now let me see that body rock

“I didn’t know him, but I met him a couple times,” Will answered, glad the girl actually seemed interested in what he did. “I came up sort of after he died, though… But, people who did know him say I was just as good.” He grinned. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Tara replied, a grin coming onto her features. “And you’re gonna have to do more than jump off the roof to prove anything to me, so what’ve you got?” Brows popping up for a moment, the sorority girl wiggled her shoulders playfully.

He could hear the loud, bragging voice behind him, or at least he thought it was the person behind him. Annoyed with the terribly bogus bear story, Deacon glanced over his shoulder to put a face to the faker. Instead, his eyes met with a woman who looked like she was suffering more than he was. The man was behind her and now suddenly it all made sense. “Uh, do you…do you wanna go ahead?” Deacon motioned for the raven haired to cut in front of him. The distance from the boaster wasn’t massive, but it put himself between them. Maybe then will the guy shut up. “I haven’t decided what to order.” He added as a cover up.

Brows perking, Tara’s lips parted a bit at the stranger’s offer before a thankful smile hooked onto her features. “That is so sweet, thank you----” she replied, loud enough for the asshole behind them to hear before she made her way in front of the younger guy. “Like, seriously, that was so sweet of you,” the starlet smiled in his direction, then made her way to the counter to order her favorite. Skinny dirty chai, with a dash of cinnamon. “And whatever he’s getting,” she gestured to him, setting her credit card on the counter with a snap.

William smiled widely when Tara introduced herself. “Nice to meet you, local starlet Tara Serafini,” he said, putting the same emphasis on the word ‘starlet’ as she did. “I was an illusionist,” he answered. “Like Harry Houdini, but much more handsome.” He smirked a little. “I used to be quite popular… until I, y’know, died.”

“An illusionist?” Tara echoed, and allowed a light laugh to escape her lips at his further comment. “That’s gotta suck, did you like, know Houdini or something?” Now, she wasn’t entirely sure if this spirit was telling the truth or not, but it excited her to think she could have been talking to someone who was famous once upon a time.

William tried to think for a moment, but truthfully, he didn’t really know any of the girls in the house well enough to be able to prove this one wrong. “Okay, you got me.” He raised his arms in defeat before making his way over to the edge of the pool, near where she was sat. “I’m William, by the way. William Lindberg. You probably haven’t heard of me, but I used to be pretty famous,” he introduced himself, trying to sound like he was bragging, though his tone clearly gave away that he was mostly joking.

Smiling to herself, the sorority beauty kept her eyes on her opposite as he lingered to the edge of the pool. “Oh?” He had her attention. She should have known he was one of the dead ones, he was a little older than most of the frat boys around the house. “Well, I’m Tara Serafini. Local starlet. What were you famous for?” She, on the other hand, was not so joking about her status.

“…Why do you have your phone by the pool, anyway?” He asked, raising a brow. “I mean, I feel there’s got to be a ridiculously high chance that that thing isn’t going to make it out of this backyard alive… Especially with some of the idiots that live here.”

“Find me a girl in this house who doesn’t have her phone with her when she’s sunbathing,” Tara sighed, readjusting here sunglasses before she set her phone down on the little table beside her.

Will let himself sink down to the bottom of the pool before be made his way back up, resurfacing and turning around to face the female. “This is the part where I’m supposed to take a bow,” he said, his usual, goofy grin stretched across his face. “But I can’t bow, so just imagine I am.”

“You’re so fucking lucky you didn’t get my phone wet,” Tara replied, sitting back into the lounger. Was she supposed to be impressed by his idiocy? Well ---- it was a show, she’d give him that. “Don’t expect me to clap for you,” she perked her brows before her attention fell to her phone as it lit up with a notification.

Grinning down at his phone, Tristan shook his head as he made his way out of the airport. He had been to Vegas to celebrate a couple of the boys turning the big 21, but he had never really been treated to a time. Looking around at the different vehicles parked, Tristan’s grin grew as he saw the chauffeur and stepped quickly over to him. “Hey man, Mr. Lewton, right here,” he said, moving past him to open the door. “There free drinks included with this ride?” 

Legs crossed, Tara had already been in the limo holding two glasses of champagne. Now, this was Vegas they were talking about, and she planned on spending every second of it the way they should be ---- drinking and partying. She’d spent earlier that morning at a local salon, getting her hair, makeup, and nails done all to match that little black dress perfectly. Not too classy, not too slutty. Just a perfect combination of the two. When the door opened, the brunette found herself smiling slyly. “I hope champagne counts,” she announced, her smile stretching into a playful grin.

William was unable to hear what the girl said, but he saw her looking up at him. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, pointing at her. He turned his sights back to the pool and took a moment to prepare himself before he leaped off the edge, landing in the pool with a splash. 

Instinctively, just as William took his leap off of the roof, Tara reached for her phone to protect it from the splash he was sure to create. Whether that be pool water or his own damn blood. As he (thankfully) landed in the pool, Tara boosted herself up in her seat to stare down at him, waiting for him to resurface.

William stood in his swim shorts on the roof of the house, looking down at the pool below him. IT was something he had always wanted to try, but never got around to for whatever reason. He was getting ready to make the jump when he spotted, beside the pool, someone who appeared to have come and see his stunt. “Are you here for the show?” He called down to them, a wide grin on his face.

Spring had finally hit and the weather was damn near perfect for sunbathing, which was exactly what the sorority babe was up to. Although the pool down at her sorority house was perfectly fine, it tended to get a bit crowded this time of year with idle chit chat between her sisters, and truthfully, she was looking for a less than busy crowd that evening. Hearing someone call out, Tara glanced around and finally up to see some idiot standing up on the roof. “Oh God,” she muttered, lowering her sunglasses a tad to squint up at him.

[ iMessage: Tara ] :: Just grabbed my bag. [ iMessage: Tara ] :: A limo, huh? Guess I’m going to have to put out in this little get away. :p :*

[ iMessage: Tristan ] :: You better, sir! ;) Look for the chauffeur holding the sign Mr. Lewton.