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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 2, 2016 20:30:12 GMT -5
Marti yawned, stretching her arms above her head as she stepped inside of her beach house. She was exhausted but that was expected considering she'd been at the studio earlier than she should have so she could chat with some of the contestants and then head over to hair and makeup. Then there had been the show and then the after party - which she'd ended up ducking out of early so she could head home.
She enjoyed the celebrity lifestyle to a point but damn, sometimes she missed when she'd spend a night bickering with James and Brock over lyric while they ate pizza and drank beer. They'd been struggling but they had enjoyed the time they spent with each other. But they'd all grown up and apart - James doing his own thing, Brock screwing her over a couple of times and then God only knew where he was, and she... Well she'd worked hard and well, she was bigger than she'd ever dreamed was possible.
Shaking her head, she shrugged out of her jacket and hung it up. Her gaze dropped down and immediately she smiled seeing a pair of shoes there that certainly weren't hers. Slipping out of her heels, she headed straight into the living room where she figured she'd find her guest. "I hope you brought beer because I need something other than Champagne."
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 2, 2016 20:37:40 GMT -5
"Do I seriously strike you as someone who would drink champagne willingly?" Jagger asked from his seat on the couch, his bare feet resting on the coffee table, his shirt unbuttoned except for the two bottom buttons. In his hand was an ice cold beer, wet from condensation. He glanced over his shoulder at Marti and flashed her an easy grin.
He had arrived there half an hour ago and had let himself in, needing to get away from the city for a bit. His career was hectic and sometimes being a celebrity was more than he could take. That coupled with all of the emotions he was feeling after missing Kayley's first day of school and well, everything. "I hope you don't mind my stopping by. I just needed to get the hell out of dodge." He explained, standing up and padding across the room and Into the kitchen where he grabbed two more beer and cracked one open, walkjg over to Marti and holding it out to her. "Caught your show, by the way. Good job."
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 2, 2016 20:51:58 GMT -5
"I can think of a couple of way that you'd willingly drink champagne," Marti teased as she raised her eyebrows playfully. But she got it. She only drank the crap when she had to, well outside of a few fun reasons to drink it. She was a much more down to earth drinker. She much preferred beer and even a good Jack & Coke.
She took the beer from him and shrugged her shoulders as she moved over to couch and plopped down. "You know I don't mind. It's why I gave you a key to begin with. Sometimes being in the city sucks." She glanced over her shoulder at Jagger. "Did you? Did you see how that one girl completely messed up her song and was shocked when she was eliminated? I kinda felt bad for her."
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 2, 2016 21:12:41 GMT -5
"You can, huh?" Jagger remarked, smirking at her. "Care to share?" He raised an eyebrow and let himself fall back down onto the couch to get comfortable again.
he took a long drink from his beer and set the empty bottle down, picking up the one he had just brought back from the fridge. He took a long drink and then let out a relaxed sigh. He really needed to look into getting a place by the beach, he thought. It was so relaxing...and sometimes it was the only time he felt his shoulders not up to his neck. It was nice.
"I did see that," he confirmed with a nod of his head. "Don't feel bad though. It's a competition and it's not like this business is all sunshine and daisies. You fuck up, you're gone. In real life and in the game. Don't let it get to you, Babe." He reached out and patted the seat next to him.
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 2, 2016 21:26:35 GMT -5
"Maybe later," she chuckled before scooting over so she was able to lean comfortably against his side. This was nice, just a beer and some snuggling with a friend. Though the media had a completely different idea on their status - which amused her to no end. The tabloids and the entertainment shows were all convinced that they were dating but that couldn't be farther from the truth. They were just friends who went out sometimes and sometimes stayed in and enjoyed each other's company. That's all it was and Marti was more than happy with the arrangement.
"I said kinda," Marti pointed out. "I'm just glad she wasn't one of mine. But I know I heard one of the guest coaches telling her that the song she picked wasn't right for her, apparently she just didn't listen." She tilted her head back so she could look up at him and her smile grew. "Speaking of... You think you can stomach being a guest coach for one of the episodes??"
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 2, 2016 21:35:48 GMT -5
He moved his arm to drape lightly across her shoulders, allowing her to snuggle in as he took another drink from his beer, smirking down at her. He would never have thought that his best friend who end up being a woman, but her they were. After going on an international tour together, where he ranted and raved about Kate, and she did the same about Brock, they had bonded. They were seriously nothing more than friends...well, friends with an agreement. It was hard to meet new people when you were famous, even harder to find people who didn't want to sell you out to a tabloid for a quick buck, so rather than picking out a stray and hoping for the best, they just got their kicks out of each other. Nothing more, nothing less and it was exactly what Jagger wanted. Sure, the magazines and fans all thought they were dating and just trying to deny it, but well, the joke was on them.
he gazed down at her in silence as she began to try and convince him to be a guest judge and he started shaking his head. "Don't you think that would be just a little too cutesy with Amanda being on there too?" He asked her, reaching his cold,bottle down and pressing it on her chest with a laugh, knowing just how cold that would be. She might be trying to convince him to do what she wanted, but he was going to try to distract her and avoid giving an answer. He honestly had no interest in being on tv.
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 2, 2016 21:55:31 GMT -5
"Hey!" Marti protested and quickly squirmed away from his beer. Dammit, this is what she got for not changing out of her clothes into something more comfortable as soon as she'd got home. That beer had been freakin cold pressed against her bare skin, thanks to the fact that she'd been wearing such a low cut blouse. She'd have to make sure she changed from now on.
Well two could play at that distracting game. If he wanted to play dirty, well she could too. Twisting around, she quickly straddled his lap, her knees resting on either side of him on the couch cushions as her skirt rode up on her smooth thighs. Her head tilted a little to the side as she absently plucked at the few remaining buttons of his shirt. "No, not too cutesy. I mean, you'd be working with my people, so it'd kinda be like working against Amanda. Which could be a lot of fun."
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 2, 2016 22:12:31 GMT -5
"Hey, no fair," Jagger protested with a laugh, trying to fight off her hands with his one free one, which was a lot harder than he thought it would be. After a moment though, he gave up figuring if she managed to unbutton his shirt it would ultimately be more distracting to her than to himself. Instead he laid his hand on her exposed leg, rubbing at it idly with his thumb.
"how would I be working against the host?" He asked her with a laugh. He really wasn't sure about Marti's request. He loved his sister, but being a guest judge would mean they would inevitably make a big deal about the siblings being on the shoe together and he knew how hard Amanda had worked to get to a place where she was Amanda St. Croix in her own right, not just Jagger's sister and he didn't want to take away from that. He moved his hand from her leg and slide it under her hair to rub Idly at her neck, tilting his head and giving her his famous smirk. "Tell me the truth," he said with a chuckle. "Did Faith put you up to this?"
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 2, 2016 22:23:43 GMT -5
"Since when were we playing fair? Cold beer?" Her eyebrows lifted a bit though her gaze darted down to his bare chest and okay, so this had been a bad idea because damn. She quickly shook her head and then his hand was being distracting. Oh he was good. Her eyes narrowed a little as she glanced down at his hand. Sometimes he was too good.
"Okay, so I was just making shit up right there. It sounded good at first." She shrugged but flashed him a smile all the same. Okay, she wasn't going to be distracted. But he was making it hard to remember that. Her eyes widened innocently and she shook her head a bit. "No, of course not. I just thought it would be fun to work together again." But she could see why he'd ask if Faith had anything to do with it. She normally would be the first to suggest something like that... But this had all been Marti's idea.
"You'd only have to do it once," she offered as she slid her free hand under his shirt, half pushing it from his shoulder.
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 2, 2016 22:30:22 GMT -5
"Mmhm," Jagger muttered, smirking at her again. "I think you are trying to distract me with your feminine ways, hoping I will say yes just to shut you up and let you have your way with me, miss Stanton." He gave her neck another squeeze and moved his hand, scratching lightly against his bared abs. "You already have me half undressed, for heaven's sake!"
he he leaned over to the side, his abs flexing with his movement and set his beer down. Lifting his hands above his head, he stretched under her, smirking away because even he knew he looked hot. "I will think about it. Is that good enough for now?" He asked her. "I would want to check with Amanda first. This is her deal and I don't want to step on her toes over it."
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 3, 2016 5:06:10 GMT -5
"Maybe just a little bit," Marti admitted, though she was sure he knew she wasn't really trying. If she'd really been trying there would have been a lot less clothing on both of them. She was more playing. "I hadn't really thought about having my way with you but...." Her nose scrunched up a little as she pretended to think about that. "Now that you mention it, it does sound like a good idea."
She watched him and her eyes narrowed a little again. Damn, he knew what he was doing and that smirk just let her know that he knew he looked freakin hot. She was tempted to punch his arm but that would have totally ruined everything they'd been playing at. "That works for me. I don't want it to be weird, you know? I mean, I'd love for you to come in and help but I don't want things to get awkward between you and Amanda." She leaned in and pressed a quick kiss against his cheek and then she was sliding right off of his lap. "That's all I wanted was for you to at least consider the idea."
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 8:47:41 GMT -5
"Well, I'll definitely consider it," he told her, groaning slightly as she slid off his lap. Sliding off a man like that was never a good idea, simply because he was a guy and she was rubbing against a very important part of him. "Hey now, be careful," he growled, reaching down to adjust himself. "You are playing with Fire, Marti."
he he adjusted himself and sat up, reaching over to grab his beer and took another drink. "When do you need to know by?" He asked her. The more he thought of it, the more he thought it would be fun. "You know if I do this, it's going to make the magazines go crazy right? I mean, if they think we are together now..."
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 3, 2016 22:57:30 GMT -5
"I don't know what you're talking about," she grinned impishly at him. Okay she did. She was being mean by teasing him but well they had plenty of time. She picked up her discarded beer and took a few drinks from it.
"Well, I guess in the next week?" She shrugged and then finished off the rest of the beer and set the bottle off to the side. She held her hand out to him and her eyebrows lifted. "It won't matter what we do. They're still gonna talk. At least with this? It's fun and maybe we can mess with the media a little."
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 23:50:58 GMT -5
"Admit it. You love the press," he teased her, sending her another smirk. He shrugged his shoulders to remove the unbuttoned shirt he was wearing and tossed it on the back of the couch, glancing over at her with a chuckle. "You want everyone to to ow you're fucking me, don't you?" he licked huskies slowly and seductively just to mess with her.
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Post by Marti Stanton on Sept 4, 2016 3:59:53 GMT -5
"Maybe... Sometimes but not always." Marti admitted with a slight shrug of her shoulders. Sometimes she enjoyed the press but a lot of the time they were just fucking annoying. She couldn't even go to Starbucks without a horde of them reporting her type of drink. And she didn't even want to think about the crap they wrote about her and Jagger.
"Naw, that can be our secret. I mean do we really want them camping outside this place and peeking in my windows?" She grabbed his hand and tugged him towards her. "We'd be missing out on a lot of fun."
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