dystopian fantasies.

                   “Oh, I don’t know — you’ve called me so many other pet names I’m practically having an IDENTITY CRISIS.” Simon quipped, knowing his chosen words would  i r k  her — && he needed a bit of AMUSEMENT around here, he was  b o r e d  . Chestnut brow arched at her words, at her ever  c r e e p i n g  foot. Simon wouldn’t put it past her to give a swift kick — && he had to admit there were things he’d much prefer her do around there ; a brief moment of suspense lingered before a chuckle broke from him. Safe for now. “Tease,” he cracked, rolling his eyes before moving to plop down next to her, turning to face her as arm rested along the back of the bench, digits lightly toying with the ends of raven hair. “The opposite actually. 8/10, still would do again,” he forced a grin, a light tug of locks. “Though if she had a british accent, it might’ve been a 10/10.”

“Good, cause I’ll be more than happy to teach you all of the Greek alphabets to make you remember them; in our own private, personal time, of course.” Sam smirked, teasing Charlotte a little more before chuckling, telling her indirectly that he was just messing with her. It was a playful jab, an innocent little tease to the woman as she spoke, even while she was blushing non-stop about it as well – and for the whole compliment as well. “That’s a bummer, and actually oddly impressive that you’d sketch these from sculptures with a lot of accuracy and style too. It’s fucking amazing.” Sam replied. “If you’re looking for some naked models, I’d be more than happy, to let you draw me like one of those French girls.” Sam said, again teasing her.

Colson finished packing up his camera and other assorted accessories he’d need for the photoshoot he was having with Catherine today. The two had only just started working together. He’d seen her out, sunbathing and couldn’t help but want to photograph her. There were of course other things he wouldn’t have minded trying out with her but Col was a professional at the end of the day. Although not professional enough to not cross the boundary if it came to it, but he wouldn’t start off trying to hire someone that way. Col made sure his work was done, and done correctly, to his liking before he risked doing something that may lose him a muse.

Once he was sure that everything was ready, Colson headed out the door. He wanted to try something new this time. He had already texted Cat where he wanted her to meet him so all he had to do was get there. 

Smiling wide as he arrived, he was happy to see that she was already there.

Walking over to her, he set his bag down and pulled out a small plush bear. “I have an interesting idea, using this but also an item of clothing that has the same name.”

         the first time she met colson, catherine thought he was either high or a retard. no one had ever offered her anything but sex in exchange but there he was offering her CASH. and not just any cash, but LOTS of it. all she had to do was pose for him and at first she was sure he was messing with her, but as he gave her a few hundred bucks after the photos he took - she was absolutely SURE that he was crazy. he was hot, as hell yet he never acted anything less but as a gentleman around her and that shocked catherine in all the wrong ways. she had gotten so used to men taking advantage of her and her allowing it, that she wasn’t expecting anyone to treat her differently. sex was easy. sex was an exchange stock. and she was fine with it.

                    It was too easy to just soak her in from across the square — he didn’t like easy. Besides, a front row view was more his style   /   he deserved it. “You mean I’m not the light of your life ??” Simon quipped, not faltering as tall frame continued to block out the sun with no effort. “You should probably talk to a therapist about that shit. SEASONAL DEPRESSION is a real thing —— && you’ve been a moody bitch recently.” He continued to quip, a corner of his mouth twitching up to form his usual smirk. Amusement warmed near raven eyes, smirk only  w i d e n i n g  by the second. “Besides, you pretending you’re on spiaggia di cala luna is just SAD when we could always simply hop in my jet.”

Her reaction was very much understandable. Sam was well known in the Greek house to be both very friendly and affable, and very flirty and forward and charming in his approach, so much so that people might question his motives on whether he was just there to mack on girls, or just have a good rapport with most of the girls and women there. Not that he mattered a jot about the gossip or rumor mills. “Oh, I hope you will. If not, I’d have to make you remember it by trying harder. Maybe beg you to remember me and my Greek house?” He said with a laugh. He did notice how Charlotte scooted over a little bit away, not minding that at all and getting the feeling that she was a little awkward at it, while she flipped the pages of her sketchbook. “All those look great. You have a knack for it.” He nodded, complimenting her. “I see you also do nude sketches, too.”

“Exactly. So, not all bad. I’ll concede that there are some things that are… shitty, in the Greek House system, but not all of it is bad in and all of its essence.” Sam explained, grinning at her as she told him that. He could not win them all, but at least he could stand his ground, especially when his fraternity was called out in question like that to be… shitty. There were far more things to be worried about, really. Sam grinned again as he walked up to her as she scooted over to make room for him. He took that as a direct invite and sat down next to the blonde as she talked about what she did and introduced herself as Charlotte. Sam took her hand and kissed the back of it, grinning rather playfully at her. “Well, then, nice to meet you, Charlie.” He said. “I’m Sam. Sam Weston. Theta Beta Delta, but you knew that already.” He added with a laugh. “And I do like art, as far as I can toss my appreciation to it. But I do have an actual appreciation with the visuals and what art represents.” He replied.

Sam said nothing, but he kept the grin on his face when she went and spoke about how she thought the Greek system was; it was genuine and he was not angry or mad that she was dissing on the fraternity and sorority system Ulysses had in place. It was okay for people to have opinions, and having heard her say that makes her more than alright in Sam’s book, for sure. “No, not at all. You’re no prude for having that kind of opinion. That only makes you just like all of us for having one, in the first place.” Sam said with a laugh. “Well, I’m not disagreeing with you on that, but for one of those kinds of disagreements, I can say that the fraternity I’m in had helped usher a group of people who are united into doing good in Ulysses, whether it be for academic or for pleasure.” Sam explained. “It’s not all just Greek parties, you know.” He got up from his seat as he walked up to the blonde. “Mind if I look?”

a voice of nightmares ……….         harper cringes.      visibly.       taking white ear-pod from overly pierced ear, she looks down at her, skateboard coming to prop against long leg.      “ christ, ramirez. god forbid you fucking explode from too much sun. ”    auburn brows knit, amused at      plastic     smile.

“ you’re such a bitch. close those legs. could smell that puss cruising down from the sciences building. ”     satisfied, she smiles back, tightly.    despite this, she finds a seat beside her on the grass.      harper gave no fucks when it came to catherine;     therefore she couldn’t be bothered by her.     “ this seat saved? if it was, i know they’re already evacuated. lucky bastards. ”     she laughs, fishing around pleated gucci fanny for a pre-rolled joint.       *

Sam chuckled at the relative nonchalance the woman was giving off to him as she answered him in a rather laid-back way – it was cool to him that she was taking it relatively nonchalant and taking it in a relaxed way, as if college parties and Greek house invites were not of her concern. Not many were like that and that was fine for him. “Well, you missed out on the celebrations, the dancing and the music. Really, even if you’re not into college parties, you should definitely come to one and then be done with it.” Sam said, as if he was assuring her that it was fine being in those kinds of parties. “But thanks. The party was fine as is, and the police didn’t really ruin it for us. All in all, a good party.” He looked at her. “So, whatcha doing?”

Sam laughed lightly at the comment, as he shook his head at the statement and at the rather untrue statement. The police did bust the whole thing down, but it was only for a moment or two, and that it only involved the campus police wondering what in the Sam-hell was the racket all about. He looked up, looking at the woman with blonde hair as she spoke about it. “There was.” He nodded. “A Greek house party in Theta Beta Delta, actually. Celebrating our pledges, really, so there’s that. The 5-0 only came to ask the reason about the racket, though.” He explained. “And I’d remember any face who came to the party, and you weren’t there.”