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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 15:50:30 GMT -5
Amanda exited Her dressing room backstage of Mic Drop, glancing over some texts on her phone. hTonight had been the first live elimination episode which had been both nerve wrecking and exhilarating for Amanda. She was super confident in her ability to do her job, and on the radio she had no problems whatsoever, but being the live host, on national television, still made her nervous, even after having the previous season under her belt. So many things could go wrong, but rarely ever did. It was quite the rush when the countdown for going live began.
One perk though, was she was done up the 10s. 11 even. Her black hair hung down her back in perfectly messed waves, her eyes smokey and her lips lush and red. She wore a silvery grey dress with cut out panels on the sides, fitted to her curves that ended just above her knees and a pair of black studded platform stilettos, shoes she would normally never wear for the sheer fact they were so not practical (and that she would break her neck if they were worn for any given amount of time!).
The show had gone well, with no obvious hiccups she was aware of. Once the lights turned on and they were told they were live, Amanda had been on. She tingled from her head to her toes, the exhilaration had been so great, and she was suddenly really looking forward to Faith Sanchez-Lefabre's epic afterparty. A drink of celebration amongst her coworkers and friends would be just what the doctor ordered to distract her from the strange encounter she had earlier on her roof. The whole thing kept popping into her head at the most inopertune times, even when she was standing on the stage, but she has managed to quell it for the most part. It had taken everything she had not to ask Marti about her nephew, to find out his name or, anything about him really, but she had succeeded. At this moment, she had no plans to arrive on her roof again tonight to meet up with her stranger, but truth be told, that had changed about 10 times since she had left her place.
the car pulled up to the party and Amanda stepped out, knowing she was probably one of the last to arrive. She had gotten stuck on the phone with her mother in Canada, raving about how well she has done and all of those other motherly things they did when proud of their offspring, so when she walked into the place, she was quick to take a glass of champagne being passed around by gorgeous you g waiters and waitresses. "Thanks," she said with a smile as she took her glass and began to walk through the party, looking around at all of the other guests.
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 19:59:19 GMT -5
Wes, too, was wandering aimlessly through the crowd with a flute of champagne in his hand. He felt like James Bond dressed up in one of Dean's high-end suits as he pretended to mingle with a veritable who's-who of the film and music industry. It was complete lie, of course. In truth, Wes wasn't even all that certain he was supposed to be out and about on his own. In his own defense, he'd tried to get out of being his sister Jennifer's plus one. Unfortunately, with Dean out of town on a shoot, the old "I'm busy having wild, raunchy, naked man-sex with my husband" excuse had gone over like a lead balloon and Wes ended up committing himself to attending a swanky rich-people party with his sister who, as luck would have it, had been hired as the dessert caterer.
Of course, being the dessert caterer meant that Jenn was working. That meant she was spending more time making sure there were plenty of cupcakes, or whatever the hell they served at these things, always stocked and on perfect display. That, of course, gave Wes the means and motivation to entertain himself.
It had been slow going. As impressive as the party was, and despite all the celebrities packed into it, it just wasn't Wes' thing. Damn, he'd gotten old.
So, it was with delight that Wes rushed over to Amanda St. Croix--a young woman he'd come to know by virtue of them both having the awesomest most-perfect niece ever--to say hello.
"Weeeeell, look who it is," he said as he swept up beside Amanda and dramatically put his arm around her shoulder, downing the remains of his champagne as he did and setting the empty flute on the tray of a passing waiter. "Save me," he said in a hushed whisper, "Some barely-legal has been eyeing me like he just found his new daddy."
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 20:11:16 GMT -5
"Hey!" Amanda was thrilled when she saw Wes moving towards her. These parties were fun, but she was so far ways from being like the typical celebrity, and truly didn't believe she was one regardless, so she could only take these things for so long before she wanted to make a run for it. If this hadn't been for work, and if she wasn't trying desperately to avoid having to decide about going backs of on her roof later, she would have probably skipped things altogether and headed home.
she laughed at Wes's claim and her eyes darted around their general vicinity to see if she could spot Wes's daddy hunting stalker. "Have no fear, I will save you," she promised him, finishing off her flute and grabbed two more as a waiter passed by with a tray. She handed one to Wes and then looked around again. "Is he cute? Do you want me to pretend I'm your sugar mama to scare him off? She asked with another chuckle. "I'm a pretty good beard, when needed. Or so I've been told."
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 20:16:17 GMT -5
"Huh?" Wes said, seemingly startled by the suggestion. "Oh, no. Not necessary. Dean's out of town so Barley-Legal might be worth taking home for a casual roll in the sheets," he said, slipping his hand down to her waist. "I'd just rather not look like the old troll trying to pick up a guy half his age. But thank you!"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 20:21:20 GMT -5
"Yeah, I hear you on that one," she admitted, leaning into him in a casual, friendly sort of way. "I had a guy call me a cougar earlier today. Not only that but that he doesn't get seduced by them" she shook her head, kind of relieved to be sharing the incident from earlier. "I thought I was going to die right then and there...and then he said he did the seducing. He's, like, 21 at the very most. I felt like a pedophile, I swear to god."
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 20:27:41 GMT -5
"Oooo!" Wes looked Amanda up and down as if she'd suddenly become someone other than who she was. "Bitch, you been robbing cradles and not telling me? That is a blatant violation of the Fag Hag Charter!"
He glanced at his flute of champagne and, yet again, downed the contents in one swallow. "Okay, I get the feeling we're going to need something stiffer," he winked at her, "the bar is over thattaway somewhere." Wes waved his pointed finger in the general direction of where he'd last seen the bar.
"We hit that and then you, Mrs. Robinson, are gonna start spilling. I want details!"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 20:35:16 GMT -5
Amanda laughed and headed over in the general direction of the bar, finishing off her drink as they walked. "It's nothing like that," she started to explain. "I was up on the roof and looked over and this...I mean, he was gorgeous, like, yeah..." She shook her head, momentarily lost before she came back down to what she was trying to say. "Anyway, he was playing a violin and then we started talking...Christ, Wes, I don't even know his name."
They got to the bar and Amanda let Wes order for them, pretty much ready to drink whatever at this point. "I'm hardly Mrs. Robinson though," she chuckled. "Nothing happened...he was on the roof of the building next door."
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 20:39:48 GMT -5
Luckily, getting the bartender's attention was a skill that Wes had not lost as he aged. It took only a matter of moments before both he and Amanda were clutching their drinks and had turned their backs to the bar and began to slowly move through the crowd together, neither seemed all that interested in mingling any more than they had to.
"Dayum! He's gotta be gorgeous to make that kind of impression from a building away," he said, lifting his drip and taking a sip. "I mean, hell, if you still this flustered about it hours afterwards."
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 20:48:47 GMT -5
"You have no idea." She sighed and took a sip from her drink, wincing slightly at the strong alcohol. She was more than content to stick with Wes for the night, happy to be hanging out with him one on one. Usually any time they were around each other, it was family events with Kayley running around underfoot and she found him pretty easy to talk to. She had made friends during her time in LA, but none who were close enough for her to share moments in her life.
"it was strange though. He knew exactly who I was, but any time I tried to find anything out about him, I got nothing. He just...stared at me and those eyes..." She shook her head and chuckled to herself. "I sound like I'm still in high school...which would at least make me closer to his age. Literally all I got out of him was that he does the seducing of Cougars."
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 20:56:44 GMT -5
Wes chuckled. "Sounds like he's doing a pretty damn good job of it so far," he said, guiding Amanda through the crowd of congratulating celebrants until he found a space where that was far enough away to allow them a semblance of privacy without looking like they were avoiding the festivities entirely.
"You do know, sweetie, that you're on TV now and they haven't exactly been stingy in the advertising of this show, right? So, your face has kinda been all over the place. Plus, you've been on the radio for how long now? The stations do still put up signs with your face on 'em around town, you know. Not to mention the internet. So, are you really surprised he knew who you were?"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 21:06:24 GMT -5
"Well, no, it's not reslly surprising, when I think about it. I just rarely think about that, I guess. I mean, Jagger has always been the one people,know and I was always just his sister, you know?" She shrugged, taking a seat and crossing her legs. "Besides, with the show, I always figured Marti,would be the focus of everything and I'd just sort of be there...kind of stupid when I think about it."
She took another sip and ran her finger around the rim mindlessly. "I'm not really used to people knowing who I am on my own accord and I think I was already feeling so out of sorts, it just threw me when he used my name...and even moreso when he wouldn't tell me his." She paused for a moment and then leaned in closer to him. "He told me he was going to be on the roof again tonight at 2:30..."
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 21:09:56 GMT -5
Wes' eyebrows arched then his brow furrowed. "Ok, I'm not sure if that's creepy or just hot," he said, taking a seat facing Amanda. He seemed to ponder this little situation for a moment, tossing around in his mind everything she was telling him and trying to think of what he should tell her. If it were him, it'd be easy, screw the boy's brains out and have a story to share with Dean. But this wasn't him. This was someone else. And the risky situations Wes was willing to put himself into were completely different from those he'd encourage anyone else to get into.
"Are you gonna go?"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 21:18:18 GMT -5
"That's the thing. I really don't know," she admitted to him. "It's not reslly something I would normally do...and I don't even know what he meant by telling me he'd be up there either. Maybe he is just going up there to play his violin again and knew I enjoyed listening?" She looked at him, almost for confirmation that could be true.
"there is something really unsettling about him. Not in a bad way necessarily, but compelling. I couldn't get him out of my head and believe me, I've been trying. I usually hate game playing like that, but I just felt like I was kept on my toes and it was...I don't know, it was kind of fun." She frowned for a moment. "That being said, I don't exactly want to end up on a milk carton either. You know?" She looked back at him, her eyes wide. "I just wish you could see him. You'd totally understand where I'm coming from," she laughed. "He had a man bun and still, he was gorgeous,"
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 21:27:29 GMT -5
Wes sat quietly listening as Amanda vented, he eyes locked on her intently as she went through all the feelings going on inside of her at the moment. Okay, so maybe they weren't locked on her. After all, there was the guy over her shoulder standing next to Faith Sanchez-Lefabre who seemed to be literally eye-fucking Wes from across the room. He was still listening to her though. Even over the loudness of the lump in his throat that he just swallowed. Yeah, this couldn't be happening. No way in hell. Nope. Nonononononono! Wasn't happening! That guy, that kid really, was off-limits. He was 100% no touchy and yet, there he was, staring over at Wes like touching was just the beginning of what he was going to do to him.
"Oh, no, I totally get where you're coming from. Unsettling but in a hot way? Yup, I got you. With the way Faith Sanchez-Lefabre's step-son is practically eye-fucking me right now, yup, I totally get it," he said, then used his head to gesture over Amanda's shoulder in the direction of the tall specimen with shoulder-length curly blond hair and dressed in a black suit with no tie drinking what looked like bourbon while he stood next to his step-mother.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 21:38:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, definitely in a hot way," Amanda agreed, nodding her head as he spoke. When he spoke about someone doing that very thing to him, she turned to look. In a way, she was happy to have the distraction of moving the conversation to Wes and the eye fucking some guy was doing to him, but in another way, she still felt as confused as she did earlier, just a little more at ease now that she had spoke of it...and that someone knew what the hell she meant.
"where is he?" She asked, her eyes scanning over the crowd to find her boss, Faith Sanchez-Lefabre because when she found her, she knew she would see---wait.
"holy sweet Jesus sister mother Mary," she whispered, her hand reaching out and suddenly clutching Wes's arm, her nails digging in slightly to his skin. "THAT is Faith's stepson? Ohmigod Wes...that's him. He's a Lefabre? Holy fuck me..."
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