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[MARILYN KNIGHT!]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]520 WORDS FOR OPEN i need marilyn to have a fliiing. i need to show off how much of a whore she is. (; DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It was about damn time that she got herself all dolled up and ready to go out on a bringe of partying and drinking. Having been on tour for almost a month now, it was hard for her to find the time to go out and have - what she called - a good time. Putting on her tightest little black dress and tallest, most badass heels, she looked at herself over in the mirror. All of men on tour seemed to have dried up around her and she needed some fresh meat. Maybe a nice boy for chicago would show her a good time just long enough for her to get bored and be able to sneak out, undetected. Oh yes, Marilyn was definitely a 'fuck 'em and chuck 'em' kind of girl, and she took pride in it. It made her feel slightly empowered, knowing that she could do that to any man and they would be happy about it all by the end of it. Of course, she did get some flack for it, having the men's girlfriends or wives call her a slut, whore or homewrecker. Did she care? Not really. Was she going to keep doing it regardless? Abso-fuckin'-lutely. Fluffing her hair a bit, she gave herself a kiss and wink in the mirror before she grabbed a cute black jacket and her clutch. It was all she needed to get drunk and have a way to get home. Hailing a taxi, she jogged over to it as fast as she could in her heels, more than capable of probably being able to run the hundred meter dash in them. Climbing into the cab, she closed the door and looked at the bad, demanding him to take her to the nearest, hottest club. Luckily for her, the taxi driver was more than willing to take her to the hottest night club in the city, he was probably also excited about the mere fact that he had a hot, smokin' chick in the back of his cab, rather than a fat, slobbery drunk. In no time, the cab parked out front of the club and, even from inside the cab, she could hear the bass pumping from within. The sound got her so excite - it definitely had been too long since she had lived it up a little. Handing the taxi his fare, she gave him a small wave and climbed out, immediately seeing many men for the picking. A smirked crossed her face as she walked towards the club, immediately being asked for I.D and showing her driver's license. Quickly paying the entry fee, she strutted over to the coat check out, already seeing the eyes being set upon her; sometimes she didn't know whether it was because of the many tattoos that covered her body, or if it was just the fact that she was an attractive girl - maybe it was both. Giving the girls at the coat check enough money to put her coat away, she turned around and headed back to the bar, prepared to start her night properly. [/style]

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[GAMBIT SLADE!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #a75c5c 8px solid;] ► women were annoying creatures that always seemed to cross slade's mind whenever he didn't need one the most. his lonely streak was starting to add up again, and he hadn't taste the lips of an unfamiliar vixen in at least five nights. although he'd been able to hold himself back from taking a stroll down town for so many days, his itch was becoming too persistent to ignore. but he hated this realization more than anything in his life, currently. the constant need to be inside someone who he couldn't give two fucks about. the need to feel the intimacy and physical contact without the attachments it usually brought was an overbearing weight constantly resting on his shoulders. annoying creatures that toyed with your head more than you realized. even as his eyes skimmed the floor full of dancing bodies, gambit couldn't pick out one of any interest. there were more than a handful that were trying to seek his eye contact, he knew, but they were nothing more than fame-eaters. all he had to do was mention he was in town with the tour and they'd want a piece. he could've been part of the staff and they wouldn't care. and those women were the most disgusting pieces of meat he'd ever laid eyes on. touching them, giving them that satisfaction, wasn't on his to-do list for that evening. so he overlooked each and every one of them, trying to focus on girls who were preoccupied with losing themselves in the music blaring from all angles. those were usually gambit's picks, because they were capable of getting lost in their own little world. plus, they were usually always freaks in bed. each and every one that caught his interest usually had a male tagging along not far behind, however. as much as slade figured he had as much aggressive frustration as sexual, he didn't bother getting into an argument over a woman. he didn't have the patience to keep himself out of jail tonight. instead, he turned back around to face the bar that he'd been leaning against, quick to wave the bartender down. "gimme another bud," he called over the music, only making eye contact with the man for a split second before something caught his eye. turning, he glanced towards the door, something he usually didn't bother doing. it didn't take him long to spot what had caught his eye, and a bit of a devilish smirk pulled at the right corner of his lips. marilyn knight. he watched as she made her way towards the coat check, knowing she'd more than likely make a b-line straight for the bar as soon as it was out of the way. as the bartender came back and set his bottle of beer in front of him, gambit raised his hand again to catch his attention. "thanks man. can you whip me up a sex on the beach?" the bartender gave a bit of a nod, the look on his face a little set-off, but gambit didn't care. he'd see soon enough that it wasn't for him to suck on, so he could keep his thoughts to himself. as soon as gambit knew the petite woman could see him, having taken his leaning posture back against the bar, he lifted the sex on the beach he'd ordered in his left hand, offering it to her with a bit of a tilt. when she approached and took it from him, the playful smirk that took his face was anything but innocent. "fancy seeing you here, sunshine," he said loud enough to be heard, though he kept the usual suggestive huskiness to his voice that he loved using around mar. "you're not stalking me, are you? i would've paid for a hotel room already if i'd known." [/style]

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[MARILYN KNIGHT!]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]642 WORDS FOR OPEN i need marilyn to have a fliiing. i need to show off how much of a whore she is. (; DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Not a whole lot of girls would dare going to the night club alone, if only because of the dangers that could possibly await them. Creepy men who could possibly roofie their drink and then date rape them was one thing. Not only that, girls did care about how they looked in the eyes of the public and going to a bar or club alone just seemed desperate. Not for Marilyn, though. She could walk into a bar alone and still look like she had a posse of girls behind her. It was the confidence she oozed from her skin that made it so she could pull it off. She could see some of the eyes of both men and women turn to her as she waded her way through the crowd and towards the bar. As much as Marilyn loved dancing, she knew she was going to have to get a couple of drinks in her before she could start grinding her ass up against some guy's crotch. Not that she wouldn't do it sober, she just knew it would be easier if she were drunk. Besides, the music was so much easier to dance to when she was absolutely trashed. Once she had finally made it to the bar, she leaned on the counter and gave the bartenders a look of seductive acknowledgement. Almost immediately, he made his way over to her and asked her what she would like, her answer? Just a shot of whiskey to start off. Marilyn needed to catch up to the people around her, even though the night was still young. When anyone partied with Marilyn, they usually copped out and went home earlier than she did, or they just got too drunk that Marilyn didn't feel like taking care of them, so she would send them home in a cab or something along those lines so that she could continue her hunt. It was after one of her friends managed to puke on her dress when she was pushing them into the cab that she decided it was time for her to start going clubbing on her own. Honestly, it was probably the best decision of her life, because she could now just concentrate on what she was doing and not have to worry about her friends getting in trouble or falling over drunk. It was just her, the bar and her pick of the lot that were dancing on the dance floor or standing around her at the bar. After she had quickly finished her shot, she looked around the bar, recognizing a face that she hadn't seen in too long - in her opinion at least. Smirking softly, she saw Gambit Slade holding up her favourite drink. Oh, he knew her far too well for her liking (she didn't like getting attached to her fuck buddies), but she gave in and sauntered down the bar and towards him. Once they were close enough, she reached her hand up and gracefully took the drink from him, his words causing a bigger smirk to grow on her face, "Gambit Slade, I was thinking the same about you." she replied before she took a sip of her drink, "I thought that you would have one ready, whether I was here or not." she started, "I'm sure you have managed just fine, if I hadn't shown up, anyways." she added, leaning on the bar before she put her drink down and stirred it with her straw, "So, how long have you been checking my ass out?" she teased before she have him a cheeky grin. She knew, now, that tonight was definitely the right night to go out on the town, now that she knew that Gambit as going to be her man, tonight. [/style]

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[GAMBIT SLADE!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=style,background-color: #c5cbcf;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; color: #202020; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #a75c5c 8px solid;] ► admittedly, it'd been quite a while since gambit had even thought about marilyn knight. the past few weeks had been either filled with past thoughts and memories or women that he could barely remember the faces of. so, it wasn't that surprising that he'd completely forgotten about the tattooed and pierced blonde. at least, forgot that she was sometimes available for company. but seeing her tonight refreshed every memory and every thought that gambit had ever had when it came to the vixen down the bar from him, and he found himself craving a way to put out the fire in the pit of his stomach. the grin that took place on his lips when she started to make her way towards him could only be described as inviting. he let his eyes roam her tight dress without a care, knowing full well that she could see him visually eating her up. as soon as she lifted her hand and grasped the glass, he let his loosen, the drink sliding effortlessly from his grasp to her own. her response almost caused a chuckle to try and find its way out while he was swallowing a mouthful of beer, and the look in his eyes showed his delight in her feistiness to respond in such a way back. not a lot of women tried to challenge him, so the ones that did usually ended up getting more of a response and more encounters with him. "nah, i was thinkin' about making zach listen to me bend some broad over the kitchenette counter until four in the morning," he responded with a serious enough face. god only knew how many times gambit had to hear zach and whoever the hell he brought back to the bus for hours on end. "but if you'd rather me keep how much you love me reefing on your hair in private tonight, then i guess i can spare the couple hundred for a room." raising his hand, he followed suite with the way she was leaning and rested his now free armed hand on the top of the bar, his opposite lifting his beer to his lips for another swig. arching a brow at her question, gambit pulled a thoughtful face, slowly lifting his beer once again in the midst to steal another small mouthful. "actually, probably about as long as that fucker over there," he mused out loud in a joking tone, taking the opportunity to shift a little bit closer to her and move to rest his back against the bar. "not that it matters. you wouldn't be standing in front of me if you didn't have any plans on putting those fuck-me lips to work." a cocky smirk took place over the thoughtful expression he'd given off moments before, side glancing her from the corner of his eye as he tipped his head back to take another swig. the best thing about marilyn was that even if gambit pushed her over the edge and stomped over boundaries she wouldn't want him to, that just made her angry. and unlike other women when they got angry and shut down completely in the sexual area, she was a sex fiend when enraged. it was almost his mission to try and get her to take something out on him every time they met. [/style]

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[MARILYN KNIGHT!]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]607 WORDS FOR OPEN i need marilyn to have a fliiing. i need to show off how much of a whore she is. (; DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]It was no surprise to Marilyn when she saw the look of inviting on Gambit's face; though she knew he had the pick of the lot tonight, it never mattered when she was in the room. Usually women would feel special and maybe somewhat modest about the fact that a man chose her out of every other woman, but for Marilyn, she was too cocky to feel special. For her, it was basically just a give in that she was the one that he wanted for the night. The same went for any other man that decided to pick her up for the night; she expected them to drop everything (and everyone) that the planned on doing just to have a taste of what she could offer, if she was feeling that generous. With Gambit, though, she always felt generous. He knew just how to treat her and that was far from right. There was something about Gambit that Marilyn didn't like to think could turn into anything, but she often did. Usually it ended up with her just fucking his brains out and she would be satisfied until their next meeting. The thought only popped up every once in a while, and, to be honest, it scared her to no end. Marilyn was never one for commitment and she never would be. A grin played across her lips as the comment about fucking in 'A Tasteful Death's' bus, god only knows how many times they had done it before. Still, the thought of actually having a hotel room, with a nice bed and some privacy, was a nice one; so, Marilyn thought up a proposition, "How about this," she started,gently gesturing towards him with the hand that was holding her new drink, "you pay for my drinks tonight, bum me some smokes and I'll pay for the hotel room." oh yes, Marilyn was feeling very generous tonight. Her grin widened as she finished, "I mean, it's the least I could do for the pay back I'll be receiving later." she finished before taking a sip of her drink and flipped her hair over to one shoulder as she swallowed. To her, the proposition was more than fair, he payed for her drinks and she payed for the room; it was a win-win in her opinion, seeing as she was now able to buy all the drinks she wanted and most hotels were probably about the same price as the amount of drinks she was about to consume. Her attention towards the guy that Gambit had stated was staring at her ass as long as he was was. As she turned to look at him, she could see that the guy was, in fact, staring at her ass. A coy smirk started to show on her face as she gave the guy once over, causing the guy to give her a smirk of his own. But before he could walk over, Marilyn turned back to Gambit and her expression hardened a bit; she knew he was pissing her off on purpose, seeing as most of her sexual drive was based off anger (as unhealthy as it was), "You never know, Slade," her expression loosened a bit before she took a sip of her drink. After she finished, she leaned closer to him, "Maybe I just walked over here for a good conversation." she stated before she slipped her free hand into his pocket, where she knew he kept the smokes, and pulled them out, "Shall we go out to the deck for a smoke?" she asked before she turned from him and started to head towards the smoke deck. [/style]

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[GAMBIT SLADE!]

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[atrb=vAlign,top] one track mind ○○○ if there was one thing that gambit was definitely one-hundred percent for sure of tonight, it was that he wouldn't be going anywhere empty handed. no matter where he went; the bathroom stall, his bunk, a hotel or motel room. just the look in her eyes told him that she was more than interested in spending the night with him, and he knew that his probably betrayed his cool exterior when it usually came to playing cat and mouse with a woman. but it'd been a while, and even longer since he'd had a taste of marilyn. if he said that his mind wasn't already overflowing with ideas, and his mouth wasn't watering from them, it'd definitely be one of the biggest lies he'd ever dared to breathe. when she started to speak, the tone obviously telling him she was going to propose something and he'd have to make a choice, he arched his eyebrows in anticipation, hoping it involved something to do with them going somewhere he wouldn't get arrested for pounding the living fuck out of her. as her proposition started to be revealed, a slow smirk started to work its way over his lips. so she was going to play that kind of card, was she? he eyed the sex on the beach in her hand, his mind going over the numbers for the over-priced types of drinks that the bartenders had to offer. it was a tough bargain, one that if he'd been anymore in the bag, he wouldn't have bothered to think about. but, if he weight out the options and the outcomes, he didn't see paying for her drinks becoming a bad thing- for him or his wallet. it wasn't like he couldn't make the money to replace her alcohol binge with one of the band's shows, anyway. regardless, he kept quiet on the proposition for the time being, figuring he'd let her sit in hot water for a few moments, and continued to play the role of his usual egotistical self. only, instead of blindly trying to stab in the dark, he knew that no matter what he said to her, his hook was already well beyond sunk into her skin. he watched her reaction when she glanced towards the male at the opposite side of the building. it made him even more cocky when he returned her look, and then after she'd broken the contact to look at him, the guy's confidence seemed to waver and vanish. if he hadn't been so busy listening to marilyn's sexy angered tone, he probably would've laughed at the poor sap. but it wasn't like he knew what rejection really felt like when it came from marilyn, so he couldn't relate to the feeling. "mhmm, i'm so sure the only reason why you're talking to me right now is because you wanna trade deep conversa- hey, what're you-" blinking, gambit just watched as she reached her hand bluntly into his pocket and snatched his pack of malboros, before walking off towards the smoking area with them clenched in her free hand. "fuck me." sure, she'd sent the invitation his way, but that didn't mean he wanted her hands in his pants unless it was for a different kind of reason. with his beer firmly grasped in his hand, he tucked it into his chest as he began to follower her, so that if he happened to veer too close to dancing bodies, no one knocked his alcohol out of his hand. occasionally, when it was safe, he'd take a swig, but he made them quick. at least, until he was capable of breathing in some fresh air and didn't have to worry about his elbow getting lodged into someone's side. and that was still a rare thing, being able to stand comfortably outside on the balcony without having at least twenty other smokers surrounding you. but after gambit emerged from the large opening to an almost empty deck, his mood brightened. falling into step behind marilyn, he reached his free hand forward and snaked his arm around her waist. with a jerk, he turned her just in time before she reached the balcony's railing, forcing her back against it with her now facing him. gambit kept his waist close to hers, uncaring for the heat that he could feel from her bare skin against his jeans, and started to work his zippo out of his pocket. after she'd taken her smoke, he pulled one from his case and slipped it between his lips. after the case was safely shoved back into his pocket, he flipped the lid to his zippo lighter and raised the contraption between them. with a bit of a smirk lingering on the corners of his lips, he leaned forward so that they could light the tips of their cigarettes with the same flame. naturally, it was just an excuse to get close to her, to feel her against him without seeming like he was really just counting down the songs until he could have her. pulling back, just enough so that his face wasn't leaned towards hers anymore, he tucked his lighter away and exhaled his first drag into the breeze. after his attention was back on the tattooed and pierced vixen in front of him, he shifted his now once again free hand to rest on the railing, supporting his slightly leaned posture. "so all i have to do is buy your drinks, and possibly give you cancer, eh?" he asked with a smirk, narrowing his eyes mischiefly. before she had time to answer, he leaned in again, only this time his lips found her left ear, and he made sure there was no moving capable for her between him and the railing; he wanted her to feel the intensity of not being able to control herself how she might want to. "how many drinks do you think you'll need before your panties start getting soaked? or, better question.." he began, whispering lightly so his breath would curve against her earlobe. "how many do you think you'll be able to sit through with my hand up your dress?" mar-cat ○ 1033 ○ outfit ○ bamf ;D

[MARILYN KNIGHT!]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Before the tour, Marilyn had made a living by working in Sephora and Mac locations in her city and had even got up to be the general manager of one store. Most people would have to ask how someone so not personable had managed to snag such a position. The answer was simple, Marilyn faked it. She faked nice all day at work because she knew that, if she didn't she wouldn't be able to do what she loved, which was make up. However, when the manager for murder Mayhem had happened across her doing someone's make up in the store she had been working at and offered her the job, she took it without hesitation. She knew it was going to be so much easier than pretending to like people all day, she only had to pretend with a few people. And, who knew, maybe she would be able to make friends. When she realized just who else was on the tour, though, she could barely contain her excitement. She loved Succubus, The Phantom Agony and Disturb the Peace, all of them owning a spot on her ipod permanently. Oddly enough, she had never heard of A Tasteful Death, or had maybe heard of them but never really took the time ti listen to them. When she did manage to listen to them, which was a live set from backstage after doing Faye's make up, it wasn't exactly the music she was interested. Thus started the string of hook ups between herself and Gambit that were only now starting to feel like something more to her, though she would never admit it. When she had managed to sneak her hand into his pocket and pull out his smokes, she could tell that Gambit was not exactly excited about the fact that she had done so. It wasn't like she actually cared, she only found it quite cute and amusing, it was like Gambit was scared of her knowing anything that intimate about him. Walking through the dance floor, she felt herself getting pushed and bumped by all of the drunk dancers that seemed to be too lost in their own little world to realize that they were bumping into someone who didn't exactly want to get bumped into. Having been to many clubs before, Marilyn had grown immune to the constant pushing and shoving that she knew came with the deal, but it still pissed her off. It should be obvious that Marilyn loved crowds, just simply because of the fact that she went to clubs all of the time, well it wasn't the case. She hated crowds and would do anything to getaway form them, except if it meant a good fuck. She was all about a good fuck; so when she saw Gambit, she knew she could tolerate the crowds for a bit longer. But, even after a while of trying to talk to Gambit over the loud music and shouting people, Marilyn knew she couldn't take much more. That was why she stole his smokes, to get some one on one time with him as well as escape the crowd. Once they neared the smoke deck, she felt his arms slip around her and, to be honest, it had caught her off guard. Well, until she felt him push her up against the balcony, then she realized what his true intentions were. All she could think about, as she put her cigarette into her mouth and watched as he leaned forwards and lit both of their cigs with the same flame, was how good his lips tasted and how amazing his hands felt all over her body. The mere thoughts made her want to spread her legs more, and she did almost giving him the most blatant message that she was more than ready to just leave right now and pay for the hotel with him only buying one of her drinks and giving her one of his smokes. With their faces still close, she took a drag of her cigarette and blew it away and into the air. As close as they were, she wasn't about to use it as an excuse to blow smoke in his face. Nodding at his words, she looked into his eyes and smirked, Mhm, I'm feeling generous tonight." she explained before she watched him lean into closer to her ear, knowing that there could only be good that came from his lips as he did so. His words caused her to sink into railing more, knowing that, when it came down to him, it wouldn't take that many drinks before she would be begging him to take her to the hotel room. Hell, it could even get as bad as her asking him to take her to the bathroom to fuck, she didn't care. Turning her head to face him, she bit on her lower lip and smirked, trying her hardest not to give away just how much she was craving him. With their noses just barely touching, she spoke just as quietly as he had, "Why don't you just try and we'll find out..." she replied before she leaned closer and brushed her lips against his, inviting him to a kiss that he had to know would be much less gentle than the initial brush she had just given him. Marilyn was all about making out, she loved it and if any man wasn't willing to participate in a good make out session before sex, she wouldn't be nearly as satisfied when it came down to the actual act of sex. Gambit should have known this by now, so Marilyn was confident that he was going to get the message. [/style]

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NINE SIX FOUR WORDS FOR GAMBIT/ SIX .

oh my god, these two. hot damn.