BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP ,

[gavin lucas harrison]

Gavin was your typical bad boy, but normally bad boys would know when it was time to stop and when it got too dangerous, not Gavin he thrived on that danger and loved it, craved it, wanted it. He was one of the many Harrison children that lived in Miami and loved it like anyone else did; it was his scene, the parties, the sex, the drinking, the smoking. Gavin was known to be the bad boy of the family and he lived up to his name, his family thought he was getting better when he got a job at the garage, but that is what he told him he actually got a job for this under cover company that sent people out to kill people that the police either couldn’t find or because their crimes were so bad they were sentenced to death, without them even knowing about it. Gavin actually enjoyed his job as he felt as though he was doing something for the community, his father killed his mother and he wanted to get horrible people that like off this planet, so he could feel safe alongside everyone else. His family would never accept his ways though, that was why he didn’t tell anyone, it was hard to explain the cuts, bruises and broken bones when he came home from a hard day of killing, but that was why they called him a loner, as he would lock himself away for a period of time to heal before coming out again.

Tonight Gavin was on a mission to find a man who was running away form him, but thanks to his many contacts he found out their was a very large poker game going on at the casino tonight and his name was on the guest list. This man was smart he knew someone was looking for him but didn’t know who Gavin was and what he wanted, so he did the safe thing and ran, kept moving so he was untraceable. So at around ten at night Gavin began cruising down to the casino in his impala before parking it in the local car pack, taking a pistol from the passenger seat and slipped it in the front of his pants before exiting the car and headed towards the entrance of the casino. He was soon stopped by the security guards before giving him this small card that showed he was working for the police so they allowed him in, it was fake and personally made by Gavin but in a way he was working for the police it would just be bad if the police actually took notice of him. He moved down the steps to the many gambling tables and machines before seeing a couple of guys at the entrance to the VIP room, he wouldn’t get passed that easy. He sighed and exited again finding his way around the large structure and to a small window that led into the store cupboard on the hallway leading to the VIP room. He broke the window with his hand and climbed through, stepping lightly over the cleaning equipment.

He entered the hallway and made his way down to the VIP room, seeing the man in front of him at the bar he grinned and headed over, asking him if he would come with him for a second as someone needed to speak to him. Gavin was wearing a very nice suit that he was given from the company so he looked like a security guard to some people, leading him to the store cupboard he made small talk about there was a problem with his ID that they needed to check before he grabbed him around the mouth and stuffed him into the cupboard with Gavin. Getting his pistol that was equipped with a silencer he shot the guy in the head and watched his body fall limp in his hands. Putting him on the floor he stripped out of his clothes and changed into a pair of jeans and tee shirt and climbed back out of the window, heading round to the front again and entering like a normal person, getting ID and checked before entering, he had thrown the pistol into a bush so it wouldn’t get found as he entered the club. Heading down the steps once more he saw a familiar face at the small bar they had and decided to head over. Standing behind Cecilia he leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. Let’s skip to the good part, what time you gonna rip my pants off this time? he grinned before taking a seat next to her, a smile on is lips.

tagged: cecilia markie carrington
status: finished
notes: nothing.
outfit: click

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[cecilia markie carrington]

^{LOVE GAME, INTUITION, PLAY THE CARDS WITH SPADES TO START}
AND AFTER HE'S BEEN HOOKED I'LL PLAY THE ONE THAT'S ON HIS HEART ,

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The night was alive and young and many people, both young and old, were thriving within the city of Miami. The streets were flooded with cars - taxis, limos, new cars and old cars - all trying to weave their way through the backup of traffic, and the sidewalks were equally clustered with groups of people. The air was filled with the laughter and chatter of friends, family, lovers, and spouses while they each walked to their own destinated areas.
Tonight was one of those nights where everyone was out doing something, and staying home alone in your house was absolutely unheard of.

That was the reason why Cecilia Carrington found herself sitting at the Casino bar at that very moment in time. She had spent the last few days just lounging around in her house, having very little contact with the rest of the world outside of her door. There was something about this time of year that always seemed to bring her down, and her bitter mood had been the direct result of her isolating herself within her house.
However, despite the less-than-enthustiastic mood she had adapted lately, she had finally managed to get herself out of her room and into public. She wasn't too excited about it, but she figured it beat sitting on her ass for another day.
Lia didn't know why it was the club she chose to spend her night at. Maybe it was because she hadn't been there in a while, or because of the upbeat atmosphere of it all. Or maybe it was because there were so many people crammed in one room, no one would notice - or care - that Cecilia was sitting at the bar by herself.

The crowds of people surrounding her were supposed to make Lia feel less remote, but the sad truth was that she never felt more alone. The groups of boys and girls laughing and dancing and making casual talk only further isolated her. For the first time in her life, Cecilia felt completely out of place.
A sudden voice snapped her out of her thoughts, and Lia was grateful for it.
"What can I get you today, miss?"
Looking up from the bar counter, she met eyes with a young man, probably in his mid to late twenties or so, staring back at her with sideways grin. She returned the smile, although hesitantly, before replying.
"Just a Long Island Iced Tea, thanks."
With a kind nod, the bartender turned around to begin making her drink. Like many other young people who lived in Miami, Lia owned a fake ID and used it often on nights like these. She had purchased it three years ago, and being only twenty, she still could not get herself inside of bars and clubs legally.
Cecilia took a strand of wavy black hair and twisted it around her finger idly. Her blue eyes began to wander the club.
She caught sight of a girl and a guy sitting next to her. The girl giggled as they guy leaned in close to her, whispering something into her ear. One of the guy's hands were resting on top of the girl's on the counter of the bar and his other was slowly inching its way up her thigh. Lia rolled her eyes, a tiny grin lifting in the corners of her mouth as she did so. She already knew how their night would end.

"One Long Island Iced Tea," The bartender chirped, sliding a glass gently towards her, and she returned the gesture with a smile and a nod of her head. Wrapping her finger around the straw, Cecilia sipped at the drink softly.
"So what's a lady like you doing alone tonight? Where's your boyfriend?"
Lia glanced up at the man as he tried to make casual small talk with her. Naturally, she'd brush a comment like such off, but his tone sounded much more sincere, rather than an attempt to pick her up.
A gentle shrug of her bare shoulders was given as an answer. "Boyfriends are a waste of time."
The bartender began to grin, and in an almost contagious sort of way, a smirk appeared on Lia's lips. However, she broke eye contact with him shortly after, ending the conversation then and there. She wasn't particularly interested in partaking in conversation with a complete stranger that night.

Suddenly, another voice caught her attention. This time, however, it was a voice she knew very well.
"Let’s skip to the good part, what time you gonna rip my pants off this time?"
She didn't even have to turn around to figure out who had spoken. As he spoke, she felt his breath against her ear and back of her neck, causing her toes to curl and chills to run down her spine. Even after he took the seat next to her, she waited a minute or so before actually looking at him.
A small amused grin began to form on her mouth as she finally turned her head, meeting his gaze with her own. Without breaking eye contact, she placed her hand on his knee, slowly moving it up his leg until her fingers reached the button on his jeans. However, without unbuttoning it, she quickly snatched her hand away from him and laughed. "You wish."

She turned away from him again, taking another sip of her Long Island. She pushed the straw around her glass with her finger, watching it with a rather unamused expression. "So what are you doing here?" She asked Gavin rather monotonely, still focusing on her drink.

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tagged, gavin harrison
notes, sorry if it's a little long, i probably got too carried away here.
outfit, click!

[gavin lucas harrison]

Miami was the place to be on a night like this, the smell in the air was alluring and precious to some people, it was a night full of entertainment and drinking, socializing and maybe even a spot of drama. Gavin loved this area so much because of the bright neon lights down Main Street, even though the day is completely different. Unlike Las Vegas this area had a nice look to it, it wasn’t all lights, drinking and drugs. But there was a more sophistication in the people in general. That was what Gavin liked about it most, being able to be himself and not have this big partying image to keep too, he could even have one drink the whole night or several. The only reason that Gavin found himself attracted to the Casino even after his job was because it was so classy compared to some of the strip clubs and downtown clubs that he would go too. Gavin had hidden himself away from the world for around three days after his last meeting with a ‘job’ as he called it, he found himself in a sticky situation with three bodyguards trying to kill him and only just came out with a few cuts and grazes on his face, then when he got back he decided to stay in his house and he was in charge of little Megan, his younger sister’s new born daughter. So it was a good chance to get to spend some time with the young little girl, so that was what he did, he didn’t exactly go out but expect to push her round her pram for a little while which he strangely enjoyed for a man with his personality.

When he saw Cecilia he couldn’t help but like a cheeky sly smile play on his lips, she was an amazing character and he loved the playful banter they had with each other, and the small pathetic arguments they would have, but it was because they were so alike, their personalities and even ,look out on life. He always went straight to the point half of the time he would be leaving with them right that second and have the whole evening to fuck their brains out, but he knew Cecilia and she wouldn’t give up that easy for him, but he liked that challenge. As he finished speaking to her, he sat in the seat next to her and hinted the barman to come over before ordering a cold beer and waited for someone to come and give it to him, this was while Cecilia seemed to be more interested in anything but his company. Then when she turned and placed her hands on his knee he kept eye contact with her and smiled a little, teasing, same old games we play. He grinned before feeling her hand was snatched quickly from his jeans. The sly smile still playing on his lips as he looked at her, then she had to arrogance to turn away from him again when the man came over and placed the drink down in front of Gavin. He took the bottle of beer and had a long drawn gulp as he had a long day and some people died in the middle of it, normal for him and he was used to it, but even sometimes he needed a drink to cool down.

When she asked what he was doing here he looked at her, seeing those beautiful soft lips move gracefully as the words escaped the back of her throat and into the air. Having more fun that you are obviously he replied without even thinking, looking at her was enough entertainment for him, her smooth soft skin, beautiful figure and even slender fingers. What about you? he asked, he wasn’t really close to her but if she was facing him their legs would just be able to touch, he looked at the barman for a moment as he saw he was checking out Cecilia and he didn’t blame him she was beautiful, but the guy was too skinny and scrawny for Cecilia, he hoped that she loved a more chunky man, like Gavin, with his gruff voice and emotionless eyes.

tagged: cecilia markie carrington
status: finished
notes: nothing.
outfit: click

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