I Mean, What Can I Say? ( Devon )

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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It may not have been the best thing in the world to do, given the situation with Simon still echoing in her mind, but Cheyenne Kingsleigh was on her way to the nearest fast food restaurant, partially to satisfy her own munchies, but mostly to pick up a couple quesadillas for the extremely attractive Devon Couture. It wasn't a crime to look, was it?

With a small, drawstring bag slung over her shoulders, and a wallet filled with cash, stuffed into her back pocket, she set out, bound for Taco Bell. Her aviators were slid into place over her dilated pupils, and she felt completely calm, if a bit unprepared. Only an orange BIC lighter, a thin blue jacket, and a small stick of black eyeliner sat in her backpack.

What was the worst that could happen? She asked herself, giggling as she imagined a bear attack, or something absurd of that sort. Cheyenne wasn't sure how exactly she was walking straight, her mind was in the clouds. The woman in the Taco Bell had to ask her what she wanted several times before Chey found her tongue and was able to give an answer that wasn't 'Shbubbaduh'.

"A beef crunch wrap, a large mountain dew, and two chicken quesadillas," The monotone voice strained at Chey's ears. "Will that be all?" With a nod, the blue-haired girl reached for her Sublime wallet and extracted a ten, silently thanking her very successful brother for his birthday gift of $300.

"Have a nice day," The words did not register to her as a bag of warm food and a large plastic cup was handed over the counter. Food. Eat. Now. Unwrapping the crunch wrap, she ate it ravenously as she walked, and by the time she had come to Devon's doorstep, only half her mountain dew and a wrapper remained of her half.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

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I'm on the right track baby;
(I was born this way.)

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Tagged: Devon ;3
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Notes: I was too lazy to make a new layout scheme~

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

The fact Devon could get any girl to do almost anything he wanted made him smile. Especially the girl that was now bringing him lunch. Cheyenne. She was gay, but he didn't believe it. But if that's what she wanted to believe, that was fine. Glancing around his somewhat-clean-but-mostly-messy house, he quickly began shoving things places to make it look...nice. Or less mobster-y. He had already locked all his guns in his safe; she wouldn't find those, thankfully. Even the one he usually kept on him was put away. This chick wasn't dangerous, right?

Shoving the last of his laundry in the laundry room, he closed the door and went to his bedroom. Eh, it was clean enough. Fixing the rolled up sleeve to his plaid button up shirt, he walked over to the front door and answered after he heard the knock. A smile on his face, he stepped out of the way to let her in. "Ahh, you rock. I was soo fuckin' hungry but there was no way I was leaving the house." Which was completely true. He had planned on staying in his boxers all day doing nothing.

But now, he was dressed in skinny jeans and button down plaid shirt with rolled up sleeves. Devon wasn't so sure about being practically naked in front of this girl, it didn't seem appropriate. Not for this occasion, anyway. "I really appreciate it," He told her, closing the door behind her once she stepped in. "I can drive you home whenever," Devon said with a nonchalant shrug.

Yeah, he really wanted to show off his new bike. But first, he was hungry and food was ten times more important to him, and this blue-haired girl was an angel in his eyes.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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As the door swung open, Cheyenne lost her breath. She was sure she looked like a goldfish, her eyes open wide and her mouth slightly ajar. Thank the stars he couldn't see her staring at him, she was hiding behind her glasses. Sure, she'd seen Devon around the campus, in passing, but standing a foot away from him was a completely new experience.

One look at Devon was enough to make her want to swear off women all together. Were men supposed to look like that? His eyes were a dreamy blue, and he was dressed casually, but somehow it seemed much more classy on him. She handed him the bag of luke warm food, and stepped in behind him.


"Hell, I know I rock. It would've been faster, but I had to walk," She admitted, with a sigh. Cheyenne knew she wasn't the only twenty-one year old in Vegas who had her license suspended for DUIs. It was an addiction for her; getting drunk and then flooring it, usually into telephone poles or other cars.


"You trying to get rid of me already?" Her voice was good-natured, but she couldn't hide the hint of hurt that slipped into her tone. She turned away and looked around his house. It seemed strangely clean for someone his age, but she supposed there were always those boys with cleaning fixations, or something. Her own room was trashed, littered with empty glass bottles, broken lighters, and bits of paper with the odd illustration from her midnight inspiration bursts.

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I'm on the right track baby;
(I was born this way.)

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Tagged: Devon ;3
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes: NOTES HERE

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"Haha, sorry. I really should've picked you up. But I'm still looking for a car I want," Which was true, he wasn't entirely comfortable driving other people around on his bike. God forbid something happened. Taking the bag from her, he plopped down on the black leather couch and took out one chicken quesadilla. Taking a bite, he grinned. Ahh yeah, delicious. He hated going grocery shopping, so generally it was fast food for him, or occasionally a nice sit down restaurant with whatever girl he had around his arm at the time.

Taking another bite, he stared at her. What? Had his offer sounded like he was throwing her out. Taking a napkin out of the bag, he wiped his mouth and chuckled. "Nah, I'm not. I just figured I'd offer so you didn't have to walk home." Devon said with a smile. With that, he kept eating his quesadilla. "Make yourself at home." He said in between bites, realizing how much trouble that statement has gotten him into in the past. But she didn't seem too bad. Though, he did feel oddly ... naked ... without his gun. How pathetic.

"So, what do I owe you?" He asked, breaking the short silence. One quesadilla down, one to go.

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Cheyenne settled herself on the couch next to him, trying to keep her heart rate in check. She removed her glasses slowly and shifted so that she could look at him from the corner of her eye. He was eating faster than she had, and that was something to marvel at.


"What, they don't feed you around here?" She teased, smirking. He didn't live alone, did he? That was terrible, Chey thought. She could never live alone, and if not for her caring roommate, Chey would probably still be laying in self pity on her bathroom floor, one drink away from having her stomach pumped.

A ride home sounded nice, especially from him. It wasn't that she lived too far away, but walking places was simply a pain in the ass. Besides, she couldn't deny the way he made her swoon, or how his smile was infectious. Cheyenne wasn't ready to face her newly discovered love for men, and yet, here he was.


"Oh," She said, not quite sure what to make of the offer.
"Thanks," Her voice was quiet, and it surprised her how soft it sounded, compared to her usual screaming and yelling. A moment passed, and he broke the silence, asking what he owed her.


"Owe? I dunno, let me get back to you on that," She hadn't really thought about asking for something in return, getting out of her dark dorm room was enough on her part.

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I'm on the right track baby;
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Tagged: Devon ;3
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes: NOTES HERE

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"Mmm, no, they don't." He replied with a shrug. "Really, I just hate grocery shopping. It's a fuckin' waste of my time." Devon told her truthfully. Despite all the good food, he hated it. Besides, now he had no real way of getting it unless he walked, and there was no way he was going to walk the three miles for some groceries. It was just as easy to pay the $5 and get some Taco Bell or whatever was close/open. Especially at the odd hours he seemed to work nowadays.

"Huh, well, I'd love to at least pay you," Devon said, finishing off his food, wiping his mouth, and putting it all back in the bag, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, "How much was it?" He asked, glancing through the bills in his wallet. Two one hundred dollar bills, a few tens, a few fives and ones. Hm. "Or...maybe I can take you out for a nice dinner tonight?" Devon offered with a smile, looking her in the eyes before getting up and grabbing the bag, walking into the kitchen and throwing it away.

"Thirsty?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Cheyenne laughed at him. She understood completely where he was coming from though, and usually only went shopping for food when she was starving and not in the mood for oreos or potato chips, both of which she always had a stash of in her room.

"It's alright, I don-" She was in the middle of her sentence, dening his money, when he offered dinner instead. She had to bite her cheek so she wouldn't scream 'YES. YES. YES!' and scare him away. She was supposed to be gay, she reminded herself.
No, fuck that.

"Dinner sounds nice," She said, smiling to herself. He stood and went into the kitchen, and asked if she was thirsty. She brushed her bangs back, and glanced at the empty cup in her hand. It depended on what he was offering.

"Whatcha got to drink?"

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Tagged: Devon ;3
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Devon smiled to himself, grabbing a beer out of the fridge, "Uhm, a lot. Beer, wine, Sunny D, Hawaiin Punch..." He said, rambling off drinks they had. "Kool Aid...Freude left some whiskey,". It was true, he had more drinks in the fridge than food. Cheese and some chicken nuggets in the freezer. Cooking wasn't his strong point, but he could get by if he /had/ too. Popping the cap off the bottle of Miller light, he looked back at Chey, awaiting an answer.

"Mmm, well. Would you be interested in going to the Eiffel Tower Restaurant?" He asked, referring to the unbelievably expensive, but amazingly nice restaurant in Vegas. Though, he wasn't sure how Chey felt about getting dressed up in a dress, but he figured he'd be finding out soon. Though, now he had to go find a car to buy or ... steal. Yeah, stealing sounded awesome. He had already spent enough money today. Though, if Devon was going to get something from Chey, he'd drop another ten grand on a car.

"Whatcha say?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
(Just love yourself and you're set.)

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Her first thought was to ask for the whiskey, or beg, (which ever got her the liquor first), but getting shit-faced with this boy wasn't the best idea. Definitely not. And because Chey knew that with her, one drink would lead to two and so forth, she smiled politely and asked for Sunny D.

"I'm kind of an alcoholic," She said, with a shrug. 'Kind of' was an understatement.

The Eiffel Tower? Chey couldn't remember which one that was, but she was sure it was a lot more ritzy than the local bar, which was where she usually had guys trying to buy beers for her. Hell, just the name was more extravagant! Taking a risk, she nodded, almost excitedly.

"Yeah, that sounds fun," She grinned, still slightly nodding. "Which one is that?" Chey knew she sounded dense, but it was better safe than sorry.

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Tagged: Devon ;3
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Notes:NOTES HERE

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Grabbing the Sunny D bottle from the fridge, he walked back over and sat down on the couch, handing her the drink. Kind of an alcoholic? Weren't you an alcoholic or not? Devon decided not to comment, and simply took a drink of beer. Crossing one leg over the other, he glanced over to her, eyebrow raised. She didn't know the Eiffel Tower Restaurant? Oh, my. This girl needed to get taken on nicer dates.

"It's in the Paris Hotel, Cheyenne. Pretty strict dress code, but the food is fantastique!" He said with a wink, pulling out his iPhone and looking through his contacts, stopping on the restaurants number, he clicked call and waited for them to pick up, making reservations for 7pm. After hanging up, he looked at his watch, then looked to Cheyenne, a grin on his face.

"We have reservations at seven; it's nearly five, do I need to drive you home?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
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She sat in silence, sipping at her Sunny D while Devon called, what she assumed was the Eiffel Tower place. Strict dress code? Cheyenne didn't like the sound of that. She glanced down at her own outfit, which was quite possibly the exact opposite of formal. Scuffed shoes, ripped shorts, and a battered graphic tee. Even her jewelry voiced her very liberal outlook on life; a Harry Potter related necklace and a wristband with the words 'One Love' in Rasta colors. She waited for the dark-haired boy to hang up before she voiced her thoughts.

"By, uh, strict dress code...I don't suppose you mean nice jeans and a plain shirt?" She asked with an innocent smirk. She had a few dresses, but she didn't usually wear them, or look at them. Fuck, she didn't even think about them unless she had some fancy party her brothers dragged her to. But that didn't mean she didn't know how to be a lady, because she did. If her mother did anything right, it was teaching her daughter how to look stunning in the classic 'little black dress' that every woman should own.

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Tagged: Devon ;3
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Devon chuckled, an amused grin on his face. "No, I mean dresses for the ladies and tuxedos for the men." He replied cooly, taking a drink of his beer before looking back over to her. He did realize the Eiffel restaurant was generally for couples and whatnot, but what was a nice dinner amongst friends? She was gay, right? Though, he didn't particularly believe that judging on her actions, but he decided commenting was just not worth it, nor was it appropriate at the time.

Another drink of beer, he set it down on the coffee table and looked back to her. "You're up for it, yeah?" Devon sprang this on her, but she did walk to Taco Bell, buy him food, then walk all the way here; it was the considerate thing to do. Take her to a nice restaurant. Maybe a little overdone, but heck, he had some money to spend and figured she'd enjoy a nice dinner out. "I understand if you aren't, we can go somewhere else..."

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
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Oh, that sort of strict. Chey put on a thoughtful face and remained silent for a brief moment.

"As long as you don't expect me to wear a fucking floor length ball gown or some shit, then that's fine." She replied with a smile, mentally skimming over her obnoxiously bright and overflowing wardrobe. She was already picking out pieces for a, well, nicer outfit. The dinner offer was just as friends, she knew, but that wouldn't stop her from looking fantastic.

"Yeah, no, that sounds great. I haven't gone anywhere like that in...ages," Or, you know, never. It wasn't like she was top of the food chain here. She didn't have large sums of money, or connections with the owners of the local casinos. In Vegas, Chey was just another face, another breathing body in the mass of people residing in the desert town.

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Tagged: Devon ;3
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Notes:Laziness~

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"But, what if I expect you to wear that? What if that is proper attire?" Devon asked, raising an eyebrow in question. Perhaps that was proper attire, but no matter. They weren't going to deny either of them access. Taking his beer back, he took a drink and finally stood up, pulling the keys to his new bike out of his pocket, "Let me take you home, and I will pick you up about six-thirty, okay?"

Taking one last drink of his beer, he set it back down on the coffee table and headed towards the door, looking back, waiting for her. Pulling up on a bike to this restaurant wasn't gonna go well, so the choices of cars to buy were running through his mind. BMW? Nah. Lamborghini? Definitely not. Corvette? Yeah, sounded pretty good. Loud and beautiful. Seemed perfect. Red, maybe.

"What's your favorite wine?"

[CHEYENNE KINGSLEIGH]

Don't hide yourself in regret;
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"Well if that's the case, then I'm afraid I don't own a dress that goes past my knees," She pretended to be very interested in her nails, which were bare of any color and chipped horribly from her last cliff jumping adventure. She'd learned that rocks are easier to jump off from then to climb back up. And the bit about the dress was a half truth, she simply hated wearing the only dress she had that went to her ankles.

"Six thirty," She repeated, more for her own benefit. Somewhere Chey had read or heard that saying things out loud helped people to remember them, and this was something she didn't want to mistakenly forget. His velvety voice brought her back to earth. What's your favorite wine? To this, she grinned.

"Surprise me,"

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Tagged: Devon ;3
Outfit:CLICK HERE
Notes:NOTES HERE

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