air the more he realized he might not get to fuck her again anytime soon. Shit, he didn't want to do that.. No, he had her wrapped around his finger. There wasn't a problem. He gave a teasing wink as he lifted the cup to his lips again, taking a satisfying drink. It was obvious he was joking, just poking a little fun at her. He fully expected her to come up with a burn back at him, and was ready with his shield.

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hey there, elle montgomery

[/color], this is for you. it's 837 words long, and he's wearing this and lookin' mighty fine. the creds go to me for all the graphics and dusty springfield - the look of love for the lyrics. in other news, i'm sorry this sucks ass.[/justify]

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[eleidh]

once you try it on, you can't live without it

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so show me off, parade me around i'm like the

{ last piece on a mannequin, just take me down }

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Elle wasn't oblivious to the fact that he was looking at her, studying her face with what seemed like intentional concentration but she held her own, never once moving her eyes from his. She preferred when people kept eye contact with her or at least looked at her face whilst talking, else she panicked and assumed they were looking at some imperfection on her body - Elle knew it was such a pathetic thing to get wound up over, but she was so paranoid about it that she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't help but notice how he'd changed slightly from the last time she'd spoken to him, it could have had something to do with his hair. She liked it short, but men were so adamant on growing it out these days that if she wanted to find a decent guy to take home at the end of the night, then she had to deal with the long hair and him using her straightening irons in the morning before scuttling off home. Now the times like that, were the times where she wondered why they hell she did the stupid things she did. She wasn't incredibly fussy, despite the high maintenance jibes she recieved from a lot of people who didn't know her well, it doesn't take much to make the girl happy. Then again, most people assumed she was some easy, ditzy, always up for a good time blonde who couldn't even spell her own name. When in fact, none of that was strictly true. Alright, so she was always up for going downtown and into the latest clubs to have some fun when she wasn't filming, but so was everybody else so she couldn't really be faulted for that.

She rolled her eyes at his returned sarcasm, ready to call him something obscene and be her usual hot-headed self, Elle decided against it and shrugged it off, opting to take a soothing sip of her coffee instead. Whether the West Coast was suffering from an early summer or a terrible winter, she was still going to drink her cappucino no matter what. Focusing her attention back onto Tristan, Elle got that usual pang of irritation that came with talking to him. He was great to look at but they ended up irritating each other eventually, which might have had something to do with Elle and her refusal to let the past slide, referring to him as a cheating bastard everytime they wound themselves up so much that it looked like they could possible kill one another, given the chance. It was shortly after their short lived relationship, if that's what they could have called it, ended that Elle slowly found herself disliking relationships even more then declaring a dating rule against her self. She realised that she could have so much more fun if she just stopped tying herself down to men that she didn't really want to spend her entire life with. Watching the all knowing smile appear on his face, her hand twitched while it remained holding her cup of coffee as she refrained the urge of slapping the smile off his face herself. Smirking lightly, she nodded the way an adult would do when spoken to by a toddler rambling on about nonsense and you have no choice other than to nod along and pretend like you know, when it's clear by the look on your own face that you couldn't care less. "So that's how you keep meeting these trampy blondes of yours? Through trailer parties?" She retorted quickly, thinking back to the articles she had been reading and what she'd been told to her by others regarding him and his not so latest.

She could be harsh when she wanted to be, but there were times when she really didn't mean to be that way. Mocking him in his actions, she mirrored him leaning an elbow on the table and resting her chin in the palm of her hand, smiling triuphantly as she did so. There was no reason to it, but she was only trying to be a pain. Saying nothing about his drinking comment, she merely leaned forward slightly after she got a glimpse of how sensitive his eyes were to the light, how is skin wasn't as great as it should have been and she guessed that she hadn't been the only one having a good time. Narrowing her blue eyes, ready for accusing hm - she laughed teasingly, watching him carefully. "Looks like someone was having a one man party last night with several bottles of something decent I hope.. " Unless he'd went out, but she highly doubted that. Ouch. "'Scuse you, but this-" Gesturing toward herself with an indignant look upon her face, half joking, half shocked she continued quickly, "-is better than that..last thing you dated. Seriously, I thought you had standards." She wasn't going to walk on eggshells about it, but she wasn't going to keep asking about the whole thing, there was no point. Though, if he kept going the way he was going, he wasn't going to be able to have anyone. She couldn't help but laugh at his little jibe though, true - most girls would have been offended had anyone said that to them, but he wasn't serious. And if he was, she still wouldn't care. Smirking, she nodded slowly - "Well, I don't think i'd want your manwhore dick anywhere near me. I've no idea where you've been sticking that thing lately." Elle was pretty independent, she liked to think that she was smart and didn't let people take advantage of her but to some people she just couldn't say no. Whether it was because she didn't want to say no, or because she just physically couldn't, didn't really matter but if he asked her to jump, the chances are she'd ask How High. She did have her limits though, Elle wasn't totally wrapped.

SHE'S TALKING THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH 1029 TIMES. SCREAMING OUT FOR TRISTAN TO PICK UP THE PHONE WHILE SHE WALKS AROUND IN HER OUTFIT HERE, SWAYING TO WEAR MY KISS -SUGABABES AS SHE THINKS ABOUT SORRY THIS SUCKS DONKEY BALLS D:AND SHE KNOWS SHE HAS ME - DON'T STEAL TO BLAME FOR THIS MESS.