Come here rude boy boy, is you big enough?;;

[shelby2]

& TONIGHT IMA LET YOU BE THE CAPTAIN

& TONIGHT IMA LET YOU DO YOUR THING, YEAH

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Man New York was so damn boring sometimes. The city that never sleeps my ass. Zoli had been in New York City for three days now and they had been three of the most uneventful nights of her life. Zoli was used to splitting her time between the Big Apple and Los Angeles due to her ongoing participation in one of the largest dance troupes in the city and her various jobs on the sets of Hollywood's most anticipated films and television shows. Her life was extremely hectic sometimes...but apparently not on Friday nights. And this was the second Friday in a row that Zoli had been sitting in her pied-à-terre apartment on 7th avenue wondering what she could possibly do. Going out to a club was no fun by herself, and she couldn't do any shopping this late. So tonight was shaping up to be a super lose.

And then her evening had been saved. A good while back, Zoli had been working on set when she had met the one and only De'Sean Terrance. He was intriguing to her. He was a pretty cool dude, all things considered, and there was absolutely no denying that he was a sexy dude. He was perfectly her type, as well. Fantastic sense of style, sexy face, nice body, and an interesting personality. However, there was some things about the young man that made Zoli approach him cautiously. She was one to get what she wanted, no matter what, but she didn't want to be in the tabloids for it. As far as she had seen, De'Sean was a professional flirt and it seemed to her like he had a pretty...active lifestyle. And if he was the kind of guy that was always caught up with groupies and it was well known, Zoli couldn't be seen with all of that. She was too classy for that kind of publicity.

But tonight, she was feeling wreckless. She was in New York City in an apartment stocked with alcohol and with nothing to do and De'Sean, by a lovely stroke of chance, just so happened to be three blocks away doing absolutely nothing as well. So of course she invited him over, who wouldn't? Sit at home bored or hang out with a cutie, even if he may turn out to be grimy as fuck? Hmm...no contest. Zoli let him know where to go once he got to the building and left the door unlocked as she started fixing herself up, because even though she was gonna be in sweats, she still needed to look presentable. This involved taking her hair down from the messy ponytail and arranging it in its usual messy, choppy style around her face.

Having decided to avoid wearing makeup, because she was feeling a bit too lazy to do so and she figured he may as well see her in true form, she was ready for her visitor in no time. Of course, that was also because she had failed to (read: chosen not to) change out of her grey capri-style sweatpants and white tank top that left much to be desired when it came to covering up her cleavage and that tattoos that took up a large part of her body. She sat back down at her computer and continued to chat, waiting on the arrival of her entertainment for the evening.

She heard the front door open and couldn't suppress the smirk that crossed her lips as she stood up and walked out of her room to greet the man standing in her doorway.

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tagged ,, DattyakaSID
words ,, 583
music ,, "Rude Boy" by Rihanna
other ,, baowbaowbaow
credits ,, charzard at caution

[desean]

`done `zolyana e. / shelbyy `546 words `zomgthatwasalittlebad.

Now De’sean could probably beg to differ on the whole boring city thing. He couldn't disagree more. Ever since he was born, he’d known the city literally never sleeps. Anyone that disagreed probably has no sense of…well, anything. Fun, excitement, partying…kinda depended on whom you were with while you were here. Then again, being the lovely social butterfly that he was, he’d live it up in New York even if he were alone. But he wasn’t. And in New York, he never will be. Not only will he always have people around him to keep him entertained, but he will also try his best to entertain those that aren’t. And that's not the case only in New York. Even if he was thrown in Kansas, he'd be able to have fun, with or without friends. Most likely with. Tonight was no different, though. What with his social tendencies and sense of fun. It was certainly something new.

It was the cutie from his old work, Zolyana Edeshko. He remembered working with her not a while ago on a couple productions. They got along well and before he knew it, they were good friends. He didn't expect to start liking her so quickly into their friendship, though. Well, in all honesty, he didn't expect to start liking her at all. But it happened. Something about her. She was surely different from the rest of them. Not that others weren't unique, but something about her, he liked that other girls didn't seem to have. Sense of individuality, maybe? He wasn't sure. He just knew he liked her more than a friend and that he didn't want to mess things up by ruining that friendship. She already seemed to know of his reputation. Why wouldn't she? She was a good friend after all.

She didn’t seem like the kind of girl who’d want her face on a tabloid after a crazy night or anything. He decided to respect that. Even though he was probably the biggest flirt, he never went out of his way to get what he wanted. Datty, too, got what he wanted all the time, but like I said, at the same time respected people that he wanted it from. Then again, he didn’t really want anything from Zoli. Yet. Kinda thought big of himself, that’s for sure. Not big enough to upset her on their first night out in NYC.

Now if Zolyana hadn’t made any plans with him, he would’ve found other plans with no problem. But he was still glad that it was Zoli that he’d hanging out with tonight. There was no doubt that he kinda liked her and really wanted to show her a good time that she was probably looking for tonight. Through text messages, she let him towards her place and in no time, he found him in front of her door. After a small knock, he stood at the door, waiting for her quietly and when she opened, he gave her a warm grin, letting himself slip inside without an invitation. He didn’t need one. Just kind of figured he was welcome inside her place. ”Heya there, cutie.” he said. For now, he dare not invade her personal space. She was a friend and he knew his boundaries.

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[shelby2]

& TONIGHT IMA LET YOU BE THE CAPTAIN

& TONIGHT IMA LET YOU DO YOUR THING, YEAH

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Zoli had surely calmed down a lot in the more recent years, and therefore her social life managed to suffer a bit. In her early adolescence (and up until her early adulthood), Zolyana had actually defined "living it up" in ways previously thought impossible. She went out every night, she ingested every form of drug or alcohol she could, and she always had a good time but she never could remember it. She was everywhere. She was at every club, every bar, every party and she even managed to make it to every class sometimes. But eventually, her lifestyle caught up with her and bit her in the ass. Not only did her wild ways land her in jail more times than she could even venture a guess, but it also almost killed her when an unfortunate drug overdose lead to a near fatal heart attack.

That was all it took. Zoli had to buckle down and focus on her future and her life. So she went to rehab (court mandated, of course, because she still didn't think she had a problem) and cleaned up her act a lot. Since then, she had been a different person. She still went out and had a good time, and she still drank whenever she wanted to, but she hadn't touched drugs and she didn't plan to do so and she had placed a much bigger emphasis on her careers; dancing and makeup/costume design. She had dreams and she was going to achieve them, even though it meant sacrificing her social life. Which it absolutely did, as Zoli hadn't been able to carry on a legitimate relationship in years, in spite of the fact that she often wished to be able to do so. After all, she was getting older and wiser and realizing that maybe it was about time she try that whole "boyfriend girlfriend" thing so as to guard against the almost sure possibility of becoming a cat lady.

But tonight, none of this was on her mind. Tonight...Zoli was bored and she wanted to have fun. And hell, she wanted to have fun with an attractive male, because that always made things far more interesting. How lucky for her that an attractive male was both available and willing to come through to keep her entertained. But, as it were, Zoli had always been pretty lucky in that respect so it wasn't exactly a surprise. She was, however, quite glad to have had things work out so wonderfully, because now her eventless night alone was sure to turn into something to write home about, but only in the most clean, and innocent way possible. She wasn't about to let De'Sean think he had some sort of incredible power of making her want to just take off her pants then and there, although had she been a less strong-willed female, she may have done just that.

Exiting her room and entering the main room of her flat, Zoli grinned at the man standing in the doorway, unsure whether or not she should laugh or frown at his comfort with just entering her house. She decided it was actually a pretty good sign of his confidence, so she wasn't upset at all. "How you doin, stud?" She asked him simply, quirking a brow as she leaned her petite frame against the wall and crossed her arms over her chest, studying him silently. She had no idea what on earth they would be doing this fine evening, but she was certainly feeling pretty good about deciding to invite him over.

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tagged ,, DattyakaSID
words ,, 603
music ,, "Rude Boy" by Rihanna
other ,, I suxxx ;(
credits ,, charzard at caution

[desean]

`done `zolyana e. / shelbyy `NO words `....

WORKIN' ON IT

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