Clothes Don't Make The Man (Victoria)

[griffin axel vaughn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #a3b59d solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] This is how you remind me tagged Mary/Victoria words 522 muse idek notes lol poor blaze credits template by irish! Being out all night long was not a particularly unusual thing for Griffin. He was a bit nocturnal that way, mostly just because most of the illegal activities which he participated in happened at night, but also because there were far fewer people out at night, which meant he would be less tempted to kill someone if he only went out at night. It wasn't the healthiest habit, really, but he wasn't the sort of person to be concerned about his health or overall well-being. The only thing abnormal about his going out was that he didn't actually participate in the fights that night. Normally he would have, it was essentially how he made what little money he had, but tonight was different. A few nights ago he'd been beaten pretty badly, and considering how he was still stiff and not as quick on his feet, he decided it would be a better idea to just go observe and see what he could learn about the guys who he would no doubt be up against someday in the future. Needless to say, when he finally made it home, it was already starting to get light out. His apartment wasn't exactly the most homely place. the Westside apartments were, needless to say, not exactly the greatest place to stay. For the most part, they were filled with people like him who made their living by less than honorable means. He practically stumbled through the door, tired and sore and in a less than favorable mood. He managed to notice the mild smell of alcohol in the air and the essentially unconscious form of someone on his couch, and just shook his head and continued to his room. He wasn't unaccustomed to finding his younger brother passed out on his couch after a long night of partying and getting wasted. Griffin didn't approve of Blaze's drinking, but he never said anything about it. He was probably worse than Blaze was, so he had no right to lecture Blaze about anything. Once he'd made it to his bed her quite literally fell into it, not bothering with changing out of his jeans and t-shirt before doing so. He was too exhausted to even really think about it. It took hardly a second before he was out like a light. He wouldn't be up and coherent until probably late afternoon if he had anything to say about it. He had no plans to do anything... he never did unless Victoria wanted to go out with him. He wasn't quite sure what was going on with them. He supposed she was his girlfriend, but he hardly knew what to do with a girlfriend, so he tended to just let her do whatever she wanted to do and he followed her lead, which hadn't been bad so far, occasionally a bi uncomfortable, but at least she hadn't asked him to meet her parents. He dreaded the very thought of it. He was surprised regularly that he could handle being with Victoria, considering her social status. Her parents were an entirely different ballpark, and that was saying a lot.

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[victoria alexandra benson]

Thank god for Winter Break. Victoria was taking a full load, not to mention constantly traveling for horse shows and medal finals. Also, playing jet setter as she flew around different countries before finally settling on a new Grand Prix horse. He was young and needed a lot of work, but he had huge potential and the trip to Holland had been really successful. It was a lot of things to do though, and she never seemed to be in Addison longer than just a few days to take a test at the college or bug Beth. She also found time to sleep with Griffin whenever she could, but she usually had to say hi and then ditch to catch a plane or to go to the barn. She was finally home for a while though, and that meant she finally got to relax for a few hours and see her boyfriend.

That word had never meant anything to Victoria before. She had a few boyfriends here and there but they only lasted a week and usually ended up in cheating or ditching. She had never really trusted any men other than her father and grandfather, but for some reason she trusted Griffin. They were from two totally different worlds and classes of people, but she was attracted to his rugged, mysterious demeanor. What did he find attractive in her? She had no idea! She was tall, flat chested, no real butt and generally personality-less, yet she couldn’t get enough of him when she was home and she felt that return. She didn’t know what love felt like, and she wasn’t sure she would ever understand what it felt like. But here, she was content with life actually. Of course, she felt she could improve, like moving Griffin out of this sketchy neighborhood and getting a new Grand Prix horse, but something’s come in time.

Victoria had taken the Red Eye back from Holidaying in the Hampton’s with her family. She was actually relieved to be away from her family for the morning, even though she would be right back over there for the annual New Years bash at the Benson house. She had not really brought that awesome fact up to Griffin yet, fearing she would get major protest as it is a FORMAL, black tie party. So instead, she was planning on bribing him and batting her eye lashes, because the poor soul was in for much more than he knew. She had a noon appointment at the tailor, so at ten they needed to hit a store that sold tux’s. Then they were going to the salon.. Hopefully. She was getting a manicure anyway, but she was hoping that she could convince him to get a brow wax and at least his neck cleaned up. Then it was time to get primed and pampered for him to meet her parents. Oh yea, she had not mentioned that fact either.

Her tan Sperry’s crunched on some broken glass. The sound made her shiver, because she was always sure she would get raped and pillaged in Griff’s neighborhood. She hated coming over to his house but often found herself here instead of the condo she shared with her roommate. She was going to get her own place soon, because she really hated having to deal with someone else in her personal space that she wasn’t overly fond of but for now she would come here. Victoria’s French manicured nails wrapped around the door knob as she pushed the door open, the smell of her vanilla perfume quickly mixing with the smell of man and booze. She puckered her nose, taking a deep breath and holding it in for a moment. Someone had partied way to hard last night! She released the breath as her eyes adjusted to the dark, seeing the outline of a man with shaggy hair on the couch. A smile came across her face as she waltzed over to him quietly, gently pouncing on him and wrapping her thin, jegging covered legs around him. She pressed her hands on his chest, moving them gently upwards and leaned down towards what she thought she made out as an ear. ”I missed you,” she mumbled into his ear, an oversized white button down covering her thin chest. The smell was a little hard to get by, but she was leaning close enough to him that the smell of alcohol mixed with her own perfume, making it sort of bearable to be around.

Her hands crept around his neck, her fingers tangling into his hair as she moved her face closer to his, not expecting anything different than usual.

[blaze carter vaughn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #777777 solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] i've been waking all my life tagged Vic/Mark muse mreh notes Poor little Blaze... going to be so disappointed when he realizes. credits template by irish! Lately, Blaze had pretty much been living with Griffin... or at least, had been passing out drunk on his brother's couch. The older he got, the less he ever went home, and with good reason too. Occasionally he would stay at a friend's for the night, but his friends were few and far between, so to prevent suspicion, most nights he just stayed with Griffin. He knew that his older brother didn't like how he drank and smoked and whatnot, since that was exactly what their parents did, but he couldn't really help it at this point. He was only 16, but he might as well already have been an alcoholic. His parents always had alcohol in the house, Blaze wasn't really sure how they even afforded it, but somehow, it was always there. He'd started sort of drinking when he was 14, partly out of curiosity, but mostly because he felt obligated to uphold the "tough guy" act that his brother put on. Since he was nowhere near the fighter that Griffin was, he figured being a heavy drinker would have to suffice. It had been a couple of days since he'd actually managed to make it back to Griffin's shabby apartment, but tonight he was just slightly less intoxicated than he'd been the past few days, so he managed to stumble his way to the door. Getting the key into the lock was a bit of a trick, since he was not seeing too clearly, but after a few minutes of fumbling with it, he'd gotten the door open and made his way to the couch which he immediately passed out on as soon as he got there. It really was no wonder why the Vaughns had such a terrible reputation. Between Griffin and his fights and many run-ins with the police and even a few brief stays in jail, their parents with their domestic disputes, and Blaze's partying, it wasn't hard for people to come to the conclusion that they were all bad people. Blaze had no idea how long he'd been out on Griffin's couch, and he didn't really even remember getting there, but he was stirred from his unconsciousness as a pair of slender legs straddled his body and delicate hands caressed his chest before hushed words were whispered in his ear. He didn't recognize the voice, but then again... he rarely remembered the women he was with, considering how drunk he usually was when he slept with them. He cracked one eye open slowly, than the other, struggling for a moment to adjust to the dark room and get his focus through the awful hangover. When he did manage to see her face sort of clearly, he still had no recollection of her, but he wasn't put off by that. "Don't take this the wrong way," he mumbled groggily, "but I really don't remember you." Whoever this girl was, he had no objections to her currently straddling him, and if he had slept with her, he had to applaud himself. She wasn't really the type he wound up with, and a little older than him by the looks of it, but hell, she was still incredibly hot, and he was definitely okay with that.

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