Love Me; Chase Me(Adam)

[chantel]

Smoke filled the room. It was hard to walk in the mass of people crowding about. Fights broke out around her and even knives were pulled.

She was having a hell of a time.

Chantel was on the stage with a band she had gathered playing a song that she song reasonably well. All traces of her French accent was hidden behind the lyrics just like any artist who had an accent. She was able to get into the sleazy pub for more than one reason.

1)She was going to preform for cheap.
2)She was a girl and bouncers seem to love 'em.
2)She wasn't I.D.ed.

She wrapped up the song with a loud scream as she smiled, inhaling the cigarette smoked room. It was adrenalin pumping to perform in front of many people... many people possibly being very dangerous. Her band mate handed her a cigarette as she hopped the stage. She lit it and contributed to the already foggy space around them.

When Chantel leaned against the bar, the tender handed her a bottle of Lucky beer. Lucky was cheap, so she didn't expect a lot to come from a place like this. There wouldn't be expensive alcohol, but she didn't mind as much 'cause she never had to pay for it.

Her eyes stared up at the stage as the new band started to perform. She liked it, never was a fan of the girl pop.

[Adam Silver]

The smoggy fumes of the ash and smoke filling the air was a familiar lifestyle to walk into, Adam was used to the harshness of the outside world or even in this inside world of a "safe" bar. An accomplished past in New York meant nothing here, but he was always ready for a new start at one point or another. Starting off at an arrogant pace Adam made his way into the stead eying up the potential struggles that were milling around him, their gaze was either excitedly uninterested in him or rather they were focused on him intently watching for a concealed weapon.

Adam made his way to the bar handing the tender a fifty over the top of the counter. His own gaze more so concerned with the hotty on stage. An amused smirk sized up her features. Yes the perfect fit to his hungers, at least till he found the next best thing, but then again who could beat that sexy voice.

In no time at all she'd finished up with the assortment of her band making way to exit her stage appearance. Noting the almost bored expression as though this place wasn't good enough, even at the prospect of free beer. Psh probably just another stuck up bitch who lived in this rich place.

"Hey, can I get you a beer, or maybe just your name would be enough."

Adam smile a curious gaze whilst setting aside his cigarette.

[chantel]

"Hey, can I get you a beer, or maybe just your name would be enough."

Grey eyes shifted to the boy beside her. It was obvious he was looking her way, because there was an over weight man about mid forties beside her that reeked of horse shit. She held up her beer and gave it a slight shake to get the attention to it. That was mostly to cancel out the question of getting her a beer. The way she delivered the message, though, was nice and not mean. Why? Because Chantel didn't do mean right off the bat. She was more the type that would do it subtly and make herself seem like the third person in a bad situation. It made it so she would never lose her pawns in a battle.

"Bonjour..." Then leaning in she would kiss each cheek; normal greeting in France. Chantel was slow on getting the American custom of a simple handshake down pat. "My name is Chantel. Now I believe it only fair if you give me your name."

She said with a smile that could make anyone's stomach have butterflies. Quickly, she took a swig of her beer and set it down on the table, but still had her fingers wrapped around it. She was checking him out now. He was very good looking, but in a goon like way. Now because he was so good looking was the only reason why she was talking with him. Chantel just got out of a few years of being in an all girl school so boys were a rare commodity and if one as good looking as himself came by she wouldn't want to miss her chance. Knowing Chantel, though, fucking wasn't on her mind... but switch that around to "mind fucking" and you've got yourself her target.

Once she got his name she would simply turn to look at the crowd of people swaying back and forth in a dance-like motion. She needed to make it seem like she was somewhat uninterested to keep his attention. If she seemed too gun-ho for the guy he would probably lose interest in the game.

[Adam Silver]

"Bonjour..."

He cocked a brow suffering the tempting offer of a kiss straight off the bat. A quirky grin set in place as he leaned forward to receive, damn he loved French girls always so ready to put out. Falling short of the kiss she shifted into the cheek kissy thing. Blech, she caught him aback and off guard from that but still very far from fumbled up it seemed as though the game had begun with that simple move.

"My name is Chantel. Now I believe it only fair if you give me your name."

The grin still set in place Silver would start off himself unafraid to make contact with her features as a slow russet palm turned towards her him latching on in a confident stride like motion secure of his intentions though blank on the features aside from that well known and very dangerous smile.

"Fair? That doesn't quite work on me babe, but I'll give you something for that beautiful smile. Silver, Adam Silver." He'd wink shortly still feeling her prod off into the center of the bar with a progressively growing dancelike motion.

Was she teasing him on? She had to be because cow-dung man beside her wasn't an opportune target for such a magnificent beauty and surely she didn't have eyes for the rest of this place. Though she had been here a great deal longer than him. Settling the thoughts on his mind of insecurities and past calamities gone wrong Adam strode forward determined to get his own hold on her despite the works of her own control working at him.

"Care to dance babe?" Adam would breath at her neck taking up a position in close proximity behind her following the girl's movements. Because face it, to some degree dancing was like fighting and Adam was good at fighting.

[chantel]

When she felt him getting very close, a smile that was almost sinister spread over her lips. She was winning.

"Care to dance babe?"

Chantel turned to face him as she hooked a thumb into the waistband of his pants, tugging... pulling him further into the crowd. She would dance with him, and he could think of it as winning as much as he would like, but really she was just wrapping him around her finger.

The song changed as did the band. Once she was deep in the crowd she would let go of his pants and slid them to his hips. She pressed her pelvis to his as she swayed her hips slowly to the fast paced song. It was only to get a lot of friction between them. It would only drive the boy nuts getting all this physical attraction. If she didn't give him enough to taste he wouldn't want to try with her. Chantel needs him to stay... She wants him to keep coming to her without having to put out. If she put out, then it would have potential to ruin her already thought out plans. She wasn't sure how she was going to use him in her game yet, but when the chance came, she was sure it would come to her.

But right now she was working on getting the boy excited...

[Adam Silver]

Excitement was certainly one way to put it, the sharp inclination of the heart rate beating to the subtle throb of the beat playing at his chest rhythmically settling his notions of pressing further but as he'd gone into this without any particular plan in mind he had to come ot with something on the other end and while their minds weren't on the same mental link Adam had his own kind of plans in mind that may not have ended in a lust filled evening but rather a glory filled future.

No doubt he'd seen this girl before, yes on many levels she looked familiar, perhaps from school the jostle of a book-bag or a shady seat towards the back of a class whilst his lips blabbered on some sarcastic mock at the teacher. Regardless of where they'd crossed before he could put two and two together forming the ultimate equation.

Pretty girl + Popular = Adam Silver School Captain _Playboy

Yes he had his sights aimed for fame regardless of who got trashed in his wake now the game came into play of tantalizing the girl with his own wiles. No doubt in his mind that he'd already been winning with the off set of his charming looks and grandeur entrance, but now was time to play aback the busy social life.

Proceeding on with the dance he took what of it enjoying the little frolic with great pleasure feeling up the extent of her body knowing her curves quite well and the skills she possessed.

A hand curiously coming up to cup her chin with acute patience, "So babe hows about...one second.."

Adam took a step back receiving his phone to hold it up to his ear, the space and thusly spell broken for a beat as he apparently made to listen intently.

"Alright I'll be on my way."

A short somewhat cautious grin on his face reassuring, "So I've got to go, sorry I can't spend more time with you..." He said quickly heading off towards the door before sharply turning back as though he'd forgotten something.

"I'll see you round right?" He asked with a bit of a grin sure of the reply already from experience.

Regardless of the answer he'd send her a wink and turn out to either be let free or chased down, of course things were always changing.

[chantel]

She pulled away from him as he answered his phone.. and just like that he was heading out. She smiled and nodded to his question as he winked and left. Now her plans wouldn't work if she didn't have the guy. If you think Chantel was the type to chase after the guy, you are heavily mistaken.

Cocking a brow she left to the bathroom, now in a more quiet atmosphere. She grabbed her cell phone and called her driver.

<<Chapin? Un garçon quitte le club. Pouvez-vous me faire une faveur...>>

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Smoke Billowed from the man's nose as he leaned against the limo. He had brought Chantel to the bar earlier... She insisted on playing a gig. Chapin wasn't paid to question, only paid to drive her and do what ever she wanted on a whim. And speak of the devil. His phone rang in his pocket and he rolled his eyes as he saw the call display.

<<Allo, oui?>>

He listened to her request and the description of a boy who had just left the club. He complied and hung up the phone with a little sigh. He watched for the stranger and finally found who she was talking about. He got into his limo and drove around in the parking lot. Once he looped around and was heading towards the boy, he would pick up some speed and when the boy would cross a pedestrian... he would keep driving rather than stopping. This way he would hit him, but not enough to cause any real damage. He was hoping the boy was Chantel letting her know it was done.

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Chantel smiled when Chapin agreed to stop Adam from leaving. As she closed her phone she headed for the door and would watch Adam walk away. Her eyes shot to the limo that was meant to hit him... and sure enough, Chapin fell through. He needs a raise... She got the vibration in her pocket, no doubtingly Chapin telling her he had gone through with it. She then put on the charade and ran to the scene in a panicked matter.

"Chapin! Why were you not paying attention!? she yelled as he had got out of the drivers seat to inspect the situation. He rolled his eyes and gave a shrug. Chantel ran to Adam with an apologetic expression. "Oh dear. Are you alright? I'm sorry.. sometimes he doesn't know what he is doing... you would think a driver would get used to the steering wheel being on the other side..." she said trying to comfort the boy. "But I do feel bad so is there anything I could do for you?"

[Adam Silver]

A calm stride, slow and patient, yes Adam had pulled this move several times prior and it always followed through much like magic. Two maybe three steps this one was a tough chick but he'd see soon enough she'd tag along. One...two...three... Turn.

*Thump*

"FUCK! You fucking idiot you hit me!"

Adam wobbled onto his other leg slamming the car hood with a fist before falling to the floor clasping his shin. Damnit that hurt. And of course like clockwork the beau blonde came out, except now he looked like a pussy being squashed by some car pft. Good timing Jackass.

Adam shot back a fiery glare at the driver now undoubtedly stepping forth from the car, more apologies coming from Chantel than the man himself.

"But I do feel bad so is there anything I could do for you?"

A cocked brow raised his attention forcing the forgetfulness about a certain limb wound beneath his manhood. Course now she was asking for trouble.

"Some ice would be nice, maybe a bit of attention." Adam shot a very daring grin towards her once more of course he was implying the physical sort of attention. =D?!

[chantel]

She would smile when he made a suggestion. It meant he wasn't going to sue them aaaannnnnd he was going to be spending more time with her. Now all she needed was a few more hours and she was sure she could hook him at least a little.

"Oh yeah! Of course. I think I've got some in the limo. Anything you would like. This wouldn't have happened if I didn't call my driver to pick me up at the door." she would say while walking to the door. "We can drive around for a bit until you are good to walk if that is what you wish?" the smile and wink she gave the boy after was to playful mock the way he tried teasing her earlier; though, it didn't work on her 'cause she didn't want what he wanted. She would hop into the limo, leaving the door open. If he wanted to join her, he could. It was a slight invitation. If he didn't want to, then she would simply drive off and forget about him. If he wasn't willing to do anything with her, then she would have to pick up his slack later and that simply would not do.

If he did enter the car she would grab a cloth and some ice that was chilling the champagne. Nothing fancy to heal the minor wound, but still better than nothing. Chantel then would wiggle herself fairly close to him and place the bulged cloth to his shin where she had seen the car hit.

"Does that feel better?" she would say while applying the ice to his leg. Her face taking on a pouty and comforting tone while looking him deep in the eyes.

[Adam Silver]

Driving around until he felt better? No he was expecting a little bit of slap and tickle if you get my gesture. Sitting there in the limo however he subtly hid his disappointment mood resting their gently in the car as she gently brushed his shin with ice. Flinching back he made an expression of woe. Though the contact to the side was nice and balanced out to the point it sent chills up his spine.

"Does that feel better?"

"No not really..."

He lied smoothly with a small grin sitting back with something of a mix between a pout and a satisfied victory with himself something like a child would do missing out on attention.

"Maybe if you rubbed it a bit?"

If she would of course he'd grin gingerly feeling even more victory!

[chantel]

He wanted to win..and by winning he wanted her to rub his leg. Yes... he would think he had won the round when she set down the ice and slid her hand onto his leg... not even on his shin her hands gripped his thigh and she stared rubbing it up and down... each time her hand would get higher and higher. She needed him to react... that would mean he might come back to her.

That is what she wanted.

She inched a little closer as her eyes looked very hungry for one thing..though they weren't.

"How about now?" her voice was a low whisper as her other hand reached for the button that would separate them and Chapin. She wasn't going to put out... but she didn't say she couldn't fool around

(OOC: sorrrryyyy)

[Adam Silver]

Yup he'd give her a reaction and if she went any higher she'd be sure to feel his "reaction" he hoped it wasn't an over reaction.... budum tsh... >_>

With a firm grin on his face it was evident that he was pleased albeit a bit nervous generally he was the one coming onto women not the other way around and in this case he was a bit set on the defensive. Nonetheless he was still bound to enjoy himself. Though he leaned back into her plight and cooed calmly.

"Quite, that actually feels great..."

A small chuckle as she pressed away the layer of glass between them, dayum yup he was pleased now. So much for getting hit by cars maybe he should play in traffic more often.

"But I think I'm starting to hurt a bit more here too.." A hand would move to his lips, two fingers touching them lightly as the other hand quietly moved to his crotch. Yea so what if he was a bit shy to imply a BJ. So he'd get both his bases covered just in case she noticed one and was offended than he could simply imply he wanted a kiss. There he was in the safety zone but still teetering on danger. Definitely his style.