this city ain't built to sleep

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon had been trying at this damn Architecture paper for two and a half hours now. To be fair, he'd made good progress, being about half-way through the second page of a three-to-five page requirement. Around that last thirty minutes, though, he'd been fiddling around online, talking to anyone else online in the college chat room. Luckily enough for him, Oakley James had been on.

That was really a lucky thing for any guy. She was one of the girls on campus who all the boys were out to talk to. Of course, being Simon Chapman had its benefits. He was on the higher up of the social ladder just as she was, and so got the privilege of talking to her without fear of rejection. At least, he didn't see any reason why she wouldn't be interested in talking to him.

The two actually got along pretty nicely, which tended to happen with Simon and females. He was able to allot them a lot more patience and tolerance than members of his own gender.

Somewhere in the middle of the chat, he'd decided his paper was near enough finished to have company over. So, hell, why not invite over the lovely Miss James? She'd already told him how lonely it was over at her dorm, and it wasn't much better at his with his roommates out, so he offered for her to hang at his dorm.

He had a margarita mixer, a pretty high-quality television with most of the movies he'd had back at his apartment, and, of course, weed in the very bottom drawer of the small kitchen area in the dorm.

Straightening the area in the living room where he'd been working on his paper before up a bit, he glanced around for a shirt. Did he need one? It wasn't like Oakley hadn't seen it before. He figured he'd decide once he heard a knock at the door. There was a shirt within reaching distance. But the air conditioning in their dorm was awful, so he didn't like one on if he didn't feel like it was necessary.

Plopping down on the couch and turning the television on to some movie on FX, he set the volume to a soft murmur and listened for the sound of a knock.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

"Okay then I'll be there soon. (:"

Why was Oakley such a happy drunk? It seemed after a few drinks she always became this bubbly flirty girl, which in reality she wasn't. That didn't matter at the moment, however, for she was invited to a boy's dorm. Actually, a very cute boy's dorm. So, se didn't mind her flirty drunkenness for once.

Smiling to herself, she shut off the computer and backed away from her desk so she could choose something to wear. She couldn't just go over to the boy's dormitories in a pair of boxers from one of her many sleepovers. That would just draw unnecessary attention. Oh wait. She liked attention, right? Yes, but she believed in class, and so she discarded the plaid boy's underwear and slipped into a pair of tightfitted skinny jeans and a loose v-neck tshirt. Casual, but put together.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, she decided se was ready and quickly sauntered out of the room and made her way to the other hall. Stopping at his room, she pondered the thought of knocking. "Nahh." she said with ease before pushing the door open. Upon entering the room, she announced "Wow, Chapman. Next time, lock your doors. I couldve been a pedo and you would have been screwed." she said with a laugh before turning her attention to the brunette sitting on the couch.

He wasn't wearing a shirt? A smirk arose on her face and she stifled a giggle. She pictured him having the battle with himself whether to wear the shirt or not. Of course, she didn't mind. And it wasn't like she hadn't seen him shirtless before. After all, he was one of her favorite boys to call on lonely nights and you know how things go when two people are lonely and bored. "And shirtless too? You're so easy to take advantage of tonight, babe." she said, making her way over to couch and sitting closely next to him, casually wrapping an arm around his shoulders as if she was a boy trying to get with a pretty girl at the movies. Whispering in his ear, she concluded "But I don't mind." she said before pulling away with a laugh. She liked teasing him. She knew he was similar to her in the game area, and it was always fun competing for who got the other more flustered.

"So, this is what you do without girls around? Watch transformers on fx without clothes on? Hot."

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon's turned quickly from his seat on the couch to look who was coming through the door. Hopefully it wasn't Rylan bringing back another lost and hopelessly drunk boy. He didn't think he and Oakley would enjoy sitting in here with noise coming from the other side of the dorm.

Thankfully, it was Oakley. "Whoa, hot chick burglar alert." He teased as she came over his way. Smirking as she sat down beside him and draped her arm over him, and warned him about locking his door in case it was some pedo and not an attractive brunette girl, he shrugged,

"Not gonna lie. It's happened before. You know me, though. I never learn." He murmured back. Cocking his head to the side as she whispered into his ear, his smirk broadened, "Yeahh, it was a good thing I found my pants in time to cover up before you came strolling in for the show." He winked, and nudged her slightly, glancing to the television screen again,

"You know it, dollface. I just wait for the moment a fine lady will come in and find me. It works a lot more than you'd think." He chuckled, and handed the remote to her.

"But hey, since your the guest, you can find something for us to watch. And mayyybe I-" He said getting up for the couch and patting her leg, "can make us some margaritas?" He offered with a raise of his brow, and a smile. "Got all the ingredients in the liquor cabinet."

[OAKLEY JAMES]

As he spoke about how he seemed to have been working on finding a shirt before she walked in but "barely had time to get on pants", she shook her head in disbelief, her brain analyzing his every move like she did with most people. No, he wasn't looking for a shirt. He thought about getting one, of course, that was obvious. However, he wanted her to make a comment on his body. He liked attention, and being shirtless would get him just that. Especially from a girl like Miss James. 

Raising her eyebrows at the pants comment, she bit her lip and shrugged. "Nothing I haven't seen before 'dollface'." she mocked his nickname for her followed by a pinch of his cheek. He was darling. She couldn't resist. As she was handed the remote, she crossed her arms across her chest as if offended, scoffing. "So you think because I'm a girl, I don't like transformers? We're watching this. And I'm sure it'll be more enjoyable once we're wasted. Who doesn't love talking robots fighting crime when you're giddy-drunk? " she said as he stood up, casually slapping his butt with a playful laugh following and a wink.

As she watched him walk over to the kitchen, she stood, following him. Leaning up against the counter in front of him, she smiled and said "Need any help?" she asked almost in a purr.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon grinned lightly as she mimicked his calling her dollface, and shrugged his shoulder, "And yet you just can neverrr get enough of this." He continued to tease her flexing a little for her.


"Talking robot movie it is." He chuckled aware that the girl had gotten a little tipsy before coming here. He had no problems with that, it made the girl loose-...er. She was already pretty loose without the help of alcohol, but the slight slur or words was just so darn cute. Jumping slightly when she slapped his butt, mostly because he'd been expecting it, he chuckled again, taking her into the kitchen. Reaching up to open the liquor cabinet, he inspect the contents.

Good, Rylan hadn't emptied it out. Pulling out everything he normally put into his margaritas, he turned to look back at her, a small smile on his face. "You can go into the fridge for me and get the hot sauce. It's on the very bottom shelf, so you're going to have to do a little bending for me." He hummed back to her.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

"I think it's you who can't get enough of all of this." she retorted back at him, running a hand down the side of her body as if displaying her said hotness for him. Ha! As if he hadn't already noticed! Laughing as he flexed, she lightly kissed his bicep and said in a seductive manner "mmm, sexyyy." Lame, she knew that, but she was just giving him what he wanted. Hadn't he complimented her before? Well, this was just her thanking him.

She shrugged at his reaction to her touchy move, as if she couldn't help herself. Like he thought, she was a loose girl, and tipsy, almost easy. She'd do anything to get a boy riled up a bit. So, if it meant casually tapping Simon Chapman on the rear, well, so be it.

Smiling slyly as he asked her to bend over for him, she laughed and turned away from the boy, opening the refrigerator door and turning to look over her shoulder innocently one more time before bending over slowly to reach for the hot sauce. Grabbing the bottle, she eased up quickly, her long hair flipping backwards, leaving it messy across her shoulders by the time she turned back to him. "Hot sauce. My favorite." she said, another purr. Opening the top, she poured a little bit of the red liquid onto her finger and licked it off. "Yum." she said with a flirty smirk. Handing the bottle to him, she said "here you go. Now what?"

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

"Whatever you say, love." He chuckled, starting to pour tequila into the the mixer. Smirking at her from over his shoulder as she retrieved the hot sauce. Taking it appreciatively, and sliding an arm around her waist, he pulled her close as he mixed in the last few ingredients. The dash of hot sauce was just to add an extra kick to it.

"Now," He said, as he moved away from her for a moment to retrieve the top to the mixer and fixing it on tightly, before taking her hand and placing it on the top. "You mix. And I'll get the glasses." He told her, taking her other hand and moving her finger to the mix button. "I'm sure you can take it from here." He smiled, a hand grazing over her back as he went to the cabinets again, pulling two margarita glasses out.

Setting the glasses down and pouring the margaritas for the both of them, he handed one to her. "There you are. Though, I doubt you need any more to drink, babe." He teased, tapping her lightly under her chin with a finger.

[OAKLEY JAMES]

Oakley wasn't as drunk as she acted, actually. Being the attention-craver she was, she tended to act like she was more drunk than she was just to get a good giggle out of someone or to get someone to think she was fun and crazy. So, as she stumbled across the floor of her friend's dorm, she knew exactly what she was doing. Well, for the most part. She most definitely wasn't sober.

As she felt his arm around her waist, she smiled up at him and watched him move her hands to where they should go on the blender. "I may be tipsy, but I'm not mentally retarded, asshxle!" she said playfully bumping him over with a laugh. Mixing the beverage, she winked towards the boy as he got the glasses. She was glad they had done this. Being bored alone was much more, well, lonely, than being bored with another. 

Grabbing the finished drink, she thanked him and shook her head as he said she didn't need anything else. "au contraire, Simon. There's never a limit. You of all people should know that." she said before taking a sip while staring at him with a smirk. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him to the couch and sat down, tapping the seat next to her. "What to do...what to do..." she slurred.