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The night had dragged on and sped by with frustrating inconsistency. every moment spent talking shop with his teammates seemed to drag on an eternity, any sliver of time caught with alessia's attention focused solely on him seemed to fly by in an instant. his brown eyes followed her keenly, sipping beer after beer and in the light of fireworks with her hazel eyes turned upwards he slid his hand into hers and watched the sky come alive with the memorial day long weekend's grand finale. his large warm fingers curled around hers and pulled her a little closer, a small smile on his lips. call it smug, call it proud. competition was bred into him, and while the gentleman in him knew that woman weren't something that could be won or lost like a football game, he was still slightly chuffed that out of all his teammates it was him standing here and now.   Fastforward an hour or two, a drink or seven, they'd moved from beer to liquor and a heavy buzz had settled on his shoulders. he didn't know where they were, he couldn't keep up with her constant bar hopping, he didn't know the city like she did. her fingers linked through his this time, cool to touch, but strong and certain leading him away from the crowd. entranced by the leggy beauty he throws caution to the wind, he catches her before she can get too far away from him, pressing a chaste kiss on her lips and wrapping his arms around her. "hey, where are you off too?" he murmurs as she tries to escape his arms, luring him on and he lets her out of his embrace and follows her blindly. she crashes through a door and pulls him close to her this time, her lips hungrily on his and he slips his arms easily around her waist. "hey there miss.." you wouldn't call it much of a protest. "you really weren't kidding about the stall, were ya?" his accent drawls heavily with the spirits on his breath and with hands on her hips he pushes her away gently, keeping her amorous attention at arm's length. "steady up there, miss"

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If maintenance mode felt someway to a human being, this was it. The drinks had long been poured, since Friday’s sundown, to be exact. And here they were, well into the early hours of Monday morning, and they still had yet to stop. Not a sober second passed in between, just the same consistency. The little here and there to maintain a very welcomed buzz. In ways, it reminded her of the alcoholic tendencies she was sure her father had growing up. Thoughts of that nature were pushed a side, and the justification of it being Memorial Day Weekend filled her mind instead. From the balcony at The Standard Hotel’s Le Bain, fireworks from Hoboken lit up their own skyline. It failed in comparison to Manhattan’s, but the show couldn’t be beat. In the meantime, the rowdy Jets hadn’t stopped. Only less similar to her, they didn’t appear to be in any maintenance mode. They were downright hammered, brawling and shit talking anytime they got the chance. Deliberate provoking laughter subtly escaped the brunette, contradicting the complaints she’d made to the boy now planted at her side. Though that wasn’t to say Allistair’s presence didn’t make it all the better, because boy, did it ever. One bronzed leg crossed over the other, and the tip of her pointy Manolo played at the hem of his jeans. They may have only gone on one date, but he was already proving to be different. A gentleman, ha, she’d never worked with that before. But she wholeheartedly accepted the self-inflicted challenge. Ignoring the rest of their company she rose to her feet, pulling him up along with her. Her figure forming into his as he pulled her closer, and she could taste the whiskey that she hated on his lips. Right about now, it tasted better on him. A sly wink in Vick’s direction and she was pulling him away from the crowd and in her own direction. Ignoring his questions too as she maneuvered them through the crowd. It’s moments before they’re in the uncharacteristically empty bathroom, and she locks the deadbolt behind them. Not even a little bit, she mumbles against his lips before taking it to his jaw, and down his neck. Fingertips absentmindedly play at the buttons of his shirt, and he’s talking some gibberish again, pulling ever so slightly away. Whatever that even means. She’s quick to close that gap between them all over again, and carry on, plump lips meeting the skin each opened button exposes, gearing lower and lower.

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Saying no to alessia was like saying no to water in the desert. damn near impossible. they had only had one date and she'd already got him into bed. allistair was no prude, but he like to consider himself a gentleman and gentleman didn't expect a girl to put out on the first date. to be honest, she had caught him off guard - her sharp wit, their tantalising banter, he was enchanted by her and she'd taken full advantage of the fact. a guilty conscience had sent flowers the next day, hoping to keep his good name and to keep from getting a reputation as the NFL's latest sleaze. tonight was no different though, he felt like a sorority girl after too many wine coolers, alessia was like no other girl he'd ever met, more a force of nature then a girl. the roles had reversed and she was dragging him into a bathroom stall at an overcrowded club. Her lips were possessive, claiming every inch of skin she exposed with nimble fingers, the buttons of his shirt coming away and while his hands slid over her curves eagerly, his alcohol sodden brain already revved for the main event, the southern gentleman in him reasserted itself, with one button too many, he took her hands in his, stopping her in her tracks and pushed her away, gently back up against the tiled wall of the toilet stall. it was an uncouth place for an act like this, sure sex had a way of getting away with people but allistair was of the firm belief people, especially woman, deserved a lot more respect then they seemed to think they deserve. alessia may have been impatient and willing to have sex in a bathroom stall, but old fashioned as it sounded, sex belonged in a bed, or at least behind the closed doors and in the privacy of your own house. "steady up darlin'" he spoke softly, pressing a kiss to her lips, a very chaste one compared to what alessia wanted. "c'mon now, we're not gonna do this here." he looked around, fingers linking in hers to tame her hands that were trying to get back to their work. "maybe that's how ya'll do it in the city, but i ain't buyin' into it."

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He couldn’t actually think there was a better spot than this within two minutes reach. Sure, it lacked privacy, and probably wasn’t the most hygienic. But as her mom had always told her, beggars couldn’t be choosers - and if the marble box wasn’t enough for him, she didn’t know what was. As far as she was concerned, the fifteen minute cab ride home too far away for her moments urge. Confusion and confusion alone filled her inebriated mind. Especially with the back and forth. His hands roaming her hips led her to think one thing, while his later actions proved another. This wasn’t usually the response she got. Scratch that. This wasn’t a response she’d ever in her life had before. They were always easy to divide and conquer. And up until now, she was a firm believer that even such a “gentleman” could only go along with the act for so long. As he pulled away for the second time, it was becoming more and more evident that the act may not just be all talk. Except it made little to no sense. A more than willing Alessia, and a willing enough Allisair, yet here he was, attempting to get himself together. The cool tiles of the wall met her bare back, as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. How could this be humanly possible? Less eager hands escaped him, and she folded her arms across her chest. He had to be gay, she thought. An a-ha moment of sorts. Had to, it was suddenly the only thing that made any sense to her. He could have fooled her, and obviously the rest of America. But the current trend in major league sports of them slowly but surely coming out of the closet suggested he could have been faking the heterosexuality all along. At the realization, she wiped at the edges of her lips. Suddenly feeling as if she’d done something wrong. Wait, I’m sorry. You’re not… the word suddenly felt tainted. Her eyes widening, as if he could possibly just read her mind instead. But his silence proved he couldn’t. Gay, finally she spits it out. Like I haven’t taken advantage of you, have I?!

NOTES that time i fell asleep.. it didn't save. my last post was better. I SWEAR SORRY.

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Perhaps he was stuck in an old fashioned state of mind, especially in a city like new york. kentucky isn't exactly amish country, but he was raised to have respect for people. he didn't want to entertain the thought that a man out there might treat his sisters in this way, having sex with them in a bathroom stall like they were worth little more then a hot and heavy encounter. he was always the guy to do the right thing, and even after a few glasses or so of whiskey it was still no exception. she was tempting, oh so fucking tempting, but with his heart pounding in his chest he politely declined her. he must have been mad, under any other circumstances he would be pleased at her advances, to claim her attention over the other mean at the bar that had been vying for it all night, but not tonight, not here.     It was hard not to laugh at her question, especially through all the alcohol and the sex tension hanging in the air. But first for a moment, confusion reigned. Alessia stared at him, eyes wide as saucers, surprise mixed with realisation on her face while Allistair stared back in confusion, brow creased into a frown before bursting out laughing. "you think just because I don't want to have sex with you in a stall of a nightclub, that I'm gay?!" he couldn't help but laugh. these girls sure had a skewed version of the world sometimes. he definitely wasn't gay, because obviously he was still itching to get his hands on her. it was hard not to in such small confines. there was a chance he was probably the only guy is the history of the world to have said no to her. "i'm not gay, alessia" he chuckled "definitely not gay, and i think you've already been privy to how obvious that is..." he mused, thinking back to their first date, and to everything that transpired after a few too many drinks and her sly tongue getting her back to his townhouse. "i'm just not going to have sex with you here." he took her chin in his fingertips and leant forward to kiss her gently. "let me take you home.."

NOTES hangover brainnn

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The laughter wasn’t really a viable response to her extremely serious question. Brown eyes watched as the laughs failed to cease seeping from his lips, the amusement was very clearly written all over his face. Maybe she’d never been told no before, but maybe he’d never had this problem before. There’s a first time for everything, she thought. But still, she didn’t understand. It was extremely obvious that he didn’t take her question the least bit seriously. When for a moment there, she was practically positive of her conclusion. You say it like we’re in the back room at McDonald’s, this bathroom is actually nicer than mine, and mine’s really nice! An unnecessary retort on her end, followed by a defeated sigh. As dumb as the question at hand should have made her feel, it did the situation no justification in her eyes. I mean yea, kind of, she shrugged, a stray hand running through her hair, tousling at the roots. Like, if you’re not gay it’s nice of you I guess, but still a little bit questionable. But then came his proclamation, reassurance of the questions of his sexuality at hand, and the subtle reminder of their first date, a sigh of relief escapes her this time. After all, the goal here wasn’t to add a new gay bestie to the roster. I guess you’re just not as easy as I’d like you to be yet! She laughs, though she’s more serious than she is joking. Fine, she mumbles against his lips, pulling away to button those unbuttoned ones right back up. What a waste. Around the same time, she could hear the heavy pounding and inaudible screaming on the opposite end of the door. With little regard to whoever it was needing the restroom, she took her time getting herself back together. Finger tips straightened the thin straps to her dress before pulling it down in to place, though it was still inches too short. And a fresh coat of nude lip gloss applied precisely in the mirror. It’s ok, we’re not going to get into any trouble, she assured the obviously new and nervous looking Jet, a sly smile on her face as she spoke to his reflection in the mirror behind her. We can go now, she turned on her heels to face him. But really, before we do, I am sorry, I won’t try to have sex with you ever again, twisting his words both purposely and playfully, turning to unlock the door to the screaming girls waiting.

NOTES jokessss

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He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the sulky brunette. he could tell his laughter wasn't exactly helping the situation, but at the same time he couldn't not laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. he'd barely been in the city for a month and he was firstly locked in a bathroom stall with a beautiful women actually insisting she had sex with him and he was in a position in which he had to say no. he understood her confusion, despite his better judgement he had googled her name on one occasion and it made sense that she was so perturbed by his response to her proposition tonight. she'd been link to athletes in nearly every code, her name was linked to affairs, claims of infidelity, rumoured sex tapes and pregnancies, public arguments, internet feuds. it seemed she literally didn't know the meaning of staying off the radar because she lived to be acknowledged by it. Al knew she was trouble, there was something about her that made her reckless, there was a need for attention he didn't quite understand, but he smugly hoped that tonight was a first for her and that while she may be leading him astray since his arrival in new york, that he was having an effect on her too. even if it only made her stop and think for a moment, he was a little smug that his gentleman like behaviour had caught her so off guard on more then one occasion. perhaps alessia just needed to know that there was someone out there with a healthy respect for women. That being said, she wasn't in the mood for his 'respect' tonight. she tried to reason with him, tried to persuade him but in the end she merely smirked as he reminded him of their first date, of their very unhomosexual encounter and she was back to her snide teasing. it was a shame though, because although he liked the banter between the two of them, he enjoyed the vulnerability that came from her when she wasn't always on the attack, not always trying to keep the upper hand. she straightened herself up, fixing up that dress that was barely a dress at all. it clung to every inch of her curves and left nothing to the imagination. it stopped inches shorter then any respectable dress should and it caught the attention of every man in the room. banging and shouting came from the door, someone obviously sick of them taking up the whole bathroom to hash out this disagreement and he caught alessia's eye in the mirror as she reapplied a thick layer of gloss. she insisted they weren't going to get into any trouble in bored tones, like she did this all the time, of which he had no doubt about now. finally deciding she was ready to face the club she turned to him ready to leave, dropping another line that was somewhere between scathing and playful. she reached for the door and allistair caught her before she could let them out. "hey there miss," he chuckled "don't be like that..."

NOTES hangover brainnn

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Perfectly manicured finger tips paused mid-unlock as she felt his decisive hand at her waist. Instinctively, she her figure turned back toward him, noting that he was still laughing. At the very least, if he didn’t want to fuck her, he found her humorous. Brown eyes rolled at his subtle request. Don’t be like that, a laugh of her own, this was nothing. Taking her thumb to the edge of his lips, she wiped away at her lip gloss that still lingered there, and shook her head. He had no idea. Hey Mister, she retorted, you might want to get used to it. Lips met his ever so briefly, defeating the whole leaving no trace of lip gloss purpose, before flipping her long locks over her shoulder and opening the door to the still angrily waiting group of girls on the other side of the door. They practically floored in, and she turned to make sure he was still behind her, her hand eventually finding his as if to make sure he didn’t get lost in the midst of the chaos. Through the crowded club, past the table with his teammates, down the elevator, and she was leaning against the windows in front of The Standard. The early morning chill got the best of her, and she ran her own hands up and down her arms, working for any warmth as she watched Allistair attempt to hail a cab. And now it was her turn to laugh, he had it all wrong, as he stood at the curb patiently, waving a stray hand in the air anytime it looked like a yellow car was coming their way. Ok you didn’t just move here yesterday, she screamed from behind, pushing herself away from the window and walking toward the street. Did no one teach you how to get a cab yet?! She barely waited a second for the answer, before she’d walked right past him and into the near middle of the street, pulling her best Carrie Bradshaw hail. See! It came as no surprise to her when the next cab came to a screeching halt, and asked where they were headed. To his place, he plays for the Jets now, do you like the Jets? she babbled to the driver as she let herself in, waiting for her company to scoot in beside her and give the man his directions.

NOTES worst post in america srryy

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If he thought he was getting to the woman, perhaps changing her way of thinking from her hardened new york ways back to her southern roots, he was wrong. it was strange that she was softer when she was wedged against a wall in a bathroom stall. she cast that icy gaze over him, throwing his attempts at peacemaking back at him in mocking tones. she wiped lipstick of his lips, before planting another on him, flipping that hair and throwing the bathroom door open. he was so far out of his depth. She took his hand and he wiped the sticky gloss of his lips himself as he trailed after her through the club. he hadn't expected this, he hadn't actually expected her to want to come home with him after this, he figured that he'd already blown her fun by saying no to her in that stall. but apparently she was only just warming up. he attempted to say goodbye to his teammates but they breezed past, and the team barely looked up from the woman at the table with them. they stepped out into brisk night air, alessia hanging back so he took it upon himself to hail a cab. he'd been lost in the subway a few times so he'd usually stuck strictly to the car service the team provided, hailing a cab was yet to be his forte. he cast a glance back to the scantily clad girl waiting in the wings, about to shed his jacket for her when a taxi breezed by and his feeble waves were ignored. but before he could think twice, the little spitfire had waltzed past him with her sly remarks to the middle of the street calling a cab to a screeching halt. 'See?' she remarked, but he was dumbfounded. she slid into the cab and he rushed to follow her. she was gossiping to the driver as he jumped into the back, "are you insane?!" he exclaimed, surprised and a little concerned that she would walk into traffic to prove a point. "you could have got yourself killed! you are insane, aren't you?" the last question was more of a confirmation. she had surprised him all night and not in a way he usually liked to be surprised. she was reckless and it made him uneasy. the impatient cab driver didn't care he just wanted an address. allistair hastily gave his address and turned a concerned sidelong glance at the bombshell next to him. he was so, so far out of his depth.

NOTES night shift brainnnn