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babydracoso I found this in my files
It's a Seb/Di thingie. It's not the thing I was talking about before, it's a different one. I guess I have more written about them than I remembered.
Chapter One
“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.” - Marilyn Monroe
“I have a reservation. It's under Dodgson, Charlie Dodgson.” Dianna glances around the hotel lobby nervously as the receptionist taps a few keys. She hands over her credit card for verification without removing the sunglasses that hide her dark rimmed, bloodshot eyes. Her face is un made up and her hair is dirty and tied back in a plain knot, everything to discourage people from noticing her or realizing who she is. She takes the keys and follows the bellhop up to the room that will be her home until she can arrange a better situation. Some of her friends had come over to the house that morning and helped her clear out her stuff, quietly transporting her to the room her management had booked yesterday. She tips the guy and locks and deadbolts the door behind him.
She takes a few essential things out of her bags, toothbrush, face and body washes, shampoo, makeup, pajamas, her computer, camera,Ipod and phone. She turns the tv on and clicks over to a Simpsons rerun just for the background noise as she inspects the room for cleanliness and strips for a shower. Padding to the bathroom in her shower shoes, Dianna pulls the elastic out of her hair, and arranges her cosmetics and shampoos before she can face herself in the mirror. She dispassionately takes photos of the bruises on her neck , arms and shoulders. A friend had already documented them, but she wants her own copies just in case.
It isn't until she finally gets under the hot water that she allows tears to come. And then it's as if they are never going to stop.
Sebastian leans against the bar and scans the crowd with disinterest. He's been dragged there by his best friends and his goal is to get drunk as fast as possible to convince them he's having a good time.
“I don't want to go to a club,” Sebastian protests as Chace and Jessica steered him out the door.
“Now I know you're not yourself,” Chace replies. “You've been working hard, you need a break.”
So there he is, idly sipping a martini and listening to Jess gossip, while hoping Chace won't come back with a bunch of girls he'll have to pretend to be interested in. He's learned most of the girls wouldn't be worth it, as much as he likes the attention and he is tired of taking that gamble. Besides, his eyes are already drawn to the blonde laughing with her friends at a corner table. The way she tilts her head, the way her eyes flash, she has a magnetizing presence that sets her apart from the other beautiful blondes in the room. He scopes out her body when she gets up to dance with her dark haired friend. She's small breasted and athletic, tapering down to a curvy ass outlined by her skirt, and strong dancer's legs.
“Her?” Chace raises an eyebrow. “Okay. Be right back.”
“No- I -” Sebastian sighs. Chace and Jess have already danced up to the girls and started talking to them. Sebastian takes a drink to steady his nerves because she's there and trying to shake his hand.
“This is Dianna Agron, Dianna, this is my best friend Sebastian Stan,” Chace explains, and gesturing to the dark haired friend, “And Lea Michele.”
“Right, from Glee,” Seb says as he shakes Dianna's delicate, tanned hand. No wedding band or engagement ring, but now that he's connected the face to the name, he remembers the gossip items about her recent breakup. “And Lea, I know you. We used to go to camp together, at Stagedoor Manor.”
“Oh my god, we did,” Lea says. “You were older but yeah, I totally remember that.”
“Lea, come with me and get a drink?” Chace says. She glances at the other two, and smirks knowingly but she goes with him anyway. “Hey, Jess?” Chace adds pointedly.
“So. Um.” Sebastian flushes and tries to hide it by taking another sip. “I was working up the nerve to come up to you when my supposed best friend made the decision for me.”
“I was doing the same thing,” she admits. “My friend- she dragged me out tonight, she thinks I'd hide in my room otherwise.”
“Why would you do that?” he asks. “You don't strike me as all that shy.”
“I had no idea you were scared to talk to girls,” she counters.
“Not all of them, just beautiful ones.”
“For your information,” Dianna says, “I just got through a really bad breakup. I am literally hiding from the guy.”
“Oh...” Sebastian says awkwardly. He fiddles with the stem of his martini glass. “Would a drink make it better?”
“Well yeah. Are you buying?” She shifts closer, looking up at him coolly. She has wide brown eyes, long lashes. He can see down the front of her dress, she's wearing a lacy bra that matches her outfit. Her panties probably match too, she seemes like the type who wouldn't leave the house without totally coordinating. He gets lightheaded thinking about her sans dress.
“Yes?” Sebastian ventures.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” She smirks.
“Asking,” Sebastian says. He has a feeling she doesn't like to be told. “Would you like to get a drink with me? That I would pay for?”
“Yes, Sebastian, I would,” Dianna says. “But if we're going to a second location, we're all going as a group.”
“I just thought we could go into the restaurant,” Sebastian explains. The goal of a date with a girl you like is to get her alone, of course. The club is part of a complex, a hotel, a restaurant and a club. “I'd love to get to know you in a place we can hear ourselves talk.”
It's a Seb/Di thingie. It's not the thing I was talking about before, it's a different one. I guess I have more written about them than I remembered.
Chapter One
“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.” - Marilyn Monroe
“I have a reservation. It's under Dodgson, Charlie Dodgson.” Dianna glances around the hotel lobby nervously as the receptionist taps a few keys. She hands over her credit card for verification without removing the sunglasses that hide her dark rimmed, bloodshot eyes. Her face is un made up and her hair is dirty and tied back in a plain knot, everything to discourage people from noticing her or realizing who she is. She takes the keys and follows the bellhop up to the room that will be her home until she can arrange a better situation. Some of her friends had come over to the house that morning and helped her clear out her stuff, quietly transporting her to the room her management had booked yesterday. She tips the guy and locks and deadbolts the door behind him.
She takes a few essential things out of her bags, toothbrush, face and body washes, shampoo, makeup, pajamas, her computer, camera,Ipod and phone. She turns the tv on and clicks over to a Simpsons rerun just for the background noise as she inspects the room for cleanliness and strips for a shower. Padding to the bathroom in her shower shoes, Dianna pulls the elastic out of her hair, and arranges her cosmetics and shampoos before she can face herself in the mirror. She dispassionately takes photos of the bruises on her neck , arms and shoulders. A friend had already documented them, but she wants her own copies just in case.
It isn't until she finally gets under the hot water that she allows tears to come. And then it's as if they are never going to stop.
Sebastian leans against the bar and scans the crowd with disinterest. He's been dragged there by his best friends and his goal is to get drunk as fast as possible to convince them he's having a good time.
“I don't want to go to a club,” Sebastian protests as Chace and Jessica steered him out the door.
“Now I know you're not yourself,” Chace replies. “You've been working hard, you need a break.”
So there he is, idly sipping a martini and listening to Jess gossip, while hoping Chace won't come back with a bunch of girls he'll have to pretend to be interested in. He's learned most of the girls wouldn't be worth it, as much as he likes the attention and he is tired of taking that gamble. Besides, his eyes are already drawn to the blonde laughing with her friends at a corner table. The way she tilts her head, the way her eyes flash, she has a magnetizing presence that sets her apart from the other beautiful blondes in the room. He scopes out her body when she gets up to dance with her dark haired friend. She's small breasted and athletic, tapering down to a curvy ass outlined by her skirt, and strong dancer's legs.
“Her?” Chace raises an eyebrow. “Okay. Be right back.”
“No- I -” Sebastian sighs. Chace and Jess have already danced up to the girls and started talking to them. Sebastian takes a drink to steady his nerves because she's there and trying to shake his hand.
“This is Dianna Agron, Dianna, this is my best friend Sebastian Stan,” Chace explains, and gesturing to the dark haired friend, “And Lea Michele.”
“Right, from Glee,” Seb says as he shakes Dianna's delicate, tanned hand. No wedding band or engagement ring, but now that he's connected the face to the name, he remembers the gossip items about her recent breakup. “And Lea, I know you. We used to go to camp together, at Stagedoor Manor.”
“Oh my god, we did,” Lea says. “You were older but yeah, I totally remember that.”
“Lea, come with me and get a drink?” Chace says. She glances at the other two, and smirks knowingly but she goes with him anyway. “Hey, Jess?” Chace adds pointedly.
“So. Um.” Sebastian flushes and tries to hide it by taking another sip. “I was working up the nerve to come up to you when my supposed best friend made the decision for me.”
“I was doing the same thing,” she admits. “My friend- she dragged me out tonight, she thinks I'd hide in my room otherwise.”
“Why would you do that?” he asks. “You don't strike me as all that shy.”
“I had no idea you were scared to talk to girls,” she counters.
“Not all of them, just beautiful ones.”
“For your information,” Dianna says, “I just got through a really bad breakup. I am literally hiding from the guy.”
“Oh...” Sebastian says awkwardly. He fiddles with the stem of his martini glass. “Would a drink make it better?”
“Well yeah. Are you buying?” She shifts closer, looking up at him coolly. She has wide brown eyes, long lashes. He can see down the front of her dress, she's wearing a lacy bra that matches her outfit. Her panties probably match too, she seemes like the type who wouldn't leave the house without totally coordinating. He gets lightheaded thinking about her sans dress.
“Yes?” Sebastian ventures.
“Are you asking me or telling me?” She smirks.
“Asking,” Sebastian says. He has a feeling she doesn't like to be told. “Would you like to get a drink with me? That I would pay for?”
“Yes, Sebastian, I would,” Dianna says. “But if we're going to a second location, we're all going as a group.”
“I just thought we could go into the restaurant,” Sebastian explains. The goal of a date with a girl you like is to get her alone, of course. The club is part of a complex, a hotel, a restaurant and a club. “I'd love to get to know you in a place we can hear ourselves talk.”
