pay no mind .

[isaac mcavoy]

"I know it's not, I told you, I listen to it. Gotta know who I'm up against, right?" he says with a wink. Feeling uncomfortable in his swimming shorts and robe, he gets up and goes to find a white t-shirt and dark grey sweatpants, essentially his at home uniform. Pulling his shorts off and the pants on with the privacy of the robe, he lets that drop to the floor before pulling the t-shirt on, the cotton soft against his tanned skin. Now dressed, he flopped onto the bed beside her. "Do you ever listen to it back? Get your phone out, let's listen to the episode together. You can get my realtime reactions." Reaching across her for a Twizzler, he can feel the warmth of her skin as he brushes against it. "These are so fucking good," he says, collapsing back onto his back on the bed. He listens carefully as she explains the situation, having wondered about this subject before. What would he do if Kendra was out there talking about their sex life? He wondered if Joe had listened to Aisha's episode, and assumed he hadn't, because he hadn't given him any shit for sleeping with Athena. Maybe he didn't make the connection, or maybe he didn't give a fuck... nah, he clearly hadn't heard it. "You're a brave girl, putting yourself out there like that. I hope no one's giving you too hard a time for fucking me. Want me to reassure everyone I was single at the time? You don't want people to think you fucked Alessia Alves' boyfriend, or even Kendra Santisi's for that matter."

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind She watches him as he slips into a more comfortable outfit. Her light eyes link with his and she pouts teasingly, “no show?” Athena felt comfortable to be here with Isaac. In his room that wasn't his room, it felt easy and connected. It helped that they both had no where to be but here and no one to rush for, she felt dedicated to the moment. “I told you, I signed myself up. They took my phone,” she lies to get out of the question. “Not really though. I mean, yes. I used to. We used to edit it ourselves. But now we have someone to do that - Tyler. Thank god, I hate the sound of my voice.” She pulls off a clump of the ropes and passes them his way. “I'm not concerned,” she brushes hair behind her ear and lifts her shoulders. “Maybe I should be, but I think if you mention it people will just want more. If you don't bring it up, it'll just be unconfirmed gossip. I'm not worried, just let your girls know I was just a stop.” Athena lays back in the bed, presses her head into a pillow and bites into the twizzler. “Are you mad then? I would say this is a 4 star resort at best. Pillows are a little lumpy and there's not even locks on the doors. We should call a chopper to pick us up and fly us to a private island.”

[isaac mcavoy]

Isaac laughs at her pout, her full lip protruding playfully. "If you want the Fully Monty experience, you can get the Full Monty experience," he jokes, teasingly pulling up his t-shirt. Thank god he'd done those sit ups earlier. Anyone could have walked through the door and brightened his day by virtue of being a fresh face, but he's glad this particular fresh face decided to pay him a visit. Maybe because he really did listen to her show, or just because of the she carried herself, Isaac felt more familiar with her than he probably had a right to be. She made it easy. "That's a shame. Aisha badmouthed me, didn't she? She always does. I hope you defended my honour. Aw, I love the sound of your voice!" he says, meaning it. He puts on an exaggerated imitation of it, too high pitched and with an accent far more pronounced than the reality, "Isaac McAvoy has the biggest dick I've ever seen. Seriously, huge."  Laying back on the bed with a pile of Twizzlers on his chest and a beautiful woman beside him, he's pleased at the turn the day had taken. "Girls plural, you really do think I'm that guy, don't you? I've got one girl, though I'll have none if she doesn't sign me out this week." He turns on his side to face her, wondering if his pillows will smell of her perfume later. "I'm not as mad as I probably seem. When I'm bored it's easy to work myself up over it, but now that I'm not, it's fine. You'll just have to visit every day if you want me to be nice to Ken," he says, laughing at her suggestion. "A woman after my own heart! You know you're not even allowed to hook up here? It's explicitly against the rules. All these vulnerable models and I'm supposed to ask them to play Pictionary at most."

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind She raises her brows in mock-shock when he raises his shirt, her eyes ogling his defined stomach and the trail of fuzz that leads to his crotch. “No, she didn't put it together.” She was actually surprised that people didn't clue in sooner. Maybe people didn't make the relation and realize that her social circle extended as far as Cat's Cradle. “But I'll probably get a phone call about it soon. Her favourite cousin and her nemesis - she'll flip.” He misunderstands her and she grabs his arm to protest it. “Not girls! I just mean Alessia and Kendra. Make sure they know it was between them.” She turns to lay on her side, looks into his eyes and smiles. “I'm only in California till Tuesday, but I'll come back once more before I leave,” she promises, feeling a sense of intimacy and her body and eyes face him. “What? They can't do that. Did they make you sign something? I call bullshit.”

[isaac mcavoy]

From the second she said it, the desire to listen to that recording had started eating away at Isaac. She was the gift that just kept giving, entertaining him now and giving him something to look forward to later. "Does she have any other cousins? Can't imagine you being anyone's favorite," Isaac teased, though it was easy to see why Aisha would be impressed by Athena. There had been moments he even thought they looked alike, though he forced the thought out of his mind lest it tarnish the whole experience for him. Laughing as she grabs his arm, he squints at her, continuing his teasing tone. "Were you though? My dates are a little fuzzy."  With them both on their sides, it's easier to survey her face. She looked well, success giving her a polish that he couldn't put his finger on. Or maybe it had just been so long since he saw an unfamiliar face. Instinctively his eyes watched her mouth as she spoke, before flicking back to those deep blue eyes. "Swear on your life?" he asks, elated by the prospect. "Hopefully I'll be out not long after, then I'll come visit you in New York. Try not to get yourself incarcerated." They feel close, are close, and suddenly the music seems quieter. "I mean, I'm sure they couldn't stop me. But it's definitely frowned upon."

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind The podcast with Aisha hadn't been an issue until a couple of days ago. Before that, she hadn't thought about it in ages. The idea that someone would link her and Isaac wasn't an issue for her and she never thought it would be, it was probably the least dramatic thing that happened to him. But of course her brain overworked the situation and she was afraid combined with rehab, this would be too much. "Okay, no. She doesn't, but that's not the point. And don't forget, I'm your favourite too so that's something you have in common.” Her eyes narrow at him, “well, that'd be your problem and not mine.” The last time she had seen Isaac everything had been rushed. Unlocking the door, tearing each other's clothes off, feverishly getting it on and then sneaking out the door. It had all been quick. Now that they were still and slow, she studied him carefully. “I'll come,” she promises again, “and I'll hold you to that visit.” In the moment she feels like reaching out to touch his face and maybe lean over to kiss him. But she's too aware of everything to go through with it and instead rolls over into her back. “They wouldn't even know. And if they did, that's pretty perverted of them.” She busies herself with another twizler and turns to face him, “you're pretty loud though. You might disturb your sex deprived neighbors.”

[isaac mcavoy]

With Athena beside him and his comfiest clothes on, it became easier to forget where he was. Staring up at the plain white ceiling, with the views of palm trees and water out of the window, he could even begin to imagine he was in Kendra's apartment. He briefly wondered where she was now, and if she was thinking about him. "Oh, you're my second favorite McCarthy, for obvious reasons. But of that McCarthy clan? Yeah, god yeah. Number one." His smile turns to a grin as she says that'd be his problem, relieved that she wasn't going to be a drama queen about it. If it had been Alessia, or maybe even Kendra, she'd have been screaming at him to clarify, wanting to know the gory details. That's what he got for dating age inappropriate women, he supposed. "No overlap. I've learned my lesson," he says, though she doesn't seem to care.  It surprised him that Athena was interested in seeing him at all. After all, they weren't great friends - even if she talked about him on her podcast, she didn't owe him an explanation. Despite his fame, or rather infamy, Isaac had a bone deep belief that no one was really that interested in him, beyond Joe and his mom and maybe Chloe. Any attention he got he put down to fame, and he wasn't always wrong. But here Athena was. Wanting to touch her, just to hold her against himself, he goes to move when she turns onto her back. "Yeah, but they are perverts," he says, finally looking away from her to look around the room for any potential hidden camera spots. "Remember all the jerking off? They're used to sound of me getting off, I think it gets them off too. I'm an integral part of the community here, it's why they won't let me leave."

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind It was a good way to spend an afternoon. Laying on soft sheets in a deceivingly private room with a handsome boy she admired. The warm sunshine hits eyes and makes them look strikingly blue. Whatever the reason - whether is be because she felt she owed him or because he was on her mind - Athena was glad to be in this moment. “I know I'm supposed to be team me, but Cassius McCarthy is actually the best McCarthy,” she levels with him, thinking so fondly of her father. “Have you?” She's done with the licorice. Her hands push them away as if a small distance will rid temptation. Tired of being on her back, she fidgets to her prior position. Her arms fold over her chest and her legs stretch out to touch his. She can feel the warmth of his calf and it's both tempting as well as comforting. “This place is strange,” she confesses her feelings. “I feel like we're in a hotel room but it's full of spies and doctors. Are you sure it's not a dream?" she reaches out to pinch his forearm. “Is it? Now pinch me.”

[isaac mcavoy]

It didn't feel real, to have been so bored, so absolutely criminally bored, and then to have had her appear like a mirage in the desert. He can't help staring at her, basking in the splendour of her blonde brilliance, almost to the point that her comment doesn't bother him. Almost. "I feel like you're not counting Joe? Obviously he's not one of your lot, but I'm never gonna rate him above one of your ilk. Though I'm sure your dad is lovely," he adds, realising how harsh his judgment had been. Laying opposite her, he wondered how life was for her, how her dad and uncle and cousins reacted to her telling everyone who was even vaguely interested about their sex lives. Entwined with her, it's impossibly hard to resist, though he somehow manages. "You've got to stop," he says finally, struggling with the physical contact that's been foisted upon him. "You're on the money, it's exactly that. If I weren't convinced we were being watched," he says, pinching her arm, "I'd be pinching you somewhere far less innocent."

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind Athena's pillowy lips grin. She hadn't spent much time with her cousin's significant other, but from the amount she heard about him she felt like she knew him for years. Joe played guitar, had funny dogs and wanted nothing more than to be a father. “There's something creepy about him and that last name,” she admits, “he doesn't count.” She raises an eyebrow at him, confused for a moment about what she needs to stop. But she doesn't stop right away, her legs stretching out over his and trailing up his thigh before she pulls them back to her side of the bed. She smiles cheekily and shakes her head at him, she knows full well what she's done. “Why would you? You have that pretty girlfriend to take care of, you definitely wouldn't,” she raises her leg to give him a little kick.

[isaac mcavoy]

Thinking about Joe is bittersweet for his best friend, who wanted nothing more than to smoke a joint and talk everything out with him. His silence spoke volumes, and having been through something similar, Isaac completely understands that desire to pull away from everyone. He also knew how it was absolutely not a long term solution, that isolation would eventually become a problem in and of itself. "His last name is the least weird thing about it. I honestly don't get what he sees in her, they're such a mismatch."  Zac groans as she runs her smooth legs over his, craving skin on skin contact. "Stop!" he laughs, playfully pushing her away on the bed, "Actually, don't," he says with a grin, grabbing her leg as she kicks him, pulling it back over his and leaving his hand to rest on her thigh. Impossibly close now, entwined, the urge to kiss her is almost unbearable. "Shhh, I don't wanna talk about her. How about you, seeing anyone?"

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind “But sometimes it's the most unlikely pairs that end up making it,” she points out. Aisha was a difficult person to be around, even her own cousin could admit that. As much as she loved her cousin, she could see how many found her difficult and how Isaac couldn't stand her. She was exhausting but Athena adored her and would never say anything against her. The blonde feels as though she's won and the smirk on her face makes it clear she does. Athena was an instigator and this was an example of that trait. Her leg tightens around his, she shimmies closer so her face is inches from his and she teases him with her closeness. “Kendra who?” The weight of his hand feels warm on her bare thigh. They're overstepping but ignores the fact, “I'm seeing you right now."

[isaac mcavoy]

"You're so cute when you defend Satan," Isaac teases, knowing he was being out of line being so openly disdainful of her family member. He and Tom weren't close, but if anyone said a bad word about his little brother, he probably wouldn't handle it as gracefully as she was now. Then again, they were only cousins. Repeating this mantra to him helped him to stay in the moment, turning a blind eye to the trademark McCarthy features. It helped that Athena didn't behave like a stuck up rich girl, far from - instead, she talked about dicks on a podcast that was beloved by many. The smirk that pulls at her full lips drives him wild. This was a game and it was clear that she was an expert competitor, he didn't stand a chance. They're so close that he can smell her shampoo and it physically pains him, somewhere deep down he knows he should be resisting but it just seems impossible in this moment. He tucks her hair behind her ear, returning his hand to her thigh, though ever so slightly higher up. "We really shouldn't," he says weakly, though his eyes are fixed on hers.

[athena mccarthy]

We pay no mind Though she shared genes with Aisha, it was Piper's genetics that mellowed out the tall blonde. Her mother was talented but humble, she had privlage to ignore but always listened. Cassius was different. He was charming, brash and curious, qualities that Aisha also shared with her family. They could be good, but in instances such as this they could be very bad. Athena didn't expect to be caught in a bed at Privileges, but curiosity was bringing her closer to meeting Isaac's lips. At this distance she can examine all the little things that make Isaac's face unique. She can see all his little sun freckles on his nose, the gold splatters in his blue eyes and the small lines at the corners of his mouth. Athena is so endeared by him and when he brushes a piece of hair behind her ear, warm tingles prick her skin. “We shouldn't,” she repeats, her hand resting on his chest to feel his heart beat. “But you must be so bored.”

[isaac mcavoy]

Athena was less like a Greek goddess and more like the American dream. She looked like she could run for Miss America and be declared the winner in the first round, like someone from an advert for the Californian Tourist Board, though she was in fact from Chicago. She was the kind of girl he'd never have dreamed of dating, the kind of girl guys form bands hoping to one day land. But more than that, she was an engaging person intellectually as well as aesthetically, someone not only capable of holding a conversation but of making a whole career of it. Despite them having a minor fling a year before, she was someone he'd thought about every now and then since. He watches her as she studies his face, realising what a long time it'd been since he and Kendra had been intimate like this. Not that they hadn't been having sex, and sleeping in the same bed, but this sort of closeness... the little things you notice, the sudden awareness of your own breathing. He slips his hand up to the small of her back, hoisting her closer still, so that their bodies are pushed up against each other. "Oh, I'm so fucking bored," he whispers, grinning as he pulls her in for a kiss.