Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Evelyn was quick to play his game, and her expression dwindled down into a pout. Bottom lip puckered out, sculpted brows furrowed and eyes glistening with the intention of wooing anything with how pitifully adorable she looked. Drats, she began, snapping her fingers to further put emphasis on just how sad she was. You've found me out! And here I thought I would be able to sweep you off your feet whilst complimenting you on your footwear. I suppose some men are just more work, she muttered in mock disappointment. Her display of play was quickly broken with a laugh, as she found his overall demeanor to be amusing. Then again, with what was currently flowing out of his mouth, she had to wonder exactly how he got any women. Most would immediately take offense to what he had to say, as Evelyn was welcoming the taunts quite openly. It was a nice breath of fresh air, as he was giving her an encounter that she never really experienced before. Most men were predictable, but this one, he was definitely far from that realm. She couldn't quite say she disliked it, as if anything, he was far more captivating than her friends were at the moment. They insisted on talking about their latest flings, and while Evelyn had no quarrels at all when it came to boasting about her life behind closed doors, she couldn't quite find anything to complain about, like her friends had. She supposed she had better luck than they did in more than one subject. A midget, she questioned, sipping down a bit more of her spritzing martini, I have to admit...no one has ever called me such an extreme before, but I suppose there's always a first for everything. As for me donating my stilettos...no thank you, I'm actually quite fond of them. Her eyes never left his own, and she was smiling lightly throughout their entire show of going back and forth, the teasing badger of comments certainly making her evening lively, in a good sense. Evelyn, admittedly, didn't really think anything would come of this meeting at all. It wasn't to say she doubted his art of swooning, or her own willingness to give him a chance. It was merely...a gut feeling, that had her looking towards the other in a purely platonic manner. His jibs made her laugh, and forced the thought of perhaps befriending him, rather than hopping on his cock and tiring the poor lad out for an extended amount of time. She wasn't opposed to it, and couldn't quite make up her mind just yet. After all, she wasn't even sure what he was hoping to gain after all of this, too. I'm not upset, at all. Actually, I'm a bit thankful. It's about time someone outshines me, after all, being in the limelight is so tiring sometimes...so I suppose I should thank you for relieving me of my stressful responsibilities of pleasing the public, she countered in a lazy drawl, glancing over the crowd. Her nose scrunched in distaste then, and she shrugged, settling down her now empty glass. Yes, she was quite the drinker, but also was more than aware of her limits. To be honest, you can have them all. They really aren't my type, and no, I will not elaborate on what my type is, either, Evelyn quickly added, always having dreaded that damned question. She herself, didn't know what her type was. It all depended on the person. However, she was more than wised up to what wasn't her type and the people here, tonight, weren't cutting it.