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Ugh.

Sonny was so dull and lacking in his vocabulary it reminded Victoire of the books that she had in preschool. The fact that he was so sure that she was following him was utterly hilarious; the poor boy was delusional. Were she, well, not herself, she might have actually been somewhat bothered by his statement. The reality was that she really didn’t care for anything he said, having lost interest at around the third sentence he uttered at her.

Coming to attention as he finally stopped talking, she couldn’t help but fan herself slightly. “[color=deepskyblue]My God, the amount of crap you spewed was so boring I actually dozed off mid-conversation,[/color]” She admitted, shaking her head. “[color=deepskyblue]Does anything you have to say actually matter, or are you literally trying to bore me to death?[/color]”

[color=darkorange]”If you really want to be bored to death so badly, Vic, then just listen to a recording of your voice. I can promise you will want to shoot yourself in the head. Kind of like what I want to do right now.”[/color] Sonny more-than-willingly admitted with a smile. He lived for a lot of things and getting under Victoire’s skin was high up on that list.

Victoire scoffed at him, entertained by the fact that he was continuing to respond. It seemed they both wanted the last word, but both way too stubborn to actually let the other one have it. “[color=deepskyblue]Is that what you want to do? Because there’s a pool right there,[/color]” Her left arm pointed towards the water. “[color=deepskyblue]So you can go ahead and drown yourself. Don’t worry, no one cares enough about you to save you, so you’re home free![/color]”

And in response, Sonny offered her a smile. [color=darkorange]“Oh how it must hurt to hide your obvious love for me in such a cruel way,”[/color] he said to her, still smiling. [color=darkorange] “If you wanted to see me get all wet, Viccy, you should’ve just said so. I’m sure Diablo has a room available somewhere.”[/color] As Sonny spoke, he’d step closer to Victoire, his arm reaching out to her aimed at her waist to further tease and toy with the brunette’s mind.

His comment actually managed to get a genuine laugh out of her, so much so that she didn’t even catch the movement. “[color=deepskyblue]Wow, I mean, I know you think I’m hot, but really, Sonny, you need to be a little less obvious with your infatuation,[/color]” She said, batting her eyelashes rather dramatically. Her left hand pulled at one of the strings holding her swimsuit together, letting it snap against her skin. “[color=deepskyblue]Face it: It drives you [i]insane[/i] knowing you wanna fuck the [i]one[/i] girl you can’t have.[/color]”

This game between them was fun, but Sonny wasn’t going to allow her to see just how bothered by her comments he actually was. [color=darkorange]“So, if you’re ‘off the market’, then why haven’t you pulled away, Victoire?”[/color] Sonny asked, looking at her as serious as he could.

Her blue eyes stared right into his, unflinching, untamed. “[color=deepskyblue]Because you don’t want me to,[/color]” She told him in a low voice, her hand reaching up and pressing against his lower lip. “[color=deepskyblue]And I [i]love[/i] driving you crazy.[/color]” She smirked as she retracted her hand, raising her chin as she studied his face.

Like a moth to the flame, Sonny had her where he wanted her. [color=darkorange]“Then it’s a good thing I took my Anti-Victoire pills this morning.” [/color]

And just like that, in a single moment, Sonny stepped away from the class president, laughing as he had successfully laid the trap by forcing her to admit what she truly wanted. Honestly, he didn’t think it would be that easy. To think the proud and borderline narcissist Victoire Bailey fell for such an easy trap. Swiper the Fox has had a difficult time sneaking up on Dora and Boots than the effort it took to get Vic eating out of the palm of his hand.

[color=darkorange]“Honestly, Viccy, I thought you were going to put up a bigger fight than that.”[/color]

Surprisingly, the brunette was rather calm, her hands on her hips as Sonny spoke. Thing is, her name meant ‘victory’, not defeat. So if he really thought she was going to let him get away with tricking her like that, he was wrong.

Victoire did [i]not[/i] like to be made a fool of.

Once again a smile slid onto her face, Victoire moving forward as Sonny moved back. Rather than just stop, however, she essentially pushed herself onto him, making it so that his back was to the counter. Without waiting for a reaction, the brunette took his chin in her hand and kissed him rather passionately. Once their lips broke apart, Victoire backed off, her tongue trailing her upper lip. “[color=deepskyblue]Tell Marisol I said ‘thanks’ for letting me have that one,[/color]” She winked at him, turning on her heel as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.

As she was walking away, Sonny couldn’t say he was expecting that to happen. He more expected her to react violently. Given how much he knew about Vic, there was a moment before she kissed him to when she turned around that he thought she was going to push him into the drinks table or perhaps even into the pool. Safe to say a kiss was the last thing Sonny Drake was expecting her to do, though her last comment was exactly what he figured she’d say. 

[color=darkorange]“Let’s just keep this our dirty secret. We wouldn’t want your subjects to know you willingly kissed Sonny Drake, now would we?.”[/color] Sonny offered to her in a response, grabbing onto Vic’s hand as his other reared around her waist, essentially pulling her close to him.

Archer had just fought his way through the wall of grinding bodies when he spotted something that almost made his eyes pop out of his head. [color=35996B]“What the…”[/color] he whispered, was that Torvald in a tight embrace with Madam President? And was that a kiss? No, it couldn’t be! He craned his neck to see if that was indeed what he had seen, in the process, he locked eyes with Victoire. The slender boy looked away in a panic trying to figure out the quickest way to escape. Unfortunately, that was back through the dance floor. But he figured that was better than dealing with whatever those two were serving up, he let out a huge sigh and disappeared into the crowd once again.

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