Post by soar1 on Jan 13, 2013 11:09:28 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:500px;,bTable][classy=icon] [/style][/classy][classy=header][style=text-shadow:1px 1px 3px e3af2c; color:000000; font-size:12px; float:left]There's a boy who is so wonderful, the girls who see him kinda follow him back home. And the gigolos run like spiders when he comes. 'cause he is Eros and he's Apollo. Girls, with a boy like that it's serious. SeƱoritas, don't follow him. Soon, he will eat your hearts like cereals. Sweet lolitas, don't go, you're still young. But every night they fall like dominoes. How he does it, only heaven knows. All the other men turn gay wherever he goes.{xxx words for yana babyyy} [/classy][classy=text]"Well, that was inspiring speech, oh great Prophet Yana," Vaughn laughed, his voice a light, lilting sound. He paused for another moment, feeling odd. It was hard these days to find someone he could act-- well, for lack of a better word, natural with. So many years had Vaughn spent navigating a cruel and cutthroat world that he himself had all but become such a man himself. It was... pleasant. [/classy][style=background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/53zKC.png); width:310px; height:10px; float:left; margin-left:115px; padding:5px; border-right: solid 5px d89f30; border-left: solid 5px d89f30][/style]"Perhaps I'll see you on tv someday too," he teased right back, "With your own cooking show and everything-- hell, maybe I'll walk into a five star restaurant someday and you'll be there!" Vaughn continued, grinning. "Just... don't spring anymore surprise training on me anymore," and with that, his brilliant smile grew wider. "Sir? Ma'm?" his driver ventured. "Er, the young lady's address..." Oh, that was right. He was in the middle of taking the poor girl home. Looking over at Yana, he gestured for her to give directions to the man. Turning his head away again, he continued to stare out the window, old and familiar fears creeping up on him again. The moment they dropped her off at home she'd be under no obligation to keep quiet. She could say whatever she wanted about Vaughn, give her "story", and the press would eat right out of her hand, and-- --he felt a shudder go through him. Perhaps he shouldn't have trusted her. Hell, she was a girl he barely knew, and students, well, weren't most of them in need of a bit of cash? Shaking his mentally, he scolded himself. It wasn't like his reputation couldn't take another hit, and besides, it'd only be fair for the trouble he'd likely caused Yana. An eye for an eye-- wasn't that what he had learned as a child? |
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