Meeting ID: 848 7157 5191

[dolly weathers]

But if she bites you, you'll die? She switches on the light in the cellar. Rich cedar hits her nose and she pulls a bottle from a shelf. Ah yes, on the Weather's Estate. We'll get married there.. in the grapes. So gorgeous under the grapes, she rolls her eyes and grins. The lights go off and she shuts the door. Most of the time. There's a security system and I know karate, she brings him back upstairs and tosses herself on the sofa. It's only a three bedroom.. for one person.

[theo lovett]

"No no, just get severe muscle cramps. She wouldn't anyway, I leave her alone." He wonders what her parents' would make of him... not a lot, he'd wager. Though an EMT would be good for her wholesome image, he was sure he was leagues away from the bloodline they'd want to mingle with their own. "Will Page Six be invited?" He's disappointed he doesn't get more of a view of her place. "Fair enough. Could have been a mansion, I guess."

[dolly weathers]

She nods, yeah, probably. Don't worry, I'll share the script. She stretches over to dig in the drawer of the side table and retrieves a bottle opening. It is weird though, isn't it? You're there and I'm here, and you've done so much more to deserve any of this shit, she props the laptop on a pillow and pops the cork off the wine bottle. I have no idea of your struggle and you have no idea of this bullshit. But I really like you, she takes a swig from the bottle, no bullshit, but you're the best I've met in a while. You're not faking, are you?

[theo lovett]

Theo considers her for a moment. He leans back on his desk chair, trying to put himself in her shoes, trying to imagine what it must be like to be burdened by that surname. He comes up short. "C'mon, it's all a lottery. Do you think I could be born this good looking and filthy rich? It wouldn't be fair on anyone else." The beer is getting to him, loosening him up and making him more eager to share. "Though, I'm not badly off. Not at the moment." Her next question catches him off guard, and he goes from flattered to hurt. "Does it seem like I might be?"

[dolly weathers]

She smiles when he justifies her situation, he really was too much. Looks and wealth, her wine stained lips smile at him, you're right, that'd be too much to ask. She moves the laptop onto the coffee table and rests her cheek against the arm of the chair, it doesn't. The sequins scratch against her skin and she squirms to get comfortable, do I make you want to call back? Or do you want to ghost me?

[theo lovett]

He smiles at her. His last girlfriend had got wind of his inheritance and he saw how much that changed the dynamic of their relationship, so he had no idea how intense it must be when every person you date can Google your net worth. No wonder rich people sought each other out. "Right? I mean, look at you. Disfigured, almost difficult to look at," he says, though he's been visibly checking her out this whole time. The questions she asks are the type that would usually make him squirm, but with her, it's easy. "No." It's all he can think to say. "Do you want to get changed into sweats? Remember it's my morning, I'm planning on holding you hostage for hours so you might as well get comfortable."

[dolly weathers]

If it weren't for that nose job, they'd have shut me away, she kids. At galas she was usually the odd one out. It used to bother her that she wasn't a six foot Amazonian goddess, but as she grew into womanhood she'd become more confident with how she looked. I really do, she adjusts her dress and sits up, do you want to watch?

[theo lovett]

"Who can blame them," he jokes, as if he hadn't spent hours pouring over photos of her online. It was hard to imagine that they were the same age, that she was going to galas when he was going to Alaskan dive bars with a dodgy fake ID. He groans. "God, I do, you know I do," he says, "but something tells me you won't comply. What if I was secretly recording?"

[dolly weathers]

I probably trust you more than I should, she grins, pulling herself up from the couch and picking up the laptop. But you took way too long to sign that NDA and I'm pretty sure that shit was more valuable, she carries the laptop to her bedroom and plops it on the bed. If you record it I'll send a hitman to your house to kidnap your spider, she'd probably drank too much wine because her clothing removal isn't the least bit graceful. She starts slowly removing the straps of her dress before feverishly pulling the rest of it off. Don't get excited, I'm not going full nude.

[theo lovett]

Theo picks up his laptop, heading over to his bed and sprawling across it propping her up on a pillow on his lap. He leans back, clapping his hands together as she agrees to bring him with her. "Not Sylvie," he says, clutching his heart. She starts to strip and his heart rate quickens, blood pumping loudly in his ears. "This is hotter than the guaranteed lay I coulda had," he says, grinning. He's not sure where to look, he wants to watch, but doesn't want to leer. "Hang on, I'm jealous." He gets up, shrugging off his jacket and starting to unbutton his shirt. "I'm gonna end up more dressed than I was to begin with, I hope you don't feel cheated," he says, fishing around a pile of laundry for his sweatpants.

[dolly weathers]

It's actually a pretty tame first date, she grins, giving her back to the camera as she takes off her bra. Slightly cheated, where's your vulnerability?! she looks over her shoulder to frown as he hunts in his laundry. She pulls a shirt over her head and tugs on a pair of sweat pants, bouncing as she pulls them over her rear. You were right. This is much better. Give me a spin now.

[theo lovett]

"That's true," he agrees, warmth running through his chest as she describes this as a first date. "I've been in my boxers this whole time, I've been plenty vulnerable!" He roots around, eventually digging out some grey sweats and a slightly crumpled white tee. He gives it a sniff, deciding it's clean enough before he pulls it on. "Your ass looks great in those," he says, before complying by giving her a spin. "I know, I know. Try to contain yourself."

[dolly weathers]

Are boxers the male equivalent of lingerie? That's sad! She crawls onto her best and pulls the laptop closer. She watches as he sorts through his laundry and her drunken mind gets lost as she takes in the tone of his arms. I'm sure you get this a lot, but you're really good looking. Really. Good. Looking. She grins when he spins, her hands clapping just as he did for her. Her heart races a little as she looks at him, her cheeks are warm with a smile. You never said if you were going to ghost me.

[theo lovett]

He shrugs, "you tell me. What gets you going?" He pulls the t-shirt over his toned body, glad he didn't slack at the gym over the holidays, if only for this moment. He grins at the camera. He did get it a lot, all the way through high school and now almost every day at work. But it sounded good coming from Dolly's lips. "You know at least once a week someone at work thinks I'm a strippergram," he says, settling onto the bed and looking at her properly again. "I haven't decided yet," he says, unable to take his eyes off her. "You're really good looking too."

[dolly weathers]

Just plain nudity? she answer with a question and raised her brow. She's not at surprised at the attention he recieved. He has the whole package. Good looking, nurturing, funny and a good job. Her family would eat him alive. They must be so disappointed when you save their lives instead of taking off your clothes. I definitely was. She scrunches up her face and acts offended, Haven't decided yet?? I take you to my wine cellar and then take my clothes off and you haven't decided? She nods when he compliments her, replying sarcastically, I too work out.