<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Evie turned to look at her father as he stepped outside, his face expressionless as he slid his hands into his coat pocket. "I for one won't be watching this. I have other matters to attend to." He spoke aloud for them all to hear, though his eyes were on his daughter. He saw that she opened her mouth to inquire just what, exactly, he wouldn't be watching. A dark look from the man silenced her, if only for the moment. He continued to ignore Maeve's parents, turning towards the two gentlemen in suits. "Atlas, Benjamin. Nice seeing you again." His tone suggested it was anything but. He settled for one last look in Evie's direction before he started towards the car they'd come in. She started to follow, but he simply held up a hand to stop her. And then he was gone.<br/>
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Feeling a chill race down her spine, she turned back to the others. Hearing Maeve's comment upon exiting the cafe, she'd thought for a moment her friend was right. Really, Evie was anything but movie material. Too many tattoos, dermals in her face, and an attitude that most couldn't handle. But their parents were both in rival entertainment businesses; they could easily be setting the girls up for some film time. The thought even excited her-- until her father just dipped out. The man wasn't emotional by any means- sometimes even she had trouble knowing what he was thinking. But that display had been just plain cold. She could feel the ice dripping from his words that still hung in the air.<br/>
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One thing was for certain: she wasn't getting in that limo until she knew what the fuck was going on. One of the brothers spoke up, calling the girls <i>payment</i>. The phrasing had her eyebrows raising, but Maeve stood up for them before she could even utter a word. She found herself nodding alongside her mint haired friend, crossing her arms over her chest. It would seem she would have to find another way home, but she sure as hell wasn't payment for any god damn thing. The other brother huffed, trying to reassure them, but Evie saw the impatience in his eyes. "Maeve-" Her friends name had barely slipped past her lips before she realized her friend was running.<br/>
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Actually, <i>they</i> were running. Barely making it three yards before the taller brother grabbed Maeve, who shrieked and was promptly dragged into the car. It was a messy scene, and though Evie didn't know if people were watching, she wasn't about to go down easily. She locked eyes with the other brother, backing up a few paces before spinning on her heel and attempting to flee.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">She had to know she wouldn't get far. Benjamin heard Atlas' demand to get her in the car, and he was ready to assist. He was kind of irked that Atlas had grabbed his prize instead of his own, but oh well. He could hear her spewing profanities from the back of the car, and knew he had to grab the other one quickly before she made a scene. Unfortunately for him, for all of them, really, she turned to run. And the scream that tore from her lips... God, it was earth and ear drum shattering. Groaning, he pushed off from the ground to give chase, catching up to her easily as she reached the corner of the cafe. He could see through the window that at least one couple was looking, so he knew he had to be at least a little slick.<br/>
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Apologizing to his brother in advance, he caught up to Evie and grabbed her wrist, yanking her back to him and spinning her at the same time. Without warning, he pressed a kiss to her lips, effectively silencing and surprising her at the same time. He grinned against her lips, holding her tightly by the wrists. Pulling back a fraction, he kept his eyes closed as he whispered against her lips. "If you scream <i>one more time</i>, I will make sure your friend does not enjoy herself tonight." He hoped his threat was clear enough, but just in case, he decided to add a little bit to it. "I can be very creative when it comes to torture, love." Then he pulled away completely, grateful to find that she didn't make a sound.<br/>
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Seconds later, Evie was sliding into the backseat of the limo, followed quickly by Benjamin. Adjusting his suit jacket, he waited until the driver had shut the door before looking up. Maeve was still cursing, and Evie was brooding, glaring at him. He didn't know what she was more angry about-- the fact that he'd kissed her, or successfully gotten her in the van. The limo started moving a few seconds later, and his smile grew. Leaning back in the seat, he glanced towards the little minifridge near him. "Either of you ladies want champagne? Wine? We don't have hard liquor in here, though we do at the house. All kinds; whatever your hearts may desire." He chuckled, just as the doors audibly locked.<br/>
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"Welcome, ladies. Maeve Venus Lockhart and Evangeline Marie Rivers. Both beautiful, both strong-willed." He looked between the two, tilting his head to the side as he examined them, his eyes ending up on Maeve. "Interesting choice of hair color. I must say, you definitely can pull it off, though."</span></span>