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Post by prussia on Jul 11, 2011 3:08:36 GMT -5
Maria had swept into the building with a flair, knowing she looked good in a tightly cut red dress that revealed a teasing glance of cleavage. And though she had come alone, the Prussian woman smirked in triumph when she managed to still turn heads as she passed.
But now she was bored, and the event was barely two hours in. Maria slumped against the wall with a pout, a drink in her hand that she was sipping delicately at. It wasn’t beer; just some sort of fancy alcohol that she couldn’t even pronounce the name of.
Her hands were tapping against her hip, just itching to sneak the lighter she had brought and set the place on fire – if only to find something to laugh at. But Maria contained herself, and sighed softly. If she did that, she would lose any opportunity she could gain here.
She entertained herself for a moment by playing with the lemon slice in her drink, but her eyes raised with every noise the door made by opening or closing – there were interesting people there tonight, but for some reason Maria couldn’t bring herself to move.
The Prussian sighed again, blinking lazily. If there was nothing new going on, she would just dump her drink on the nearest unfortunate person and blow this joint – and get drunk on real beer. There wasn’t much to hold her attention.
And that was dangerous.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 12, 2011 22:59:46 GMT -5
Parties were annoying. People thought they were more they actually were, and people were hiding behind masks the whole time. Pittering and yammering about the most mundane things like they were actually worth more. Hah! How stupid! They were probably lesser creatures than the ones that walked on four legs. However Romano's boss, who worked with several high ranking people here, demanded the poor little Italian boy to come.
It wasn't much of a fight, his boss was extremely intimidating, but Romano still didn't want to be there. In fact, he wanted to walk on his heel and away from the stuffy place. His suit, one of the finest he had, his still cold aura drove people away from him. He looked like a cagey animal just waiting to pounce on a slow and idiotic piece of prey, ripping it to shreds.
He gave a small sigh, staring at the ceiling. It was a grand event, obviously not a cent wasted in boosting their pathetic egos. His auburn-olive eyes stared at the elegant dresses, usually showing a bit of cleavage, or some type of skin. He was used to it, but the woman here didn't really interest him. Not that they weren't beautiful women, but they were either clinging to men or clinging to their makeup.
Raising a eyebrow, Romano supposed he was just too cynical. These people did nothing to him, besides be a hindrance. Kittens were more of a pain then half these people he would probably never see again. Staring at the wine glass that was cupped in his hand, the stem passing through his fingers. Sipping the dark liquid, he momentarily was entranced by it. It wasn't as he hadn't seen such a liquid, he was Italian, but the color.
It wasn't as cliche as blood, even though it was close of a color. It was such a pure color that it interested him though. It didn't tint very much with all the lights around, and in fact it was very strong, with a almost bitter aftertaste. Romano made it a habit to not drink a lot, he refused to drink beer and the like, after all he didn't need to be drunk to deal with the after effects. Drunk people were just annoying. You could barely control yourself, since people who drink enough are smashed out of their minds.
Finally tired of being a wallflower, as the woman who chattered with him earlier had so deemed him, he walked a little closer to the stairs. People were still flitting in and out, and he tried to keep the dark scowl off his face. He sadly couldn't leave yet, but they could. Shoot him, he was jealous and he didn't really care much to deny it.
A few women who he had to nicely flirt with, jumped at the chance to try to touch his curl, or wished to see more of that charming smile, he outwitted and dumped them, wondering where the charming Italian man went off to. However Romano finally had enough of the one side of the room and put himself in the middle. Thank god no one was looking at him. He really didn't have enough energy to deal with another woman who only wanted him to throw compliments her way.
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Post by prussia on Jul 16, 2011 17:29:18 GMT -5
Taking a small sip of her drink, Maria made a face. It was far too sweet for her tastes. What happened to good old fashioned beer? She was just about ready to throw it against the wall and grab the nearest man – regardless of whether he had a woman companion with him or not – to pull him into the center of the room, where there seemed to be more excitement.
She had thought this party would be the one of the year, but so far she was completely disappointed. Sure, there were countless drinks and people here – with music drifting in from somewhere – but it wasn’t that entertaining. Maria didn’t think there could be an advantage to her staying any longer.
Though she really did need to find a bigger, and better job; one that paid better. All she had to do was find a model. The Prussian’s eyes swept through the crowds, but due to her standards she dismissed every single one. Maria sighed softly, and lifted the glass so she could stare into the liquid. There had to be a way for her to get drunk. But it didn’t seem that there was enough alcoholic content.
Frowning to herself, Maria pushed off the wall to venture into the crowds. She was careful to keep her drink close to her chest, though she wasn’t about to drink it – it was a precaution, so that people didn’t knock into her and spill it on her dress. Because there would be hell to pay if her dress got dirty. Even if she didn’t like dresses, they were serious business.
Especially if they made her look this damn good.
The Prussian laughed softly, holding her head high even as she pushed some people aside without thought. She could care less if she hurt their feelings; they didn’t live up to her standards as a model, so she disregarded them easily. And then she found the Italian.
And damn, was he adorable.
“Guten tag, cutie!” she greeted loudly, sidling up to him and pressing herself up against his side. Maria looped an arm lazily around his waist and laughed, grinning. “What brings you here, hm? You didn’t get dumped, did ya? You’re too adorable for someone to leave alone!” The Prussian cackled, her eyes sparkling, and she teasingly squeezed his cheek.
She might have just found her next model.
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Post by Romano Vargas on Jul 27, 2011 2:56:39 GMT -5
The drinks were honestly a horrid choice of wine for this event. The wine didn't age very well he supposed, or it was just a crappy wine. He sighed quietly, wondering what on earth was going to crawl of the this party next? Rolling his eyes a little, trying to keep it from being noticed, he stared at a lovey couple who were pointing at things and being obnoxiously loud.
From their accent, they seemed to be American. The man kept repeating the woman's name, and they seemed awed by everything. The woman was blond, and was wearing...some odd dress, but after having enough of their slightly amusing stupidity, he turned around to stare at something else.
Romano sighed quietly, looking towards the people, moving in a slow fashion. Fake smiles shined on their perfect makeup-ed faces, giggling at unfunny jokes, as if it was hilarious. His lip twitched, but he forced down the sneer. People like this disgusted him. The brunette wanted to see real reactions, even if they were annoying.
True, he was a complete hypocrite, but he could say true things with the right questions. He was secretive. Not outright denying anyone who got close to him. Chuckling, as he sipped a small sip of the wine, he realized that was a lie. He denied those who had stuck through his hailstorm/hurricane/tornado-like personality, because he was terrified.
He was in the middle of a event, and he's self-reflecting. Rolling his eyes to himself, he had a small amused smile on his face. Romano supposed he was the only one self-reflecting at a time like this. Oh well.
At the loud call from a female voice, he almost choked on his spit. When she pressed up close to him, he almost threw his glass across the room. Giving the -was she albino or was she fake- woman a mildly irritated glance, he quickly smoothed it over with a neutral calm one. It was a woman, and he really shouldn't curse at a woman.
“I am here for the event, and no I didn't get dumped.” Despite his calm face, his voice was grated with irritation. Not even he held that much power of his voice it seemed. The brunette gave the woman a once over, and....he couldn't say he was attracted to her one bit. Of course he was always interested in both genders, albino didn't appeal to him that...much.
Though it didn't seemed faked, so he could credit her with that. “I was alone when I-” He gave a started yip of surprised as she squeezed his cheek, he felt like he was bantering with a sister, not a esteemed guest at some froofy party. “From your lack of respect of my personal space, I'm guessing you're just as bored, and you're not the type that normally goes to such a confining area?” He asked amused.
Finally. Someone who showed somewhat real colors- though he distantly thought was she hitting on him or not-, but Romano played the hand he was dealt with.
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Post by prussia on Aug 1, 2011 14:02:48 GMT -5
Maria just grinned at the irritated look she received, tightening her hold around his waist. She tilted her head with a mischievous look in her eyes. “Are you sure~? You looked lonely so I thought I should grace you with my awesome presence, kesesesese~!” Starting to nuzzle at his shoulder, she continued to laugh quietly; there was something about his expression that amused her greatly.
Pursing her lips in thought at his question, the Prussian looked back down at her drink for a moment before peeking up at him again, saluting him with it. “This party is boring! Glad to know someone thinks the same way I do!” But she wasn’t the least bit tipsy yet, not even halfway through it (she usually was by this time, and she could say that she was the life of the party) – if you don’t get drunk, you’re not awesome enough.
Maria nudged the man beside her, and as he turned she shoved her drink into his hands with a flirty wink. “That one’s yours! Have fun, kesesese~!” Ignoring the startled look on the man’s face (he wasn’t interesting enough to her, and she soon forgot about him), the albino shifted her hands to encircle the Italian’s arm and pulled him after her towards the edge of the room, where the bar was situated.
Pushing her way to the front after waiting impatiently for a couple to order their drinks, she slid onto a barstool and set her elbows on the counter. There was a sly look on her face as she eyed the person behind the bar, fingers tapping against the glass. “Tell me ya got some beer. Every good party has awesome German beer.”
The man nodded, giving her a nervous look. One that she didn't even notice. Maria grinned, and slapped her hand on the bar with a cheer in German. “Give me and mein freund here your best beer! On the double!”
Remembering the Italian beside her, she turned to him. “What are you gonna do? Just stand there?” Maria grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the stool beside her with a cackle; out of curiosity, her hand lifted to bat gently at that flyaway curl. “What’s a little cutie like you doing here in place like this all alone, hm~?”
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Post by Romano Vargas on Aug 10, 2011 22:27:52 GMT -5
Were women so delicate? Even crude women like this? He didn't doubt that this woman was strong, but the muscle mass was horridly different. He mused just a bit, giving her a glare. It was glimmering in irritation, but obviously, nothing had pissed him off to yell at this female.
Females were always such a giant mystery to him. If he didn't respect them so much, he would give them a one two for. "I am sure. No doubt. Now that I'm graced with such a magnificent presence, maybe you can find some other Italian to hang over?" His voice dripped in sarcasm, his voice slowly turning into his normal grating tone, instead of the suave dark voice he used to charm these women away from him.
His body jolted at the unfamiliar touch of the silverette nuzzling his shoulder. Biting back the dark scowl that threatened to take over his face, he knew that he was giving her too many signs that he was irritated. Apparently she enjoyed this. "This is supposed to be a event, which means despite the name it wasn't going to be eventful." He raised a eyebrow at a man who pointed to the woman clinging to his arm.
Did they really ever think he would be with someone like her? He would admit that she was attractive, in the alluring sense of the term, since he never really saw many albinos...but he couldn't say her grating personality would endear him much. Almost spilling his drink, as the woman dragged him to the bar. The undignified squawk that flew from his mouth would have surely upset the man who dragged him here.
Thank god he wasn't near that soon to be dead idiot.
Staring at the bartender with a almost blank look, he felt like he was being dragged around like a idiot. His blank face, turned to a horrified one quickly. "German beer?!" Romano practically spat. "I am not drinking that drink even if it would safe my life! My Italian blood forbids me!" Snapping to the bartender, he growled out, "Ignore the disgusting piss water for me, and get me a water. I'm going to drown myself in it."
As the bartender flailed to go get the order done as he was yanked up on a barstool. His knee clicked against it causing the irritable Italian to wince. Though if she asked it was her annoying laughter that was causing him to wince as it shredded his eardrums.
"Chigi!" He yipped, glaring at her again, though a blush dusted Romano's face. "My boss dragged me here, and dumped me to be seen, so he could go kiss up to other people. What on earth are you doing here?" The 'you' probably shouldn't be stressed as much as it was, but Romano could care less.
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