Not You Again - Dyrian

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She came here to entertain you

It did not matter where a party was at, who was throwing it, when it started, Adrianna was always there for at least part of it. Christmas was a rough time for her, while she often did her best to visit her mother for a bit, she couldn't stay long enough to ease her guilt for leaving. All of the presents in the world couldn't fix the situation, but she tried. And when she came back to parties and booze, she drowned herself in bad decisions to make up for it.

In a sleek red dress, Adrian was already well on her way to drinking herself into a messy situation. Whether that was a hookup, an orgy or just a stumbling trek back to her apartment, she didn't know and she didn't particularly care. The punch was sweet and she was pretty certain it was dangerous, but that was the way she liked it. Just as she was tipping back her third or maybe it was her fourth glass, she heard a voice behind her and turned to look at whoever it was. Even in the slight haze of her vision, she would recognize that douchey face anywhere, and yet, she didn't want him to know that.

"Do I know you? Look, honey, I know you'd probably like a picture for your spank bank, but I'm just trying to have a good time. Catch me a little later, maybe I'll be drunk enough to actually go through with it. Enjoy the party though," And like that she turned back around, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

Adrian made a very unladylike snort and laughed at his description of what happened. She'd almost maimed his vehicle that weighed a million times more than she did, how likely. She took a moment to picture him in an orange jumpsuit for vehicular manslaughter, that was what it would have been right? It didn't much matter, either way she couldn't imagine him in jail. He'd be someone's bitch in minutes.

"Oh, of course, that's right. You're the snobby, douche bag who whined about me almost getting hit by your vehicle while I was dealing with my work." Of course it was an exaggeration. Yes her phone was basically her lifeline for work, but she supposed she could have taken a minute to be cautious. Even so, if he wanted to be dramatic, she would be too. "Well fuck me, here I thought I'd succeeded in ignoring your existence."

He bumped her shoulder and she gave him a disgusted look, "Don't you have any manners? I'm not one of your bros or one of your conquests, nor will I be treated like either. You could try one of the twats that have been staring at you this whole time right over there." She jerked her chin in the direction of a gaggle of blonde beauties that likely had no real self-esteem.

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

"That's cute that you think I was implying that my job is difficult. Have you seen me? Obviously it doesn't take much for me to look good." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, still refusing to turn towards him. Why give him the satisfaction of her full attention? She was much more engulfed in drinking than she was the conversation at hand.

His response to her attempt at directing him elsewhere made her nearly gag. His whole demeanor made her want to just vomit all over him so that he would stop thinking he was some kind of God. He wasn't. He was just like every other richy rich that thought they were entitled to everything. At least she knew she'd started from nowhere to be where she was now. And she typically didn't cop this much attitude with anyone, but he made her so angry. And so easily.

"Which brings me to my next question. What in the hell do you think you're going to get out of this conversation? I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole. Not while I'm still this sober. You're too busy sucking yourself off for me to even try anyway. And compensation just isn't my style. Nice chat though, let's not do it again, yeah?" She flagged down the bartender and ordered another drink, happily accepting that it was an open bar and fully intending on spending the rest of her night here.

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

Adrian snorted, "Your insults need some work, hun. Because calling me stupid is a little overdone. Me being a model and everything, I hear it a lot." And it just made her revel in the fact that she actually wasn't as dumb as she may have looked due to her beauty.

She was fully aware that she could have gone somewhere else while he droned on about how rad he seemed to think that he was. But this was the bar that she'd intended on staying at. If she left, she wouldn't have access to alcohol immediately and that just wasn't going to do for her tonight. So she remained put, took whatever jabs he wanted to throw and waited for him to get bored of her rejection to find someone easier to obtain. Adrian knew that she could outlast him any day of the week. After all, she was a model, she was used to his type persisting until they got their way. Except, in this case, she most certainly wasn't going to give in.

Finally, he finished his drink and she remained stoic. He smirked, made a comment that she barely gave a second thought about and she ordered another drink, "Nice chatting, make sure you double wrap, never know what kind of diseases you'll get here," She called out after him.

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

The next morning seemed to come much faster than she anticipated, although she couldn't even remember going to sleep. She felt the sun on a sliver of her back and was completely comfortable. Her eyes remained shut, although she was slowly coming to. It wasn't until she felt the bed move that she realized she wasn't alone. Even as eager as she was to see who she'd bedded, she was too busy enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of the body.

Her hair moved away from her face and her eyelids twitched a bit, her nose scrunching at the way the strands tickled it. Peeking an eye open, she caught sight of a pretty, blurry face. All she could make out at first was the tan skin and the scruff, which she knew she liked. But when her eyes focused on the rest of the features, they widened and she scrambled to get as far away as fast as she could while still covering her body.

Adrian scooted herself off of the bed and onto the floor, clinging to the sheet that was covering her, "What the actual fuck are you doing in my room, perv!?" There was no way. Not a single way. She wouldn't have touched him with beer goggles on! She wouldn't have touched him ever! He was fucking with her. This had to be some sick joke. They couldn't have... "Oh my fuck, oh my fuck, oh my fuck."

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

Adrian scrambled to grab a pillow and chucked it at him, "Put some fucking clothes on." It was all she could think to say. She didn't want to be sitting there while he was butt ass naked, looking like someone chiseled him out of stone. It wasn't fair, of all the people for her to have slept with, it just had to be him. The biggest douche in all the land, or at the very least, the biggest douche at that specific party.

She groaned and buried her face in the sheets that were wrapped around her. She didn't want to hear this. She didn't want to remember it. He was reveling in all of the embarrassment that she felt and if it weren't for the lack of clothing on both of them, she'd have beat the hell out of him. It was safe to say that Adrian actually hated him. She couldn't put it any other way and she was a relatively nice person. Assuming the first impressions didn't go horribly.

"Why are you such a fucking asshole? And would you just put some clothes on and get the hell out of my apartment. For fuck's sake." Adrian stood up dramatically and huffy, kicking the sheets so that she could walk, while also trying to find something to put on. She was not about to remain naked with him in her bed still.

Isn't she a dream come true?

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She came here to entertain you

The heat that radiated off of his body made her shiver and she wanted so badly to just relax against him when he wrapped his arm around her waist. She would have, if it weren't for his smug, annoying mouth. She could have done so much better in terms of personality, but she supposed he was right. There wasn't much better when it came to looks.

She turned so that she was facing him and she smiled, "You know, I'd agree with you, if it weren't for the fact that you're literal garbage. I can promise that there are plenty of people out there who have much better personalities and who are equally as good in bed. Not that I remember if you were at all okay, but based on what I know about you, I imagine you finished first." And that was not the makings of good sex in her opinion.

Adrian pushed his chest so that she could find room to grab an oversized t-shirt to quickly pull over her head. Once she was mostly covered, she folded her arms across her chest, "Okay, I think we're done here."

Isn't she a dream come true?