Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Evelyn Nicole Cicarelli was used to crowded, lighthearted environments that often ended in a few too many shots. She had grown considerably fond of the nightlife here, despite her constant toiling over the fact that she was no longer within her homeland of Salvador, Bahia. Brazil was beautiful, and if she could be back upon those flawless shores once more with her family, she would be. However, with much convincing from her father, the man had urged her to move to America. There were more opportunities, and it had been a godsend in disguise. Though she often grew homesick, it was moments like these, surrounded by her friends, that allowed for her to lay at ease with her decision. It had been intimidating at first, yet who wouldn't befriend a sweet, gorgeous young foreigner? Perhaps Evelyn was merely a natural when it came to luck. She now studied Microbiology at Monroe University, along with her frequent side-jobs of modeling, she was getting along within the States just fine. She found the American boys to be exceptionally entertaining too, with the way they flaunted themselves about in hopes of gaining some unrequited attention from her. It was pitiful to some extent, and yet she humored them every now and then, allowing for some harmless conversation. Of course, most of it consisted of them ogling her natural assets. From the heavenly length of her seemingly perfect legs, to the plush visage of her cleavage, Evelyn was often on the receiving end of these tasteless passes. Did any of them manage to slip their way into her favor? Yes, about a handful of them but nothing lasted. As they had their needs, she had her own. They were fun for a while but she quickly grew bored of their constant badgering and immature habits. Her friends said she was ruthless, despite her sweetheart personality and the fact that everyone seemed to love her. Her father had raised her to be a lady, after all. Tonight marked her best friend Angie's birthday, and Angie had dragged the group of young women out to her favorite club. They were already buzzing with alcohol, giggling and flitting about happily. Evelyn was seated casually upon one of the crush-velvet couches they had rented, her eyes dropping from the scene of Angie shaking her ass to the empty glass within her hand. She had made her choice of drink, which was a martini. She had to admit, she had an insatiable weakness when it came to olives and hard liquor. Wouldn't hurt to get another one, would it? From the multitude of empty glasses already littering the tables around them, she figured her third drink was well-deserved. Nonetheless, she was a bit hesitant to leave her post, due to the moment she finally did pay attention to her surroundings, she could feel the gauging stares burning holes into her flesh. Fuck it, let them drool. Pushing herself to stand, she spared a few words to her other friend Vicky before sauntering her way towards the bar. Tonight she donned a skin-tight black cocktail dress, the darkened curls adorning her head let down to hang at the small of her back. Evelyn truly couldn't help it if she practically oozed sexual prowess, she was only aware of what she had to work with, and worked with it quite well. Now, to say she was easy to give it up would be a complete myth. One had to either be unabashedly charming and handsome, or, he had to work quite a bit to get relatively close to her. She was young, single and had the world in the palm of her hand. Why not live life to the fullest? When she finally arrived at the bustling bar, she was blissfully unaware of who stood off to the left of her. If she had turned her head, she would have noticed the presence of Darryll Woodcock. It seemed as though every woman was crazy about him, and she couldn't blame them. He was horribly handsome and seemed to have that air about him where he just didn't give a shit. Along with olives and hard liquor, Evelyn also had a weakness for that, too. A slender hand was raised and immediately, the bartender made a beeline for her. She greeted him with a dazzling smile, Refill, please. She didn't doubt that he remembered what she had ordered the first two times, and confident that he would serve just what her little liver desired, she let him leave with that simple wink tossed her way. The music was a bit too loud for her taste, but she dealt with it. The beat was addicting though, and soon enough the tantalizing hips she bore were swaying lightly with the thrumming bass, light clicking of her black stilettos lost within the sea of reverberating noise.