Thread: Look at Me [Dimitri x Plutonium]

The first words out of his mouth she probably should have expected. Although he was just obviously teasing her. Juliette rolled her eyes dramatically before taking a seat. It felt weird to sit in a dress, so she brought her legs together as close as possible, almost painfully so. Before she could open her mouth to very teasingly herself say 'thank you' she was interrupted by a few people. Excited freshman from how much they were spazzing and obviously intoxicated. Drawling on how great her performance was while at the same time sneaking peaks at Mike. Juliette wasn't too used to taking compliments, or being around drunk people. Even her grandparents didn't drink that much. Only during family parties. She had been struggling with finding the words to give gratitude when some guys pulled them away to God knows where. Wow. Parties clearly had no rules or regulations. She kept her eyes peeled onto her bare legs instead of looking at Mike. Although acting like she was ignoring him, she couldn't help but giggle quietly under her breath. Yeah, it would be nice if people actually got her name right. He was right. Confidence was important in the long run. She just never knew it was hiding. Right now, it felt like it was disappearing as she sat there next to him. His 'second' caused her to look up and stare with him, eyes full of inquisition that melted into a coy look. Was he feigning jealousy to be funny? I don't know. I mean you probably scare them away, being a big bad model and all. Her voice poked fun at him, but her eyes were soft. Her heard cocked to the side curiously when he stopped talking? It was then she was met with a look she hadn't really expected out of him. Like his words...it was very sweet. Although being compared to him should have felt like an insult since his first impression wasn't all that great- she ignored the negative undertone she had immediately gone to, and concentrated on the sudden change in his expression. It was more genuine than she ever thought he could be, and it scared her a bit. Her stomach did nervous flips, and she felt like turning away. It felt easier to face him with his cocky attitude. That was when he told her she was stunning. Immediately her mind played the word over again. 'Stunning,' there were so many words that went along with that. Beautiful, gorgeous, dazzling, lovely. He didn't even sound smug about it or impressed with her. He was being honest. It was a word she never really thought she would hear from anyone else besides her grandparents. Without realizing, her lips curled into a giddy smile, warm and bright. Thank you. And she really meant it, but she couldn't help but get a tease in. Well, I don't think I could handle another male model's 'ego.' Yours is enough for me. It meant to come out as just a tease, but the end of her statement had sounded much softer than she intended. Quickly she cleared her throat, not wanting to succumb the overwhelming joy that came from his words. She didn't want to look at his smile either, in fear that he would pull her into his trance like he had the first day they met. This time, of course she wouldn't admit it, she probably....wouldn't have minded. As quickly as their little moment happened, it was gone. He stood up, causing her to look up from her daze. Oh, drinks. That's right this was a party. The idea of drinking made her bite her lip. It wasn't she hadn't drank before, she just hadn't become even close to intoxicated. Here she was with people drunk and nearly passing out around her, and what was she? A sitting duck. Getting drunk like that didn't appeal to her. While watching the drunks of the party with wary eyes, she opened her mouth to tell him she was perfectly fine, but with a blink of her eyes, he was gone. Maybe he would realize how polar opposite she was to the rest of the attendees. While she waited, she clicked her heels together as if she were fidgeting. Honestly, this was the first time she was worried about words. What would they talk about? This wasn't a real date, so what was there to worry about? Here she was all in a fluster because of him simply saying she was stunning. Not to mention his sudden change in personality that threw her totally off guard. But not as much as what happened next. Out of nowhere, everything went white. Her eyes grew as big as the moon as she quickly shield her eyes. Was the police here or something? Was there a fugitive on the loose? Did they need to duck and cover? What the heck was going on? That was when the speakers began to blare with the sound of Douglas' voice. She registered nearly nothing except for 'couple' and 'seven minutes.' It was only when she was suddenly playfully handcuffed by the cheerleaders did her brain put two and two together. These people had the absolute wrong idea. Oh gosh, this wasn't something she wanted AT ALL. Despite her quiet pleads and somewhat of struggles, there were just too many of them. To the point of claustrophobia. In a dizzy whirl, she was literally pushed into a room, and locked in it. Not to mention, she was with Mike, and from what Douglas had announced, and the scene of the bed and lingerie in front of her, the party goers were expected the impossible. The panic had become almost crippling the more she eyed the bed up. At one point she had to look away. Her face was absolutely burning and she wanted to hide herself in the corner of the room or something. Oh my god. She finally whispered. What the hell are they thinking? She sighed heavily and crossed her arms over her chest, she had begun to pace. We are locked in for sure. There's no windows in here. I don't know how to pick locks. People out there are drunk, their judgement clearly clouded. She was angry, panicked, overwhelmed, all of the above. It was Mike's very plain statement about parties that stopped her in her tracks. Crazy didn't even cut it. Something like this should have been illegal or something. With the lingerie on the bed, and Mike sitting on the couch, she wasn't sure where to look. Even if he didn't want to do anything, everything about the room pointed to sex. And the fact he surely knew that too made it hard to look him in the eye. She wanted curse herself for clearly being nervous. How come she couldn't brush it off? How come she had to be panicking? Couldn't she just have a good time? Couldn't she just not be locked in a room with her 'date.' How come you aren't freaking out? Isn't this bad for your image? She turned to him, her eyebrows knitted together in clear distress. Even more so when she spotted the wine. No...no I can't drink. She declined, still eyeing the wine curiously. Wine had never been that bad. But she only had sips here and there. Maybe a quarter of a glass. That was about half. Maybe it wouldn't be so ba-no. It was too risky. What if she blacked out or something or did something crazy? Speaking of crazy, the words that came out of Mike's mouth were something else. Her jaw dropped a bit as she looked straight at him for the first time. Model material? She scoffed. I appreciate the compliment, but that's not gonna get me into those skimpy articles of clothing. Regular clothes are one thing, b-being nearly naked is another. Her voice trailed off a bit, gaze lingering on a certain black and purple adorned unmentionables. She wouldn't like if she said she didn't love looking in Victoria's Secret. The idea of wearing such cute and frilly things appealed to her more than anyone would know. But who would she even wear them for? The fact she was asking herself these questions instead of flat out saying no made her even more so agitated with the whole situation. ...No, no way. Definitely not. Nice try though. she chuckled bitterly. After a while of her chewing at her nails as a wreck, she caved. She couldn't take this anxiety. Especially if she needed to last in this room for another good 50 minutes. She reached for the glass, thanking him quietly before taking a sip. The effects hit her about 5 minutes later, it wasn't much. But she found herself easing the tension in her muscles. Her mind no longer racing a mile a minutes. Still, it was filled with what-if's. The whole effect made her want to drink a bit more. She couldn't sit here like this and not relax, but she couldn't get wasted. I-I can't have that much to drink. I have to be somewhat sober. So...I can't drink anymore than this glass. Okay? After this hour is up I have to go home. As if she were giving herself more assurance that she could drink, she took another sip, feeling her head becoming swimmy and slow with each passing minute. Her mind was still all there, but her body felt close to floating. It was then her eyes found the set of black and purple lingerie again. Her interest got the best of her as she stood up and walked over to the. Her finger delicately tracing the frills and ribbons. She really liked them. And she would never be given a chance to try something like this on again, really. Especially for someone else. Oh gosh. No, no. The sober and grounded part of herself made her pull her hand away. This wasn't her. She had drank a bit too much, and her judgement was clouded. Here she was, locked in a room with a hot guy and some cute clothes she had always wanted to wear. Especially for a guy since she had seen plenty of girls doing much more in lingerie than modeling. The scenes from porn she had watched replayed in her mind, making her feel weak in the knees. No was not the time to associate porn with lingerie when she was basically in a sex trapped situation. If she tried on this lingerie in front of him, she would be nothing but a slut like a majority of the college population. But she also wanted to be like other girls. That's why she came to the party. Just because she lived a little tonight didn't mean she would have to do it again. No one could see what was happening in this room. And by God, nothing would happen between the two of them. Mike wouldn't say a word because for sure he wouldn't want word of it. No matter what she tried on. It was one night. A single pair of matching lingerie. It would be so quick. And it would be a secret. Here she was drunk after all, or partially drunk. She knew what was going on and for sure was no where near blacking out. Before she knew it, the undies and brassiere were in her hands. The alcohol had made her a lot more brave than she anticipated, because here she was turning to him with mischievous eyes. ...Once. I've never tried on cute stuff like this before. So once. I'm getting right back into my clothes after this. She said it in a way that told not only him, but herself the rules. Some of her sense of judgement was still buried in her intoxicated brain. She spotted the bathroom door and quickly made her way to it. With each step, she wanted to throw the skimpy clothes back where they came and take her spot back on the couch. It was too late, she was in the bathroom, door locked behind her and dress already over her head. Her neutral bra hit the floor along with the pile of her dress, and then the panties along with it. The smooth fabric of the lingerie tickled her skin. She never knew that it could be so soft. The figure clad in frilly undergarments that stared back at her was something she thought she would never see. For the first time, her curves actually looked like curves rather than just being chubby. That, or she was drunker than she thought and visualizing what she wished was herself. She lifted her arm slowly, good. Smooth and shaved. As were her legs. She hadn't even known she was going to wear a dress, let along lingerie. Luckily it was a routine to shave everyday. Especially with her ethnicity in mind. With a small turn, she admired the dark purple against her olive skin, the way they hugged her and felt just light and airy. Remembering Mike was out there, she thought about taking it off and just putting her dress back on. But something about 'modeling' for him, his eyes on her like they had been earlier, excited the intoxicated Juliette. Even the sober Juliette had felt some sort of agitated her, in a good way. Once again, before she could even register it, she had made her way out of the bathroom and toward the middle of the room. Almost immediately, she regretted her decision. She felt absolutely naked, not to mention cold. Her arms quickly grabbed her shoulders both from embarrassment and being a bit chilled. She wasn't used to just walking around in her underwear, after all. After standing there awkwardly, she swallowed, still staring at the floor. I-I'm gonna change back. she whispered, beginning to move, avoiding his gaze all the while. Why had she thought this would be fun?