Dethbycoffee x Taelore Keyana

[InactiveCoffee]

This is a 1 x 1 between Dethbycoffee (myself) and @Taelore Keyana

--This Plot belongs to Taelore, as it was her original idea-- Muse A is young and naïve, always looking for trouble. They finally find it with Muse B, an older, cooler type that they encounter somewhere they have no business being with their fake ID. Muse B is attracted to Muse A on a physical level, but once Muse A’s age reveals itself, Muse B lays down the harsh truth: they’re not interested in anything beyond a one night stand and they’re definitely not what Muse A needs (and vice versa). Reluctant to let the opportunity to be with Muse B slip away,Muse A convinces Muse B to take them home. Lust clouds Muse B’s judgment and they let Muse A spend the night. In the heat of the moment, when the chemistry is so obviously there, Muse B says all the things Muse A wants to hear. Once it’s all over, however, Muse B’s attitude toward Muse A hasn’t changed–but Muse A doesn’t believe it’s a hopeless cause. Much to Muse B’s dismay, Muse A starts coming around to their place, hanging with their friends, finding little ways to push into their life in the hopes of showing Muse B how good they’d be together despite their difference in age. Muse B insists that their relationship will never be; yet Muse B can’t help sending mixed signals when they continue to fall into bed with Muse A. Muse A is being played by Taelore Muse B is being played by Dethbycoffee

 

[Taelore Keyana]

Harper Elaine Osterland

18 years old


Bisexual female

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[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox Pyle Cromwell

33 years old


Heterosexual Male
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[Taelore Keyana]

This Friday night was no different than any other weekend for Harper and her friends. Music was blasting in the master bathroom of her parent’s house, and make-up was scattered all along the marble counter tops. Steam rose from the barrel of Harper’s curling iron as it heated her thick, brown locks into wide curls. An array of fragrances filled the air as every girl tried on a different perfume or body spray. Shades of gold and brown coated the majority of her eyelids, while a thick black cat wing finished it off. Harper slipped out of her eldest brother’s tee shirt, leaving her clad in only a black lace bra and a matching lace boy-short. Long, black arms covered her tan skin as Harper slipped into a tight, body con dress. The fabric was tight against her toned, dancer body and ended just high enough to cover the essentials. Sitting on the closed toilet, Harper began to squeeze into a pair of 4 inch platforms made of black patent leather. “Harper! Let’s go. I have a shot down here with your name on it” a bubbly voice beckoned from the main floor of the house.


“I’m coming!” she responded as she swiped a leopard clutch from the counter. Clicks and clacks echoed through the entire house as Harper walked down the solid wood staircase. Her red lacquered nails slid along the solid wood hand rail, releasing as she turned into the kitchen. All of her friends were dressed in similar fashion, ingesting shots and passing around a joint. The hash smell of marijuana filled the room as her older friends took turns inhaling the toxin. At eighteen years old, Harper was by far the youngest of her circle. Four years was the smallest age gap between anyone, and this forced Harper into using a fake ID to get into clubs every other weekend. She slammed the glass onto the counter and bit down on the lime wedge as tequila ran down her throat. Her nose scrunched up and a gasp escaped her lips as the burn engulfed her entire upper body.


A honk was heard from outside as the taxi arrived to take them to the club downtown. Double checking that her cellphone and ID were in her clutch, Harper and her companions made their way to the door. Beep-beep-beep-beeeeeep. Harper typed in the security code to her house and pulled the door tight behind her. One after another, the girls slid into the taxi, with Harper taking the seat closest to the window. Bright lights flashed through the cab as they travelled from the outer edges of the city into the vibrant downtown. Cars, trucks and the occasional limo zipped past the vehicle as it rounded the corner; stopping in front of the hottest club Victrola. Just as they got in, the girls got out, however, Harper was the first to exit this time.


After a few minutes of waiting in line, it was the girls turn for the moment of truth. Each of Harper’s friends got in without an issue. Even though Harper had used her ID many times before, butterflies always filled her stomach as she reached into her wallet. Pulling out the card, she handed it over to the bouncer, who willingly accepted it. Adverting his eyes from the plastic, to give Harper the routine up and down. “What’s your birthdate sugar?” The large, mildly intimidating black man questioned. Harper gulped. Oh boy. He was on to her. So many different thoughts went through her head as she rushed to remember. The group she arrived with stared at her wide-eyed as she went to answer the question posed by the bouncer.


“April 17th-1994” Harper replied with a confident tone in her voice. The card between two fingers, the bouncer handed Harper back the ID. “Thank-god.” She mouthed to the girls she came with. Safe once again. Loud music drowned out any possible conversation as Harper descended down the staircase in the clubs center. The oldest of the group, Amanda, made a b-line right to the bar; and as normal, Harper was right in tow. Nothing scared her worse than getting separated from everyone, and ending up lost in the big city. When it was her turn to order, she simply asked for a vodka-cran with a splash of lime juice. Most of the girls didn’t even order drinks, they just wiggled their way onto the lively dance floor. Harper however, rested against the tall bar, sipping on her pink beverage.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox sighed as he climbed from his shower, the smart, tiled room clean and covered with condensation from his near scalding shower. He grabbed a towel off the nearby rack, and slid it over his body, and then over his hair. He glanced at the digital clock on the wall, and smirked to himself. Plenty of time. He mentally noted, and walked out of the room, watching as steam rolled through the doorway into the much cooler bedroom that was his. A knock sounded on his door, "Come on, Doxie! I want to get there before the pretty girls!" came the familiar tone of his younger brother. Of course, younger was an understatement, when in fact the other man was only merely ten minutes younger than him, but of course, Maddox was never going to let him live that down. "Hold onto your balls, Jax. The club isn't going anywhere, and neither are the pretty girls you're so fond of." he called back, rolling his eyes. He ran damp fingers through his even damper hair and sighed.


He dropped the towel near the wall and headed for his walk-in, and looked at the selection of clothing. He picked out a pair of fitted black denim pants, and a white undershirt, or wife-beater as some refer to the style. He pulled the tank over his head, the excess water making it stick to his skin in places, but he knew it would dry before they reached the club. As he exited his walk-in, he grabbed a black leather jacket off a hanger, and tossed it onto his bed. Once he donned his infamous boots, he moved back into his bathroom. The mirror had finally cleared up, and he could see himself again. He ran a hand over his face, prickly from stubble, but not enough to make him look homeless. He smirked, and picked up his trimmers, tidying up the look a little. He nodded, setting those down, and then grabbed some styling fiber. He raked it through his hair until he was left with a stylish bedhead look and rinsed his hands.


Again, the knocking at his door, and his brother calling for him to hurry up. "Okay!" he snapped, though not angrily, as he chuckled and left his bathroom, flipping off the light switch. He lifted the jacket and shrugged it on, tucking his wallet into his back pocket, he left his room. "God. Finally! Let's go! The taxi is waiting." his brother griped, and rushed from the apartment. Maddox rolled his eyes, and followed after him, closing the door and locking it. He piled into the taxi when he reached street level, his brother already inside and waiting. "You know she's not going to be there." he says to his brother, rolling his eyes again. The other male sighed, "Hey. A guy can hope, can't he?" the brother retorted, and they each laugh.


"Fine. But if you pick up a chick, go to your own apartment. I don't want you fucking on my couch." Maddox teased his brother as the taxi moved out into traffic. It wasn't that long of a drive before the two men were dropped in front of the city's most bomb club, Victrola. "Alright. We might look the same, but we aren't once we walk through those doors. Don't make a fool of yourself, and I'll consider bailing you out jail if you get into trouble." Maddox teased his brother as they walked over to the bouncer. A group of girls had just made their way inside, and Maddox couldn't help but catch sight of the straggler who had apparently been asked her birthday. He rolled his eyes, and pulled out his wallet, "Hey, Maxwell. Didn't know you were working tonight." the man said to the black man as he handed over his ID, his brother following suit.


They were quickly allowed inside, and almost immediately separated ways. They may be brothers, and they may come to the club together, but by no means did they pick up chicks together. They learned that lesson long ago when they discovered most girls just went for them because they were twins. Maddox made his way to the bar, his eyes almost immediately picking up on the girl and one or two of her friends, he guessed. Vodka-Cran, hmm? He noted, and smirked, shaking his head. He located a stool and sat down, "Stranded Captain, mate." he said lightly to the bartender, and smiling as the woman chuckled. He nodded in approval as she poured him spiced rum over ice, and took a healthy swig. His eyes flicked around the bar as he sipped, and when he noticed the girl's Vodka-cran running low, he smiled at the bartender. "Mai Tai for the lady with the vodka-cran. On me." he said lightly, and went back to his drink as the woman made the fruity drink and delivered it to Harper.

 

[Taelore Keyana]

Her eyes shot up, as the bartender handed her an iced glass, filled with a purple colored beverage. It smelled sweet, and inviting-like those juice boxes you drank as kids. Harper shook her head before the bartender left her earshot. “I didn’t order this.” Her voice mild as she pointed towards the drink she was just given. Without hesitation, the bartender pointed at a gentleman who was sat only a few feet away. His demeanor was mysterious and powerful-comparable to Christian Grey from those smut books she was reading a while back. But she didn’t know him. Why would he buy her a drink? Harper shook her head in confusion before she wrapped her plump, pink lips around the small straw. Turning her head to the attractive man, and nodded at him. She rose her index finger and pointed it at the frosty glass. Softly, she batted her eyes and mouthed thank you in his general direction.


Amanda appeared in front of her and intertwined their fingers. Before Harper could say anything else to the kind stranger, she was amongst a pool of sweaty bodies. Soft hands ran along Harper’s waist as Amanda grinded against her rear. People of all genders, orientations as sizes danced in similar fashion as the bass vibrated the entire floor. Harper rotated her body to be facing her best friend. Sipping on her drink, she slipped one hand on Amanda’s waist; bringing her in closer to her body. The hair that was once in perfect curls began to transform into beachy waves. Harper noticed as Amanda bit on her lip and brought down her eyes. What’s a little fun between friends? Harper innocently thought as she brought her hand up to the neck of her friend. Leaning in and giving her a kiss, bodies bumped into her; knocking her drink all over the front of her dress.


Pulling back from her friend, Harper stormed off to the left side of the bar. Reaching behind the bar table, she grabbed a swab cloth and began to pat off her dress. “This can’t be fucking happening.” She muttered to herself as she tried to save her dress. The sticky feeling soaked below the fine fabric of her body con dress. Bringing her hand up to her hair line, she pushed what would be bangs, farther away from her face. Shaking her head in disgust, Harper went back to patting herself dry. Amanda showed up a few minutes after to offer her assistance. Taking an addition cloth from the bar, she went and began to dry off the back of Harper’s legs.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox smirked, nodding to the girl as she was informed that he had been the one to order the drink for her. It was amusing to see her mouth a thanks to him, and as he was about to respond in kind, her friend broke their line of sight. He sighed, and bit his lip, shaking his head as they whisked off to the dance floor. He continued to scan the bar scene, watching as people danced, and drank, and he spotted the occasional make-out. It wasn't hard to spot his brother, in the midst of the throng of dancers. Maddox rolled his eyes, and chuckled again, downing what was left of his rum. He spun in his seat, leaning his back against the bar just in time to witness the girl he had ordered a drink for start to kiss her friend. Of course I buy the lesbian a drink. Oh well. Maybe I'll get a thank you of a different kind later? He mused, and chuckled to himself. He jumped slightly when he noticed the throng cause the Mai Tai to spill down her front, and glanced over his shoulder at the bartender. "Party Foul." he smirked, and shook his head.


He turned back toward the crowd, easily glimpsing the girl to his left patting at her dress. Body con. Well, that will take some cleaning to save. He shook his head again, and pushed from his seat just as the girl's friend wandered over to her and began helping clean her up. He moved over casually, and held out a handkerchief. "You got some in your hair, miss." he said smoothly, smirking, his eyes alight with mischief. "Is that a Body con dress?" he asked casually, taking the excuse to scan his eyes appreciatively over her body. He whistled low, "That's going to take work to save if it is." he chuckled softly. He glanced over at the bartender, and nodded, and was quickly delivered a glass of water and a clean towel. "Here. The water will get the juice out, which should make the dress salvageable." he smiled.

 

[Taelore Keyana]

“Amanda, I feel like a puddle on the back of my knee…”she muttered a towel rubbed along the back of her legs. It was a little immature of her to throw a tantrum, but she couldn’t help the stomping of her feet. The bottoms of her heels clicked along the floor in panic. Next thing Harper knew, the man who bought her the drink was at her side, holding a glass of water. Bringing her head up, she nodded when he asked about the type of dress. “Thanks…”she mumbled, taking the glass of water from his hand. Harper tipped the up onto a towel, than rubbing it along her dress.


Harper stopped worrying about the dress for a few minutes, long enough to introduce herself to the helpful-and frankly attractive-stranger. “Harper.” She placed her hand in front of her, anticipating a handshake. This gentleman was tall, dark and more than handsome. He carried himself well even in these awkward situations. “Oh, and before I forget, thanks for the drink. The few sips I had were really good.” Harper brought her wrist to her nose “It smells pretty good too.” She let out a small giggle.

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox smirked, a small chuckle escaping him. He reached out and shook her hand, "Maddox." he said lightly, releasing her hand after a moments hesitation. "It was a Mai Tai. I'd be happy to buy you another if you'd like. Once your finished cleaning up, that is." he said with amusement as he watched her friend continue to wipe at the drippings from her dress. "Would your girlfriend care to join?" he asked, using the term more out of a test than actually calling the other girl her girlfriend, since the term was often used whether or not a romantic involvement were inclined. "Do you come here often?" he asked abruptly, "My brother drags me here every weekend, and I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting you before." he said with a smooth smile as he held the glass of water for the girls.


((Sorry, entering dialogue always makes it hard to produce more than just a paragraph or so))

 

[Taelore Keyana]

A puzzled look came over Harper’s face when the man, who now had a name, asked about her girlfriend. It took a few moments for it to register that the girlfriend was in fact Amanda. Why would he assume I have a girlfriend? Harper pondered as she awkwardly blinked in his direction bringing her hand back to her waist. Oh right, I kissed her. A unique shade of red joined the puzzled look on Harper’s face as it now became a face of embarrassment. “Oh shit.” A giggle burst out of her lips accidently as she went to point at Amanda-who was still wiping the backside of legs. “You think she’s my girlfriend?” The laughter continued to pour from her lips, filling the gaps in-between words.


Shaking her head to gesture no, Harper went on to explain her drunk tendencies for a few moments before realizing that she was rambling on. Slapping her hand across her mouth, her eyes grew wide. “Sorry, I ramble sometimes. And yes. I would love another drink.” Harper’s foot lifted from the ground and kicked back, as if she was telling Amanda to go away. Propping herself against the bar, Harper’s eyes wandered the room for a second before answering the rest of Maddox’s questions.


“No, actually.” She paused for a minute to take a sip of her drinks remainder. Harper watched as Amanda shuffled away, winking and making sexual gestures in her direction. Bringing her eyes back to the conversation Harper continued on with what she was saying. “This is actually my first time here. We normally go to dive or grunge bars. This was just an excuse to get dressed up in something a little more-risqué.” Biting on her lip ever-so-lightly, Harper smiled at the mention of a brother. The genes where good to you. “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she went on, “do you not like going out with your brother?”

 

[InactiveCoffee]

Maddox chuckled as he noticed the puzzled look, and then her face tinted red. Ah. That's what it was. He thought absently, and put a hand to his chin, hiding the smile that overcame him. "Well, I guess that's a good thing for me then." he chuckled. He smiled as Amanda scurried away, and turned, offering Harper a seat at the nearest set of empty stools there at the bar. He slid onto one, sitting sideways so that he could still look at Harper as they spoke, and laugh escaped him as she talked about their choices in clubs. His eyes once again scanned over her dress, and he nodded, "It's certainly better than I've seen some come to dance in. You're at least covered." he chuckled, shaking his head.


He glanced to the bartender, ordering another Mai Tai and rum over ice. "Oh, I don't mind coming here with Jax. I just get tired of his drunken antics when it comes time to make sure he gets home." he chuckled, rolling his eyes. "I've seen him naked on far to many occasions because he decided that since we're twins, he can take chicks home to my place." he sighed, laughing as he took a drink of the rum that was placed before him. He glanced over to Harper, and smiled, "Do you enjoy bar diving with your friends?" he asked curiously.