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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 1:25:14 GMT -5
Aw, she didn't remember the last time she held hands with a guy like this. Probably like.. ninth grade. It was cute and she decided that she.. liked it. Yeah, this whole Oliver thing, could definitely work out. Swinging their hands back and forth as they walked towards the hotel, Whitley turned her head so she could look at him as he talked to her. "Yeah, next time you disappear with your band, feel free to pick up a mobile and I dunno use it to call me or something?" Grinning, Whitley squeezed his hand and stopped as they came to the front of her hotel. Six stories just looked so high from down here.
Coop thought about which bottle of champagne he could be talking about. Because she just got so many you know? Ooh, yeah. The one she had gotten for her birthday. Yeah, that one day that Oliver didn't call or anything to wish the princess a happy "delish" nineteenth bday. How.. nice of him. "Yeah, I still have it. But.. what are you going to do for it? It is my bday present from the hotel.. " They were nice enough to give her a present unlike some handsome guy standing beside her..
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Post by Oliver Young on Jul 12, 2007 1:45:58 GMT -5
Aw man, go straight for the guilt why don't ya? Oliver sighed, looking at her with a sincere smile, "I did call... Daylin picked up. Except for once, I got the machine." AND she was going to make him work for his alcohol? Where did this chick get off? But it wasn't like he was going to protest, I mean, this is Coop. "Uhhh... well... I'll carry you up six stories to your suite," he offered, seeing as how those shoes of hers didn't look all too comfortable.
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 1:58:35 GMT -5
Whitley shook her head, "Lies. Lies. Lies." So.. she had her own mobile and he should've had her number. His loss, if he didn't. Or.. he could've done something really crazy and showed up at the club for her birthday!! But did he? Nope. Deduction.
Making her way up the couple steps to the front entrance, Whitley laughed, "Oh honey please. Looks like Daylin and I will be drinking the champagne if you can't come up with something better than that. And plus.. what do you think elevators are for?" Pulling the door open, Coop made her way inside, letting the door go. Why would she hold it open for him? That's just.. not her thing. Walking through the main lobby, the clicking of Whitley's heels echoed around the room and then came to an abrupt stop as she leaned forward and pressed the little elevator button. It was only her favorite thing to do. Leave it to Whitley..
The little bell chimed and the elevator's doors glided open, "Ooh, Oliverr, hurry up or you will be walking up six flights of stairs, baybiee." Patience? Yeah.. that wasn't one of Whitley's things either.
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Post by Oliver Young on Jul 12, 2007 2:08:44 GMT -5
Yeah, she did have a point. Princess would rather use the lift than owe anything to the less-than-picture-perfect male beside her. Shrugging, he followed her inside, pulling open the door once she let it shut behind her. So she was pissed at him, that much was clear. But Oliver was used to this after all the time he'd spent with Daylin. He quickened his pace as she threatened him with walking up six flights of stairs. Not that he'd mind the exercise, but the lift was so much easier. And God forbid she hold it for him like a human being, that'd be too easy.
Once they reached the six floor, he filed out of the elevator behind her. She had to unlock the suite door, after all. His curiosity grew as they neared #602. Would Daylin be there? And if so, was he in for a tackleraping? So many questions.
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 2:26:16 GMT -5
Whitley walked off the elevator, making sure not to let her heel hit the crack, because that's all she needed, a pair of gorgeous shoes with fucked up heels. Pushing him aside, because of course she couldn't go around him to get to the door, she had to go through him, Coop reached in her purse and pulled out the key, swiping it through and pushing down on the handle. She could hear Daylin singing from the second she swung open the door. Great.
Turning around she glanced back at Oliver before fully entering the hotel room and spotting Daylin enjoying her Hannah Montana a little too much, "Babyyygirll, you're really gonna have to stop with that. Or I might not be able to bring your favorite people over to see you." Pointing her finger at Oliver, she swung her arm around so that she was now pointing at Daylin. Meet.. the girl you like more than me. Have fun. "I'm going to.. go change." And then crawl under the covers and die.. Leaving the two of them in the living room, Whitley made her way across the room and into her bedroom, not bothering to close the door. She actually wasn't planning on changing at all.
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Post by Oliver Young on Jul 12, 2007 2:39:07 GMT -5
Okay, so Whitley was rivaling her best friend in bitch right now. Oliver wasn't even so sure as to what he'd done to set her off, but then again, with Coop and Dee, it didn't take much (or anything, for that matter). Once she'd shoved him aside, he just kinda lingered a couple feet behind her, sure to steer clear of any swinging purses or what have you.
He heard some angelic vocals emitting from within the confines of the suite. And once he stepped inside, he immediately realised who was making said noises. Who else but his favourite person in the world, Daylin? Smiling, he offered her a little half-arsed wave. "Hey there, love. It's been awhile." Oliver watched as Whitley walked away to go change. What she was wearing seemed fine, but maybe she wanted to get more comfortable. He shrugged it off and turned his attention to DC.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 2:52:11 GMT -5
There was some cheesy Lifetime movie playing on the plasma in their little common room, muted so that nothing disrupted the streaming commotion that was Hannah Montana's voice. It blared from the surround sound, reaching Daylin all the way in the kitchenette with worthy intensity.
Mmmmmm... chocolate chipss... She stuck the silver spoon into her mouth again, using those superior oral skills to lick the remainder of the cookie dough off of the kitchen utensil. Once it was clean, she stuck it back into the carton she'd bought at the store earlier that day, resuming her Hannah Montana dance, made all the more tempting by her attire. Tonight, it consisted of her comfy clothes: a pair of lime green lacey boyshorts and a hot pink &&lime green matching lacey bra. Oooh, sexayy.
She'd kept her makeup basic, just enough to be seen in public without feeling totally hideous: some light powder, mascara, and nude lipgloss. DC's platinum mane was up in a messy chignon of sorts, stray strands falling out everywhere.
"Nobody's perfect/I gotta work it/Again and again to get it rightt" she sang out, picking up the cookie dough spoon again so she could use it as a microphone.
So sue her, her guilty pleasure happened to be Disney artists. But hell, just about every single one of her friends knew about said 'secret' and she flaunted it at will. And who cares what people her age have to say about her music taste? Daylin's fuckin' hott, she can get away with anything.
Turning around when she heard her beloved roomie's voice over the poppy tune. "Ehmygawdd... you //didn't//!!" she screeched, referring to whom Dayling KNEW she'd brought along. "Olliee!!!" she tossed the spoon into the sink and sprinted over to her beloved British guy, jumping up and throwing her arms around him in a massive hug.
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 3:08:20 GMT -5
Seeing what Daylin was wearing only made Whitley walk to her bedroom faster. Compared to DC, Whitley was dressed like an eskimo in Antartica. But.. whenever Daylin was home.. that's kind of what she always wore, so it was no big surprise.
Throwing her purse onto her bed, she leaned over and took her shoes off before placing them back on a shelf in her closet and pushing through the massive amounts of clothes within. Pulling out a pair of hotpink VS sweat pants, she slid off her jeans and pulled on the sweats, making sure to perfectly roll the bottoms. Along with the pants, she reached her arms up and removed the halter top, only to replace the brown top with an almost identical white one.. it just matched better. Yeah?
Sighing, Whitley gathered her hair and pulled it up in a high ponytail before walking back out into the kitchen. After spotting the cookie dough, Coop rounded the bar and grabbed another spoon from the drawer and scooped into the cookie goodness. "Mmm. Deelishh." Yeah, it was pretty obvious why DC and Coop were best friends.
Turning around, Whitley ran her fingers over the bottles of alcohol until she wrapped those little fingers around the champange. "You still owe me, Olivee." And she wasn't one to forget it, either.
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Post by Oliver Young on Jul 12, 2007 12:03:10 GMT -5
Oliver was, to say the least, happy to see the beautiful Daylin in nothing but her knickers. And before he knew it, she was hugging him, some god-awful Disney music still blaring in the background. He wrapped his arms about her, returning the gesture gladly. Though he was closer to DC than he was to Coop, he hadn't seen her in awhile either. "How've you been, love?" he asked her with a friendly smile.
Once the hugging had come to an end, he turned his attention to the gorgeous girl in the kitchen. Coop had changed into something more comfortable, which Oliver had no objections to. He walked over to her, eyebrows raised curiously. "Oh yeah? And what do I owe you, Miss Cooper?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest in a defiant manner.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 12:15:24 GMT -5
"I've been superr greatt," Daylin told him as she gave him an affectionate squeeze. Hey, he's a sexy boy. Releasing him from her python-like death grip a few moments later, she walked back into the kitchen to where Coop was going at the cookie dough.
"It's fab, rightt??" she asked her bestie, taking her spoon and having another bite of the delish foodstuffs.
She jumped up onto the counter, crossing her legs as they dangled off the edge of the granite. This position meant better access to said cookie dough. Not that little Miss size O needed any fattening cookie mix, but she could just take a trip to the bathroom in a few minutes while Ollie &&Coop were canoodling.
Yeah, that's right, canoodling. Because it wasn't like their flirting was //subtle//. Honestlyy.
But that didn't mean her bestie could just, like, have him. Because what if Day still wanted to hook up with him sometimes, huhh? That'd mean Oliver was cheating on her roomie, and that was //soo// only acceptable when Daylin did it.
She watched the two out of the corner of her eye, still licking the cookie dough-covered silver spoon. |
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 12:26:03 GMT -5
Coop watched Oliver and Daylin hug, how could she surviveee like this? The cookie dough helped.. Digging her spoon back into the doughy-goodness, Whitley shoved it in her mouth, flipping the spoon upside down in her mouth and eying the two again.
Ohyay, he was walking towards her now. What an attention whore, Whitley was. Pulling the spoon out of her mouth slowly, Coop grinned childishly up at him. "I dunnooo, be creativeee. Rightt?" Pushing the bottle of champagne against his chest, Whitley placed the spoon in the sink and turned to Daylin, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck and hugging her tight. Yeah, she liked having her bestie as her roommate. But.. things would get awkward if something happened with Oliver. "Heyy sexayy. Shopping tomorroww. Just you and mee. You digg?"
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Post by Oliver Young on Jul 12, 2007 14:01:33 GMT -5
Oliver curiously raised his eyebrows as the champagne was shoved into his possession. So he wouldn't have to work for it... hmm. He watched as Coop walked over to Daylin and hugged her. A grin on his charming British-born face, he popped it open, taking a sip straight from the bottle. Man, management had good taste in champagne. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed out three champagne glasses of the set of four and poured each one, leaving the two for the girls and taking his into the living room. Having a seat on the couch, he flipped on the tele, changing channels until he found MTV. Some video countdown. Hopefully, theirs would make top 5. But the show was only on #12... some hiphop bullshit.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 12, 2007 14:20:16 GMT -5
Daylin smiled anxiously, winding her thin arms around her bestie and squeezing her tight. "Ofcoursee!! &&lunch too, kayy??" This would be one of the many reasons why Day //loved// living with Coop.
She let go and hopped off the counter once Oliver poured them some champagne. "Oooohhh, some bubblehh!!" she squealed excitedly, picking up one of the glasses and clinking it with Coop's before taking a sip. "Mmmmmm... tastehh." She walked into the room Ollie had ventured into.
Jumping onto the couch beside him, she curled up next to her fuckbuddy. "Oooh... what're we watchingg?? Is your video on here??" she asked, sort of rambling as she'd been drinking beers since noon. She wasn't //drunk//, she was more tipsyy. |
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Post by Whitley Cooper on Jul 12, 2007 14:39:45 GMT -5
"Oooh, lunch would be amazing, baybeee. It'saa datee." Before she picked up the glass, Whitley took her hair down and then pushed it back up into a ponytail, it felt loose, maybe she just needed to put in some more hair spray.. Gracefully picking up the flute, Coop clinked glasses with her bestie and followed her into the living room. Seeing how the ohsoamazing pop music was still blaring from the stereo, Whit made it her job to quickly press the power button and then headed back towards the two friends of hers.
She would've sat on the couch, but she had grown somewhat attached to that huge comfy armchair in the corner. Sliding into the armchair, well it was more like a love seat wannabe lazy boy, but it's all good. Pulling knees up to her chest, Coop sipped at her champagne and focused on the television. She felt a little bad, seeing how her and Oliver's convo about it earlier didn't exactly go so well. Hopefully, he didn't hate her for it.
Hopping up from her chair, Whitley made her way back into the kitchen, fetching the bottle of Jager and a shot glass. Oh, come on, it wasn't a party until you had some Jagerrr. Shuffling back into the living room, Whitley took a seat in front of the coffee table and set the glass bottle down along with the shot glass. Downing the rest of her champagne, Coop placed it down also and then pulled off the top to the bottle. "And who'sss taking shots with meee?" Whipping her head around, she looked at the two and smiled lifting the bottle of Jager up and showing it to them.
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