/𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖/

“all men are the same, whether you want to admit it or not, there’s one thing that drives you all in the same way, and no matter how smart you are or how old, now matter how many times you think you’ve won - you’re always going to have one weakness.” a flare of jealousy coursed in her at the mention of other girls, she didn’t want him to go out and pick up anyone he could, she wanted him to be at her side and stay there, but he couldn’t be, not in public and that was what frustrated the blonde more than anything. “i find you attractive, and you’re very good in bed, but irresistible? no not quite yet.” libby stayed quiet at his comments as he took her hand, simply turning to lead him from the bar, keeping her small fingers locked with his. as the night air hit her she paused for a moment, it was quiet out here and the click of her heels was the only think she could hear other than the distant celebrations. spinning libby looked up at owen, stepping closer so that her chest was pressed against his, her neck still tilted to look at him despite the extra inches she was wearing. “i missed you.” she confessed, she didn’t know if she was allowed to say that, but she did anyway. 

“I don’t know,” Eric said to the person beside him sitting out at the pool. “You can sit here and debate this all day long, but no one is going to tell me that Disturbed’s ‘The Sound of Silence’ isn’t on par with Simon and Garfunkel’s original. That’s like comparing ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney to the original by Dolly Parton. Different flavors, different interpretations, both are really good. Now some do go down the road to Shitsville really fast with some remakes… what’s been your favorite that’s come out?” 

giselle laughed at his reply, she probably shouldn’t accost strangers, but she did, and now he was stuck talking to her, but his second comment had her all but squeal in excitement. but, the blonde sucked in a breath before replying, because she did not want to scare him away. “please don’t fault me for being so excited.” she managed to wiggle out, before glancing around, “so tell me who they are for, and a little about them, and i bet i can help you score some points.”

“yes, mom, i’ll call you tomorrow with more, okay?” the blonde said into the phone, laughing as the woman finally let her hang up before turning to the person looking at her, “so what do you think, roses or peonies? personally, i’m a peonies girl, but my mom thinks roses are prettier.” she didn’t care who she was asking, giselle would talk to anyone.

“You really shouldn’t have said that, you know. Because now you’ve just given me ammunition,” she hummed, ideas springing to mind instantly. “Me? Falling hard for you? No, only in your dreams. But, what is about to be in your dreams instead is the entire plot of the film The Notebook, because, as I stare into your eyes, I’m going to recount the entire plot just for you, because you fucking hate chick flicks. Sound good?”

“yea i will give you that one.” libby hummed as she looked back at the group of lies, feeling more than a little smug about the fact she definitely had the best looking one out of the group sat besides her. she wasn’t going to let him know that though, there was no way. she couldn’t, she had to keep her emotions hid at every possible turn because she could already feel a churn in her stomach when she thought about him - she was already excited over him, she wanted to sleep next to him as much as she wanted to sleep with him, and that was now what libby holiday was about. “well that’s a damn shame, just think about all the times you could have got yourself of the the thought…the image of me on my knee, pretty lips around your cock with your hands in my hair. it’s been enough to make men loose their minds over me in the past.” lifting her glass to her lips she drained the rest of her wine before placing the glass down. she wanted him hooked, she needed him to feel the sense of trepidation about her but need her anyway because she was already younger than him, she wasn’t about to be the one of the two of them that made a fool of themselves - she wouldn’t let herself. “irresistible? no? very good at pleasing me with your mouth - sure and i’ll ask you for more.” looking up at him she itched closer to him for a second before she slipped from their booth, offering out her small hand for him to take. “why don’t you come and find out how much it wants you.” 

Ever the stubborn one, and ever one to enjoy a challenge, Mack twisted in her chair a little and looked him right in the eyes. “It’s like you’ve stepped right out of a terrible romantic comedy that half the people in town would sob over. But not me, mister,” she narrowed her eyes. “I’ll stare at you so long that eventually you will get annoyed and end up complaining. I promise you that.”

there had been a lot of questions in her mind lately, and most of them resolved around the male now sat next to her. there was no denying that he was gorgeous, she was pretty sure a blind person would be able to tell how good looking he was, and he was great in bed, both reasons she could have used to keep going back. but neither of those reasons were really enough to risk loosing her best friend so why did she keep going back. she didn’t know the answer, but she did know that she didn’t like the stir in her gut when he looked at her, it was more than just the usual lust she felt when she was after something she wanted, she was sure of it. “i’m prettier too.” she hummed as she looked back at him, she didn’t see the point in being bashful, she was beautiful she was well aware of it and she didn’t see any reason to try and hide it or pretend to be modest when she clearly wasn’t. “so you’ve been thinking about the last times we were together huh?” she hoped that he was because she was pretty sure her ego would take a hit if it hadn’t been on his mind as much as it had been hers, the first time she could have brushed it off, they were drunk, but after the second time there was something about him that she found herself craving. “well i’ve never been a normal girl, even when i was sober…but as good as this bar sounds, i was thinking the back of my truck while the fire works are on would be far more exciting.” for a tiny woman, she had a big old truck that even he would fit in. “that might have worked after the first time handsome, but you can probably still feel where my lips last pressed to yours neck.”  

His attempt to tell her that he was being serious just made her laugh again, even though she could kind of tell that he really wasn’t seeing the humor in the situation. Still, she was well amused. “Oh my God, you’re so modest, too! Is that what you usually say to pick up all the chicks? Would me staring at you help to boost your already soaring self esteem? Anything for a person in need.”

ending up in bed with owen the first time had been an accident, she had known what she was doing of course, she’d been drunk but not stupid - there had just been no premeditation behind it all. this time though, now she knew what she was missing out on and the fact she wasn’t allowed him due to some stupid friend bi-laws just made her want him all the more. looking at her phone she gave a low hum, but chose not to reply, he was either going to make his way over or he wasn’t - and she wouldn’t lower herself to begging for his attention. as she slid into the booth though she could see that he had left him companions and unless he was going to pee, he could only be coming over to her. “i’m not alone, you’re here.” libby hummed as she looked up at him, noting the way he kept the space between them, making sure this was purely innocent at least for now anyway. “why? because i’m younger than you? or did you just think i was too much of a lady.” anyone that knew her knew that she was no stranger to sex but it had been clear from her first time with owen that he knew far more and she enjoyed every second. “you clearly had to come back for more either way.” 

as his eyes found her she tried to control her expression, but she couldn’t help the way the edges of her lips curved into a smile once his gaze one of her. it was intense and after matching for a moment it was only the buzz of her phone that drew her eyes away from him and back to the bar where she’d laid the device face down. turning it over a small laugh passed by her lips as she read the message out loud. lifting her eyes to him once more, libby shook her head, the curls that were loose shaking softly . “im not in  need of the validation, my confidence is more than okay. but your company whilst i finish this drink and your assistance with feeding my desires for the evening wouldn’t go a miss.” firing the text off to the other libby slid from the bar stool she was propped at, long legs stretching out for the floor before she moved slowly to the back of the bar, a less crowded area where there was a table tucked into the corner and out of the way of others.