spinning lies, catching flies., ruby

[DARIUS FITZGERALD III]

-------- the concept was simple for darius. it was a routine that was set in stone and full-proof. his dark hair, bright eyes and olive skin was enough to make any girl swoon over him, and tonight he was just looking for a fuck and run. a quick and simple lay where there was no obligation, no exchanging of information (maybe not even names) and fast enough that he could curl up with his pillow tonight satisfied in his own bed. the likely hood of that last part was high, darius was a looker. he knew it. girls knew it. it was a nice equation that allowed him to bed just about anyone he wanted and tonight, well he didn’t have any specific standards. he wanted a prey tonight though, someone a little weaker that he could just quickly manipulate into doing what he wanted. mind fucking was a straightforward game for darius and he played it upon everyone. he used words, actions, sweet tones and his famous, soft chuckle to win over the hearts of many different girls. he had recalled his father's words of unhappiness following with the life style that darius had chosen to follow, but darius had scoffed in his father's direction. that idea seemed unlikely to him, he was quite happy with his life. he did not need anything in his life regardless of his strive to have more. darius refused to actually think, let alone dwell on the idea that he was unhappy and unsatisfied with his life. he was more than happy, he was perfect.

--------a glass slid into his awaiting hand and he just nodded to the bartender, not caring to say thank you. the nod was more like an silent thank you but the words never came from his lips. darius played the gentlemen card in public, he was always spinning lies and fake stories, but he never changed his name. he just needed to get sympathy, laughter, or something in order to keep himself entertained while listening to people talk, in which he had absolutely no interest in hearing. the stories began to be told when he was in his youth, being twenty-one, darius didn’t feel so youthful anymore. at the age of seven was when he told his first lie to his parents, the simple “i didn’t do it” lie. of course, he did. but the elaborate story that he told was one for the books in his mind. spinning a lie, into another lie into another until darius was like the black widow spinning a web to catch his flies. he had caught many, very few escaped unharmed by his wicked ways. most stuck around because, well darius was an attractive man with intelligence, with an evil genius kind of thinking. it was a hard package to come by plus, darius’ reputation progressed in paris, living here his whole life had it's downfall.

his favorite had to be the french from other parts or the american tourists. what suckers they were. easily falling for the sob stories he told, never changing the actual story of his life. no, he was proud to say he was from paris , france and a rich community but he would tell stories of his imaginary dog that he made come to life through his tall tales. stories of a little boy who just wanted attention from his parents, which was the most far-fetched tale of all. darius had always wanted his parents to leave him the fuck alone. and when he was force into a boarding school and then into a university, darius happily took the chance to be away from his parents.

--------oh how easy he could spin tales but the idea was boring him at the moment. he had stories going through his mind as he sipped the scotch on a rocks and checked out the potential prey in the bar. the liquid burned as it went down his throat, letting him feel like he was satisfied, but of course darius wasn’t so satisfied at the moment. he knew how to become satisfied but nothing was really catching his eye at this particular pub. it was slim pickings and despite the lowering of standards for tonight’s prey, he didn’t lower them this much. he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning his neck ever so slightly to peer at the rather unattractive woman trying to get his attention. he chuckled softly, and just removed her hand from his shoulder and shook his head with a disappointing sigh "désolé chérie, mais putain pas. (sorry honey, but fuck no.)" he couldn’t help but chuckle at the feeble attempt to get his attention. it wasn’t happening with that girl tonight, but darius’ eyebrow arched as he looked across the bar. a female, pretty, innocent enough looking. bingo. he eyed her drink for a moment, tapping the bar once more and told the bartender to give her as many more as she wanted—on him of course. darius slid off the bar stool, readjusting his tie (he had just snuck out of a family event) and quickly knocked back the last of his scotch. he moved through the crowd effortless, getting closer and closer to his target. a smile was upon his face as he slid between the two barstools, and leaned in "je voudrais demander si vous vouliez boire un verre, mais j'ai pris la liberté de déjà vous acheter autant que vous voulez (i would ask if you wanted a drink, but i took the liberty of already buying you as many as you want)" he whispered softly into her ear. he pulled back, giving her a charming smile before he tapped the bar once more. he loved how easy it was to get attention at the bar, even from the bartenders "donner à la dame ce qu'elle veut, et donne-moi une autre scotch sur les rochers (give the lady whatever she wants, and get me another scotch on the rocks)"] he said, a demanding tone in his voice before sitting down on the barstool next to her. he leaned in again, that charming smile still on his lips "Je suis Darius. et qui es-tu belle? (i’m darius. and who are you beautiful?)" as he purposefully tickled her neck with his hot breath. hot and bothered, it was exactly how he liked his girls.

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--------TAGGED dibbed by ruby charrie
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE good.
--------WORDS 1079
--------NOTES had dar muse xD

[SARAH MCCONAUGHEY]

you won't find her around. you can look but you won't see the girl

A groan escaped a pair of glossed lips as the phone buzzed once again for the fifteenth time for the past five minutes. Seriously. Can't a girl get in a good nap for once? She had way too much to drink last night, and she was beyond worn out from the threesome. All she was asking for was two hours of sleep. Was that too much to ask for? She was so tempted to chuck her Blackberry into the toilet and flush it down. But then that meant she had to get up, walk over to the washroom, flush the toilet, wash her hands, and walk all the way back to her warm and cozy bed. Sighing in annoyance, she reached over her alarm clock and took hold of the phone before skimming through the text messages, relieving it of its seizuring misery. Every message was from her friends who asked, pleaded, and begged her to join them at the club. That was it? They wasted the five minutes she could have spent sleeping to ask her to go party with them. Well thanks a lot. That was five minutes of her life that she'd never get back. Throwing the phone to the other end of the bed, she collapsed backwards, her head hitting the pillow as she stared at the white ceiling. She didn't feel like partying. She hasn't had enough sleep as it is because of it. She was practically a chain partier, and basically a borderline alcoholic. But why did that matter? She was here to party. She was a freshman at college, and her plan was to party her ass off since she graduated from high school. Still, she was exhausted.

However, a drink did sound very tempting. Especially with the murdering happening around here, she could use all the drinks she could get. She'd never ever admit it, but she was a little bit scared. Okay, she was really scared, but you can't exactly blame her. Her own mother had been murdered for crying out loud. And for all she knew, the murderer running around campus could have been the one who murdered her mother. Although it was highly doubtful considering her mother had been murdered in Toronto, and they were currently in Paris. It might as well be world's away. She shook her head. All this fucked up murdering shit was getting to her head. She was not going to let this psychotic freak ruin her college years. She was here to have fun, and she wasn't going to let anyone- especially some murderer- ruin this for her. She was going to have a damn good time, and she wasn't going to give the murderer the satisfaction of knowing that she was afraid of him. Her. It. Whatever. Plus, if the freak did plan to kill her. She'd rather die drunk. At least she wouldn't exactly know what was going on. Nodding in agreement with herself, she threw the blanket aside, got out of bed and went for a shower. It was becoming a routine for Sarah. Go to bed, drink coffee, shower, get dressed, get drunk, get laid, and go to bed. Not that she really minded. At least she was having fun.

Stepping into her white dress, she dabbled on some make up, accessorized herself, and was out the door in a matter of minutes. She eyed the car keys in her clutch for a second, wondering if it'd be a good idea to take the car tonight. She shook her head. Nah, she was going to get hammered tonight. And it wasn't like she was planning on heading back to the dorm any time soon. Her thumbs danced across the tiny keyboard, immediately sending out a reply to her friends saying she'd be there in a couple of minutes. After hailing a cab, she was there in minutes- just like she had promised. She tousled her dark curls a little, throwing some locks over her shoulder before throwing some cash at the cab driver. Sarah smirked, not even bothering to line up with the rest of the tourists, she flashed the bouncers her ID and proceeded to go in. Not once did either men even try to stop her. Please, when you're a Mcconaughey, you don't ever have to line up. Anywhere. And the great thing about Europeans is that the age limit was sixteen. She was more than legal. Unlike her hometown Vancouver. She was just borderline legal. She scanned the dance floor, her brown eyes trying to catch a familiar figure. But to her surprise, none of her friends were around. She texted them again and instantly got a response. "Sorry S, we got kicked!" She sighed in frustration, dumping her phone back in her clutch. Great. She came all the way for nothing. What the hell was she going to do now? She only showed up here was because of her friends, and now they tell her they got kicked out. This was just fantastic. Sarah shoved her way through the sweaty figures, finally reaching the bar.

She got herself a whiskey and sipped it silently, trying her best not to fume. She huffed, whatever. She showed up, so she might as well enjoy her time anyway. She was sure there was someone in here she could sucker into taking her home. Someone good looking, and wasn't looking for commitment. God knows she was not going to sleep with another guy that thought she wanted a relationship from them. Clearly, she was a magnet for these guys. Her eyes scanned the club once more, but unluckily for her, every guy here seemed to be occupied by another girl or girls. She rolled her eyes. Fantastic. She turned around in her stool and downed her whiskey, putting her drink down and slapping a bill on the table. She grabbed her clutched and was ready to turn and go before she felt a presence next to her. She shivered a little at the whispered words who belonged to a sexy voice. Whose lips happened to be very very close to her ear. She let a smile grace her pink glossed lips, turning her attention to the voice. Next to her was a dark haired guy with a very strong structured face. He looked and sounded exactly like a bad boy. He had pouty lips, and an extremely toned body.

Her eyes drifted back to his, a playful smile on her own lips, "Etes-vous sûr de vouloir? Je peux maintenir ma alcool. [are you sure you want to? i can hold down my alcohol]" The perks about having a father who hated you was that he tended to send you as far away as possible. And France was one of those places. It did help that her mother was French. She smirked as he demanded from the bartender to give her whatever she wanted, "Ce que je veux? [whatever I want?]" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She smiled sexily at the bartender, trying to get a rise out of him, "Puis-je avoir un baiser? [can I have a kiss?]" She laughed a little at his expression, "Je plaisante. Je vais avoir les mêmes. [just kidding. i'll have the same.]" She kept her control as the stranger tried to get her worked up when he tickled her neck with his sweet breath. She placed her index finger under his chin and tilted it up a little so she could look up and meet his gaze instead of having him so close to her. "It's Sarah." She told him, grabbing her scotch and taking a swig before putting it back down. She stepped off her chair and pushed herself up until she was sitting on the table, leveling herself so she was taller than the stranger, spreading her legs a little, teasing him. Hard to get. That's how she liked to play.

TAGGED: DARIUS F. WORDS: 1323. WEARING: THIS. NOTES: MY FIRST POST WAS BETTER >.>

[DARIUS FITZGERALD III]

-------- he tapped the top of the glass with his finger, indicating that he wanted some more as he locked eyes with the bartender. one more, a thank you never passed his lips as the third glass of the night was slid into his hand and he turned his attention back to the girl. darius had to listen to her, almost as if he was studying to determine the approach for the rest of the night to work out in both their favors. as taking a girl home was always a win-win situation for the boy and the girl, darius liked to think that it was more a win situation for the girl when it came to him. his hip rested against the bartop, leaning into it as his eyes slowly scanned up and down. stunning was the best word to describe the girl with her doe brown eyes, sexy curls and long legs. the dress was hugging her body perfectly and left very little to the imagination as it flowed down her torso and cut off just halfway into her thighs. that was something that darius would have wanted to see more of. he listened to her voice, grinning at the french accent, a little broken in some places but he was able to understand just about everything she spoke. a sweet voice was what he would describe, wondering if she was even from around here. her brown eyes met his and he could not help but allow a very small smile to grace his lips as he heard her, ”je n'ai jamais été aussi sûr de rien dans ma vie (i have never been so sure of anything in my life)”. chuckling, he leaned in just a little closer, his french spoken fluently and perfectly as it was his first language. however, being as rich and famous (in france at least) that the fitzgerald name was, darius was forced to learn several languages. english was his second best, then german and a twinge of italian were the languages under his belt at the moment. of course, it was all to keep up the image and able to communicate with the associates when the business would one day be passed down to him.

-------- his hand wrapped around the glass once more, lifting it to his lips with a simple manly grace to him. darius had always been about appearances and never failed to look his best no matter where he was at. the suit that he was in was not his first choice for this evening attire but he did look sharp, but he was also a little over dressed as he had escaped the gala that his parents had been throwing. a quick blackmail to his grandfather and he had been able to sneak right out the front door. the memories surfacing caused a proud look to cross his features as he looked at the girl. she was something, a rare creature to find in france and even more so in the bars and darius was not willing to let her slip away that fast. his attention was turned back to her as she spoke, genuinely interested in what she had to say. he laughed at her comment, glancing to the bartender with a shrug as the confused bartender refilled the drink for the dazzling woman sitting before him. he lifted his drink back to his lips and took another sip, letting the liquid go down followed by the seer that erupted in his throat. a satisfying burn but one that caused him to suck in a bit of air and turned his eyes to the bartender, shooting him a glare as he saw his eyes wonder across her body. the glare resulted in the bartender moving to the other side of the bar and darius’ gaze softened as his attention was turned back to the girl. sarah, not a unique name but one that he had not heard in a while. he took her hand off the table, gently brushing his thumb over the skin on the back of her hand, lingering in his touch for just a moment before lifting it to his lips. he tenderly kissed the back of her hand, his lips too lingering and then proceeded to drop her hand back to it’s original spot. a friendly, natural looking smile was on his lips as he muttered, ”pleasure to meet you.”. his english was a little broken but people could still understand him all the same, chuckling, he took another sip before watching her closely.

-------- a true pleasure to meet this girl was more like it. watching her, he took a small step back and allowed her the space to move as she shifted in her seat. he wondered if she was going to walk away from him, it would be a rare time when his charm didn’t work, but it did happen occasionally and darius was not in the best mood to chase. he could tell by the way that she had positioned herself that this was going to be a little bit of a cat and mouse, a simple chase that would hopefully end with him and her between the sheets of his penthouse apartment bed. ”not from around here, are you?” he asked the rhetorical question, her perfect english was a good indicator. ”so where are you from?” he asked stepping closer to her as the noise around them grew. he kept his hands to himself for a moment, glancing down to her legs and seeing them spread, his thoughts starting to turn darker as he turned his head to look up at her, ”comfy?” he asked with a small smirk before stepping even closer to her. his hand moved across the small space between her and his glass, resting on top of her knee and slowly grazing upward, smoothly. it was not normal for darius to move so fast in his conquests but she was challenging him and he was not afraid to answer the call. ”so what is a belle like you, sitting here all alone for?” he spoke with his broken english once more, his french accent more prominent than ever as his fingers continued to slide up her leg. he reached the hem of her dress, plying with the fabric in between his fingers before leaning in a little closer, whispering in her ear, ”you should be a little more careful darling, you don’t know what kind of people circuit this bar”. a warning? something like that, a precaution to say that he did not warn her, but he was nearly positive that a smart ass comment was going to pass through her lips. chuckling, to make it seem like it was nothing more than a joke, his removed his hand from the hem of her dress and reached for his drink to knock it back, glancing at her from over the top of the glass with a raised eyebrow.

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--------TAGGED ruby/sarah <3
--------STATUS complete
--------MUSE good.
--------WORDS 1163
--------NOTES wrote this so fast, but it's so bad sorry x.x he's just getting warmed up too xD

[SARAH MCCONAUGHEY]

you won't find her around. you can look but you won't see the girl

Okay. So maybe her French grammar needed a little attention, but at least she could hold a decent conversation, and it wasn't like she butchered the sound- unlike the way most tourists do. Nor was it her fault that teachers make learning French feel like a chore. But it helped that her mother was French, so it was easier for Sarah to understand what people were saying. All that really mattered at the end of the day was that she understood the language, and could hold a conversation. Anything else was just a waste of time. She wasn't here to improve her French, or enhance her acting or singing skills. The sole reason for her enrollment to Sorbonne was because this was where her mother went to school. She figured, she'd feel closer to her this way. Little did she know, a murderer was roaming around school, probably happy to oblige teh reuiniting of mother and daughter. She wasn't sure why her brother had decided to come along, but she was glad he did. Even though she'd never tell him that. That's the beauty of siblings. You don't ever have to show it, but they'll always know that you love them. That was Zach and her. They try to stay away from each other as much as possible, but the second one of them was in trouble, they'd shoot down cops to see the other if it came to that. Which it probably would when it came to the Mcconaughey kids like these two.

Being only ten months apart, these two tended to act like they were actually twins. They were the biggest troublemakers around, and schools were always forewarned to never put the two in the same class together. They can only make that mistake so many times. But when their mom passed away... Well, Sarah just kind of lashed out at everyone- including her own brother- and just stopped caring for anyone. She pushed away everyone she could, and just alltogether stopped being nice to anyone. The two often faught, and even though they didn't hang out much anymore, the two still cared for one another. But it wasn't long before she just lost control of her life. By the age of thirteen, she had already been to more parties than a college freshman. She had slept with more guys than a prostitute. And she was tougher than a pro wrestler. So it wasn't a surprise that five years later, she was still the same person with a higher tolerance for alcohol than most guys altogether, had some expectations for those who wanted to sleep with her, and never backed out of anything without a fight. So perhaps she was going on a downward spiral, but why did that matter to anyone? There was no one around to stop her. Not her mother, obviously not her father, and her brother was just as bad.

By now, Sarah has learned how to judge a person without actually learning much about a person. All she needed to know was their expression, their body language, and their manipulation with words. For example, she could tell that Darius has had as much experience with situations like these as much as she has by the way he casually sauntered over here and bought her drinks as it was expected of him. And the way he kept leaning close to her did not only mean that he just wanted to be heard by her, he was trying to turn her on. She smiled politely at his response, nodding a little. He had to be sure if he was expecting to get some of her later in the night. It's what he's supposed to say. And she wasn't afraid to take the bait to his overused pick up lines. Darius' laugh was deep, and she had to admit, quite sexy. She wouldn't mind hearing his voice in bed every night. She sent the bartender her most innocent look, her eyes twinkling with laughter. The thing about being Sarah is that she had an innocent look going for her. Upon first look, you would most likely assume she was a super sweet girl that would no doubt give you a cavity. It wouldn't be until later on that they'd learn how wrong they were.

Her brown eyes averted back to Darius as the bartender filled up her cup once more. She could feel the gaze burning up and down her body, but she just leaned forward on the table, watching the bartender's gaze go down to her chest. She shook her head a little, a slight smirk on her face. He was too easy. That's no fun at all. They're too easy to toy with. It leaves no excitment for her, and then it ends up being a one sided pleasure thing. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Darius sending daggers at the bartender, resulting in her letting out a fit of giggles as the bartender moved at lightning speed to the other side of the bar. Claiming property already? Well that was fast. She casted him a curious glance, letting him take hold of her hand. She raised her eyebrow a little. Oh, so this guy did speak English. He had a thick French accent, but she understood him nevertheless. This time, Sarah leaned in close to him, just inches away from his face, "I bet that works on all the girls, doesn't it?" She whispered, an amused smile lingering on her face. Not that she minded. Hell, he probably slept around just as much as she had. Who was she to mind a guy using the same stunts on her?

No one special. They were just two strangers looking for a good lay with no strings attached. And she was just fine with that. She would do just about anything to forget about her mom or her asshole of a father. She shook her head a little at his rhetorical question. When you're in Europe, it's pretty easy to tell who was a tourist and who was a native. It was obvious that Sarah wasn't from around here, and sometimes that was a bad thing. Guys tend to take advantage of tourists. Especially American girls. But then technically, she wasn't American, now was she? But that didn't exactly mean that guys wasn't going to take advantage of her just because she was Canadian. Then again, though, if they were good looking enough and half as charming as this guy, she probably wouldn't have minded so much. She shrugged at him, "It doesn't really matter where I'm from, does it?" No need to exchange too much information. She wanted as little attachment as possible. She didn't particularly like learning names, but she did like hearing guys scream her name. But names were usually her limit. The less she knew about the guy, the less attachment there would be. And that's how she would like to keep things. Keep it anonymous.

Plus, it heightens the mysterious factor, and some guys tend to like hard-to-get girls. And Dani and herself were the best examples. Especially when they were around each other. Even though Sarah was completely straight, she still liked to make out with Dani. The first reason being it's fun. Second being Dani was a good kisser. And the third reason being that guys seemed to love it when they made out with each other. It turns them on. If only she was around now. She shook her head a little. Oh well. She kind of actually wanted this guy all to herself. So perhaps asking Dani to come would not be at her advantage. She smirked when she saw his eyes drop. She grinned at him, "Very. Very. Comfy." She could see that some guys in the club were already looking their way, but she didn't care about them anymore. The guy in front of her was what mattered the most as of now. She leaned in close to his face once more, her lips barely grazing his lips, "Does it really look like I'm all alone, Mr. Darius?" She asked, trying to hide her smile, all the while attempting not to shiver under his touch. You had to admit, any girl would be lucky just to have someone like him spend even a minute of his day on you. She smiled brightly at him, a small chuckle erupting, "And how do you know that I don't?" She asked, pursing her lips adorably.

TAGGED: DARIUS F. WORDS: 1421. WEARING: THIS. NOTES: IT'S CRAPPY!