Wake Up (Simon) !

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

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[/size][/b] The teacher's fake accent was interrupted by a sudden daydream, brought on by a giggle that could only belong to...Oh dear lord in heaven, Samantha has such nice legs. Long, tan, curvy...

Sixteen year old, Cheyenne Kingsleigh, sat at her assigned table in the science lab, her eyes staring longingly at the blonde girl perched on a stool in front of her, putting lotion on her long, bare legs. Chey had a lock of her auburn hair wrapped around the thoroughly abused pencil, and she turned it slowly, twisting it farther into her long curls. Her lips were parted slightly, as she tried not to stare at the beautiful girl, unsuccessfully at that. The bell rang, and the room became a hurricane of shuffling papers and backpacks being zipped. Cheyenne slid off her stool and ran a hand over the back of her short skirt, making sure it wasn't tucked up, adjusted her tank top, and walked up to the blonde.

Hi Sam, Cheyenne breathed with a flawless smile. The girl turned and blinked her large, blue, doe-eyes at the slightly shorter girl.

Hey Cheyenne- The 'barbie-esque' blonde's next words were cut off by a loud buzzing noise that startled Cheyenne into reality. The twenty-one year old sat up in bed and let out a disgruntled sigh, while slamming a hand onto her alarm clock, cutting off the noise. She missed those days. High school was, quite literally, a dream for her. The clock's bright, searing red numbers told the girl that it was a little after 6 in the evening. Why the fuck was my alarm set for now? She wondered, yawning obnoxiously. Oh well. Now that she was awake, she might as well get something done with her day. A trip to Amnesia, perhaps? If she couldn't have her dream-girl while she was sleeping, maybe she could find a look-alike that she could borrow for the night.

The blue-haired female stood from her mattress, and began scrounging for clean clothes. Or, you know, moderately clean. She ended up in a rather plain outfit; blue jean shorts and a dark tee with a thin strip of metallic rainbow neatly encircling the entirety of the fabric. She smashed her feet into a pair of Nike's, and grabbed a jacket and her wallet, before walking out into the Vegas humidity.

The walk to the strip club was short and uneventful, but Chey's heart picked up when she heard the music pouring out and she saw the crowd loitering casually next to the bouncer. She flashed her I.D. and a friendly smile to the man, and walked past him, into the building, and straight for the bar. She bought a drink without much concern to what it was, and found a place to sit, not too close to where the dancers were, but not far enough that she couldn't see them in all their perfection. She could never flaunt her body that way, carefree and gracefully. Cheyenne was not a particularly coordinated girl, and she rarely showed off more skin than necessary. That certainly didn't mean she disapproved of it. She had to get her kicks somehow, right? Since the Vegas girls seemed to be all finding men, Cheyenne was left to resort to watching these horribly plastic and scantily-clad girls throw themselves around a pole.

But that wasn't too much of a sacrifice, was it?

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Before we start to lose our minds

Tag: (Simonbby) Music - AWOLNATION Notes: (Being lazy and sick, so sorry for all this crap.)

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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

"It's my parents' fault y'know? Fo' namin' me Cocoa. I wanted to be an account'nt. But who c'n take a gal named Cocoa seriously enough to handle their dough?"

Simon had never known that a lap-dance could have so much substance to it. He'd just wanted a nice ass shaking in front of him, but what he'd gotten was Cocoa, the aspiring accountant who had been telling him her life story for the past fifteen minutes.

"It's like I was sayin' about not goin' to prom," She was going on, not even shaking her ass anymore, just seated atop Simon's lap with her hand cupping her chin and she glanced back to him.

"Mhmm." He'd sighed back as if he were really listening. This wasn't the rise he'd been hoping to get tonight. Cocoa was a fine piece of ass. She just needed some duct tape...or a muzzle. Cocoa began going into the spring break trip she took in her freshman year of college and Simon took a new approach to making this more pleasurable for him. His hands moved up from his sides, slipping up under the tight cut-off jean shorts Cocoa had on only to find his hands slapped away. They retreated back to his side defeatedly, going to cup his own chin as Cocoa was getting to the high-light of the newest part of her life story.

"And finally I says to the guy, 'Ya can't have my-.'"

"Cocoa?" Simon finally cut in with a long sigh, and the bleach-blonde glanced over her shoulder at him. "Not that this isn't fascinating or anything. But...I really think you should save some of this- err- fantastic life story of yours for the other fellas." Simon explained, hoping to be rid of the chatty broad. Cocoa's eyes lit up, and she stood from Simon's lap,

"Your a decent guy, y'know? Should get yourself a real girl." She nodded, reaching into her cleavage and coming up with a piece of paper with her number which she held out to him. Simon stared at it for a long moment, frozen smile in place, before finally taking it, watching her hobble off on her seven-inch heels. Pushing himself up from his chair huffily, he glanced back down at the number. He knew he'd never be calling that, otherwise he'd run his phone bill out within a few days.

"Bitch could sure use her mouth for words, but not for nothin' else." He muttered as he trudged over to the bar and ordered rum and tonic. Taking a large gulp before looking for a seat, his eyes stopped on a somewhat familiar person. All he could see was the back of their head. But how many people in Vegas could have blue hair? (Actually, don't answer that question.) Taking a few steps closer until he glanced at her from the side, his lips parted into a small smirk. Sliding into the seat at the table next to Chey, he put an arm on the back of the chair to lean toward her.

"One of the dancers said to give this to you." Simon nudged her, holding Cocoa's phone number between his fingers. Hey, if he wasn't going to use it, someone oughtta.

Notes: Yeah, this took way longer than it should've x: Sorryyyyyy<333
Outfit: At least I made Simon look super sexy for Chey, yeah? c:

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i99.photobucket.com/albums/l319/galictia/black.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] It's only gonna take a little time, Mesmerized by a very chesty woman with a hot pink bodice who had begun to shake her hips on the adjacent table, the blue-haired girl didn't notice the person sitting down at her side until he had leaned over and extended his arm, handing something to her. Cheyenne had to restrain a large smile as she realized who had slid next to her. Of course she would run into Simon at a strip bar. The half (if not more) naked women, the alcohol...it was a place both of them could appreciate. Without thinking about it, Chey took the slip of paper. After glancing at it for a brief moment, she broke into a grimace. She would recognize the printed numbers anywhere. You think I'm that stupid, Simon? Wadding up the paper, she placed it between her fingers and flicked it at him. Been there, done that, She rolling her eyes and letting the rest of her drink slide down her throat. Let that girl have an inch, she'll take a mile, Chey added, shuddering at her own experience with the beautiful, but chatty girl. She turned to the boy next to her, cocking a brow. Their last encounter had been one that, (even Chey couldn't deny), has been extremely...pleasurable. Granted, she never got tired of women, but it was nice to change it up occasionally. And in some cases...just in certain situations...that meant sleeping with Simon Chapman. Wanna 'nother drink? Before we start to lose our minds Tag: (Simonbby) Music - AWOLNATION Notes: (Sorry this took foreverrrrrrr.)

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