Violetta Donatelli

Louis had this little game going on with Violetta for a while now. Sometimes he was in the mood for it, sometimes he wasn’t. Right now, he wasn’t feeling too hot, but Violetta always had her way of changing his mind even when he didn’t want to. That’s what he meant when he said that she was dangerous, and she sure as hell was. “I can’t help myself.” He said with a little side smirk as she licked her lips. He chuckled lightly as he shrugged, “Ever consider snapchat? It’s a little less classy, but the pictures do erase or used to at least. Not so much with the new memories addition. So, yeah looks like you’re out of luck.” He said with a little shrug. He watched her closely as he sighed a bit. “Of course. I wouldn’t expect something with great theatrics from you.” He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing at the moment. Louie rolled his eyes a bit as he looked at Violetta, “Have you ever considered that I’m not in the mood.” He said coldly. Yet he watched as she shook her hips which was not helping at all. “The fact that you have these so called ‘minions’ proves my point.” He said, tilting his head from side to side. Louis chuckled lightly as he looked at her, “I never said no. I just said what I was thinking that you were doing. I don’t know though. I kind of like seeing you suffer with me telling you I’d rather pass. Seems like someone needs a very, very cold shower.” He smirked.

Raising her eyebrows at his suggestion of snapchat, she let a dry laugh out under her breath. “I love how the dubious hacker is going to learn a little something from the one person he just loves to hack most. Even before they came out with the memories section of the app, Snapchat’s didn’t disappear completely. They lead you to believe they do but there’s still a high-tech database roaming the net filled with all those classless nudes.” Tilting her head as she spoke, she couldn’t help but eye him carefully. She could tell he was off, unamused maybe -- but clearly not into her current antics today. “Besides, there’s plenty of applications out there that bypass the screenshotting notifications and easily download them straight into their phones, no questions asked.” Letting his words now flow into one ear and out the other, she couldn’t help but mirror his sigh. “It was already duly noted by your body language that you weren’t in the mood, and yet, I’m still here.” She shot back, her tone just as icy. “If you don’t watch yourself closely, you may end up the one hacked next time, L. There is a plethora of tricks up my sleeve, and embarrassing you could bring me some really great entertainment. I mean -- exposing your nudes to the world? Something like that could make or break you, and well at least then I’d know to bring a magnifying glass with me the next time I try to get you out of your pants.” Choking back a bitter laugh, she shook her head, allowing her long dark curls to fall into her eyes as she did so. “There’s no suffering here, believe me. You blowing your shot doesn’t phase me much. There’s plenty of other people in this airport, and not all of them are as blind as you, hacker boy. By all means though, continue your high-tech decoding. I’ve got other people to bother.” 

All Vincent really ever wanted was to be alone. And that was one of the wishes that was never granted for him: Peace and quiet. The airport was the absolute farthest thing one could get from alone, peace, or silence. He scouted nearly every sight, but unfortunately he was forced to head back to the people from school due to his lack of success. If had known he sat down next to Violetta, he would have sat somewhere in a land far far away. He didn’t even notice it was her until a little after she snapped at him. “Sorry.” He mumbled, as he pulled the bag underneath him. “I didn’t mea-” He stopped himself when he finally realized. Looking back down immediately after he saw her, he bit his lip as she spit out her cruel words. He liked to to think he wasn’t easily effected by other people and what they said to him or thought about him (Though that was far from true), but Violetta just kind of… well really she intimidated the hell out of him. “I won’t talk, I promise. No stupidity in me not talking.” He would have gotten up and moved because, yes there were lots of empty chairs. But all of the empty chairs were next to an occupied chair, and surely he wouldn’t have a pleasant conversation their either.

Violetta wasn’t even listening to his sorry, or the fact that his words had almost abruptly stopped when he finally looked at her. Instead, she was honing in on the fact that his entire demeanour faltered as it usually had when he was around her. There was something out of line about the way he acted, and the more she picked at him -- the more amusing it was to see him crumble into a pile of ash. “You’re talking right now.” She noted, snatching the bag from his hands to delicately place it between her knees. “There’s always stupidity in not talking. You clearly don’t know enough about me or you’d know how easy it is to catch on to actions. I see what other people don’t, and right now, I see you cowering like a child who’s been caught red-handed. Which in turn, shows me you’re clearly full of not only stupidity but a bundle of nerves with a hint of guilt.”