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</div>Name: Oshiro Yami<br/>Age: 27<br/>Date/Time: Sat July 31<br/>Location: Villa - at the bar<br/>Wearing:[see picture]<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a>(mentioning<a class="username" data-user-id="1300" data-username="SilentFairy" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1300/">SilentFairy</a><a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Yami softly bit his lower lip, feeling her hand massage him until a full erection would present itself beneath her touch. Another growl would sound from his throat, his eyelids drooping in desire as he gazed down at her. Whenever she did try to bring her lips closer to his, however, she need not pull away. With a chuckle, he would tilt his chin just enough so that he would be the first to avoid the contact. Whether that was a tease directed at her, or that he simply did not wish for a kiss to be made, he’d leave that to her own interpretations. Needless to say, he’d sooner bite her neck again than lock lips.<br/><br/>As she moved her hand, his hips would rock, and his hands would glide up the sides of her body, moving with every curve. His left hand would reach her right breast and tease just beneath it, rubbing softly against her ribs. Things indeed seemed to be moving in his favor, and hers as well.<br/><br/>But then, she opened her mouth and started to speak. Her voice was sexy, sweet, and had he been drunker he might have been taken in by them at face value. But he knew better. His slowly gyrating hips halted, his hands froze. Even before she moved, he knew she was going to do something to ruin the moment. His eyes narrowed, listening to the words as they fell from her mouth, his smirk slowly starting to fall away and disappear.<br/><br/>Sure enough, his eyes watched her as she sauntered away in her defiance of the clear connection they’d created. He turned and leaned against the kitchen counter, gaze never leaving her backside as she joined her friend in the living room on the couch. At first, he was just going to leave well enough alone. If she really wanted to get to know him, he wasn’t about to acquiesce with an audience involved. People always lie to save face when in the presence of others. Words mean little when in public.<br/><br/>But then she did something he hadn’t expected. The brunette sat as far away as possible from the slowly-forming couple a number of cushions away, watching as her head dipped low in frustration, hoping her hair would create a cover the feelings inside. But Yami could practically smell the regret of her decision wafting over towards him even from this distance. He was tempted to let her stew in it.<br/><br/>His gaze then scanned the room, seeing couples quite indeed formed…well, except for one who looked to be content to just doodle alone outside the window. His eyes bounced back and forth between the artist and the actor, considering his options. The colorful artist who couldn’t sing seemed relaxed, perhaps not even wanting the company of another. But then, despite her offer, his new sexy (bad-decision-making) friend looked to be more in need of support from a girlfriend.<br/><br/>A decision made, Yami reached below to grab two unopened bottles of beer and a bottle opener. When he resurfaced from behind the bar, he passed by the myriad of people still taking their body shots and made his way towards the punk fairy sketching away.<br/><br/>But….one glance towards the couch would cause him to falter. Even after all the time that passed, not once did the French girl reach out to her friend. A brief look of worry was sent her way, but with the Asian girl’s head faced down, there was no way she would see that as an invitation. Clearly the chick thought that expression was enough, however, because before long her eyes were completely on the Italian all over again, ignoring the other girl’s existence.<br/><br/>Gritting his teeth, letting out a low frustrated growl of a groan, and rolling his eyes, Yami diverted towards the living room instead.<i>Some ‘friend’ she made in that one,</i>he thought to himself. Without even a word of hello, the musician plopped his ass down onto the cushion directly next to the brunette. He proceeded to open one of the two bottles in his hands, then handed her the unopened bottle and the opener, if she even wanted to take it. His posture was relaxed against the back of the couch, and his eyes were not on her but forwards towards the view outside. “Alright. What do you want to know?” His flirty self was nowhere to be seen as his tone remained neutral and his words to the point.