"Sure," he said with a distracted smile. She didn't seem to have picked up the coincidence, but he did. But then, this was a large city.
"Where do you live?" he asked as he knocked back the last bit of Scotch and pushed the glass away. He stood from his stool and had to stretch, pulling his arms high over his head; damn, his muscles were still sore.
Grey Goose Martini, stirred
Meegan was feeling tired, sore, and just a little sorry for herself, when the limo she'd called pulled up infront of the hotel. She like the bar in this hotel, it was a dark quiet place that made her feel she could drown her sorrows with out the lecherous stares of some of the more prominent clubs and bars on the Strip. And tonight she was in need of dark comfort.
She tried to talk herself out of her mood, as the driver opened her door and she set her brown leather straped heels on the ground. 'It's not like you really have a good reason to be in such a blue funk. You have a great assistant that has taken to her job like a fish to water. Two new friends to replace the ones you've lost, and a grand victory over that jackass in Georgia. You should be here to celebrate, but instead you are here to mope.'
Meegan sighed, as the heat that still lingered in the late evening air, hit her in the face. She stood fully and smoothed the silky cream fabric of her dress. She had liked this particular dress, when she'd seen it at the Versace show and had purchased it. This was the first time she'd worn it and it's soft swaying skirt seemed to fit her mood perfectly.
She thanked her driver and told him she would call when she was ready to leave, and to have a nice evening. The man at the door opened it and bowed her inside with a smile and an enthusiastic "Welcome to the Grand Piazza." She did her best to smile at him and made her way into the bar, and took up a seat at the dark mahogany rail and ordered a Grey Goose Martini, stirred.
((ooc anyone is welcome to join the sad little Meegan.))
Milazo
18 years ago
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan watched him stretch and felt a familiar tug in her belly. 'You are not taking this man back to your place, just for sex. So stop looking at him like he's made of chocolate.'
"It's not too far. About six blocks from the end of the industrial district. A great little condo building on fifty-third and Elm."
"It's not too far. About six blocks from the end of the industrial district. A great little condo building on fifty-third and Elm."
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev laughed. A full, cleansing belly laugh. Gods, it had been so long since he'd had one of those. When the laughter finally relaxed into a chuckle, he stuck out his hand again and said, "Well hello there. I'm your new neighbor."
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan stared open mouthed at him.
"You have got to be fucking with me? There is no possible way. This is all just a bit unreal for me."
She looked down at his extended hand and suddenly felt her skin crawl. 'Now what was that about?' She took a moment to study her feelings and decided that things like this were not in her realm of acceptablity and she would just have to find a way to cope. 'What in the hell am I going to do with a neighbor, who is not only a rock star, but one I want to add things to the Kama Sutra with? Why do the most bizarre things always happen to me?' Finally she reached out and took his hand, the crawling was replaced by a small jolt of electricity. 'Damnit!'
"You have got to be fucking with me? There is no possible way. This is all just a bit unreal for me."
She looked down at his extended hand and suddenly felt her skin crawl. 'Now what was that about?' She took a moment to study her feelings and decided that things like this were not in her realm of acceptablity and she would just have to find a way to cope. 'What in the hell am I going to do with a neighbor, who is not only a rock star, but one I want to add things to the Kama Sutra with? Why do the most bizarre things always happen to me?' Finally she reached out and took his hand, the crawling was replaced by a small jolt of electricity. 'Damnit!'
Milazo
18 years ago
"No, I'm not fucking with you," he said, still grinning. "I bought it from a gay couple, one guy named Rob, I think." Smiling, he led Meegan toward the door. This was turning out to be a rather enjoyable evening.
"Did you drive, or will you need a ride with me?"
"Did you drive, or will you need a ride with me?"
Meegan
18 years ago
"Well, hell. That blows my whole Little Italy mobster on the lamb, like Jimmy Tudeski in Whole Nine Yards, theory."
She let herself be led from the bar, feeling just a little disappointed that her bubble had been popped.
"Did you drive, or will you need a ride with me?"
Meegan looked up at him.
"I have a driver. You can ride with me if you want." She reached into the purse she had instictively pulled onto her shoulder, and pulled out her cell.
She let herself be led from the bar, feeling just a little disappointed that her bubble had been popped.
"Did you drive, or will you need a ride with me?"
Meegan looked up at him.
"I have a driver. You can ride with me if you want." She reached into the purse she had instictively pulled onto her shoulder, and pulled out her cell.
Milazo
18 years ago
'How do you know I'm not,' he almost said in response to her Italian mobster comment. He just grinned instead.
"I have a driver. You can ride with me if you want."
"I'd rather not leave my bike here... Why don't you tell your driver to go get laid, and we'll cruise down on my bike." He smiled at her, a little mischievously as he led her toward the front door.
"I have a driver. You can ride with me if you want."
"I'd rather not leave my bike here... Why don't you tell your driver to go get laid, and we'll cruise down on my bike." He smiled at her, a little mischievously as he led her toward the front door.
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan stopped in her tracks and looked up at Drev. 'He's serious...'
"Look, that line would have worked, if I was in jeans, but there is no way in hell I'm going to get on a motorcycle in a dress, and a Versace on top of it."
Meegan wrinkled her nose at him, and depressed the button on her phone that had the driver's number saved.
"I'm ready to leave." She pressed disconnect and put her phone back in her purse, when her smile faded.
"Oh shit! I forgot to pay. I'm going to blame you." She turned on her heel and started back toward the bar.
"Look, that line would have worked, if I was in jeans, but there is no way in hell I'm going to get on a motorcycle in a dress, and a Versace on top of it."
Meegan wrinkled her nose at him, and depressed the button on her phone that had the driver's number saved.
"I'm ready to leave." She pressed disconnect and put her phone back in her purse, when her smile faded.
"Oh shit! I forgot to pay. I'm going to blame you." She turned on her heel and started back toward the bar.
Milazo
18 years ago
Calo caught her arm and turned her back to face him. "Don't worry. I left plenty," he explained with a smile. His eyes searched hers, weighing the situation and what he should do. Finally he sighed and smiled. "My bike'll be alright. Shall we?"
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan looked down at the hand restraining her, and then back up into the ice blue eyes of the man it belonged to. Her face calm, her eyes daggers.
"I'm not getting on that thing with you in this, thank you very much. Would it kill you to just meet me at home?"
'Oh good Lord. Did that just come out of my mouth?' She shook free from his grasp, her chest heaving just slightly.
"I'm not getting on that thing with you in this, thank you very much. Would it kill you to just meet me at home?"
'Oh good Lord. Did that just come out of my mouth?' She shook free from his grasp, her chest heaving just slightly.
Milazo
18 years ago
Calo let her arm go easily, a perplexed look growing on his face. What the fuck is she talking about....? Did she not hear him correctly, or just not understand what he said...?
"I said, my bike will be alright. As in, my bike will be alright if I leave it here. Or would you prefer it if I followed you...?"
"I said, my bike will be alright. As in, my bike will be alright if I leave it here. Or would you prefer it if I followed you...?"
Meegan
18 years ago
"Oh." Meegan actually blushed, a light pink staining her cheeks. She reached over put his hand back on her arm and smiled.
"If you're ok with leaving it, the driver should be at the door by now."
Meegan started toward the lobby doors making sure his hand stayed put as she moved.
"If you're ok with leaving it, the driver should be at the door by now."
Meegan started toward the lobby doors making sure his hand stayed put as she moved.
Milazo
18 years ago
Calo... Drev... whatever the hell you want to call him... let Meegan put his hand back on her arm and walked with her.
Meegan's behavior was beginning to gnaw at him. Surely a woman in such a high profile position should be able to control herself a little better. She was acting like a giddy schoolgirl that just met the man of her daydre--
With a slight, almost invisible smirk, he glanced at her. "Are you a fan of Starface, Meegan?"
Meegan's behavior was beginning to gnaw at him. Surely a woman in such a high profile position should be able to control herself a little better. She was acting like a giddy schoolgirl that just met the man of her daydre--
With a slight, almost invisible smirk, he glanced at her. "Are you a fan of Starface, Meegan?"
Meegan
18 years ago
"Actually, yes." Meegan stopped and looked back at him, tilting her head to one side.
"I'm acting like an idiot aren't I? You would think with all of the Hollywood I've met I could live my life with out being star struck. Look, I'm sorry." Meegan stepped a bit closer, so that her leg brushed against his.
"I think I might just like to ride home on your bike." Her voice a low and quiet.
"I'm acting like an idiot aren't I? You would think with all of the Hollywood I've met I could live my life with out being star struck. Look, I'm sorry." Meegan stepped a bit closer, so that her leg brushed against his.
"I think I might just like to ride home on your bike." Her voice a low and quiet.
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev watched Meegan closely, trying to read her expression, posture, gestures. He felt the light touch of her leg, and leaned into it just a bit.
"It's up to you. We can take your limo if you're that worried about your dress. Or we can take my bike, and I'll reimburse you if anything happens to it." Smiling, he left off any indication of when that damage might occur....
"It's up to you. We can take your limo if you're that worried about your dress. Or we can take my bike, and I'll reimburse you if anything happens to it." Smiling, he left off any indication of when that damage might occur....
Meegan
18 years ago
Meegan felt her heart jump when he leaned into her leg. She turned and moved closer so that his thigh was resting between her's, she pressed her breast to his arm, and flicked his ear with her tongue. 'Maybe, he'll forget I acted like a complete moron, now.' She thought as she spoke, her voice still low and quiet.
"I'm more interested in feeling raw horsepower under my ass, and you between my legs, than the damage to my dress."
"I'm more interested in feeling raw horsepower under my ass, and you between my legs, than the damage to my dress."
Milazo
18 years ago
The flick of the tongue and the comment about wanting him between her legs caught Drev a little off guard. She'd done a complete 180 in a matter of seconds.... But then, it's not like this kind of salacious behavior is anything new to him. Was it just his looks that made women act like that, or because he was the singer of Starface, or were they after his money.... It was a question that probably would never be answered. And did it really matter if it was? As long as Drev got what he was after....
He had a strong urge to lift his leg, to press it firmly between Meegan's leg. But he restrained himself. The delicate touch of her firm breast on his arm was too much, though. Clenching his teeth against the desire to pull her against him, Drev leaned away from her just a tiny bit.
"Let's go then," he said in a low voice, his eyes almost glowing.
He had a strong urge to lift his leg, to press it firmly between Meegan's leg. But he restrained himself. The delicate touch of her firm breast on his arm was too much, though. Clenching his teeth against the desire to pull her against him, Drev leaned away from her just a tiny bit.
"Let's go then," he said in a low voice, his eyes almost glowing.
Meegan
18 years ago
Her eyes smiled as she slid away from him, resisting the urge to dance a little jig in honor of him forgetting or at least pretending to forget. She turned and walked toward the door swaying her hips just a bit more than they did on their own.
She stepped through the door held open for her by the doorman, and with a glance behind her, made sure she was being followed. She approached her driver, spoke briefly with him, before pulling a few bills from her purse. She slipped them in his hand and turned back to her new neighbor. She held her hand out to him and smiled.
"Shall we?"
She stepped through the door held open for her by the doorman, and with a glance behind her, made sure she was being followed. She approached her driver, spoke briefly with him, before pulling a few bills from her purse. She slipped them in his hand and turned back to her new neighbor. She held her hand out to him and smiled.
"Shall we?"
Milazo
18 years ago
Drev lifts his elbow to escort Meegan, smiling a lazy, cocky grin. He leads her to where his bike is parked in a stall far from any other vehicles.
The bike is simply massive. It's been customized through and through; it began its life as a Harley Softail, but evolved over the years into a remarkable street machine. Everything that's not chrome is black. Even the chrome looks darker than it should, though. The handle bars rise into the air like some mutated antennae; Drev has to reach above the level of his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a helmet for you to wear," he says with a hint of apology. When they get to the bike, he releases her arm and fishes the keys out of his pocket. He swings a leg over the hog, then holds a hand out to help Meegan climb on.
The bike is simply massive. It's been customized through and through; it began its life as a Harley Softail, but evolved over the years into a remarkable street machine. Everything that's not chrome is black. Even the chrome looks darker than it should, though. The handle bars rise into the air like some mutated antennae; Drev has to reach above the level of his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have a helmet for you to wear," he says with a hint of apology. When they get to the bike, he releases her arm and fishes the keys out of his pocket. He swings a leg over the hog, then holds a hand out to help Meegan climb on.
Meegan
18 years ago
"That's alright." Meegan took his hand and threw her leg over the massive machine. She'd never been on one quite this big, and was just a little inimidated by it. She took a moment to tuck the ends of her skirt under her thighs and scooted in, her knees pressing gently on his hips. She slid her arms around him and placed her cheek on his shoulder.