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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 7, 2009 14:17:00 GMT -5
ok, so Rebeccah wasn't gay. She was nowhere near gay. But the gym had the best space for her to practice her dancing. So she flirted with the woman who let her in. Hey, she could be gay if she wanted to be! And right now, with this kind of space to work with, she definitely wanted to be.
Becky wouldn't usually lie about something like this....she wouldn't usually lie at all. But, come on! It was amazing! And to her, that was all that mattered.
She rested her foot on the bar and started stretching, when she saw a shadow on the floor and realized she wasn't alone. She turned to see who it was...
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 7, 2009 14:48:03 GMT -5
Working out had never been fun for Davey. Though, it probably went without saying. He didn't have the athletic frame of somebody who spent hours at the gym. There had been a period of time where he took up jogging, but it hadn't been for himself as much as for his partner at the time. Even he could sacrifice his typical mornings to spend time with somebody if he cared enough. But, he already had vowed not to give a damn that much again.
The only reason he even had a gym membership was for the occasional run on the treadmill and the people inside. The cool thing about a gay gym was it was perfect for a guy like him. He could get close and check out the girls because they weren't going to pay him a lot of attention and if they did, he was just another gay guy. They didn't think anything of it and he was never blunt about it. And then, from the other side, all the guys liked guys so he knew he wasn't going to be punched in the face if he flirted a little.
When he saw a familiar figure in the gym, however, he frowned. She didn't belong there. Annoyed, he rolled his eyes and decided to walk over. "What the hell are you doing here?" He demanded. Davey just happened to have issues with family being anywhere near somewhere he might frequent. Not that he frequented this place that often-- He just decided that everything was his.
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 7, 2009 14:54:43 GMT -5
Rebeccah rolled her eyes "well, you know, the receptionist was pretty hot, so I thought I'd check the place out, maybe she's not the only one" she said, lowering herself down and doing the splits "shouldn't you be off ruining some lad's life?" she asked snobbily
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 7, 2009 15:00:19 GMT -5
"Awee, did baby become a dyke?" He asked crudely, though kept his tone low just so that he didn't get himself kicked out of there. Words like that weren't going to win him any friends in a gay friendly establishment. He was sarcastic though, of course and when she mentioned ruining someone's life, he just chuckled. "Nah, that's my Tuesday schedule." He retorted irritatedly. "Can't you find your own gym?"
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 7, 2009 15:06:21 GMT -5
Becky rolled her eyes "of course not. Dykes are the manly type" she retorted before rolling her eyes "I only use the best of the best. You know that. Now excuse me" she said, turning on her stereo and starting to dance
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 7, 2009 15:11:00 GMT -5
Davey looked at her incredulously and laughed, "Right, just like fags are the girly guys." He replied, using her logic back at her sarcastically. He wasn't going to give up on getting her out that easily though, so he walked over and shut off her stereo on her. "Well, even this is a little too good for you." He said, but definitely good enough for him. He considered himself to be above her, but he always had.
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 7, 2009 15:14:25 GMT -5
Rebeccah scoffed and folded her arms "I'm the one who gets more money" she insisted. Well, more of daddy's credit cards, anyways. But that was because she hadn't gotten into the trouble that he had "nothing is too good for me" she said haughtily, turning her music back on
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 9, 2009 12:11:43 GMT -5
"How can you be so sure?" Davey retorted irritatedly. For him, getting into trouble had actually given him more money than he had been given before when he lived with his parents. It was payment to stay away, though. If he had money, then he had no reason to run home. He would stay away at school all year round and if they were lucky, he'd spend the summer away too. "You might get dad, but I've got mum, and she's got his wallet." And if his dad wasn't feeling up to paying him to disappear, his mother would happily give him anything that he asked for. She always babied him like that. And sometimes, he had a feeling that she blamed herself a little for how he turned out. But, he would never discredit that. If it got him more cash, then so be it. She could take the blame for his mistakes all that she wanted. "You're wrong. I'm too good for you and so is everything I've got."
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 9, 2009 12:58:49 GMT -5
"I'm a gold medal winner for ten years straight in Ren De Jamp. What have you acheived?" she asked with a snooty attitude. There was no way he was better than her!
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:26:07 GMT -5
"Not being so lame?" So, Davey didn't have any great achievements to gloat about. Well, aside from popularity, reputation and successfully destroying a man's life-- He thought that those ranged high on the scale. In fact, he thought it was more interesting than her gold medals. But, again, he thought that anything even somewhat conventional was boring and not worth his time. Annoyed that she hadn't left yet, he folded his arms and leaned back against the wall to watch her.
He had absolutely no intention of leaving until she did. Initially, he came to stay anyway. Although he could easily walk to another area of the gym, he remained there. Maybe he could annoy her into storming out of the place. He couldn't take her by force, so instead, he would just stand and hope she left.
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:31:28 GMT -5
Rebeccah rolled her eyes "you know, girls at the academy wouldn't even consider a low-life like you" she decided to inform her twin as she started her routine
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:37:09 GMT -5
"Good for them. I actually have standards. And academy chicks? Not my thing." Davey didn't even know if he had a type. He didn't date anybody and the girls that he pursued were strictly for sexual purposes. He would rather have a friend with benefits than a girlfriend or any partner for that matter. He had had one real relationship in his entire life and it left a worse taste in his mouth than the mockery of relationships that he had.
He didn't connect with anybody on a deeper level, because he refused to. It was for the greater good of everyone. It took all the fun out of seeing somebody when they turned into your one and only.
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:46:12 GMT -5
"Of course. You go for the girls with no standards" she said with a smirk. But in her opinion, the girls he went for had no life and no morals. Probably no brain either
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Post by Davey Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:51:39 GMT -5
Davey chuckled, but shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter to me what they want." He didn't care if they had low standards or not. He was arrogant enough for his own pride to sustain him and given the crowds that he partied with, he was fully aware that he wasn't low on the list. However, when it came down to his prospects, he didn't care about their standards or what they would rather have. All he cared about was getting what he wanted. His pleasure was the most important to him.
"It's about what I want." He explained simply. To him, it was just an obvious concept. He wasn't the type to put any effort into making somebody else happy. He was selfish and it worked when the other person he was with was just as selfish.
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Post by Rebeccah Ricci on May 13, 2009 12:57:24 GMT -5
Rebeccah rolled her eyes "why do I even waste my time dignifying you with commentary?" she asked, lifting her nose at him. She turned her music all the way up and closed her eyes, getting into her moment as she did a pirouette
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