Name That Tune // Jessie

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

It was a horrible experience being on your own. Though at least when on your own, you provide your own entertainment. In Marvin's case, it was playing the guitar.

Not a single zombie killed today, or even attacked. In fact, Marvin had not seen one, as he had taken the option in remaining within the Safe Lands to 'chill out.' Most of his friends were tending to their own business, leaving him to spend the afternoon by himself. He had taken some time out to reorganize himself - feeling that he needed to - reorganizing his supplies and his humble abode in the housing area. It was better than hanging out with his parents. Not that he didn't like them, but he hated hanging around them all of the time. The boy took his family for granted, especially in an apocalypse. Many had lost their families, yet Marvin didn't really appreciate that they were still living and breathing.

At seven o clock, after grabbing a bite to eat, he picked up his beloved guitar and took a walk, carrying it on his back. He stumbled across the pub at first, though it were dead. It was too quiet to jump into and have a drink. Marvin loved the company of others, given they didn't grate on his nerves, and a pub with a dead atmosphere was just miserable. He was, however, drawn to the notion of booze, but the hipflask of whiskey in his back pocket would satisfy his alcoholic needs no matter where he would go. Eventually he cornered off into the leisure center, scouting around for any familiar faces, but there was no-one. The boy then slumped down his guitar, sitting himself on the floor in one of the main hallways, and started to play like a musician that busked on the city streets.

The hip flask was taken out, sitting beside him, and he took light sips of it every so often, in between playing songs and retuning his guitar. The whiskey was great. It burned a glow in his chest with each swig. Thankfully he was in a good mood, for nothing had bothered him today, and he let the light dose of alcohol lighten his spirit a little. Marvin tugged down the brim of his hat, concealing his eyes and letting his body slouch against the wall. His fingers still ran up and down the fret-board slowly, plucking at the strings to ring out the improvised tune in his head. He could not see, though he could still sense the flow of the tune he was playing. His strumming was soft, soft enough for him to hear light footfalls nearby. Marvin did not lift the brim of his hat. Instead, he kept playing, not having a care in the world who was watching or listening to him.

Words: 472 | Tag: Jessie (Night)
Notes: hope its okay

[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

Today had been a good day.
Or as good as one could be in this country. Jessie had gone out to scavenge with a larger group than normal although they had seen very few zombies, which she was glad for, she hated even seeing the undead creatures because they plainly scared her too much. She didn't really have the stomach for all the killing, blood, gutts and other gory things. She had found a few different things which included a gold pendant without a photo in the centre the guys said to keep it because it would have served no purpose other than being a necklace. The thin gold chain had a few knots in it and Jessie had challenged herself to be able to get them all out and clean it up just as a little hobby. Once she had gotten back she grabbed a small snack to eat while she was walking.

After bumping in to a few friends and getting caught in a conversation she managed to sneak away after she had no idea what they had been talking about, she headed for the leasure centre in hopes to find a quiet room where she could chill and have a little time to herself as she felt a headache coming on. When she got into the centre she soon heard the soft tune of music. At first she thought that it might have been Melissa listening to songs on her iPod but as she got closer to the sound she realised it was real music and was not coming from a radio or any sort of electronics. She quietly made her way toward the sound and stopped at the open door to the room, she didn't want to walk in on a private moment so coughed a little in hope that whoever was in the room knew she was coming. She then popped her head around the door, she couldn't really hide herself because of the bright ginger curls that bounced from her head. Ginger hair really wasn't good for trying to ninja yourself around. It was like wearing a shirt saying 'kick me' and expecting to be left alone.

Once she found her courage she took a few more steps in to the room with the man who's hat was so far down she couldn't really see him all that much, what she did take notice of was the guitar in his hands. She always loved music and always would, she didn't even care what music she always gave everything a try. She didn't want to say anything and interrupt him for fear of him finding her an irritation so she slowly moved herself around to sit on one side of the room, she slid down the wall and sat with her knees up to her chest as she listened to the music and enjoyed the calming atmosphere.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

Marvin liked to think that being a zombie slayer was his forte, but it was not. Music was his area of expertise above everything else. He had shown to have an aptitude for it since a child, especially after getting piano lessons and getting his first guitar at Christmas. The boy could entertain, no doubt about it,. He loved entertaining and even took that notion and talent with him to university in a music course. Unfortunately he never got to finish it. So when he was searching for the Safe Lands, grabbing his guitar was the first thing he locked his hands on before leaving his flat. The electric had to stay. Acoustic you can take anywhere. Hence, he was forever plopping himself down and randomly churning out tune after tune after tune. Some he had written himself, some were classics.

The young man was oblivious that there was another nearby. The sound of the vibrating guitar strings had blocked out any scuffling or the sound of footsteps. He did not care if he was being watched however. He was playing merely for his own benefit, but anyone else was happening to eavesdrop, so be it. As long as he was not heckled, Marvin didn't have a care in the world. Head began to bob gently, bobbing to and fro to the imaginary beat that drummed softly in his mind. He then pressed his lips together and emitted a low humming sound. It was barely audible, though it was still there just under the soft harmony of the guitar strings. Foot was even on the go, lifting up and down to the imaginary rhythm. You didn't need a drumbeat to know a rhythm was there. You could feel it.

After a short while he finished his tune off with a flourish, ending with one slow movement of his hand across all stings to emit the sound of a clean chord. "Hmm." he breathed a sound of amusement. Time for another sneaky drink. Balancing his guitar on his lap, he gently pulled the brim of his hat up, letting the light hit the back of his eyes. The shape of a sitting figure came into view. It took a moment for Marvin's eyes to adjust, but he managed to make out the figure's features. "Oh hello. I wasn't aware I had an audience," he remarked almost too nonchalantly, like he was being more sarcastic than casual. Hand reached for his hipflask, unscrewing the pewter top and taking a light sip of the strong, toxic fluid inside. After it slipped down his throat he smirked at the girl across from him. "How long have you been sitting here?" He asked.

Words: 448 | Tag: Jessie (Night)
Notes: Mentioning 'ginger' and 'ninja' in the same sentence made me laugh...haha Ginger Ninja.

[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

When the tune started to pick up more Jessie began go bob her head back and forward to the beat. Her dancing days had done her justice when it came to picking up a beat in a song. Even if it was not the whole song, just a man with his guitar spewing out notes with great ease. She quite admired him for being able to play so well. He must have had raw talent as well as worked at it for a few years. People had said the real artists had something in them from the start and Jessie knew what they had been talking about now. She had self-consciously began to drum her fingers on to her knee in time with the beat that he had set and just let herself relax to the sound of the music. After he had finished she gave him a small round of applause. She had totally forgotten about him not knowing she was in the room with him. Still it managed to announce her presence without actually speaking and managing to fall over her own words like a bumbling idiot.

She was supposed at the fact that he had not realised her presence already, although she guessed the music he had been playing had flooded out her footsteps and that he had not seen her because of how far down his hat was and the fact he was paying far more attention to his guitar than the company around him. In other surcomstances she would have been spotted right away by the bright ginger hair. That or she was spotted and just ignored. He finally lifted his hat so Jessie was able to get a look at his facial features and store it in her head. She was trying to get better at remembering things so started with memorising people's names and faces "S-sorry for intruding. I-I heard the music and decided to come have a look." she said softly with a warm smile in his direction "Pretty much the entire time..." she admitted with an embarrised flush
"I'm Jessie, by the way."

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

The applause was appreciated, greatly, and Marvin made his appreciation evident with a victorious grin. Of course it didn't bother him that he had an audience. He actually enjoyed one, as he thrived on performing for other people as well as himself. He would make a lame performing musician if he was bothered by others listening to him. "No need to apologise," Marvin said to the redhead cooly. "I like having people listen to me, so it's all cool." He briefly ran his fingers along the strings, making a soft squeaking sound. He sat in a moment of silence to look at the girl. She seemed a bit meek and shy. Marvin tended to make snappy judgments on first impressions alone, so already he was thinking he should remain calm otherwise he would frighten the girl...or make her cry. When he caught her name his smile broadened. "Marvin." he stated, pointing to his own chest. "...Sully..." He added in his surname much more softly. He rarely mentioned his surname, and it just escaped from him. "You can call me one or the other." He honestly didn't mind what he was called - Marvin, Marv, Sully....as long as nobody gave him a horrid nickname that would piss him off.

The swig of from his hipflask really went down a treat. He had to remind himself not to go too crazy with it. It was a rare whiskey he had managed to bag for himself whilst outside the Safe Lands. It was strong, but smooth and had a right punch. Marvin could drink booze like it were water. He picked up his flask by the neck and swung it back and forth in his hand, as if tempting the girl with it. "Want a drink? It will warm the cockles of your heart," he breathed a slight laugh. He was offering a drop of alcohol to a stranger. Furthermore, he was offering a drop of alcohol to a an innocent looking girl. "It's whiskey, though. Not sure if you like that." Marvin added. Whiskey was an acquired taste. Not many people liked it. This was no fruit punch one could drink by the bucket load.

Words: 362 | Tag: Jessie (Night)
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[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

Jessie smiled softly. From her point of view at the moment he seemed like a nice guy. He was polite and didn't mind the company of the shy ginger haired girl and had made a good first impression on her. This pretty much gained him her loyalty unless she saw otherwise; even then she would probably try looking around it because she was too soft hearted to see the bad in people. She gave him a soft smile "Y-You have a real talent." she said admiringly. Her smile continued to claim her small facial features when he introduced himself to her "Marvin." she repeated quietly, memorising the name by saying it out loud, she then nodded at him softly "Nice to m-meet you, Marvin" she had to inwardly smirk. She was getting quite good at being social now. She put a lot of it on the friends or... people she had become closer too here. It made her a lot more confident and she didn't stutter half as much.

She had watched him the first time that he had taken a drink... she knew for a fact from how he drank it that it was probably not water... or any soft drink for that matter, most likely some sort of alcoholic beverage. She wasn't really fazed by it. Nearly everybody in the place drank or smoked... or both. She still never saw the entertainment or pleasure in either so didn't include herself in the action, although was asked multiple times by multiple people. Although she had never quite been asked in that context, her cheeks flushed red embarrassingly by the words he used and she looked down quickly "N-No thank you. B-but thank you for asking! I d-don't drink..." she explained softly.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

Her compliment did not go amiss. His head nodded with gratitude. "Thank you. I guess being a music student has paid off." Marvin looked over to the girl, his eyes squinting with a little delight. "It's nice to meet you too." Awww. She was a friendly girl. She had made a good first impression on him. Marvin now assumed she wouldn't be the type to wind him up. She didn't appear 'loud' enough. Maybe this encounter would be painless and Marvin won't have to get the 'big insult gnus' out.

It was such a bummer she rejected his offer, but if she didn't drink, fair enough. He had to remember that everyone had their likes and dislikes, like himself. Marvin shrugged his shoulders, twisting the cap on the pewter flask to lock it shut, and sat it neatly beside him. The guitar was now flat on his lap, facing upward and no longer in it's usual playing position. Fingers brushed along the strings, making a soft sound. Marvin was not holding a chord with his other hand, and was balancing the guitar on his lap. "So you like me today then?" His eyes didn't lift, watching his hand fidget with the strings. "Just wandering about and chilling out?" He asked. He might as well begin a conversation with the red headed girl. She seemed too quiet to even initiate a conversation herself, so Marvin took the initiative for the both of them. Head tilted back, leaning it against the wall, his hat budging ever so slightly. "I mean in times like these you have to be as chilled as you can be," he mused a little. He then bit his bottom lip softly. "You're awful quiet." Marvin said. Another thing, not everyone was as extroverted as he was. Jessie appeared to be a whole different kind of person.

Words: 308 | Tag: Jessie (Night)
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[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

She smiled at Marvin... the two seemed slightly alike. Both being students, of different things but all the same in one way, she had to agree with him. He took the right path in life by taking his music to the next level and carrying on with it. Maybe if things had been different he might have become famous and ended up living in LA with more money than he could possibly spend. She wondered if the super stars living in England had flown their private jets out or had been caught up in the entire thing... and most likely died. People like that hardly knew how to cook for themselves let alone survive a zombie invasion. She was still baffled by how she had survived this long but she didn't think about it all too much in case she jinxed herself the next time she went out. From the look and sound of it he might have taken a liking to her, which was good due to the fact that if he didn't she really would just sit there like a wet fish and it would get extremely awkward extremely quickly.

Jessie had felt slightly guilty rejecting his offer, she didn't want him to think bad of her... she didn't want anybody to think bad of her so tried to make everybody she met happy or at least tolerate to herself and her company "S-sorry... Maybe I'll t-try it out some time." she had said that simply to try and make things look a little better than what she had done before. That and she would not let herself drop it until she had made-a-mend sort of speak. She tilted her head slightly confused when he asked if she was 'like him' it took her a few moments to figure out what he had meant by the statement but when he added on the next part to the sentence she realised it and quickly put a smile back on her face "Yeah... B-better to chill then b-be worried all the time." she explained with her soft voice as a hand ran through her big poofy hair. She also nodded as he went on to talk about chilling out and letting things pass you by. She knew what he was talking about, people needed as little stress as possible right now with everything going on, Jessie was trying to take that approach but things just got on her mind too much for it. She still tried to go bend that way.

When he mentioned her being quiet she flushed red in embarrassment and her head dipped slightly "S-Sorry." she mumbled quietly as she twiddled her fingers together "I'm not really t-the social sort." she admitted before realising she sounded like an idiot and adding to her sentence "I-I am trying to g-get better at conversations though." she let out a sigh and looked back up at him after her cheeks calmed down and lost their reddened colour and tried to put on a small smile.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

Marvin was not entirely disappointed that she had reject the drink. He was more or less let down that she didn't want to join in on the fun. Marvin didn't really care if he was drinking and she was not, however. He wouldn't even care if she had a problem with it. "It's alright. Don't worry about it," he nodded his head to assure her. He thought that if it weren't whiskey and something else, maybe she would have a swig. The male slouched his body down a bit, more of his short stature spilling out onto the floor, just barely supported by his upper back."Chilling out is great once you get the chance. That's why I play music...it helps me escape a bit," he confessed. Marvin had just let out one of his more intimate confessions, and he screwed up his expression, disliking the fact that he almost sounded sentimental. "And having a jam of course," he added in.

It was astounding to encounter someone completely opposite to him. She was not sociable, he was. She didn't drink, he did. He was outgoing and arrogant, she was quiet and timid. It was like they were polar opposites. Still, Marvin was not repelled by her. She appeared to be alright. When she stated she was not very social he gave a subtle nod of his head. "I can see that," he quipped, grinning at her. "Well at least you are trying," he said, once again playing about with the strings on his guitar. "At least you aren't hiding away somewhere with the door locked and the curtains drawn." What Marvin meant to say was, at least she was not a recluse. He imagined a lot of citizens had cooped themselves up somewhere, not even wanting to look out the window and see what had become of the world.

Looking at the girl once more, he noticed she was not blushing anymore. Marvin's lips curled with satisfaction as a thought tumbled into his head. Making Jessie blush could be a new game of his. It would be fun. In a way he would be exploiting the poor girl, but he didn't care. He was not going to harm her, just drop a few questions or comments. Though he was not going to dive right into it just now. "So, what do you do around here, Dollface?" Marvin's expression twisted into a slick smile. 'Dollface' was probably his new nickname for her. It suited her well. She had a cute visage, closely resembling a porcelain doll in his eyes. "Have you been assigned a job? Or do you just take initiative?"

Words: 439 | Tag: Jessie (Night)
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[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

Jessie smiled slightly, at least he was not too bothered about her declining his nice offer to give her a drink... the more she thought about it the more she realised that it would probably have been a bad idea anyway just for the fact that she had never had the taste for alcohol and if she tried whiskey right off the bat she would most likely choke or spit the liquid back out. She had been told that whiskey was rather strong and not really for beginners so she left the drinking to him. From the look of it he was used to drinking and that was going to be the way he stayed. When he began to shuffle around she realised that he was shorter than she had first realised. She really couldn't say anything about being short but the guitar that he had in his lap had made him look taller than he actually was. Still she would be dwarfed by him... she was dwarfed by anybody besides actual dwarfs and she doubted that there were any of them around the place anymore. Even if there where she doubted that they were in London, they probably got picked off by the zombies.

Jessie inwardly smiled to herself as a funny moment played through her head. She had pretty much done just what he just said when the outbreak started. She had locked herself in the closest safe place she could find and slept there before having the guts to open the curtain and look out, then flee the place and find other survivors "T-trust me... been there and done that." she said with a soft smile. She was trying to be a little sarcastic although she didn't really know how well it had worked out for her. Probably very poorly knowing her, she was glad to think that he was a lot more confident than she had been, it made her be able to get away with not saying all that much and just letting him rule the conversation, it was a lot better for her that was because she had always been more of the listener than the talker. When he came out with the nickname 'Doll face' her cheeks flared up once again and she went red in the face. She dropped her head so that she was now staring at her own lap so that her she could try and calm her cheeks down a little, the nickname had caught her off guard although she pretty much knew somebody would give her a silly little nickname some time "Nothin' r-really." she answered his first question quickly, still looking at the floor and her lap and she played with a totally interesting bit of fabric that was loose on her jeans. She didn't really understand the second question that he had asked so she just shrugged "I'm a scavenger." she answered, not sure if that was what he meant or not but she couldn't really give him no answer at all.

OOC: What was that about a blushing game?

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

On the contrary, Marvin hadn't 'been there and done that' himself. The moment the outbreak occurred Marvin and his flat mate took delight in investigating the area. Of course all of this couldn't have been done with the danger of getting bitten or making some stupid mistake. He took pleasure in killing the odd zombie, and it is no surprise he adopted the Offense role when entering the Safe Lands. "Well at least you came out of the woodwork," his shoulders shrugged nonchalantly. "Those that hide themselves away all the time would have more problems than the rest of us." That was an honest thought, and he believed it to be true.

The 'Dollface' name was probably his new nickname for her. Marvin often gave people nicknames, especially the more quiet ones. It was almost patronising the way he had called her that. He unscrewed the cap once again and took a sneaky swig. As he was tightening the cap back on again, he noticed the red flush in her cheeks. Marvin smiled victoriously. Success? He had got to her to blush almost too easily. "Awww Dollface has some colour to her cheeks," he remarked. He just had to highlight that for her, possibly making the poor girl feel more discomfort. The male could not slouch down anymore, and finally shifted the guitar from his lap, settling it on the floor and propping himself up a little. The hipflask was still at his side, sitting there and tempting him to take another swig. Not now.

His question was vague, but she gave him the answer he was looking for. Lips pursed with interest. The scavenger title suited her well. She was definitely quiet enough. He couldn't really place her anywhere else - definitely not on the offense or defense team, not unless she had some hidden talent. "I can see you doing that," Marvin vocalised his thoughts. "Can't see you being a zombie slayer or anythin'. Not unless you have some hidden talents." His hand reached up and adjusted his hat on his head, pulling it over to create a bigger slant. Eyes checked over the girl, blatantly at that. "Bet you do have some hidden talents," he said to Jessie with a rather sleazy smile etching across his expression. "Somewhere...." It was obnoxious how he was acting toward her, flirting and probably making her uncomfortable. Though Marvin was an obnoxious individual. She was too innocent not to have a little fun with. Of course he wouldn't hurt the girl, but he figured there was no harm in dropping a few dodgy lines. Especially when he thought he could get away with it without a slap. Marvin was always tempting a slap to the face from women.

Words: 457 | Tag: Jessie
Notes: hahaha he loves making her blush

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[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

Damn damn damn damn and other unmentionable words! He caught the red blush that now owned her cheeks and was quite enjoying it by pointing it out to her. If he said anything else about her she had no doubt that her face would end up the same colour as her hair. And yet she still didn't have enough backbone to tell him to stop it and leave it alone or even get up and walk away. Instead she bowed her head even lower so that her hair fell in the way between his eyes and her red cheeks. This must have just been his way of having fun by making her feel pretty uncomfortable... He was probably enjoying it because she reacted in a way that he liked therefore could get some humour out of it and would continue to do until he got bored of it. She had seen his type before and knew exactly what fuelled them onward. She couldn't help but notice how much he liked to drink... She had lost count of how many swigs of the drink in his side flask he had consumed and although she was no expert she guessed he would be having a headache in the morning if he continued although again she wouldn't say anything to him for fear of him taking it the wrong way and shouting at her. Which would most likely end with her in tears. As always nothing ever really changed.

She was unsure what he meant when he said he could see her doing that. Maybe it was her small size and her quiet personality that put her under the scavenger job. It was perfect for being one anyway not like she had any sort of strength or excelled knowledge of medicines to do any more of the important jobs around the place. Still she could help out in the only way she knew how and it brought a smile to her face knowing that. She had somewhat missed the first half of what he was saying due to the fact that she had been consumed by her own mind. However from the second half of what he said she was sure she knew what he was talking about... Yep. Her face was officially the same colour as her hair. Damn him and his perverted ways getting in to her head "I don't know what your talking about." she said rather innocently playing it dumb.

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

As her head bowed, Marvin leaned over to the side, head tilted to get a better peak at her with that same victorious smile gripping his features. She was giving him the reaction he was looking for, or the one he felt most comfortable with. Any retaliation and Marvin would retaliate in return and start a fight. Regardless he was relishing this. Perhaps the hip flask at his side was a such a bad influence on him, but Marvin never perceived it to be. Thankfully alcohol calmed him, and didn't turn him into a more obnoxious individual than he already was., if that were possible.

Wow. Her skin was really aglow now. Triumphantly and cheekily he laughed to himself, briefly pinching his nose. "Aww how cute," he managed to slip in, patronising her once again. Though his look of victory dissolved a little when Jessie didn't catch on what he was trying to hint. Marvin assumed she was just naive, not guessing that she was playing dumb. "Hmm," he shrugged his shoulders gently, taking her response rather seriously. Maybe messing with her was not as much fun as he hoped. Naive people didn't get his jokes, or sometimes Marvin's innuendoes were so disguised in ordinary banter that many people just missed them. Frankly he was disappointed. Hand reached out to his guitar and brushed along the strings, as if brushing lint off the steel strings. "Never mind, Dollface," his gaze drifted up to look at the ceiling above him, feeling a bit awkward himself now. Glancing around didn't distract him enough, and once more he took a sneaky drink of his whiskey. "You're too innocent." Marvin looked right at her.

Marvin then adjusted his position on the floor, back against the wall and legs propped up, ankles closer together than his knees. He slouched over a little and rested his arms upon his knees, one hand loosely holding onto the neck of his pewter hip flask. "So where's your boyfriend at?" Marvin asked. He didn't assume she had one off the bat - although she very well could have - but it was his subtle way of asking if she had one. One thing was for sure, Marvin didn't fancy fighting off another angry male if they found out he was harassing his girl. Even worse, however, he could have got caught up in the chaos out there and met an unfortunate fate. Marvin was too risky with his own tongue.

Words: 411 | Tag: Jessie
Notes: xD

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[JESSIE MAY PARKER]

Damn why was she blushing so much! Maybe it was the way his tongue skillfully worded each sentance to make it seem even worse than it was or maybe it was just that Jessie was never really used to this side of people. She had always been the sheltered little ginger who sat in the corner of the classroom out of the way. She wasn't the school girl blonde who oozed beauty and confidence, she never had been and most likely never would be. Maybe Marvin liked to pick of the quiet ones? Maybe that was his 'thing' as some people used to tell her about the guys who had types. Why did she have to be so innocent and reactive to his words? It just made it worse for her in the end. Then again it was how you looked at it. Some girls would die to have a good looking young man give them some attention... wait... yes... the thought just entered her head that he was indeed good looking. DAMN IT! Her face was a red as a clowns nose yet again, this was even past her hair.

The words nevermind had never sounded so good in all her life, was he giving up now? was she safe from his torchurous words? Or was he just pissing around with her like she could see him doing at the moment, she slowly lifted her head back up to watch him... he really needed to stop drinking that. Maybe that is what set him off so much. She leant her head against the wall away before he spoke up once more... yes... she was innocent, and thats why he should stop wording things they way he was, and bringing up conversations he knew she would be awkward with. Then again how could somebody be 'Too innocent'? Her face once again lit up like a christmas tree at the point of a boyfriend "W-w-what b-boyfriend?!" she asked with a squeek "I d-dont have a b-boyfriend!" she explained still rather flushed.

OOC: Evil... Evil... Marvin. XD

[MARVIN JAMES SULLY]

"Gonna break it loose,
Gonna keep it movin' wild."

No doubt Marvin saw benefit in picking on the quiet ones. They rarely fought back, hence making life easier for him. He could get away with more mischief that way. Furthermore he thought he was good looking. He thrived on the confidence that arose from having such a majestic appearance. Her response was adorable. Not just her words, but her bright scarlet complexion much brighter than the lights in Vegas. "Aww Jessie is blushing hard." He remarked with a tease hinting his voice, pointing out her embarrassment. It was fortunate for her that there was nobody else around, perhaps apart from those passing by, but Marvin appeared to the only one giving her attention.

Hand pressed against his chest, still feeling the burning glow from the dose of whiskey. He loved that feeling and he wanted more. Marvin managed to resist taking another sip. It was a rare whiskey, a tasty one, that he should save for prolonged enjoyment. Chuckling away cheekily he stashed the hipflask away, hardly taking his eyes off the girl whose face could stop traffic. "So no boyfriend? I'm surprised. A pretty little firehead like you? Guys are missing out. There are rumors that the quiet ones are more feisty in...." There was a pause as he narrowed his eyes at the girl, head turning to the side slightly. "....private." His voice was low, smooth and quiet, almost on the brink of a whisper, though it was loud enough for Jessie to hear. That was what he was talking about earlier. "So is that true? Or will I need to find that out for myself one of these days?" Marvin was not directly implying he find that out with her, he was being general about it, but if she interpreted it that away, so be it. Boy the sexual harassment was kicking up a notch. He was enjoying this far too much to stop. Marvin could be merciless sometimes, just because he loved her responses too much.

Words: 331 | Tag: Jessie
Notes: I CAN'T STOP HIM. He is asking for a slap.

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