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[color=darkgray][sub][b][i]An [color=8882be]Alaric Sterling[/color] [@Otterpop] & [color=E2404E]Lola Russo[/color] [@Venus] Collab
With Special Guest: [color=ffa040]Mia[/color] [@TootsiePop][/i][/b][/sub][/color]
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[color=gray][indent][indent][color=8882be][i]"Oh, shit. I'm gonna be late."[/i][/color]

Alaric had been so preoccupied with getting his room into a state that was somewhat normal that he'd completely forgotten about his date with Lola, at least until he looked at his phone and saw a text from Parker.

[i][color=66CDAA]Make sure to use protection![/color][/i]

He began to scramble around his room, tossing things here and there as he searched for something that wouldn't make him look like a complete idiot. Lola didn't seem like the kind girl that should be kept waiting-- in fact she didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd even think about going out with a guy like him. But now wasn't the time to think about that, he needed to try and impress this sorority girl with some leather and a good time.

In the end he settled on an [url=https://i.imgur.com/weMbMIk.jpg]outfit[/url] that he just threw together, ran some light gel through his messy hair until it looked decent and decided that it was good enough. At least he wasn't going looking like a homeless junkie, he thought he looked pretty damn good in fact.

Alaric swiped the keys to his [url=https://i.imgur.com/NP3772o.jpg]baby[/url] and rushed out the door. Luckily Lola's sorority house was popular and easy to get to, but by the time he pulled up in front of the massive building it was 9:15. He couldn't panic though, no no no. He needed to play it cool and chill, the last thing he wanted was to have this bombshell think he wasn’t worth her time….if she didn't think that already. After a small internal pep talk Alaric walked up to the door, knocking on it several times and waiting.

Scurrying to the stairs, Mia held onto the railing and loudly whispered to her other Sister, who was in her bedroom, [color=ffa040]“He’s [i]finally[/i] here!”[/color] Since she was the doorkeeper, she knew what she needed to do. Marching to the door, making him wait longer than Ty, she stared at it for a good sixty seconds before creeping it open and looking at him with a sickening sweet smile, [color=ffa040]“Hello stranger! How can I help you?”[/color] Playing it dumb was her thing and because of his tardiness Mia [i]had[/i] to give him a hard time. 

Was it supposed to take this long? He always thought the empty-headed girls were like door watchers or something and assumed that one of them would open it quickly. After what felt like forever a little blonde girl opened the door, her smile was freaking him out. It was almost too….nice? Was that even possible? In his experience sorority girls were pretty damn scary. [color=8882be]”Alaric, I’m here to pick up Lola. Is she ready?”[/color] He asked, his voice steady and confident. Parker always said these girls were like lions and would pounce on weakness, he couldn’t show any sign that he was actually nervous as hell.

[color=ffa040]“I don’t know!”[/color] Mia brightly chirped, before leaning in and narrowing her eyes, [color=ffa040]“Are [i]you[/i] ready?”[/color]

Alaric started at the small girl, blinking a few times as he tried to process exactly what she meant with that question, he knew damn well it had another meaning somewhere in there. He put a little smirk on his face as he spoke, he had an idea that would make Parker the proudest dad friend ever. He leaned in towards the small blonde and spoke softly so that only she could hear what he said, [color=8882be]”If you mean ready to hear her scream my name, then yes.”[/color] He leaned back and set one hand on his hip. [color=8882be]”But also ready to get some drinks, so tell me, is she ready?”[/color]

Not breaking her poker face, but internally gushing, Mia laughed in his face (think high pitched, sounds almost like a stripper giggle). What a daring boy. A man slut. Confident enough in making his lovers’ scream. Lola was indeed a thirsty freak. Maybe, just maybe, she could learn to like him. [color=ffa040]“Like I said, [i]I don’t know[/i]! Why don’t you ask her yourself?”[/color] Throwing the door open, the tiny blonde revealed her intimidating Sister, standing close enough where he could see her in all her hotness, but not close enough where the door would’ve hit her in the face. [color=ffa040]“I’ll leave you to it. Ta ta for now!”[/color] And with that, Mia skipped away to the kitchen, humming.

Upon first impressions, Lola Russo admitted to finding herself pleasantly surprised with what she was seeing. It wasn't often that she was proven wrong, but Alaric was definitely doing a good job of it so far. From the way his hair sat atop his head in a nice blend of messy and styled, to his fantastic choice of outfit with generous amounts of black and leather, the young man was exuding the confidence and sex appeal Lola looked for in her guys. Unluckily for him, his good looks didn't take away from the fact that he'd committed one of the biggest sins a guy could do when dealing with her. Unfortunately for him, the blonde wasn't going to just let his lateness slide- even if he [i]was[/i] looking like tonight's midnight snack.

[color=E2404E]"You're feeling awfully confident for someone who's kept me waiting for the last- "[/color] she checked her phone's watch quickly before turning her hard hazel stare back to her date's face with a haughty expression. [color=E2404E]" -seventeen minutes without notice."[/color]

He wanted to cringe so bad but stopped himself from doing so, he couldn’t believe he actually said that with her almost in earshot. But that thought quickly vanished as he looked his blonde date up and down, eyes widening at her bold choice of outfit. It was sheer as hell, her decision to not wear a bra and wear a tiny little thong obvious. He was surprised that she was so comfortable wearing something like that in public, though he had to admit that if she was trying to make him see her it was definitely working. The poor boy had to steady himself internally, if he somehow failed to impress her he knew Parker would kill him. 

After a mental reboot Alaric leaned against the door frame, [color=8882be]“I’m confident because I know I can make up for it.”[/color] He grinned as she raised her eyebrows and smirked back at him, those grey eyes of his once again running up and down her body.

[color=E2404E]"I guess we'll see about that, won't we?"[/color] she shot back, that challenging tone quite clear on her voice. There was no denying the way Alaric had stared Lola up and down more than once. And frankly, it filled the young woman's heart with a sense of pride to know that her thirst trap was getting the results she wanted.

[color=8882be]"Now tell me Princess, you ever ride on something like this?”[/color] He asked and gestured to the sleek black motorcycle that waited on the curb, two helmets resting on the handle bars. He could easily drive a car but chose not to, his baby was much more fun and thrilling than some giant hunk of metal.

[color=E2404E]"You know what? I can't say that I have,"[/color] the blonde admitted with a smile that hid how nervous the sight of the bike made her. It was true. Although she had worked with motorcycles for photo shoots during her career, she had always been reserved about the idea of actually riding them. Sure: the motorcycle certainly gave Alaric more brownie points on the cool scale. Call her paranoid if you will, but Lola's worry about suffering any sort of disfiguring or incapacitating injury went far beyond whatever curiosity she might have.

This was a perfect opportunity then, even though Lola didn’t seem like the type to be into leather and chains any girl thought a dude with a motorcycle was cool….as long as he didn’t look like a biker demon from hell. With a small chuckle Alaric led her to the bike and handed her one of the helmets, [color=8882be]“Well that’s something I can easily fix. Now, hop on, Princess. If we don’t hurry all the good booths are gonna be taken and I really don’t think sitting next to the bathrooms is date-worthy.”[/color] he said with a cheeky little grin.[/indent][/indent][/color]