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Post by Trix on Dec 13, 2017 1:59:07 GMT
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Dressed Like an Angel
I couldn't look you in the eye
Charlotte did her best to remain aloof about the whole thing, but she was buzzing inside with excitement. It only got more overwhelming with each time he tightened his arm around her and laughed. He was all for it and she couldn't believe it. She was so certain he'd want nothing to do with a party of snobs, and yet he seemed more excited than ever. Although, she did have a thick layer of skepticism about whether he would actually show up or not. She couldn't wait to talk to Spencer about it.
They arrived at the club and Charlotte was relieved at how drunk she was. Enough to be aware of her surroundings, but also enough not to care about what anyone else would think about her and her companion. Especially as he danced up on her like a total freak. She laughed, covering her mouth and shaking her head. Not long after she was jumping around and dancing against him as well. Her arms settled around his neck and she giggled.
After several minutes, she stopped and put a hand on his chest, breathing heavily, "I need another drink!" She staggered a bit before she steadied herself and headed towards the bar, not paying any mind to whether he was going to follow or not.
You're so very special, but I'm a creep.
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Post by Nu on Dec 13, 2017 10:18:08 GMT
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Murder on The Dancefloor
But you better not kill the groove
Charlotte responded well to his dancing and Max was pretty damn glad she did. He most certainly was not going to enjoy himself with someone who cared too much about cutting loose. He would have been sorely disappointed if Charlotte was that type.
Thankfully she wasn't and they danced until both of them needed a breather. He followed behind her, trying hard not to stare too much below the belt. Well, he didn't try that hard.
Once at the bar, he called the bartender over and ordered for both of them. "Are you having fun, love?" He asked over the din.
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Post by Trix on Dec 13, 2017 17:14:26 GMT
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When she was certain that he was behind her, she couldn't help but smile. His attention being focused on her was intoxicating in itself, but she needed as much alcohol as she could consume so that the haze didn't let up. She knew when she sobered, his attention would be elsewhere and she'd be miserable again.
He called the bartender for them both and ordered her a drink. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she leaned against the bar and nodded with a smile. Fun didn't hold enough weight compared to what she was having. Charlotte could see it. She could see what it would be like to date him or even to just be his play thing. At this rate, she didn't think she'd mind either. She'd been used for fun before and it had never made her feel quite as light as this did. Even if she was just a rebound, she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
"Are you?" She asked turning to face him with her elbows resting on the bar now.
You're so very special, but I'm a creep.
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Post by Nu on Dec 15, 2017 3:07:23 GMT
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But you better not kill the groove
If only Max knew of Charlotte's uncertainty about his attention. He would have assuaged it by making sure she knew there was nowhere else he would rather be. He didn't know why ever since the party, he had become so drawn towards Charlotte. He knew he wasn't so shallow that the answer would be because she was beautiful. He was always surrounded by good-looking people but they didn't have the same tug and pull Charlotte seemed to have over him.
He gave a smile at her positive response and was hit with a sensation he never felt before. Without thinking too much about it, he leaned forward and cupped his hand over her cheek, brushing her cheekbone with his thumb before closing the gap completely between them and pressing his lips against hers.
They were soft, as soft as he had been imagining them. He got off the stool he had been occupying to deepen the kiss, sliding his other hand around her waist but leaving enough room for her to pull away. God, he hoped she wouldn't pull away.
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Post by Trix on Dec 15, 2017 4:43:45 GMT
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The reaction she got from her question was sudden and far from expected. But it was...nice? That wasn't the word she wanted to use, but it was all she could think. It was warm and intoxicating and addicting. She could only compare it to the high she got from the medication she took to ease her anxiety. Charlotte knew she should pull away, that this was only happening because they were both caught up in a moment. It was definitely the alcohol, the dancing, being in England. It was their circumstances, she couldn't believe it was anything more.
But she lived for it. That moment was exactly what she needed. The stress of being back after years away from her family, the stress of her older brother being back, worrying about Miles, worrying about everything. She finally got the relief she had been craving.
Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. She was hesitant because she knew the amount of destruction she was about to cause herself. He was really going to do a number on her. When she pulled back for some air, she leaned her forehead against his chest and found herself breathing heavily. Spencer was never going to believe this. And she didn't know if she should even bother telling her. She couldn't bear to look at him yet.
You're so very special, but I'm a creep.
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Post by Nu on Dec 15, 2017 16:20:19 GMT
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But you better not kill the groove
Her response only made him pull her closer and suddenly nothing around them was relevant to their little tryst. Yes he was drunk, yes they were in a public place and yes he had only recently gotten out of a relationship but like hell he was going to stop kissing Charlotte.
Eventually, she pulled away and all Max could do was smile when she pressed her forehead against his chest. He kissed the top of Charlotte's head as he ran his fingers through her silky dark hair.
"Not gonna lie, been wanting to do that the moment you walked up to the bar earlier." He mumbled after a few moments of silence between them. People were looking over at them surreptitiously but everything still felt completely irrelevant.
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Post by Trix on Dec 15, 2017 19:44:44 GMT
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Charlotte closed her eyes. She tried to focus on what she knew she should be worrying about, but her brain was fuzzy and she knew that she hadn't really minded anything that was happening. She tightened her arms around him when he kissed the top of her head and tried her hardest to accept what it was.
His voice rang in her ears and she chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe that he actually liked her. But what she found in his words was that he'd wanted to kiss her since she walked in wearing a dress, looking nice, in their home country, while they were drinking. Already she felt the sickening feeling in her stomach, whether it was from the alcohol or the circumstances, she wasn't sure. But she had been wanting to kiss him for so long and now that she had, she didn't want to stop. She wanted to believe that in this moment he felt the same way.
Charlotte turned so that her back was facing him for a moment, she took her drink and tipped it back quickly. Before she could change her mind or think about the consequences, she turned to him again and pulled him down to kiss her a little more urgently than she had before. Her fingers slid up into his hair and she pressed against him as close as she could get.
You're so very special, but I'm a creep.
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Post by Nu on Dec 20, 2017 4:53:26 GMT
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But you better not kill the groove
He wasn't entirely certain whether Charlotte had enjoyed kissing him when she refused to look at him after. For a brief moment, he actually wondered whether that was her first kiss. And the next moment, he wondered whether he had made a big mistake just kissing her without her express consent.
When she moved away, Max wanted to apologise but he still wanted to kiss her. He wanted to bring her back and spend the entire night with her in his arms. Why? He couldn't even comprehend in his current state of inebriation. All he knew was he enjoyed kissing her and he wanted to do it again.
Being pulled down to meet her lips with his was a pleasant surprise and Max did not waste too much time reciprocating. He moaned as he felt her fingers through his hair, shivers running down the back of his neck at the contact. He sensed the urgency and matched it with his own. He no longer cared that they were in public as he pulled her even closer to him, sliding his hand down her back and settling at her waist.
He didn't know how long the kiss lasted but when they parted, he had to take a minute to catch his breath. "Fuck...love, I don't think we should be doing this here." He said in between breaths, chuckling. He cupped her cheeks and pulled her face up to meet her eyes. "What do you say we get out of here?" He asked. His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips and back up.
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Post by Trix on Dec 21, 2017 3:03:10 GMT
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When they broke apart, she was pretty sure she was going to throw up. In fact, she was certain of it. All of the alcohol seemed to hit her like a wrecking ball to the gut. And what? He wanted her to go home with him? To his parent's house? A hotel? Oh she was going to be so sick so fast. Her head was already spinning and she could have passed out on the spot if he wasn't holding her.
She looked up at him and groaned, her head falling forwards to rest on his chest. Charlotte wrapped his arms around his waist and buried her face against his shirt, "I can't." She wasn't sure what she couldn't do exactly, but she just knew that she couldn't. She couldn't go home with him or to a hotel. She couldn't do the one night stand like she did with everyone else, like she had originally thought she could. Charlotte wished she could be just a distraction, but she liked him too much and she knew that she wouldn't survive that kind of rejection.
Char tightened her arms around his waist, "I feel like I'm dying." She glanced up at him and did her best to smile at her exaggeration. "Drinking and no food was probably a dumb idea," She laughed and groaned again, her head falling back to his chest.
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Post by Nu on Dec 21, 2017 17:08:54 GMT
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But you better not kill the groove
He shouldn't have been too disappointed that Charlotte declined his offer to leave. But he was. He didn't show it, of course. He didn't think Charlotte would have been too keen on having to deal with an upset Max. Hell, he wasn't too keen to deal with an upset Max. Especially not a drunk one.
Besides, Charlotte was not a rebound. He still didn't know what it was about her that made him so certain but he just knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just a one night stand with the woman.
So he wrapped his arms around her tight, squeezing her once before pulling her towards the exit. He chuckled at her assessment of her current state and he realised he was in no position to laugh either. While he had a high tolerance, they had been drinking a lot tonight. Even with the food he had consumed earlier, it still didn't help with their inebriation.
He pulled her close when her head fell to his chest and they finally reached the exit. "Should I call anyone to pick you up? Miles? Spence?" he asked.
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Post by Trix on Dec 23, 2017 5:01:13 GMT
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Moving did nothing for her sick state. She almost felt like she was floating because she couldn't feel her legs as she walked with him. In all honesty, she was relying heavily on him keeping her upright. She didn't want to move her head from his chest either. He was warm, and while she felt like she was roasting, she liked the warmth from him. And he was so comfortable. Her mind wandered to what it would be life if she had just gone with him and slept on him. But she knew that would have been a bad idea.
"Leo! My driver. Spencer and Miles are already asleep probably," Charlotte fumbled in her clutch for her phone before pulling it out and nearly dropping it. She leaned against him, still a little dizzy. She'd lied about Miles being asleep. That was the other reason she knew she couldn't go home with him. Miles was likely laying awake in his room just listening for her to come home. If she didn't, he'd have a meltdown. And while she knew that Spencer was there with him and would have just told him not to worry, he would worry still. She couldn't do that to him anymore than she could do it to herself.
Charlotte sent a semi-intelligible text message to her driver and pocketed the phone again, groaning. "I don't want to leave. You're comfortable and I'm drunk," She giggled and buried her face in his chest again. Her arms tightened around his waist when she looked up at him, "You're pretty, too."
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Post by Nu on Dec 24, 2017 7:00:08 GMT
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But you better not kill the groove
Despite their circumstances, Max was enjoying having Charlotte pressed against him. She was practically clinging on to him and he was gripping her just as tightly. It was as though they were both each other's life support. It was insane.
He was about to take his phone out but Charlotte was already texting her driver presumably. Her slurred words made him chuckle and he couldn't stop the overwhelming urge to kiss her. Because she had her face buried in his chest, he settled on the top of her head. He noted how sweet she smelled and sighed to himself.
He couldn't help chuckling when Charlotte called him pretty. He looked down at her before cupping her cheeks. "Not as pretty as you, love." He responded before pressing his lips on hers briefly. "You know, I'm not as drunk as I thought I was...I gotta say, I really like kissing you, Char." Max grinned.
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Post by Trix on Dec 26, 2017 3:15:07 GMT
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When his lips pressed to her head, she grinned and nuzzled deeper into his shirt. He smelled like London, she decided. Like wet snow and tobacco beneath the smell of booze. She gulped when the booze got to her nostrils, and she did her best not to gag. Her hands gripped his shirt and she breathed him in to disregard the foul smell that she no longer could handle.
His hands cupped her cheeks and she wondered if he could feel how red she was. How flushed. Whether it was from the alcohol or just him, she couldn't be certain. He kissed her again and she felt the ground shift and her surroundings spin around her. Charlotte closed her eyes and covered his hands with her own to steady herself the best she could. "I'm very certain that I'm positively sloshed. Pissed. Schnockered if you will," She giggled and opened her eyes again.
"Then why'd you stop?" Charlotte hiccuped and giggled, "Oops." She stood on her tip toes and kissed him again, lacing her fingers through his. It made her woozy and dizzy again, but she figured it was well worth it. "Your lips are like...whoa," She giggled again and sighed.
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Post by Nu on Dec 29, 2017 19:57:56 GMT
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Drunk Charlotte was clearly an affectionate Charlotte and Max was definitely amused by it. Even enamored by it. Would he ever tell her that? Hell no. Although judging by the way she was acting, he was pretty sure she wouldn't remember it anyway if he did.
Max laughed at the words she decided to use and nodded. "Aye we are."
He happily reciprocated the kiss, pulling her close as he leaned against a wall. He didn't want her driver to arrive but soon enough, he did and Max sighed against her lips, forcing a chuckle when Charlotte giggled. He buried his fingers in her hair and forced her to look up at him.
"Either we're about to be kidnapped or that's your driver there... Leo, is it?" He gestured to the man behind Charlotte.
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Post by Trix on Jan 3, 2018 3:31:28 GMT
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Charlotte's eyes widened when he mentioned getting kidnapped, but when she looked over her shoulder, she saw Leo and snickered. "That is Leo, yes. He doesn't look like a kidnapper! He's so fluffy and cute," She giggled again and then it struck her that she was going to have to part with him and she wasn't really ready for that.
"You need a ride too?" Of course she hoped that he would. A car ride could be cozy and she'd get to sit really close to him. Maybe she'd even get to talk him into staying at the Hall. It was no different than what he'd asked of her earlier, but she was drunk now and cared less about what she should be doing.
Her fingers curled into his shirt and she glanced down, "I'm not really ready for this part."
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