[center][h3][color=springgreen]Jeremiah Howard Tomers[/color] and [color=red]Clarrisa Nikolina Price [/color][/h3]
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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Dallas's Apartment/The Party
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b]Clarrisa Price([@GoddessSophia] and Jay Tomers[/center][hr][hr]
[color=springgreen]“Yeah, I just followed some people.” [/color]Jay commenting, chuckling as he did so. He found it funny for some odd reason.
Then, as Clarissa would gesture Jay to follow her a few meters over to the drinks table, he followed with a nod. The table had all sorts of alcohol beverages. Jay couldn’t had been surprised at that since this was indeed a party with many underage teenagers and young adults. In fact, Jay half-expected that there would be nothing but alcohol. It wasn’t that he had any problem with them. It wasn’t the drinks that mattered to him; it was the company. As it stood now, the company he had was nigh-perfect.

[color=springgreen]“Yes, I would. Thank you,”[/color] Jay said with a smile, taking a cup of what smelt like some kind of beer.  

Over the course of the next half-minute, Jay took little sips of the beer, swallowing it bitterly. Apparently he didn’t enjoy the not-so-sweet aftertaste it had. Still, he kept on taking little sips as not to seems rude. Besides, the drink didn’t matter to him. It was being in Clarissa’s company. 

It was silent for probably a few seconds and Jay found himself looking at the outfit that Clarissa was wearing. It wad definitely a cute one -- one that suited her perfectly. For some reason, the simple skirt and top was a good match for her natural beauty. The way her brown locks fell rightly in place made Jay smile yet again. Even more so, he found himself moving slightly closer to her.

When she would ask him where he grew up at, Jay’s face went blank out of surprise. He didn’t expect that. [color=springgreen]“Oh, well,”[/color] Jay said, half-nervously pausing his words for a moment and scratching his head, [color=springgreen]“I grew up in Las Vegas,”[/color] Jay said, answering her question. 

Jay felt off about revealing that. It wasn’t because he had trouble revealing where he was from; that was never the problem. The problem laid in what happened during his years living in Las Vegas. The only people that really knew what went on during his time there were his dad, step mom, and of course his goddess mother, Demeter. Inside, Jay felt that he might seem like a weirdo if anyone were to know anymore than the bare basic of things.

[color=springgreen]“How about you?”[/color] Jay asked Clarissa, trying to move along the conversation as much as he possibly could.

Clarissa heard his soft chuckle and couldn't help but smile lightly [color=red]"Well, you followed the right crowd." [/color] she let out a soft giggle, laughing with him at the fact he followed some people. [color=red] "I should have told you, where the party was in the first place, It slipped my mind for some reason." [/color]

[color=springgreen]“It’s fine,”[/color] Jay said, assuring Clarissa that there was no problem [color=springgreen] “I made it and that’s all that matters, right?”[/color] Jay said, smiling.

[color=red] "You're right, you made it here." [/color] Clarissa acknowledged with a smile.

Once they were near the table, Clarissa noticed him reaching for a glass of bear, whilst she reached for a glass of punch. [color=red] "You're welcome." [/color] she noticed the look on his face as he took a first few sips and she tried not to giggle. [color=red] "You don't drink huh?" [/color] she noted that he was new to this kind of scene. He didn't seem like the type of guy who would go out and drink heavily anyways. As she sipped on the fruity-yet alcoholic beverage; she noticed Jay taking in her outfit. Clarissa bit her lower lip as she saw him move bit closer but she smiled gently.

A blushing red appeared on Jay’s face, as if embarrassed that he wasn’t the type to drink. Jay didn’t say anything, as he was still embarrassed at the fact that he was half-choking on just a few sips of the beer he had in his hand.

Seeing him start chocking, she gently patted his back [color=red] "Easy there, don't need you chocking on your first few sips." [/color] she teased him playfully but smiled gently [color=red] "Are you okay?" [/color] she asked him with a soft smile.She seemed surprised when he said Las Vegas [color=red] "That seems cool, You don't seem like the L.A type, more like Spanish maybe if I had to guess. Maybe it's the tan." [/color] she complimented Jay with a soft smile.

A slight chuckle came from Jay. It wasn’t that what she said was something that he hadn’t heard before. It was the complete opposite actually. Every time he would tell someone that was from Las Vegas that he grew up there, they would say something like that. At times, he found it funny. Like, did he really give off that impression of someone who wasn’t the fancy, Las Vegas, LA type? Perhaps it was the way he gave himself away(or a lack thereof); perhaps it was, as Clarissa pointed out, his dark skin.

Hearing his question;Clarissa leaned against the table slightly as she looked at Jay [color=red] "Well, my father works for the Navy, so we moved around a lot. But I was born in New York, we actually moved back last summer again. I think I prefer it than most places, feels like home." [/color] she explained her situation a bit to Jay with a soft smile.[color=red] "Although, this is home for me too, in a way." [/color] Clarissa added after a few seconds.

A genuine look of intrigue appeared on Jay’s face as he took more sips of his beer. He hadn’t thought of her of being the daughter of a Navy Operative. It was definitely a surprise to Jay finding that out as seen by the expression on his face.[color=springgreen] “Sounds like you have seen more of the world then most people our age,”[/color] Jay said, smiling and chuckling, [color=springgreen]“what I wouldn’t give to had to lived outside of Vegas for at least one month,” [/color]he said, a strong hint of disappointment within his voice.
As she saw his surprised expression, she smiled gently and she nodded [color=red] "That sounds about right, it's not like we had a choice. He always got deported to different stations with the Navy. Sometimes I hated it, to be honest. It's hard not to get attached to one place for too long." [/color] she admited with a soft smile. [color=red] "I guess, I can see where that's coming from. Living in one place for too long, must be bit boring I suppose." [/color] she spoke softly before she sipped on her punch some more.

[color=springgreen]“Oh how selfish of me to say, I‘m sorry,”[/color] Jay instantly apologized, somewhat looking away taking quick, rapid sips of his drink. He must have sounded like an insensitive jerk. He didn’t even think about what he was saying. Jay didn’t even think that Clarissa might had wanted to be in his situation and stay in one location her entire, pre-demigod life. [color=springgreen][I]Great, you probably just ruined any chance of further conversation with her. Great going, Jay.[/I][/color] His smile then went to a half-frown, eyes looking down at his drink.

Clarissa gently shook her head; even though her smile faded away slightly [color=red] "That's fine....I suppose, you're not the only one who would think that.I don't blame you for thinking I'd prefer to stay in one place....being the daughter of a Navy Operative, isn't always the best. It has it's perks...but it can get on your nerves too." [/color] she breathed out. She noticed the change of his expression and she pursed her lips in thought and sipped on her drink; as if that would ease out the slight tension in the air.

Just as he thought that he messed things up permanently, there was something that Clarissa said that caused Jay to raise an eyebrow, [color=springgreen][I]So, she too knew that feeling -- the feeling of having stressful annoyances from her father?Maybe there‘s still some hope for me after all..[/I][/color]

As Jay rose a slight eyebrow at her; Clarissa bit her lower lip but gave him a sympathetic smile; maybe too sympathetic for her true persona. But it seemed like they understood how hard it was being the son or daughter to their fathers. Not everything was perfect...not for people like them anyway.

[color=springgreen]“You should try being the son of a renowned chef who always tried to push his career path on you,” [/color]Jay said, suddenly speaking.  Jay leaned back against the table, his eyes looking to the sky. If only for a moment, there could be a tear coming out of Jay’s right eye, [color=springgreen]“I always thought he was so annoying -- my dad that is. He pushed me towards being a chef so much that it got on every one of my nerves. I always felt that he didn’t see me as a son and more like someone who could carry on the Tomers name. It’s probably a bit stupid for me to say,”[/color] Jay laughed. As he was spoke about how his father made him feel, he found it funny, especially considering where he was now.

She rose a slight eyebrow, he was the son of a Chef? Now that was interesting...she didn't see that coming.[color=red] "Seems like you know what it's like to have a father that annoys you then. My father wasn't the one to push me into things...just when it came to moving. I can't even count how many times we argued about moving from one country to another...from one state to another and so forth. It was always the same with him." [/color] she sighed with a slight shrug off her shoulders. [color=red] "But I suppose, your father being a chef would cause different misunderstandings and pressures. Seems like you came far then...."[/color] she breathed out softly, her brown eyes focused on taking in his expressions as they talked.

They seemed to have common ground -- well, at least about how their father’s annoy the crap out of them. So, perhaps that’s at least something.  There was something about the way she said that made jay think there was already some kind of bond between them. Be it shared experiences of having that kind of father or just sharing stories about said fathers. Whatever it was, Jay found himself laughing. It was a cheerful laugh — a happy one that gave off the emotion of relief. 

When Jay let out his cheerful and happy laugh; Clarissa couldn't help but smile. There was something about his laugh that made her feel at ease and warm inside. There was just something sweet about him and something genuine. Trying to compare him to other guys, he was different yet they had an understanding. Similar case was with Zeke, but their ego's were far to same for her to call him 'different.'

When she commented about how far he came, Jay looked at her once more, [color=springgreen] “yeah, I guess the academy is pretty far from Las Vegas; definitely way away from all of the glitz and glamour,”[/color] He laughed, unconsciously moving his body closer almost the point of his body and Clarissa’s touching.

Seeing his body move closer to hers; Clarissa felt her breath catch in the back of her throat; her brown eyes gazing into his green eyes for a few moments in silence. It was like she was lost for words for a few moments; him being close to her was bit distracting but also felt nice. [color=red] "Yeah...definitely far....away..." [/color] she breathed out,almost like she didn't even hear what he just said. 

For an obvious reason, Jay’s stomach was all in a flutter. He felt the sweat from his hands increase as the closeness between his body and hers did. He felt his heartbeat rise and rise as if it were housing infinite amounts of yeast, yet he didn’t feel like he could back away. No, that’s not entirely correct. It’s not that Jay couldn’t, but he wouldn’t.  There was something that spoke to him about this moment — about how something foreign to him was in his grasp. It was about how there was something that was about to happen that he couldn’t explain. Even more so, it was something that, whether he wanted to or not, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

And then it happened.

Jay felt something on his chest. It was hard, yet at the same time, soft as a silk mattress. That wasn’t the only place he felt something on. He felt his legs being lightly pressed up against something. He felt some kind of fabric press softly against his blue jeans. When it consciously came to him, Jay saw darkness and he felt something against his lip. [color=springgreen][I]Another pair of lips?[/I][/color] That’s when Jay slowly opened up his eyes and he realized he had done the one thing that he never thought he would do. Well, at least not without some kind of warning first. He had went in for a soft, lips-to-lips kiss to Clarissa.

Clarissa was just looking into his eyes; and before she knew it her body was leaning against his gently and his lips soon found hers in a soft kiss. She felt the butterflies in her stomach arise; she looked surprised as she hadn't expected Jay to move in for a kiss, but at the same time she liked it. She had to admit that his lips felt soft and that he was actually a good kisser; despite the fact that the kiss didn't last long enough for her to respond fully.

As he then realized what he just did, Jay instantly pulled away, his face as red as a beet. He didn’t know what came over him. He was one-hundred percent and completely embarrassed. He took a few steps back and bumped into the table, almost knocking it over. He just was so out of it, completely surprised at what he had just done. Jay’s next move was to start walking away, but his legs wouldn’t respond. The fact of the matter was that his entire body was frozen still out of pure anxiety of the situation, more so if Clarissa would do something horrible to him. Oh Gods, the worst thoughts definitely entered his mind.

She couldn't help but blink in surprise for a few moments, biting her lower lip. The taste of his lips on hers made her own tingle for a few moments.When he stepped back, bumping into the table her hand reached out gently catching his wrist to help keep his balance  [color=red] "Are you okay?" [/color] she couldn't help but question him slightly. She could make out the confusion and embarrassment on his face but she smiled at him gently. For some reason, the kiss felt right and natural. [color=red] "You don't have to be nervous...I'll admit you caught me off guard, but it felt....kind of....nice....good." [/color] she breathed out, as her cheeks turned  rouge as she basically said she liked the kiss.

[color=springgreen]“I’m fine,” [/color]Jay said, taking her hand as to adjust his balance thanks in full part to Clarissa’s giving hand, [color=springgreen]“thanks,”[/color] Jay said.

Clarissa smiled at him gently when he said he was fine. [color=red] "You're welcome." [/color] she said softly, keeping her hand in his. Her hand was soft and tender in his own; it seemed to fit in his hand like a missing piece of puzzle. She squeezed his hand gently for reassurance.

As he gathered himself, Jay heard what she said about him not having to be nervous, but he couldn’t help it. [color=springgreen]“I’m sorry,”[/color] Jay apologized; though he’s not even sure what he was doing it for. [color=springgreen]“I’m not the kind of guy who does this kind of thing. I don’t make the first move, yet I did. “[/color] Jay said, not really nervous or anxious or anything of the sort. It was more him saying that he wasn’t that kind of guy who made the first move.

As he spoke, Jay was still unsure why he was even saying them. Even though they were true, he had to, at least on [I]some[/I] level, knew what he was doing. Be it some strings of some type of emotions pulling him towards her or an unaware desire that he had deep within of wanting to kiss her. As he was within his own thoughts, Jay definitely overlooked the part of her saying that she liked it.

Clarissa listened to him speak; her brown eyes were soft as she was reading his expression, watching those soft lips move with each word he spoke. Her past desires to mess with him and lure him like all those others before him, were gone. She didn't know why, but she just couldn't do that to him...for some reason. He was apologizing....clearly he seemed to over-look the fact that she liked the kiss. She didn't blame him for being lost in his own thoughts and over-looking that fact. For a moment she wondered if there was something she could do to emphasize that point.

Taking a soft breath, her free hand reached out touching his cheek as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, in another soft kiss; she wasn't sure if he would push her away, freeze up or do something else. But it was worth a shot...maybe her kissing him, would tell him that she liked the fact that he made the first move.

As her other hand came up to his cheek, Jay couldn’t leave the gaze of her brown eyes. It was like there was a magnetic pull holding him there. Then, when she leaned in, Jay thought about backing away, but what would that prove? That he was pathetic. No, he wouldn’t do that. He simply let her come in for a locking of the lips. Unlike the first time, Jay did not cut it off after a few seconds. He stayed with it, moving [I]his[/I] free hand along that respective side of her hip as to pull their bodies slightly more together. It wasn’t a rough tug, but something of the light nature.