Thread: Just a Pretty Face ::: {Ariamella & November Bleeds}

Even after she turned away, the group of young men continued to mutter lewd and suggestive comments about her body, but Tori tried her best to ignore them. It wasn't often that she got a break from work - being an assistant screenplay writer and editor for one of the major television networks was a demanding job that rarely ever allowed for personal vacations or time off. Most of her weekdays, weeknights, and weeknights were spent alone in her penthouse apartment, reviewing script after script. It wasn't even that she wrote them - her junior job title ensured that she never had any input more than a line of dialogue or two - so she was always left with the boring task of editing them. And for that reason, her time at the beach was vitally important for her stress-relief and possibly even her sanity. The first indication that someone had approached her was the darkening of her vision from the dull red of her closed eyelids to black as the shadow blocked out whatever sunlight she had been soaking up. At first she felt a surge of annoyance at the thought that it was one of the douchebags from earlier who had come to finally pester her into taking her out, but then it dawned on her that it wasn't possible. No, it wasn't possible because the only men she would be able to attract were those who cared for substance and personality. Was this one of those men? She cracked her brown eyes open just as she heard a male voice say, Hey, don't mind them, some people are just ignorant assholes. She simply stared at him, taking in his odd dress, and he continued. Coming to the beach alone? I don't know if that's such a good idea.. Victoria stayed silent for a few more moments as she assessed her thoughts of him, thinking to herself that he was definitely not one of the men that usually approached her, even those who were placed substance above personality. She found him attractive in a way that wasn't her personal preference, and while she stared, it registered somewhere in the recesses of her mind that it was rude to not talk to someone. But rather than answer his question, she pointedly responded with her own question God, aren't you hot ? The sun is fully out, it's humid as hell, and you're in a hoodie and boots . Bluntness had always been Tori's way of conversing, though when she was younger, it was due to her growing up privileged and spoiled. As she reached late adolescence and adulthood, bluntness had just become part of her personality. It helped in the shrewd business world, and it definitely helped shape her reputation as a hardworking employee who never took shit and never gave it out either. But the one area of life that it seemed to be completely useless in was the area of relationships and love. Even guys who she had just met thought she was being a bitch for no reason, and this would likely be no different. The comments on the man's clothing had been the first thing to come to mind, and she remained unapologetic for the way it came out. Tori shrugged nonchalantly as she now remembered to answer his actual question, toying with the ruffle on the front of her deep violet bikini top. Yes, I'm alone. Why? It's not like those guys would have done anything anyway. They're just a bunch of irrelevant people to my life. She waved her hand about as if to emphasize her lack of interest in the group of boys who had now turned their attention way once they saw her engaging in conversation with the odd-looking man. She looked him over once, twice, then in a tone that indicated she had found something to be extremely obvious, she offered him a seat. Well? Are you going to stand there or sit down? The young woman rolled over on her towel to make room, sitting up and pulling on a cover-up that didn't really cover anything at all because of it's sheerness. I'm Victoria, by the way. Or Tori, if you prefer to call me that.