The dance floor was filed with many pretty ladies. But it took a special kind of pretty to become what Julius would consider the queen of this party. Indeed, it took the kind of pretty like the girl he was making eye contact with right now. She had caught Julius by surprise, and the oh so confident Julius had to gather all his willpower not to just gawk at her with his jaw hanging. Where had this bombshell been all his life? No, there was something wrong with that. He could somehow vaguely remember seeing her before, just not as entrancing as she was now. It wasn't recent either. Where had he seen her before? Julius discarded that train of thought to focus on the issue at hand. He had found his target. It had to be her. He was going to leave this party with her, or cry himself to sleep tonight.

Their eye contact ended only a few seconds after it started. Her shy smile, complimented by the lip bite, was mesmerizing to say the least. But something was off. He gave the girl just another quick scan. That shy demeanor definitely did not match her outfit. Her outfit was fancy, but it also accented her incredibly curvaceous body to a point that you could almost call it scandalous. Julius would like to imagine himself as a man that could turn even women like this one into shy schoolgirls, but even he did not think that highly of himself. She was luring him, trying to catch him like a spider waiting in her web. However, knowing it was, most likely, an act didn't make it any less appealing. On the contrary, he was being invited. And Julius was all too eager to take this invitation.

Julius winked her way before motioning towards the bar with his head. If he was going to score, it was going to be with the most expensive drinks this bar had to offer. Before the girl had the chance to reach the bar, Jules ensured that there were two of the best cocktails this place had to offer were ready. He didn't have to wait long. There was no way she would flirt only to not even accept a drink. Upon her arrival, he grabbed both glasses, handing her one before lifting his own for a toast. "A toast to the rest of our night." He looked in her eyes and curved his lips into his signature confident smile. There was no mistaking that he had made up his mind to keep her busy for the rest of the night. Julius wasn't the type to settle for less than the best the party had to offer. And therefore it was his duty to make this lady swoon for him.

It seemed this vacation and this party was just about the best decision she had decided to take, because just mere minutes after her arrival Delilah already scored; she'd dropped the bait and the deliciously toned fish had eagerly taken it. It had only taken a few contacts of the eyes for the handsome young man to give her an irresistible wink before motioning for her to join him by the bar. Offering him a sultry smile, Lila nodded in agreement before making her way through the mass of dancing bodies to finally arrive at the bar. Once there, she didn't have to wait for a single second for him to grab both glasses, offer her one and raise his own to give out a toast: "A toast to the rest of our night.".

And then he looked into her eyes and curved his lips into a confident smile... And Lila felt herself swooning. God, those eyes!!! They were like stunning jewels, the color of emeralds, and they had Lila from the moment she'd made contact with them. His smile was incredibly attractive as well, and when you added his style, sexy vibes and killer body, it was pretty much the cherry on top.

Of course, she managed to hide it in the way only she could. Taking the glass from his hands with a playful smile on her dark red lips and an eyebrow raised, Lila asked him: "And what makes you so sure that I'll be leaving this party with you?" while raising her own glass to gently clash it with his. She hadn't missed the way he'd emphasized on the word 'our' when he made his toast, and gave him extra points for loving just how confident this mystery man was. He reminded her of herself a bit.

Jules had to consciously remind himself every minute not to look down. But Jesus Christ those breasts were simply divine. He knew that if he'd look down, he'd stare at them. Such gawking would definitely put a rather large dent in his 'cool guy' act. Not that Jules didn't think of himself as a cool guy, but those breasts would simply turn any straight man into a blabbering fool, he'd reckon. 'Keep eye contact, you idiot.' He thought to himself as he made his glass clash with hers. Luckily, her eyes were pretty enough to drown himself in. The playful smile displayed confidence similar to his own, which made her comment only more credible. She wasn't going to let herself be an easy catch. That was fine, what fun was there to be had otherwise? However, the real question was: who is the prey and who is the hunter?

Jules chuckled at the comment, but it didn't make him change the way he looked at her. He was confident that he could get her to accompany him away from this party, and she'd know it. "The fact that you've only been staring at me since you got here seems like a start," He grinned at her. And the truth was that the same went for him. He wasn't going to deny it. She was allowed to know that he was just as interested.

The man before Lila chuckled adoringly at her comment, and replied with a grin on his handsome face: "The fact that you've only been staring at me since you got here seems like a start."

Lila could only smile at him. He was totally right, of course, so why would she deny it? "To be fair, you haven't been able to take those stunning eyes away from me either, handsome." she chortled, taking a sip of her drink.

Jules' smile intensified when she called his eyes stunning. It was hard not to when it came from such an attractive individual. "I didn't really have a choice. You're too beautiful to ignore." He put the drink to his mouth, hoping that this comment wasn't too cheesy. But she seemed like the type that would like the compliment, even if it was an extremely obvious one.

Her smile brightened as she heard his compliment, and she tried her hardest to combat the flush that was trying to rise to her cheeks. To avoid losing the sultriness of the image she was trying to pull of, she purposely let a few drops of her drink fall from her full lips and onto her voluminous chest. "Oops! Have to be a bit careful next time!" she said with a giggle, slowly wiping away the droplets with her index finger. She was determined to have this guy leave with her, and so she would be taking full advantage of her God-given best assets. She made sure to look up while she was cleaning her chest to see if her little stunt had worked, the playfulness in her eyes and smile at full burst.

Jules nearly choked in his drink when the droplets fell down. There was no way she didn't do that on purpose. But seriously, could breasts that perfect even exist? It almost felt like a crime to not stare at them. He decided to take the bait and look down with his eyes, his head not moving an inch. After two seconds, he looked back to see her flirtatious smile. She was, indeed, playing him there. And honestly, he was more than happy to fall for it, as long as he got to unbare them later. In response, he skeptically rose his brow at her as three drops found their way to his own chest. He allowed them to trickle down all the way, not even making an effort to wipe them away. Even with his brow risen, his smile reflected the same playfulness she had. He had as much confidence in his body as she had in hers. "It seems to be a common problem when paying too much attention to an extremely attractive person."

Lila's smile widened again when she noticed her prey fall for the bait again. He'd looked at her chest for a few seconds before raising his eyes back to hers again along with a skeptical eyebrow. Then it was Lila's turn to nearly drool when the guy used her own trick in his favor and let a few drops of his drink trickle all the way down that tasty-looking toned chest of his. She wanted nothing more than to lick them off right there and then, but controlled the urge to. If things went in the direction they seemed to, she'd have more than enough time to act on her thoughts. She shamelessly watched the droplets roll down, until they reached the hem of his jeans. It was then when Lila's eyes caught sight of his crotch, and could only bite her lip suggestively as the dirty side of her mind awarded her with a bunch of possibilities of what could be hiding behind the layers of fabric and what could she do with it.

When she was finally able to pull her eyes away from his crotch, Lila looked up at him to see a reflection of the smile she'd had on his face. "It seems to be a common problem when paying too much attention to an extremely attractive person." he said in reference to her comment about being more careful, to which Lila replied: "Oh, trust me, I know just how that can happen. Though it's not really a common problem for me since I guys don't usually captivate me in the way you have."

The girl stared down a lot less subtle and a lot longer than he had done, and Jules reveled in it. Getting checked out like that stroked his ego even more when the one doing it had quite the body to write home about herself. A part of him just wanted to take her to his room right at this moment. But maybe that was a little too soon, a little too easy. Instead, he gestured the barkeep for another round of the same. It hadn't been that long since she had entered the party, he was sure she would enjoy another drink before leaving. "That makes two of us, on both accounts." He replied to her, happy to receive the compliment. It had been such a long time since he had been to a party that he had almost forgotten what they did to his ego. At this point it had inflated enough to fill the entire ship. "You can't really blame them, though, you're a lot to take in." He said as he started on the second drink.

Lila could feel her own ego being fluffed with each of the man's compliments, and so she offered him a shameless smile. 'Yes, handsome, keep those compliments coming. I'll make sure to pay you back soon enough,' the little devil in her head whispered. She was on vacation, so what harm would it cause to follow the little devil's suggestions? At his last compliment, however, Lila couldn't hold back her immediate, dirty response. "I bet your dick's gonna be a lot to take in, too," she said bluntly. After realizing what she'd just said, Lila's eyes and lips opened wide in surprise before she burst out laughing like a teenage girl who'd just said her first dirty word. To regain control of herself, she took a long sip of her new drink before apologizing. "Oh my God, I am so sorry about that. Sometimes there's no filter between my thoughts and what I speak." She could already feel the buzz of the alcohol running down her body and up her brain, so from here on the filter would just keep on failing until, by around the fifth drink, it would pretty much be nonexistent.

Jules nearly spat out his drink in laughter. Did she really say that? That was so shameless, so incredibly dirty. He had never heard a girl say anything of the sorts. Jules already had a few drinks, but was sure he wasn't delusional. He put down his drink and pounded himself on his chest to not choke. Once he finally finished the drink, he could laugh wholeheartedly. "How sure am I that you're going with me tonight, huh?" He smirked at her. After that comment, there was no playing coy anymore for either of them. It was rather obvious that this woman had already undressed him in her mind ten times over. This one was dirty, and she didn't care in the least that she was. "I think I'm pretty sure now, wouldn't you say?" That comment alone was worth another drink. After the horrible time he was having on this boat, that genuine laughter felt great.

"How sure am I that you're going with me tonight, huh?" He repeated her earlier question back to her with a knowing smirk. By this point, it was more than obvious to both of them that they'd be leaving this party together. His next comment only confirmed that. "I think I'm pretty sure now, wouldn't you say?"

In response, Lila downed the rest of her drink as if it was just a shot of juice and gave a few steps toward the man, closing the distance between them. She began to lean forward, her face just inches away from his, their lips almost connecting when... She moved her lips right next to his ear and whispered in a sexy voice: "Honey, you had me in your bed since the moment I laid eyes on you," before giving his ear a quick, soft nibble. Once the teasing was done, she returned back to her original position with a mischievous smirk. There was no doubt that she had this guy eating from the palm of her hand.

He rolled his eyes in response to her teasing. Even though her voice was sexy, that teasing didn't quite deliver there. Instead, he moved in this time. "If we're going to be like this, we better just go all in." With that, he pressed his lips against hers. His hand found its way to her behind, shamelessly touching it. There was no mistaking that it one had buns. Truly, if she was showing no shame, then he wouldn't back down either. They had already told each other that they'd be spending the night together, so this was nothing. The kiss was relatively short, a second or five. Jules smirked, reading the reaction on her face. "How about we show this party what real dancing is like?"

When she saw the man rolling his eyes at her, Lila's smirk faltered a little. Had she screwed all of this up? Maybe the ear nibbling wasn't his thing, and it had turned him off instead of on like how she wanted. But what he did next caught her completely by surprise even if it shouldn't've had. He declared that it was better to go all in before pressing her lips against hers. Lila closed her eyes and threw her arms around him, pulling him close and smiling into the kiss when she felt his strong hands grabbing her ass. But just as she was starting to really get into the kiss, the male broke it. Lila was breathless and yearning for more, which was pretty evident on her face. The guy just smirked at her, understanding her reaction but wanting to elongate the wait just a little more. He asked her to dance, and as if on queue someone had decided to sing on of her favorite songs as a teenager.

Lila's eyes lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh my God, that's one of my favorite songs! So yeah, I'd love to dance with you."

He gave her his most charming smile when she agreed, then downed the rest of his drink quickly. He reached out his hand to raise the lady from her chair and guide her to the dance floor. "Never heard it before, but I like it." He had to remind himself to thank Jareth the next day before he started bragging. Even when he wasn't trying, he was the best wing-man a friend could hope for. Jules wasn't the world's most amazing dancer, but he could move to the beat. He matched his moves to hers, sometimes taking the lead while at other times allowing her to do so. She seemed like the type that would enjoy leading him along at times as well. He was quite willing to play that game. He noticed the incredible amount of male attention she attracted as her figure moved. Tough luck, this one was his, and they would know it.

Lila finished her drink quickly too, took the man's hand and let herself be guided to the dance floor. She was thankful for his hand, because the buzz in her head was now at a critical point. One more drink and her memory would be blank after this dance, so it was best to stop now before anything serious happened. Anyway, it didn't take long for Lila to get into the song she liked so much. Soon enough, she was dancing the buzz away with the handsome mystery man she would take to bed later. They took turns taking the lead or following on, but Lila made sure to always show him just how good she could move. Once the song was over, a new one quickly began to play. This one gave off a more sexy, teasing vibe, and Lila took full advantage of it. She closed the distance between her and the man, turned around and began to dance to the new slow beat, pressing her behind against his crotch.

She was so mesmerizing when she moved, it drove him to improve his own moves on the fly. He wanted to impress, to seduce her to the best of his abilities. Jules gave Jareth another silent thanks when his song ended. He had set a pretty awesome vibe for the two of them. Honestly, he despised this new song, but it made her dance even closer to him. Therefore, he could tolerate it. He grinded his crotch against her behind and wrapped a hand around her waist. He maneuvered his head to her neck, kissing her as he drowned in the smell of her perfume. It was a nice smell, but she definitely used a lot more than the usual woman. Jules always used cologne, but he definitely didn't drown himself in it to the same extend she did. It definitely didn't change the distance between them. The kiss would definitely leave a mark in her neck for some time after that. Her body against his felt so right, so intense. He could go on like this all night; but he knew there was something even better coming.

Lila couldn't help but smile as she felt the man grind himself against her, feeling damn proud of herself for being the reason she was feeling a certain hardness she knew well in her bum. To only add to the sexual tension between them, this gentleman went ahead and not only wrapped a hand around her waist to further close the distance between them, but began to kiss her neck with such intensity that she knew it would be leaving a mark on her skin. Did she care, though? Not in the slightest. His lips on her bare neck had caused goosebumps to run down her skin, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. When he was done, she turned around and hooked her thumbs on each side of his jeans. After giving him a determined look right in those amazing eyes of his, Lila locked her lips with his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced along with his in a teasing manner, and the song as a background only intensified the feelings of desire that were pretty much at the verge of consuming her completely.

The longer their dance went on, the greater the tension between the two seemed to grow. He wanted her, wanted her more. As she turned around and kissed him, all he could do was redouble the passion she gave him with his own. He pressed her body against his own with both of his arms that had found their way to her behind. Every second that passed only increased this maddening desire that he was feeling. If they weren't in public, she would've lost her clothes ages ago. The wait was almost unbearable. At this point they weren't dancing anymore anyway. They were too busy with each other. The rest of the dance floor did not exist any longer. It was just this girl, this amazing bombshell of a human being. He couldn't even count the seconds that their lips had touched. But eventually every good thing had to come to an end. And as their kiss finally reached its end, he stared into her eyes longingly. His forehead softly rested against her own. His smile was still ever so confident. "I think this party has enjoyed us long enough.Time to bust?"

Their kiss seemed to go on for the longest, sweetest time. Again, she felt him pushing his body further against hers and shamelessly groping her round ass, but he loved everything he was doing. The longer they kissed, their deeper her desire became, until it had reached the point in which she'd stopped caring that they were in a floor full of people and was ready to go right then and there. What did anything else really matter when she was having the time of her life with one of the most handsome men she'd ever laid her eyes on? If anything, she was happy to show him off to the world. Her dirty mind had once again started to venture to the many different things that could happen once they were alone when the man had decided their kiss should meet its end.

His eyes met hers again with clear longing, which Lila could only imagine was present in her own chocolate-brown eyes. For a moment, the desire that had been taking a hold of her subsided for a bit, to be replaced with the shy, innocent feelings of a girl who had just kissed her crush. She offered him a soft, sweet smile, to which he responded by resting his forehead against hers. To anyone that might see them, they now resembled a cute couple instead of two strangers with dirty intentions, but the cheesy atmosphere was soon back to what it originally was when the man smiled confidently at her and whispered just loud enough for her to hear: "I think this party has enjoyed us long enough.Time to bust?"

Lila gave him quick peck on the lips and an irresistible smile of her own. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, before eagerly grabbing his hand and guiding him away from the party. The sounds of music, laughter and chatter were quickly fading away, and came to a complete stop when the pair entered the elevators. To their luck, there was nobody else with them, so after pressing the button to the eighth floor, Lila turned to the man and gave him a wild kiss to give him a small taste of what he'd be getting soon.

The loud noise of the party was quickly replaced by the comparatively deafening silence that was the rest of the ship. A change most unwelcome if it wasn't for the fact that he had just scored the best girl of the entire party. Every doubt he had about this vacation had just flown out of the window. This was exactly what he needed to distract himself from all the stress and drama he had experienced. He allowed himself to be led away by her, he wanted to be led away by her. He barely paid enough attention to anything but her to see that they were heading to the eight floor. He found it somewhat amusing that they resided on the same floor, yet hadn't seen each other at all. But that thought was soon done away with as he got entangled with her in another kiss. This was already so different from his time with Addy. This girl actually showed some initiative. Was it bad that he was already comparing her to his ex? It probably was, but seeing that they had been fighting less than twenty-four hours ago, it was probably to be expected. He just surrendered himself to her lips, savoring the time they had before reaching their floor. He was almost sad that they did, he enjoyed that kiss.

It was only when the 'ding' sound of the elevator signaling that they'd reached their floor that Lila pulled herself away from the guy, took his hand and guided their way to her suite. He allowed her to lead the way again. These halls felt so strangely familiar to Jules. Wasn't this the same route he always took to his own suite? The alcohol made him doubt himself, but that definitely was the case. Had he told the girl his room number? Were they actually heading to his suite? He honestly couldn't remember, and he didn't really care. Either way, he was far too busy giving his attention to this lovely lady that would meet an entirely different side of him once they met the sheets.Ultimately, he was somewhat amused by the fact they turned out to be neighbors. But mentioning that was not really going to help the amazing vibes they already had going.

They soon reached her suite, and Lila quickly pulled out the room key she'd been safe-keeping in the crook of her breasts. She turned to her companion with a giggle. "I know it's weird, but since I wasn't bringing a handbag to the party and this dress had no pockets, this was the only place available for me to keep it."

Jules laughed softly and shrugged. "Using every tool at your disposal. I understand completely." The smirk that followed was a mix of dirty and cocky. Honestly, he didn't really give a damn where she hid her belongings. To him, the choice seemed rather logical anyway.

Still laughing, Lila swiped the key, and the red light signaling the room was closed to access immediately turned green. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the guy before opening the door to her suite, and before he could stare around at the rest of the room she quickly opened the door to her own room and pulled him inside. The small room still smelled of her perfume, and there were a few clothing garments strewn around the room from when she'd taken them off after trying them on, but the king-sized bed was neat and as inviting as ever. She quickly gave her back to him and shamelessly gave him a full VIP view of her lace-covered bum as she bent over to take off her heels. Lila turned to look at the man with a lustful twinkle in her eyes. "Well, handsome, here you have me, finally all to yourself. May I see what are your plans for me this evening?"

Jules smiled back at her when she opened the room. God, the anticipation was nearly killing him. He hardly took notice of the rest of the room. He honestly didn't care. There was only one place in this entire room that interested him, and that comprised of a few square meters in her own little suite. The heavy smell of the perfume that filled the room was nearly choking, but manageable. Had she used the entire bottle or something? Ultimately, it didn't really matter. He would smell it anyway once he had her body to himself. He gave her a suggestive smirk as she turned to him. "Anything you're thinking of and more." Lila's body trembled with anticipation at his comment as she watched him step forward, closing the distance between them with a short kiss, and ending it when he pushed her on her own bed. As he made his way on top of her, his hand searched for the zipper on her back, pulling it down with one swift motion. While he did just that, Lila quickly took off his loose shirt and threw it somewhere across the room and immediately began to unbutton his jeans. Maybe she was being too eager, too impatient, but God only knew how badly she wanted this man.The man in question, however, had already undone her from her dress completely. He slipped one hand behind her bra, using three fingers to undo the tension by slightly pulling the strap away from her back. He then squeezed the strap his thumb and forefinger to release the hooks. If Lila was going fast, then Jules was racing in the formula one. He made it rather clear that he was about just as impatient as she was. Every inch of skin made visible confirmed that he had struck gold with this one, and when she felt the muscles of his toned body on her she was sure setting her eyes on him had been the best thing she'd done.

As the rest of their clothes came off, the passion and desire that had been consuming them since they'd first exchanged looks at the party was on at an all-time high. And so, there was nothing else left to do for the pair of strangers besides give each other a night to remember as they took each other out of this world with pleasure.

If there were two things Hunter was good at it was drinking and making a mess of things. Though some would argue he sucks at drinking too. After Hunter was left alone in the party the young man wasn't sure how to handle the situation. Many (All) parties he had been to in his life he was drunk. Really drunk. And he decided that trying to be sober at a party sucked. At first he attempted to focus his mind with food. After walking to the table multiple times and leaving with out grabbing anything he gave up on that. Between the shoving, pushing, loud noises, and the fact he wasn't able to remember what he was doing until he left the snack bar he had about had it. He was still going to try the party but it was... difficult for him.

Eventually Hunter focused himself enough to get a drink. Drinks always helped him focus. He sat at the bar and tried to order some water. "One... One..." He spun his hand around in the air trying to pull the word he was trying to say. "The liquid thing, the wet one. The drinking one. You know what I mean right?" He motioned to the bartender. Hunter just got a look of confusion from the man. "Withdrawal?" He asked. "Hope not. Just quit today. Can I get that drink now?" The bartender shrugged and grabbed the boy a glass of water. Could withdrawal kick in this fast? Hunter thought to himself. Then as he thought, he was trying to remember the last time he was sober for longer then a few hours. Other then the recent week or so he had been drunk for the better part of the last few years. Sometimes a lot, other times barely noticeable. But the worse parts were easy to recognize. Even got to the point of a breathalyzer being installed in his car by his parents. Which unfortunately for them they didn't know that Hunter doesn't use the regular starter to get the car going. But he thought back, and the last time he could remember being sober for longer then a day was sometime back in high school.

Hunter decided he needed to stop thinking about this. The more he thought about it the sooner it was going to hit him why he always tried to avoid being sober. As he stood up a young girl walked up to him and slapped him across the face. "You Prick!" Now Hunter was confused. Not only was he slapped well still trying to figure out where he was standing but had no idea who this girl was. "Do you do that to all girls you meet?" Hunter was still speechless. "Uhhh...." The girl slapped him again. "Don't you play dumb with me! You know what you did!" 'Fuck fuck fuck fuck' was all that was racing through Hunter's mind over and over again. "Do... Do I know you?" Hunter regretted his choice of words soon after when his face was struck by the girls hand again. "What the hell?! That fucking hurt! Stop it!" He almost sounded like a little kid. "I'll stop when you stop playing dumb you asshole!" Playing dumb? Not only was he sore, he was even more confused then he was before. "...Can we start over? Hi. I'm Hunter." He spoke with his face sore and his hand out. The girl stood in shock confused for what seemed like forever. "You don't know who I am do you?" She smiled. She smiled a smile that sent chills down Hunter's spine. "Good. I'll see you later then." She started to walk off leaving Hunter confused speaking only once more before leaving. "I am going to need that shirt back still." Then she was gone in the crowd of people.

Hunter stood wide eyed trying to process the situation. "What the hell just happened?" Hunter walked around aimlessly for what seemed like forever as he tried to find a purpose in the party. Which was hard when every time he seemed to be onto something he seemed to lose complete focus and his mind tried to move on before he was able to do anything. Eventually he found himself outside on one of the many ship decks looking over the ocean. "What am I even doing..." He spoke to himself. Surprisingly he was alone out on the deck. Most everyone on this part of the ship was inside at the party. But not Hunter.

He looked down at the ocean below him. The black water pushing against the side of the enormous ship. "Isn't this fun Genny? Going out to parties. Traveling the world." He leaned part way over the railing. "Always said we'd go on these adventures. But I guess I lied. You never came did you?" He closed his eyes for a moment trying to hold back tears. It hit him again why he tried to avoid being sober. Even if it was only a little bit he preferred being drunk over being sober. He clenched the railing tight before the moment he let go. Then he fell on his back landing on the deck with a hard thud. He didn't react tot he pain though, he just laid there for a few minutes before finally snapping back to his senses.

Hunter leaned up resting his back against the railing. He had a lot of mixed emotions. He was angry, he was pissed, but most of all, he was scared. He wasn't even sure what he was scared off. Or even what he was angry at? He didn't know. All he knew was he hated being Sober. Part of him wanted to go back and grab a a few drinks to go back to his drunk state. But another part of him was still telling him how much of a bad idea it was. Especially when trying to run from emotions. "Fuck it." Hunter stood up to get a drink. He decided he would quit after the trip. But as soon as he a noticeable wave hit the boat sending him back down where he would stay for a while.

Addy heard someone singing and her heart raced slightly. She looked up onto the stage and saw the man she was flirting with at the pool the other day. He look magnificient on the stage, singing his heart out. She knew instantly that she wanted to sing also. Addy quickly made her way to the other side of the stage, just narrowly missing her best friend -quite possibly ex- and her ex going off to spend time together.

She searched through the song selections, her eyes glittering with excitement. Her heart was always on the stage and, even though she knew she would get so much slack from her bandmates for performing without them, she still wanted to show the crowd what she could do. She kept searching and searching, but her song list was dwindling. Her eyes finally landed on one. One song that she knew would get the party fired up. She requested the song and, once the song was put on the list, she went back to the bar to grab a quick shot of vodka.

After the last two songs, and a drunken rendition of Spice Girls, Addy was up next!

Her heart leaped in her chest as she made her way back to the stage and she loved it. The adrenaline rush from the anticipation was killing her slowly. She heard the beginning notes of the song and she instinctually felt like she was on stage with Raging Roses. She was pretty sure not much of the audience knew this song, but they were definitely enjoying it.

Addy took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and her naturally wavy hair flowed around her face. She brushed it to the side and started singing the lyrics, moving her body with the beat.

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Clover isn't having the best of luck at this. For someone who devotes much of her time to yoga and is very much in tune with her body, the ginger girl has never been more than just okay when it came to dancing...which made it awful hard to garner attention, seeing as how it seemed like everyone else on this ship was a professional dancer in a previous life. Finally someone takes an interest and a tall, lean man with a sweet smile tentatively places his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “You look about as lost as I do,” he chuckles over the loud music, thumb moving in a comforting circle at her side. “Is it alright if I dance with you?”

“Yeah,” Clover replies, visibly relaxing. She hadn’t realized it, but she really had been starting to get anxious. “I don’t mind at--”

The first few notes of ‘Dirty Little Secret’ starts to blare over the speaker system and the blue eyed girl stops moving completely when she sees an all too familiar figure take the stage. He is heartbreaking handsome, the eyeliner making his puppy dog eyes stand out vividly. Jar seems just a touch more nervous than usual as the song starts but by the middle of it he has every woman on the dance floor enraptured, and Clover is no exception.

“Hey, you okay?” Her partner asks, eyebrows knitted together in an obvious sign of worry.

“Ye--No,” Clover replies, pulling herself free of the other dancer’s arms, blue eyes laser focused on the stage. “I thought maybe I was, but I don’t think I am,” she admits, turning her gaze back to the stranger. “M’sorry, I don’t think I can dance with you right now,” she admits apologetically.

“It’s alright, miss,” he answers, disappointed but still cordial. “Come find me if you change your mind. Or you get overwhelmed again. Us regular dancers have to stick together,” he kids, giving her a quick wave before weaving across the dance floor in search of his next partner.

She turns her eyes back to the stage, utterly still in a sea of gyrating bodies as her old boyfriend sings the last of the lyrics. When it's over Clover starts to make her way over to the stage, butterflies in her stomach as she draws closer. However, right before she gets to him, the words he said to her earlier that morning come rushing back.



She recoils into herself like she's been struck, her steps faltering. ’He doesn't want to see me anymore,’ Clover reminds herself, furiously swiping at her face to wipe away the tear that had begun to make its way down her cheek. She turns and hurries to the door, shouldering past anyone that doesn't move away fast enough.

The sea breeze hits her face and Clover breathes out a trembling exhale, blinking rapidly to clear away the rest of her tears. She downs the remainder of her cocktail and chunks the plastic cup into the nearest bin. ’Maybe I’ll try to get over him tomorrow,’ the freckled girl muses, sitting down in one of the nearby deck chairs and toeing off her flats. Then she draws her knees up to her chest and tries her damnedest not to bawl her eyes out.

Hunter eventually pulled himself off the floor of the deck. It doesn't take long until take long for Hunter to find a gift shop where he can grab a flask, and soon grab a drink to put into it. Then he proceeded to head back to the party. One way or another he wasn't going to let everything keep him down.

Hunter made it back to the party with the flask in hand; He didn't enter the party once he got there. He just stood at the entrance. "It's not worth it." He said to himself as he started walking away. He didn't get far before he noticed something that hit him close. He noticed a young girl with her knees against herself as she tried to hide from the world around her. Hunter's hand shook as he held the flask.

He took a deep breath and walked over to the girl. "You want a drink?" He said holding out the flask. "It's not alcoholic unfortunately. But apple juice has helped me in the past." He sat down next to her with the drink still up for grabs. "Plus, sometimes just being near others can help. Especially if they aren't the problem. If they are though that sucks." He said with a shrug.

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God damn, did this feel good! Jareth was thoroughly enjoying himself on that stage. You know that stupid happy grin people get on their face when they are doing something they love? Yeah, Jar was wearing that grin. Sweat threatened to smudge his eyeliner as he danced around and sang his little punk-rock heart out. The audience seemed pleased, so Jar was also pleased when he finally made his exit for the next brave soul to take their place on the stage.

The crowd excitedly swallowed him back onto the dancefloor. A few people nudged his shoulder or gave him a thumbs up to show that they liked it. A couple told him they wanted to hear him do another one. Jareth bashfully blushed and thanked each and every one of them. For all his charisma and confidence while performing, he was rather shy when not in his stage persona. He still loved the compliments though, I mean, who doesn’t?

Jar danced for a couple of more songs, and some girls managed to squeeze their way through the crowd to be able to dance with him. Pretty girls, and decent dancers too. Hell yeah, living like a rock star was dope. He should do this for the rest of his life… oh wait, that’s the goal, isn’t it?

His body was buzzing with energy now, and it was about time he got his mind buzzing too. Jar made his wake back to the blonde bartender and ordered a second Jack and Coke, his drink of choice when at any bar. The woman raised her brows at him as she handed him the drink.

“That was pretty damn impressive… had me swoonin’.” She remarked and then flicked her eyes to the stage where a woman was giving her drunken rendition of Spice Girls. ”Sure as hell are better on the ears than that. Yeesh.” she said before grabbing a rag to wipe down the counter. Jareth chuckled at her remark and then sipped the fresh drink.

“Ahh, she’s enjoying herself up there. Everyone deserves their moment, especially when their friends are inevitably recording that moment on their iPhones to use as blackmail.” They both laughed at that one. Jar stayed by the bar and drank his beverage a little faster than he probably should have. He was eager to get back out on the floor and find the Belle of this ball, plus, a new song was starting that had a dark, danceable beat.

“Now there is a set of pipes. I think you’ve got some competition.” The tender remarked, but Jar was already turning to face the stage. He squinted to get a better look.

No. Fucking. Way.

That was the girl! From the pool! No man in his right mind could forget the way that bikini-clad wonder had sashayed her hips out of the water. So, apparently he hadn’t dreamed that whole situation up. AND she could sing. He had to have her, plain and simple. That was the Belle of the ball that he was looking for.

“I’ll take another one.” Jar said over his shoulder to goldilocks, obviously still enraptured by the tattooed beauty. “And whatever potion you have that can make that girl fall in love with me.” The bartender whipped up the two drinks and closed out his tab.

“I don’t know about love… but it might get ya laid.” Her crassness didn’t really surprise him, but he still blushed through the laugh. Jar said thanks and left a good tip on the counter for her, she more than deserved it.

Jareth made his way closer to the stage with both drinks in hand. He was nervous as all hell, but excited too. When he was near enough that he managed to catch her gaze and hold it for a moment, he raised the cocktail meant for her and nodded his head in a direction away from the party. Then he weaved his way to the edge of the dance floor and out onto the outer deck of the ship. The message was clear: "come with me?"

There was always the possibility that she wouldn’t follow him. That would suck. But, if this was indeed the same girl from the Solarium pool, then he doubted that would be the case. He hoped it wouldn’t be. Thankfully, there weren’t really any people out here, his anxiety wouldn’t be able to handle that. Good thing he remembered his pills this morning, too.

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"You want a drink?"

Clover’s head jerks up, hands flying to brush away any of the remaining wetness on her face. Luckily for her Lila had done her makeup, so the chance of the dreaded raccoon eye look was slim, seeing as how the younger girl believed in using only the highest quality of cosmetics. “W-what?” the ginger girl asks a bit shakily, peering up at the stranger in front of her. He was on the tall side, with sweet puppy dog eyes and a little bit of stubble on his square chin. Her blue eyes flit down to take in his tuxedo t-shirt and she can’t help but give a surprised giggle at how silly it was.

"It's not alcoholic unfortunately. But apple juice has helped me in the past,” the stranger continues, giving the shining metal flask a shake as he sat down in the deck chair next to her’s. Clover straightened up a little, letting her feet touch the floor once more as she turns to face the other youth. "Plus, sometimes just being near others can help. Especially if they aren't the problem. If they are though that sucks,” he continues, arm still outstretched in a silent offering.

Hesitantly the freckled girl reaches out, her fingertips brushing past his as she accepts the flask. “Thank you,” Clover answers, unscrewing the lid and pressing the little canteen to her lips. She swallows a few mouthfuls before pulling off, redoing the lid and pressing the metal receptacle back into his hands. “I’ve never had apple juice out of a flask before,” she admits, glancing back up to meet the other’s eyes again. “I think it might taste better that way,” she jokes a little lamely, tongue darting out to catch a stray bit of juice that had escaped before flashing him a watery smile.

“So, what are you doing out here?” Clover asks, tilting her head curiously. She was out here to avoid the literal embodiment of love lost that was crooning away on stage, but she couldn't figure out why a cute boy like this would be alone on the side deck. “Are you partied out too?” the ginger continues, the cool breeze coming up off the water making her shiver slightly.

“Oh, I'm Clover, by the way,” she tells him, wiping her hand over her dress before sticking it out for a handshake. It's only after she does it that the pale girl realizes how weird the action is. They were on spring break for Christ’s sake, not a business meeting. ‘Ugh, I’m hopeless. Fuck. What would Lila do?’ she asks herself, chewing at the inside of her cheek anxiously for a moment.

Carefully she extends her arm even more until her hand is laying right next to the stranger’s on the arm rest of his chair. The ginger stretches her pinky finger and bumps it against his before looping them together in what Clover hopes is a friendly/flirty gesture and not awkward as hell. “What’s your name?”

Hunter kept the flask in his hand as the conversation between him and the girl continued. She mentioned about how apple juice tasting better in the small flask. "I definitely agree there. Plus with everything going on it's better then other things I could put in it." He chuckled a bit at the thought of his situation. Here he was, trying to be sober and not drop kick people, and here she was. She seemed... done was the best word that came to Hunter's mind. Hunter couldn't break from her eyes though, they were so deep with emotion, deep with a story dying to be told. She was definitely cute, she seemed just as out of it as Hunter did though. Seems that is the way of cruise ships today.

“So, what are you doing out here?” Asked the girl. "I am out here trying to quit drinking, well remembering why I started to drink. It's a complex situation." She then asked if he was partied out as well. "Na, I was never partied in. Relating to the quitting drinking, I've never been to a party sober until now. And it's harder then I thought. I mean first I am dealing with my ex being on the same cruise, then I am dealing with the fact that going on this trip drained away what little bit of savings I had." He laughed a bit. "To make things even better I am trying to enjoy this well not only dealing with my ex, but my friends are off somewhere doing who knows what?!" He stopped and thought about it. "Or who." He took another sip of the apple juice hoping it would calm him down. With every sip he was hoping it would be like hard cider, so far all he got was bargain brand juice. They were quite for a moment. Then she broke the silence.

“Oh, I'm Clover, by the way.” She asked with her hand reaching out for a handshake. Hunter was about to shake back but she seemed to regret holding her hand out the way she did. She looked stressed, like she had been planning ways to do this before. Hunter couldn't blame her, he use to do the same thing before talking to Delilah well they were dating. Another thing that got his attention was how familiar she looked. He knew he had heard the name before but... where? He swore in his head for his memory failing on him. She also looked familiar too.

But Hunter soon looses this train of thought as Clover slowly and calmly intertwines her pinkie with his own finger. Shit, shit, shit, what do I do now? hunter was screaming in his head. He sucked with girls! And guys! And dogs! But that's an unrelated story.

“What’s your name?” Asked clover. This, this was something Hunter could do well sober and not acting scared as hell. "Um, many people at school call me Monroe, but my friends call me Hunter." Alright, act cool, don't panic, stop sweating. Stop sweating! Hunter screamed in his head. "You just as alone on this cruise? Seems a lot of people are off doing their own thing out here?"

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"I think I’ll go with Hunter,” Clover remarks, giving the brunette man’s pinky a reassuring squeeze. He looked nervous, which she thought was quite endearing. She’d always had a soft spot for anxious boys for some reason. ’What does that say about me?’ she muses. ’Maybe I need therapy.’

He speaks so candidly about his problem with alcohol addiction that it actually catches her off guard. It was such a startlingly honest thing to tell someone you’d only just met. “That’s good,” Clover starts, before quickly adding, “...that you’re talking about it, I mean, not that you have a problem with alcohol. Not that I’m saying you have a problem or anything--Ugh,” Clover laughs, scratching at her nose with her off hand as her face begins to heat up. “I suck at small talk,” she admits, the corner of her mouth twitching up into a small half smile. “My dad is an alcoholic. Or, was, I guess. He’s been sober for thirty something years now,” the ginger confesses, slowly disentangling their pinkies and, after cautiously shooting Hunter a glance, covers his entire hand with her’s, lacing all of their fingers together in the process.

Nothing bad happens. Good. This must be acceptable behavior.

“Anyways, he always says you have to replace the addictive behavior with something else if you wanna beat it for good,” she continues, looking down at their hands curiously. Her’s was much paler than Hunter’s and stood out starkly against his skin. “He likes to tell everyone he replaced scotch with my mama. It’s all very corny, I know, but still sort of romantic.”

Clover finds herself relaxing back into her chair. It was easy to talk to this man. Whether or not it was because she’d probably never see him again after this cruise or because he was just a nice guy remained to be seen. “I’m here with a couple of girl friends actually. I also exhausted a good deal of my funds on this trip. I’m probably going to be eating nothing but top ramen until my next paycheck comes in,” she quips, brushing her thumb over the back of his hand in languid circles. “Hm...that’s weird...my ex is on this cruise too. That’s actually why I’m out here, I saw him in there,” the ginger stops here to jerk her head in the direction of the door that leads to the deck party, “...And I sort of lost it for a second.”

“I’ll get over it eventually, I just needed some space. Seeing him so happy without me is still a little hard,” Clover murmurs, pursing her lips and averting her gaze back down to the floor. ’I’m sabotaging myself. You’re not supposed to talk about exes when you first meet somebody. Am I even trying? This man is gonna run for the hills if I keep this up.’

Through the door the music is still audible and a girl takes the stage, singing a stripped down version of Vance Joy’s biggest hit. Her version of it is slower and the vocals are so hauntingly sweet sounding that it gives Clover an idea. “Here,” the freckled girl chirps, hopping up from her chair and pulling at Hunter insistently until he’s on his feet as well. “Let’s not think about our exes or how bad we want a drink right now,” she declares, stepping close so she’s standing in his personal space while tentatively letting her hands go up to circle around the taller man’s neck. “Will you dance with me, Hunter? I promise not to step on your feet too much,” She jokes, glancing up at him through the sweep of her lashes.

Hunter was surprised to hear about clover's father going through something similar to what he was going through. Many people when they described people that go through his situation normally explain the story with a lot more aggression too the person. Clover also mentioned how her father got over it by falling in love with her mom. Now that Hunter thought about it, other then the most recent week his best attempt at quitting was during the beginning of his relationship with Delilah.

Clover started talking about meeting her ex, how seeing him so happy with out her was painful to bare. Who wouldn't have trouble with that. It's a crap situation to get stuck in. "Saw my ex here too. Though... I didn't handle the situation so well." He trailed off a bit. He didn't want to mention his drunken rant to Clover. Especially since he handled a lot of his situations well intoxicated. There was a lot he wanted to say, not just to her but to anyone. But there was also a lot he didn't want to share. What made it hard was that many of those things overlapped. But Clover... She was something different to Hunter. He just couldn't place it yet.

“Here,” the freckled girl chirps, hopping up from her chair and pulling at Hunter insistently until he’s on his feet as well. “Let’s not think about our exes or how bad we want a drink right now,” she declares, stepping close so she’s standing in his personal space while tentatively letting her hands go up to circle around the taller man’s neck. “Will you dance with me, Hunter? I promise not to step on your feet too much,” She jokes, glancing up at him through the sweep of her lashes.

Hunter was surprised by this remark. Was his situation actually turning around? Was he able to actually be close with someone again? This, this was amazing to him. "I'd... I'd love to dance." First taking a deep breath to calm himself down from his excitement Hunter placed his hands around clover's waist and held her close as they danced to the music from the party. Hunter loved the song, he enjoyed it as he danced with Clover. For the first time since he started dating Delilah he actually started feeling happy again. Before it was just him putting on a good face, but now... He had hope.

Well dancing Hunter stared into Clover's calming blue eyes. In her eyes Hunter felt... relaxed, free, hopeful. When the song ended he hugged Clover holding her close. "Thank you. Thank you for making this trip worth coming." He whispered in her ear trying to hold back tears. "It means a lot to me, it really does." He held her close for what seemed like forever. He never wanted this moment to end.

Hunter let go worried he made the situation awkward. "I... Uh... Sorry. I just..." He broke eye contact. "I'm sorry. I've been... stressed recently. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I mean you're an amazing girl, one of the most amazing I've met. And I barely know you." He looked back into those comforting blue eyes. "Maybe we should get to know each other?" He asked shyly. "Could be fun."

Adelisa smiled as the crowd enjoyed the song. It was fuel for her to continue. She moved closer to the end of the stage and started singing the last verse when she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around and caught a certain someone's gaze. Of course, the guy from Solarium was watching her. By the way he looked at her, she could tell that tonight was going to be an interesting one. The song ended and her gaze followed him to the outskirts of the party. Her heart raced in her chest, but holy hell was she excited.

She climbed off the stage and, as if entranced, followed his path. A small part of Addy wanted to turn the other way. She hadn't talked to a man since the breakup and she wondered if she even had it in her. Something was telling her to continue, though. Something was nagging her, saying you never know what'll happen. Give it a chance! As he appeared closer and closer, she knew it was too late to turn back.

She was glad for it too.

A small smirk appeared on her face as she made her way over to him. Gosh, this man is gorgeous! she thought as she shamelessly looked him up and down, biting her bottom lip slightly. Of course, then she noticed her actions and her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Her mind went wild with her imagination, but she also wanted to get to know the mysteriously handsome singer.

She tapped on his shoulder and smirked flirtaciously.

"Looks like my siren song worked", she giggled softly. As she smiled at the tall rocker, the butterflies in her stomache increasing speed. Addy was nervous and reasonably so. She recently had an arguement with her ex on how she didn't initiate anything and that she was standoffish. Yet, she didn't want to think of him right now. She wanted to find out more about this stranger, maybe even initiate getting to know him without clothes...

She was getting ahead of herself. Addy looked down at his hands and pointed at one of the drinks, saying "and you definitely know your way to a siren's heart." Her eyes glittered with amusement at the comment.

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"I'd... I'd love to dance," Hunter murmurs, hands going to her hips as they started to sway with the rhythm of the song. His hands are large enough that they span almost the entirety of her side and Clover shivers when they first make contact because they’re so incredibly warm. There is nothing fancy about the way they dance together, just two people in an almost embrace rocking back and forth to a melody that was muted slightly by the door.

When the song draws to a close Hunter bundles her up until she’s pressed flush against his chest. "Thank you. Thank you for making this trip worth coming," he whispers, breath ghosting across her ear as he clutches her even tighter. The redhead’s heart starts to beat just a little faster. "It means a lot to me, it really does." Clover doesn’t say anything, instead tucking her head under his chin and giving the man a squeeze back. He seemed like he was going through a lot right now and she figures he just needed someone to hold onto for a moment.

Clover doesn’t mind at all. It was quite nice, actually.

Hunter seems to get nervous after a moment and pulls back, stuttering out, "I... Uh... Sorry. I just..." The man stops, averting chestnut eyes before pressing on, "I'm sorry. I've been... stressed recently. I didn't mean to make things awkward. I mean you're an amazing girl, one of the most amazing I've met. And I barely know you." Clover gives a surprised giggle at the unexpected praise, her fingers flexing and barely brushing over the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. "Maybe we should get to know each other?" He asked shyly. "Could be fun."

“Hmmm…,” Clover hums, tapping a finger against her chin like she’s actually thinking about it. The dance had done it’s job, because the ginger is not nearly as nervous as she was when Hunter had first sat down next to her. “I’m kidding. Yes Hunter, I’d love to get to know you,” she tells him with a grin and, before she has a chance to chicken out, she rocks up onto her toes and plants a quick peck on to his cheek. The action leaves a perfectly shaped kiss mark in bright red lipstick.

She leaves it. It looked cute.

“So,” she starts, letting her hands fall away from him. “You like swimming, right? Because I heard that they shut the other two pools down for the night to make sure they had enough staff for the party,” Clover informs, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.

“...you wanna sneak in to one of them with me?”

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Jar’s nerves were growing and sweat prickled at the nape of his neck It was all in his head, she wasn’t coming out here. He was just going to awkwardly stand out on this deck with two drinks in his hand… completely alone. Waves rolled into the sides of the cruise ship a few decks below. The sun had set and moonlight now sparkled along the water’s surface. At least it was beautiful out here.

Holding both drinks in hand, Jareth walked over to the railing and leaned his forearms on it. He sipped his drink and stared out to the sea. The gentle tap on his shoulder came as a bit of a surprise, as he had gotten distracted. Jar peeked over his shoulder and, upon seeing who it was, turned all the way around.

Jesus Christ.

This girl was even more gorgeous up close. For the first time, he noticed that her scarlet hair had tips that look like they were dipped in black ink. Drop dead and edgy, double score! The cat clearly had his tongue for a few moments.

”Looks like my siren song worked” she broke the ice. Thank gods she did, he probably would have tripped all over himself if he had to talk first. He used to be so good at flirting… what the hell happened? She pointed to the drink in his hand. ”And you definitely know your way to a siren’s heart.”

Jar looked down at it and laughed. “Siren, huh? What are you doing on the ship, aren’t you supposed to wreck them?” He asked. It was kind of a nerdy thing to say, but mythology had always interested him. Not as much as she interested him, though. Jar handed the drink to her. He wiped the condensation it had left in his hand off on his skinnies before extending his hand to her.

“I’m Jareth… like the goblin king.” He introduced. The odd name always rose questions like ‘Were your parents Bowie fans?’ Truth is, he didn’t know much about his birth mom except that she was a druggie groupie… but it would be neat if he was named after such a great dude. Jareth grinned his sickening perfect white smile in hopes that he’d finally learn fallen angel’s name.

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Adelisa smiled softly, but her nerves went up a notch once she got a full view of his face. She stared at him for a moment, her cheeks reddening slightly from the realization that she had been. It was hard not too, though; he was handsome and definitely edgy. Just her type! As he handed her the drink, she looked up at him and bit her bottom lip out of habit. He was nerdy too? Bonus!

She giggled softly at the joke about sirens and said "a man who knows his Greek mythology. Definitely a bonus." She took a sip of the drink and felt the familiar burn in her throat, the mixed drink going down so smoothly. Her blue eyes met brown as she shook his hand, noting thaf his hand enveloped hers. They were so warm, the tension slowly made its way from her hand throughout her body. Goodness, was this man having an effect on her. She ran her thumb softly against the back of his hand as she heard him give his name.

She smirked and said "now, what if my name was Sarah? That would've been quite the story huh?" She glanced at his lips as his breathtaking smile lit up his face. She just about swooned. She looked back up into his eyes and said "I'm Adelisa." Her eyes went to their hands before she broke from the shake and looked up at him. She was almost mesmerized by him, but her senses came to her and she bit her bottom lip yet again.

She accidently murmured aloud "goodness, you're handsome when you smile." Addy, suddenly realizing she said that out loud, felt her cheeks heat up. Could she have been any dorkier? She smiled sheepishly and said " well that was not supposed to come out."

Addy was so not the flirtacious type. She may have acted as such, but her game was her voice. Even Julius thought the same thing. Wait... wasn't this Jules' friend? Was she really that petty to go after one of his friend? Well, she did want him to hurt... but she genuinely thought Jareth was attractive... Well, she'll figure it out as time goes on.

“So,” she starts, letting her hands fall away from him. “You like swimming, right? Because I heard that they shut the other two pools down for the night to make sure they had enough staff for the party,” Clover informs, tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear.

“...you wanna sneak in to one of them with me?” It was at this moment where Hunter really felt things starting to go his way. Hunter pulled the pockets of his swim shorts. "What are we waiting for?" Hunter said with a smile. Hunter Grabbed clover's hand and started dragging her to the pool area. Granted Hunter got lost a few times along the way but eventually he found one of the closed pools. Swimming was something that Hunter felt he could do with out being drunk, though it's been years since he last went swimming. "Try not to drown" He said in his head. "You think the water's cold?" he asked Clover as he took off his T-shirt with a tux on the front. Though looking at her, she was beautiful. Even in the poorly lit deck of the pool yard her face glowed. Her freckles standing out emphasizing her face. Clover's hair blowing smoothly in the wind. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Part of it was admiring her, part of it was a little jealousy

Hunter would more then admit he was adorable, but he was in no way built. His strongest muscle was his liver, though his doctor's would disagree with him there too. But at this moment, he didn't care about anything other then Clover. For the first time this vacation he had a reason to enjoy himself, and not just because he was on a vacation. He had mixed feelings about draining his savings for a week long trip.

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“A man who knows his Greek mythology. Definitely a bonus.” The girl said in response to his remark about sirens.

“I prefer Norse, but most mythology is pretty cool.” Jareth responded. He wasn’t really a great student back in the day, but ancient history interested him the most, well, second to music and art class, that is. Crystalline blue eyes looked boldly into his as they shook hands. She ran her thumb softly against the back of his hand and he suddenly had no desire to let her go… so, he didn’t.

”Now, what if my name was Sarah? That would’ve been quite the story huh?” she joked. She was funny and a Labyrinth fan, she just kept getting better and better! Jar wasn’t one to throw around silly words like ‘soulmate’, but damn if she wasn’t close to perfection in his eyes. ”I’m Adelisa.” she said before blushing and letting go of his hand.

Adelisa… the name should sound familiar to him, but it doesn’t. Jules always referred to her as Addy, so the pieces didn’t click in Jar’s mind. Not yet, at least. Adelisa bit her lip amidst the silence, what a fucking adorable habit. Jareth had a similar nervous tick where he would spin his lip ring from the inside of his mouth using his tongue. Jar wasn’t doing that now though, because he wasn’t really nervous anymore. Too much bad shit had happened recently, it was about time something went his way, that's gotta be some law of the universe or something. He was, however, smiling like a fool.

”Goodness, you’re handsome when you smile.” Adelisa mumbled and then immediately went wide-eyed. ”Well that was not supposed to come out.”

Jar laughed in surprise, it was a warm and smokey sound in comparison to the usual breathy chuckle he afforded light jokes. ”Well, I’m certainly not offended, unless of course you didn’t mean it.” The scarlet afflicting her pale complexion betrayed that she did, in fact, mean it.

”There is nothing wrong with being forward. If everyone was so direct and honest about what they wanted, the world would be a much better place.” Jareth took a sip of his drink before gaining the courage to say the next part. ”Now, if might also be so blunt, I want you. In only a few short moments you have proven to be gorgeous, talented, and funny. I’m dying to know what else you have hiding behind those baby blues. Dance with me?” He invited, offering his arm to her to lead her back to the deck party to dance and see where the rest of the night might lead them.

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Addy took a sip of her drink as he commented on bluntness. She was always blunt. That was something she needed and preferred in a man: telling it like it is. "Well, I'm certainly not offended, unless of course you didn't mean it." He was quite sly, and she certainly didn't mind that. She smiled and said "I try to mean everything I say, especially when it comes to how attractive someone is and you definitely are attractive."

The next few sentences had made her heart leap out of her chest, if it hadn't already. He was so good looking, smart, funny, and kind. She may not be a believer in destiny or seeing a future with someone, but she definitely hoped tonight didn't end. She wasn't prepared to meet someone like him and, in all honesty, she had no clue what to do about it. She was scared, no terrified, to be so attracted to a person within first meeting them but she knew she struck gold when blue met brown eyes.

What a soulful pair they were as he said "Now, if might also be so blunt, I want you. In only a few short moments you have proven to be gorgeous, talented, and funny. I’m dying to know what else you have hiding behind those baby blues. Dance with me?" She just about died. He was going to break her heart, she could sense it; but she smiled and said "well, if we're both being blunt, then I must say that you are hot, smart, witty, and a damn good artist. You can ask me just about anything as long as I can make you smile. As for dancing, I would love too."

Addy lightly grabbed his arm, her tiny hand gripping his tricep and smiling up at him. "We should do a duet sometime. I think we'd make sweet music together" she said flirtaciously, but also hoping that it does happen eventually. They had so much in common already that she wanted to see just how harmonious their voices are. She looked at him and smiled excitedly. She never thought she'd end up like this, but she guessed her wishes had been granted...

Be careful what you wish for...

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Hunter takes her by the hand and leads her towards one of the pools that has been shut down for the night. After taking a few wrong turns they finally make it and the ginger girl is a little disappointed at how easy it is to break in. She was kind of hoping that she’d get to break out the bobby pins, but all that separates them from the swimming area is a low fence that each of them scales with relative ease.

"You think the water's cold?" Hunter asks, peeling off his shirt and leaving him in only his swim trunks. Clover bites at the inside of her cheek as she takes him in. ’Yeah, I can definitely work with that,’ she muses, blue eyes studying the handsome slope of his shoulders before they flick back over to the pool.

“...um,” Clover starts, going over to the water’s edge and dipping a toe it. “Brrr, it’s a little chilly,” the pale girl admits, yanking her foot out briskly. Lila had told her to be more forward during their seduction training earlier that afternoon so Clover swallows hard and say, “I-I guess that means you’ll just have to hold me close to keep me warm.”

‘Oh god, was that as corny as it sounded? Fuck. Don’t over think it, just go with it, Clover. Make Delilah Duclerc proud!’

“I’m not as prepared as you are,” Clover confesses, reaching behind herself and unzipping the back of her dress. Her pulse is racing and her heart feels like it might hammer right out of her chest. This was uncharted water after all, she’d never tried to seduce a man she had only just met and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out if she was being sexy or way too goddamn forward.

’Don’t think about it,’ she tells herself, letting the dress fall and pool around her feet before stepping out of it. Her floral underwear doesn’t give her much protection against the cool night air and the skin of her belly starts to break out in goosebumps. Clover stands still for just a moment before dipping down to grab her dress and laying it over a deck chair, then sitting down in said chair to unroll the garter that held her phone, room key card, and lipstick from her leg. “I hate purses,” she explains a bit sheepishly, standing up and walking back over to Hunter before catching his hand in her’s again.

“Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,”

The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.

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After an intense 'playtime' session, Delilah and Julius were taking a small break laying under the sheets of Lila's bed. The couple had spent the better part of an hour getting to know each other rather intimately, pretty much forgetting that there was a world outside the four walls they were in. Had Adelisa or Clover decided to enter the suite, they would've heard a perfectly synchronized chorus of Lila's high-pitched moans and Julius' grunts. They weren't precisely the most quiet people. But what need was there to be, anyway? They had the suite to themselves, they were tipsy and completely caught up in the moment, in their own little world. If things went as smoothly as this was going, this vacation was starting to look up for both of them.

"So, what do you think?" Lila asked him, looking up at Jules from her place in his chest. Her forehead was shiny with sweat, chocolate waves slightly messy from all the action that had been happening between them, but her makeup was still as fresh as if she'd just applied it (thank God for that magical setting spray!). Her heartbeat was still trying to recover itself from the past events, as was also evident on the slight heavy breathing and that adorable pink tint her face got after a job well done. "Was it good?"

Meanwhile, Jules laid comfortably on his back, with his left arm wrapped around Lila, letting her head rest against his chest. His other hand was playfully going through with her locks. He looked down at her to meet her eyes as she spoke. Much like her, his breathing was slightly heavier.
"Goddamn amazing. Unsurprisingly, I'm sure." He grinned at her. "What about you? Did you manage to take it in?" He wasn't going to give that one a rest.

Delilah let out a chuckle, hiding her flushed face on his chest. "Oh God, don't even remind me of that!" she said in an embarrased tone, her voice muffled from being pressed against Jules' chest. After a few seconds, she managed to look back at him with a sheepish smile. "But if you should know, I did manage to take it in, as you witnessed for yourself."

Jules chucked at the same time she did. "Oh, but it's now my obligation to remind you. Just to see that cute blush on your face every time I do so." God, how could someone this hot look so adorable with just a simple blush. His grin widened slightly as he pulled her slightly closer to his face, allowing him to press a kiss against her lips. "That wasn't the important part though. What did you think?"

Lila's smile changed from sheepish to a bright one at Jules' compliment, and she responded to the small kiss enthusiastically. "Well, I think you've done an excellent job, stranger." she replied, gently rubbing her nose against his in a loving expression.

"Just 'excellent'? I think I can do better than that." He replied playfully, but he wasn't completely joking, to which Lila laughed and kissed him again. Then again, the night was still young. He was certain that he'd get the chance to show her a little more.

"Don't worry, we still have a long way ahead of us, so you can show me just how much better you can get.." she purred, running her index finger along that sexy jawline of his without her eyes leaving his. The light stubble on his face gently grazed Lila's finger, but God did he look stunning with it. Lila was quiet for a minute, peacefully enjoying the closeness between her and this freakishly handsome young man when...

Wait... Had she really just slept with a guy whose name she hadn't even bothered asking?!

Lila jumped up a little, whipping her head to stare directly at him."Oh my God... I just realized, I never asked for your name, didn't I? How appropriate from me." she chortled, but then her face got serious. "I swear this isn't something I do often. In fact..." she hesitated for a moment, biting her lower lip in indecision until she took a deep breath and decided to just say it. "This is actually the first time I did this."

Julius flashed her an amused smile. From the performance this bombshell had put up, he'd thought that she was . His guess was clearly wrong. "Well then, I'm glad to have been your first, then." he told her, giving her a fleeting kiss on the lips.

I just realized, I never asked for your name, didn't I?

He cocked his head a little, but then realized she was right."Regarding the name situation, I guess we focused our attention at more important matters." He chuckled. Although he was somewhat interested in her as a person, that was not the reason why they were in this bed of course."Anyhow, do you want to know?" Julius grinned, clearly having a response to her ready.

"I'd just like to know the name of the man who's just taken me too the moon and back," she replied in what was becoming to be her usual sultry voice with the stranger holding her.

Julius whispered into her ear: "Maybe if I feel like it after the next round, I'll allow you to scream it during the third."

Lila's eyes flashed with playfulness, her face showing just how eager she was to go again. Without wasting any time, she climbed on top of the man and kissed him deeply, and only pulled away after the longest time "That sounds like a deal to me, cutie. Now..." she said, running her index finger along his toned chest again. "Shall we?"

He kissed her as passionately as she did, feeling the confirmation to his proposal without her even needing to spell it out. His arms, now freed, once again took the liberty of exploring every nook and cranny of her body. It seemed she was going to take the lead this round, which suited Julius fine. He wondered just how far she would go, and he was all too willing to find out. Maybe if he wanted to tease her, drive her even further, he would hide his name for another round or two. Then again, the thought of this babe screaming his name in pleasure was just as amusing. "Do you even need to ask?" He confirmed, ready for another go.

Delilah smiled mischievously. Instead of doing anything, she reached towards her bedside table and picked up a hair-tie that she'd conveniently left there that morning. In quick motions, she tied her hair back and out from her face and then looked back at the guy.

"Someone's serious now." Jules smiled slyly at her in regards to the hair-tie. He could only speculate about what she had in store for him, but it could only be good.

Lila just laughed and kissed him again. "Ready when you are," she declared.

"Love, I was born ready." And Jules was certain that even if he wasn't, she'd do it anyway.

And without further ado, Delilah and Julius exchanged knowing smiles, mischievous looks, and once again went back for some more action.

“Let’s jump in together, okay?” she says, leading him over to the pool's edge and giving his larger hand a quick squeeze. “On the count of three. One...two…,”

The redhead doesn’t wait for the three, instead springing forward and pulling Hunter in after her, letting out a shriek of laughter just before they hit the water.

Hunter wasn't ready for Clover to pull him in like that. And well she jumped, Hunter kinda fell. But he was having a great time falling. Arguable the best moment of his life just went by, and he was hoping it would never end. Though upon impact Hunter landed face first in the water not only swallowing some water, but in turn belly flopping both his face and his torso. By the time both he and Clover came to the surface they were both laughing with excitement. Hunter spit up some water first but other then that he felt amazing!

Hunter turned his attention to the girl that had made this trip worth everything he had gone through. Nothing in his life seemed to matter with Clover here. The fact that he was broke, the fact he owed over $500 in tickets, losing his job, shifting from home to home, even meeting Delilah in his trip. Nothing mattered to him. Though for a moment he thought about the fact not many girls date guys like him. But he was more then willing to actually put better effort to fix things. But at this moment, he couldn't keep his eyes off Clover. Her red hair darkened by the water that now was soaked into it, then glossed by the moonlight. Her light blue eyes giving him a look of hope. "I... I never want this moment to end. I never want to leave this boat as long as you're on it. I never want to leave this pool as long as you're in it." He did what he could to prevent from breaking down in emotions. "I know it's a bit weird and all just meeting. But... I never want to leave your side."