<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Distracted by something wonderful.<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Jeez. Dorian really shouldn’t have started anything up with her. He was really regretting getting on the young ladies bad-side. Not because she had decided to stand her ground and accuse him but more so because when he was standing there, looking at her, he couldn’t help but appreciate just what a <em>fine</em> body she had and how he definitely wasn’t going to get his hands on it now. Those big hands just wanted to take hold of her and pull her up against him and now if he even dared to do that it was obvious she was only going to get even more annoyed at her. It was a real <em>damn</em> shame they’d gotten off to such a bad start. Of course that was his own fault, nothing could be done about it now. So instead he continue to just wait on her, and watch her, as she gritted her teeth and made herself clear that she didn’t appreciate his comment.<br/><br/>When she closed that difference between them while his hands crossed over his chest as a slightly amused smile worked its way over her lips. He felt her finger poking against his chest which caused his body to visibly tense at the poke of her finger as he took a slight step forward to completely close the distance between their bodies. "I’m not asking you to be <em>fucking</em> grateful." He mumbled the words under his breath while taking that last half-step toward her. So that after that half-step there was basically no distance left between them. His hands even uncrossing themselves so that with nothing between them, other than perhaps her hand poking at his chest, their bodies were barely and inch from each other. In fact with a stray lean forward from either of them their bodies would be practically grazing against each other. Not that either of them would feel much thanks to the various layers between. Whether it was his coat and shirt or her hoodie, there were just to many layers to give either of them a proper feel if their bodies did happen to graze each other.<br/><br/>"I’m asking you to just accept it instead of just making such a stupid scene. I hate to tell you this. But there isn’t a chance in hell I’m apologizing. So what if I like your body? <em>Maybe, just maybe</em> I shouldn’t have said anything and just kept ogling. But just because it slipped out I don’t see any reason I should just force an apology, for you. You should know I wouldn’t mean it, anyway, so what does it matter." He was pressing slightly forward still, not with his body but instead leaning slightly down so that his face would just be short of hers. Dorian hadn’t raised his voice but that didn’t change the fact that both of them had drawn a crowd. He wasn’t pleased at that fact, especially since if more people ended up paying attention to him it was likely that the majority of those gathered around would likely side with her and say that he needed to apologize to her. The other option, which he preferred, would that they’d both end up getting kicked out before too large of a crowd formed. He’d honestly rather be kicked out than have to apologize to her.<br/><br/>With how close he’d brought his face to hers those muddled blue eyes were staring her down. The slight musk of alcohol still clinging to his breath and now much more easily red out by her, since the intoxicant left a rather obvious stain to his breath that she’d be able to take in its entirety. There weren’t really any benefits for her that he’d decided to bring their faces together. It wasn’t exactly beneficial for him either, since those eyes of his could no longer wander over the length of that delicate body of hers. So it meant no more ogling, for the moment. That attention they’d drawn only growing worse since now they were also holding up the line for the checkout.</span></span>