I love it how she breathes booze in the mornin'.

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Arrabella-Fayne Alice Selwyn-Avery II

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The sunlight hit me dead in the eye,

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Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night.

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With her brain feeling as if it had been under the pressure of a two-ton semi truck, Arrabella had walked into jitters holding her head in her hands, trying to stream the sunlight out of her sight. The dark green velor suit she was sporting, clung tightly to her her long, slim frame, making her feel even more congested and claustrophobic. Her chocolate brown, unwashed hair was tightly tied up in a loose bun with her oil coated, long, thick bangs left free to frame her oily, unwashed face. Something about this look she was dawning made her give off a vibe of vulnerability, yet it gave her the confidance of thinking she was untouchable; something she very much was. It added mystery to her already dangerous persona, and her glowing skin seemed to match the large amount of knotted dark hair tied to the back of her head.

The smell of the freshly brewed coffee wafted into her nose, mixing with the contaminated fresh air of Arindale, strengthening her craving for a steaming cup of roast. She dropped her hands once she entered the small cafe and began to look around for anyone she might know. Arrabella loved to mix her coffee with her alcohol, but even more she loved to mix her alcohol with her pleasure.

Memories of the night before flashed in front her eyes, as realistically captured as they had been when the reality was present. She fished around in her over-sized purse looking for her vintage flask. When she finally caught a hold of the small metal container, she felt that the bottle she filled every morning, had been completely emptied the previous night.

As she looked up, she found it was time for her to order.

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Owen was well, in one of his better moods, though one could only assume that in some ways, it was just his worse. He was the most uncaring at this point, though it’s like he let the thoughts of others dawn on him so much, but he could certainly say that he aimed to please those who might be of use, or was one of his own. But on days like these were he could wake with a woman by his side and not have the taste of liquor on his lips while his head throbbed as if something had tried to crush it was a pleasant one. Especially since he could remember the night’s events as clearly as one over come with his lust really could. Though the girl had woke up embarrassed by her nude body, which was a shame due to the fact that it was quite pleasant and her skin fairly smooth. But apparently she’d gotten lost in the moment as well, which was something well smiled upon for it just brought his ego a bit higher, and at times it was full enough that it just spilled over and he loved it.

So he was quite pleasant at the moment for being Owen Maddock Bletchley. Whether the world thought that or not didn’t matter, for all of its damn worth. He was for the most part satisfied with himself and the day, and very little could really dampen his mood, not even a rather greasy looking woman at the Jitters Café, which he’d just walked into. She looked like she could be quite appealing but at the moment she was just disgusting with her unclean ways, he’d have to be drunk to sleep with this one and be happy about it. His eyes showed his disgust as he walked up behind her, waiting for his turn to order his own cup of coffee. She looked familiar as if he’d seen her before, though he wouldn’t have guessed that she was in Delta Zeta with his little sister who would honestly never let herself go like that for long.

She stood there, mindless as it was her turn to order. He waited for only a moment before stepping up to the counter in front of her and smiling at the young woman that was there taking orders. It was the usual charming one which sometimes got him something extra. What that extra was depended on the woman.

“I’d like a caramel cappuccino,” he told her with a bit of sweetness in his voice. She gave him a nod and a smile. “It’ll be right up sir.” And she went to make it his drink leaving those behind him waiting as he did so, looking over the counter at the young woman, enjoying the view as he waited.

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Arrabella-Fayne Alice Selwyn-Avery II

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The sunlight hit me dead in the eye,

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Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night.

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Arrabella smiled in delight as she looked out of the window to see that the sun had become clouded over. She hadn't been home yet that day, and hadn't had the time to change. She was sure she smelled of nothing but booze and stale perfume, which considerably disgusted her. She had just ordered a black coffee to go, thinking about how the cliche term of black coffee seemed to suit her well, almost in a metaphorical prospective. It was bitter, but worthwhile just as she had seen herself to be.

Looking down at a recent text message and heading toward the door, Arie managed to bump into a clean cut man, smelling like a little bit of booze himself, who had been standing in line behind her. She nearly split her hot coffee and didn't take the time to apologize, as she was embarrassed by her uncleanliness and was craving the least bit of attention. She hadn't planned on running into anyone worth while that morning, and was in a completely flabbergasted state of mind when she peered ahead at the cleanly man.

He was cute, really, and she probably would've let herself stare just a little bit longer before turning away, but her mind was still stuck on the night before and somehow the flashbacks of captivated moments had managed to crowd it's self into the majority of her thoughts. She turned away, vanishing the sparkling man from her thoughts, and focused on stepping out onto the side walk. She managed to stand still for a few moments while she tried to figure out the best way of getting back to the sorority house unseen.

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He continued to look at the woman’s form until she turned around and walked towards him to give him his drink. Her cheeks flushing as she realized he’d been staring at her, a smirk appearing on his lips as he noticed the rose on her pale skin. She was shaky as she handed him the drink, her words scrambled and embarrassing, making him laugh lightly. He could barely make out the words but he was sure that there were “Here’s your drink sir, watch out, its hot.” Something typical like that, just, more distorted and not quite so understandable. He knew the price so she didn’t have to bother tell him. He handed her the money and waited for his receipt, which he normally would have left behind but when she held it out to him he took the chance to grab her hand and kiss it gently. He’d probably never go much farther with this one, but he wanted to see if she’d die just from that. She didn’t though she did look like she was about to faint. He would have kissed her lips but someone poked his shoulder rather roughly.

“Knock it off lover boy! Some us need our life support.” the woman’s voice was rough, aged, but he turned around and leaned against the corner, a smile on his lips as he tilted his head. She was a rather fat one, and he recognized her as being one of the professors. He’d never taken her class truthfully though he had gone into it just to flirt with a girl. Honestly, the class was boring enough that the girl didn’t even care she was missing the monotoned lecture. “Well I’m sure my lips will suffice.”

The woman huffed and pushed him out of the way. “No thank you boy. And the next time I see you in my class I’m calling security! And no more tainting Meghan, she’s a sweet girl and is much too good for your type.” Owen laughed lightly. “Been there, and I’m done with that Miss.” He grinned and walked away leaving the professor in a bit of shock, then glared at the young woman at the counter that watched him as he walked out of the café.

As he walked out he noticed the greasy girl from before, his disgust showed again as he looked down upon her. He took a sip from his drink and walked up to her. “You know the horrid really shouldn’t just loiter around. It makes the rest of want to puke.” He looked at her again, now that he was closer and remembered seeing her in a group with some of his sister’s girls and shook his head and gave a laugh. It couldn't be, no way. “I am really seeing a Delta Zeta walking around so improperly?”

Today was a good day, wasn't it?

[arrabella avery]

Arrabella-Fayne Alice Selwyn-Avery II

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The sunlight hit me dead in the eye,

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Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night.

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Her daze had become secured around trying to find the memories she had managed to lose in the midst of pushing her alcoholic limit. She knew she had to have blacked out, considering she had woken up in a foreign place. Not that that hadn't been the story of her life. Her thoughts were interrupted when the fancy gentleman who had stood behind her, began to insult her appearance. He was taller then she, she began to take into account and listened to his dull mockery.

“You know the horrid really shouldn’t just loiter around. It makes the rest of want to puke.” He had looked at her again, making her feel the bit most more livid.

"Very funny. I guess you hadn't taken in to consideration that some of us live our lives to the standards of our personal-being every now and then, instead of following the moral codes our parents have given us." She said with a wild flicker in her eye.
“I am really seeing a Delta Zeta walking around so improperly?” He had cut her off before she was able to finish her revenge filled statement, embarrasing her a slight amount.


This comment confused her. Delta Zeta? How did he know she was a representative from the prestigious sorority? She let her mind wander back to the current conversation.

"Yes, in fact you are. What are you going to say to that?" She smiled crookedly at her own statement and continued on with the mere truth, "I haven't been able to make it back to the house yet and wanted to grab a cup of coffee. I really hadn't expect to see anyone; I really hate to live in my own filth."

She was becoming unamused by the man, insulting her appearance. She knew she was a beautiful girl, one of the higher catching in her ratings. Who was he to be aloud to blame her of a malfunction of beauty. She eyed him cautiously, allowing herself a final question to quench the curiosity she knew would mingle later.

"How did you know which sorority I represent?"

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He took another drink from his cappuccino, burning his tongue a bit, but keeping his facial expression as neutral as possible as he didn’t want to give her any reason to turn things on him. They were talking about her and her disgusting appearance though she represented his sister’s sorority, and so if anyone else saw her and knew who she was, she’d be bringing them a good amount of shame. Stupid girl, staying out all night and not even usually some sort of spell to at least make herself look decent until she got back to her house. He couldn’t bear any pity for a girl like that, especially when he felt as if some of his taste buds had died and he’d not be able to taste as well for some time. What a shame for the next girl he had fun with, he always enjoyed coming back when they tasted wonderful, though there were other factors as well.

“What I’m going to say to that is its quite disappointing,” he said lightly swishing his drink gently as he looked down upon it before looking back up at her. “I’ve always seen those girls expect so much more from themselves than coming home all greasy and smelling of booze. Though I suppose you could just be one of those more wild ones that some men would just regret getting into an arranged marriage with.” He shrugged “Or at least I would, to be truthful. So I’ll be praying for sure, to bad I don’t quite believe in a god.”

"How did you know which sorority I represent?"

He raised an eyebrow, tempted to take another drink but opted not to for he’d not quite gotten over his last one. “Well as elder brother of one of the co-presidents and being someone who will probably be forced to marry one of the Delta Zeta. I like to check out my possibles. Even more so I like to see what kind of people my sister is ruling over. I’d hate for them to embarrass her of all people.” He smiled lightly and looked over her once more. “You know you could at least use some sort of small spell to make yourself look at least half way civil, and not quite so… disappointing.”

[arrabella avery]

Arrabella-Fayne Alice Selwyn-Avery II

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The sunlight hit me dead in the eye,

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Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night.

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"....I suppose you could just be one of those more wild ones that some men would just regret getting into an arranged marriage with.” He had shrugged his shoulders only to deliver the ending statement. “Or at least I would, to be truthful. So I’ll be praying for sure..."

How incredibly rude Arrabella had thought instantly. Sure she was rebellious, but as far as someone in the making for a terrible wife, she thought not. Then she thought again, looking at the situation from another angle and realized that what he had suggested hadn't been far off from the truth.

Arrabella looked down in to her right hand where her black coffee was cooling rapidly. Something about not adding steamed milk to the concoction she presumed. The boy had been jabbering away at something, though she no longer took interest. Instead she was staring at him, looking at his features. Thin face, dark hair. Not her type, really. He seemed almost frightening to even look at, yet familiar in some distant, distinct way. His chit chat went on until something caught her attention, and she began to listen again.


"...Well as elder brother of one of the co-presidents and being..."

Elder brother of a co-president? Arrabella had just taken to caring for one of them in her drunken state the night before, with the help of a girl who had held the same yet contrasted features of the man standing before her. It couldn't have been Hollie that he was related to, but perhaps Annabella? But she was blond, and Hollie was brunette. She studied him a bit longer, barely able to catch the end of his gibberish.

“You know you could at least use some sort of small spell to make yourself look at least half way civil, and not quite so… disappointing.”

Arrabella had stood still, quietly until she was sure he was done rapping it up. A spell? Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that? Oh yes, because she was more focused on escaping the hotel room she had become trapped in with a stranger. The drunken nights yet to cease her, this one had been cute.

She smiled coyly up at the shabby man who had been jabbing at her nerves.

"Well then we shall both pray never to become betrothed to one another, as I too can see it would be a match made in hell." She turned her head to the right, squinting her eyes in the direction of the sun. How she wished she had thought to have grabbed her sunglasses. "But I'm sure as your sister has as recently as last night, became a friend of mine, we will have to deal with the likes of each other a lot more often. So please allow me to apologize for my dreadful looks, but as well it would only be fair that you confess your name..."

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