Highlight of my Lowlife

She shivered, feeling his intention wave over her, sending warmth through her body as he stared at her, stared at her through the wet shirt, biting her lip she looked up to him again, cheeks flushed just a bit. “Well, maybe I still believe there is some good in you, Carlos,” she murmured, turning around but looking over her shoulder just a bit at him before ducking her head down fully back to her seat.

Once out of the bathroom, her eyes landed on him and the barista, the emotion was painstakingly evident, it washed over her, making parts of her quiver, but it also made her angry and the fact he was doing that around her, but putting that faith in Carlos to actually give her his full attention was asking for too much. So she took matters into her own hands. Moving towards him, her arm wrapped around his waist, pinching his side as she did so. “Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have, thank you for buying me another coffee,” she hummed, gently nudging his chin down to place a small kiss on his lips. “You are amazing,” she picked up the cup, grabbing his hand as well to tug him away.  “Ma’am there’s a spill by the way, sorry about that,” she smiled towards the barista, as she tugged Carlos towards her seat. Plopping down in her seat. “You really have no shame,” she muttered.

It took a lot to shock Carlos, and it was safe to say that Lily’s reaction definitely surprised him. He jumped a little at the unexpected pinch, but that wasn’t even the most surprising part. No, that would be the tender kiss she placed on his lips. He moved slowly trying to kiss her again but she was already pulling him away, the barista looking confused as his influence dissipated.

“Did you expect me to keep chasing after someone who doesn’t want me without taking a few detours?” He sat, his eyebrows raised as she too her seat across from him. “You know, jealousy is kind of cute on you.” It was pretty obvious that he was teasing her, but still he was curious about why she was so eager to pull him away. “Was I supposed to only pay attention to you, or are you just trying to ruin my sex life?”

Lily huffed just a bit, hearing his words. She recognized him almost instantly which gave the girl an array of emotions, most of which were anger. She wondered how he could be so bipolar. “More like can’t get away from you fast enough,” she muttered, stepping away to grab a few napkins, dabbing her shirt just a bit, her lip protruding in a soft pout. “I’m sure you enjoy the view well enough,” she pinched her shirt just a bit shaking it, realizing just how warm her drink was. Licking her lips she peered up to him again. “Another coffee would be nice, I’m going to see if I have another shirt to change into,” she smiled weakly.

Moving away from the situation, she sighed, sliding into the booth, she tugged her backpack onto her lap, digging through it some she pulled out a couple of shirts, shaking one out she moved towards the restroom to change. Tugging the ruined one off, she grabbed a few paper towels, wetting them, she began to wipe her front off so it wasn’t so sticky. Before tugging the new shirt on, walking from the bathroom looking for him again.

He wasn’t going to deny that he was enjoying the way the wet shirt was clinging to her. Something about her innocence made any view of her body more enjoyable and he was sure she could feel that from him. “If that was true you wouldn’t be talking to me.” He grinned, enjoying the little game they seemed to play. Just because he couldn’t get her in the way he was used to didn’t mean he didn’t have other methods. He watched her walk away with nothing more than a nod.

Flirting with the barista wasn’t his intention but the woman was just so willing. He’d been quick to order and as she took his money he made sure to brush his fingers against hers. He wasn’t even thinking that Lily would come back as he influenced the woman. She had a boyfriend but that didn’t matter because all she wanted was Carlos, even if she wasn’t aware that her sudden need for him was his doing.

Lily’s fingers thumbed through her book as she sat at her favored spot in the cafe near the school. It had been a long winded day with school, so much so she called to let the hospital know she wasn’t going to make it to her shift. Mostly because she was exhausted, mentally drained, but that was the price of an emphatic mutant in the weeks of finals. Biting her lip she stared at the page before her, giving a small disgruntled noise that only she could hear as the words on the page seemed to meld together. Running a hand through her hair in agitating, she slowly closed her book, blinking a few times before standing, moving to the counter to get another coffee.

Smiling sweetly to the barista at the bar. Thanking him after he took her cash she waited at the hand-off plane. Reiterating a new thank you to the person that gave her her coffee, she turned, bumping into someone. “Crap,” she muttered, stepping back quickly so her coffee wouldn’t spill on the person now in front of her, instead it tipped over herself, soaking her shirt. “Really,” she sighed, looking upwards to the person. “Sor– oh,” she covered her face. “I’m such a klutz,” she pouted from behind her hands.

Carlos was seething. He had been tasked to convince some incompetent little idiot to give him information regarding some government agents and their hunt for mutants. He was lucky he was being paid for it because extracting information from the man was like pulling teeth. If it were up to him, the idiotic man would’ve found himself with the urge to bathe with a toaster. The cafe was a needed break from everything, and maybe he could find some naive little thing to satisfy him in other ways.

At first he was annoyed that someone bumped into him, not recognizing the girl in front of him. However after a moment he smirked seeing Lily’s embarrassed face. “Wow, you just can’t stay away, can you?” He chuckled darkly. Despite their last conversation not being so positive he had hoped to see her again, she was fun to toy with, even if his power didn’t work on her. “Let me get you another coffee, considering you’re wearing that one now.”

I’m visiting my mom today, so I won’t be on my laptop until later, but I’ll be mobile and checking the inbox regularly! We need two more apps before acceptances and I’m super hyped to be writing with you all! The apps we’ve received are so lovely and we have such amazing writers in our group already, so come check out our roleplay!

I’m writing bios right now but who would like a simple starter from one of my witch characters?

I have Kairan (Aaron Tveit, more on the dark side of magic) and Lizzie (Penelope Mitchell, mostly neutral)

I’ve missed indie RPing so much so hi! I’m going to be properly revamping and changing my URL today so look out for that. I can’t wait to RP here again.

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       The mere mention of Hamilton was enough to send Henley into a babbling mess.                   ( The  music, however,  was  a   D E A T H  S E N T E N C E . )          It meant 2 hours of listening to Henley’s one woman rendition on all 46 songs.

                                            She’s  standing  in  the  middle of the room BELTING along;                                              her arms gesticulating wildly along with each articulation.                                              Her character doesn’t break as the other enters the room.                                                                                  ( she seems to get even more into it, in fact)

“  So so so— So this is what it feels like to match wits with someone at your level!    What the HELL is the catch? It’s the feeling of f r e e d o m , of seein’ the light.     It’s  Ben  Franklin  with  a   key and  a  kite! You see it, right ?  ”

                             Her gaze turns to them, her smile only widening as she continue.

“  The conversation lasted two minutes ( maybe three minutes ) ev’rything we said     in  t o t a l  AGREEMENT, it’s a dream and it’s a bit of a dance. A bit of a posture,     it’s a bit of a stance. He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give it a chance.  ”

God, Finn could swear he couldn’t get away from this soundtrack.     Sure, he loved it, most of the time. But it was like the mere mention     of it caused people to go crazy. What had been a simple discussion     on the way historical pieces weave a narrative that sits firmly between     fiction and non-fiction, had turned in to watching this girl belt he little     heart out and channeling Angelica Schuyler. It was impressive in an     annoying kind of way.