kiss me like u mean it

When looking for a good bar to spend her evening in, all Grace asked for was good music. Whether it was 80′s rock or some new crazy pop song, all she wanted was some background noise that didn’t make her want to simply drop dead from the boredom. She didn’t go to bars to make friends, she went to spend some time with herself and her best friend Jack Daniels. But when the opportunity rose, that someone decided to speak to her, she wasn’t one to shoo them away…most of the time. Grace chuckled softly and let her eyes examine the person in front of her first before speaking “Clearly” A smirk appeared on her face before she continued “Did I scare you? I know I can look mean when I want to but I don’t bite”

Sam let out a long slow breath, chuckling as she climbed on top of them. Their hands gripped her hips as they moaned again. It was like she knew every one of their erroneous zones. “Fuck,” they huffed, dropping their head back. “You just keep doing whatever the fuck you have been and I’m pretty sure it’ll be great regardless,” Sam grinned. “I’m pretty much okay with anything, but I’ll let you know.”

Gio shook his head. “No no, I apologize. I didn’t think the glass would be so heavy on the counter.” He smiled softly. “Please, let me buy you a drink for scaring you.”

“It’s not your fault!” Ottoline quickly asserted; she was a very clumsy person in general. “However, I never say no to a free drink.” She grinned, still slightly embarrassed, but attempting to brush it off. “I’m Ottoline, by the way.”

Laughing softly as she unbuttoned his shirt, he examined the one she picked up. “Alright, smarty pants,” He shrugged off the shirt. “I’ll be sure to include it in my purchases.” It couldn’t be bad if she was complimenting it. “Mm, I’ll lose mine if you lose yours.”

Ottoline made the decision to indulge him impulsively, but as she pushed him back into the dressing room and closed the curtains she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. In one swift move she pulled her dress over her head and smirked. “Your turn.” Her gaze was heated, pupils dilated with desire. 

“Pft,” He scoffed. “I know how to dress,” He countered. He didn’t think that the clothes clashed almost at all. Did they? He wasn’t sure now, but he wasn’t going to let her know that. “Is that all you wanted, or did you still want to ogle me?”

“Hmm, I wouldn't be so sure of that.” She teased, taking a step towards him. Arrogant, maybe, but Ottoline could still have some fun. “Actually, I think you could use some help.” Smirking, she unbuttoned his shirt fully and pulled a new one from his pile. “This is more your colour; it matches those baby blues. Those pants can’t be salvaged though, it may be best if you just take them off altogether.” Ottoline grinned, biting her lip at the thought. 

“Yeah, sorry again. Stay right here, Ottoline. Okay?”  Konsta gave the other a smile before heading off to where his bag was. He got out the shirt he was going to change into and came back with it in his hand. “It’s the least I can do because I made you spill your vodka. Besides order you another one, of course.” The comedian took a moment to think. “Was it just vodka, or was it mixed.” He felt bad for making a big mess. “What a way to make a first impression, huh? Let’s start over. I’m Konsta, and you are Ottoline. It’s a pleasure to meet you..”

At first, the man’s behaviour baffled her; people didn’t act like this in real life, but she had learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Thanks.” Ottoline acknowledged, letting her face relax into a smile. “Vodka cranberry, so this was really helpful. Nobody wants to walk around looking like they’re bleeding out.”  Grin widening, she quickly slipped her old shirt off and replaced it with the new one, winking at him. Everyone was too busy paying attention to the show to notice. Ottoline offered her hand to shake, smirking slightly. “The pleasure is all mine.”