<div class="floatleft">(http://static.celebuzz.com/uploads/2010/07/23/msg-127989047749-3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dayanara Cifuentes<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee | Bartender<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>August 3rd | 11:45 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Poolside<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Hot pink string bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen Landry<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Not... so much chillin', at this point.<hr/><br/>The way she saw it, she had two options.  Option one would be to calmly sit up, pick up her book and her towel and walk away.  Go to the beach, go to another pool somewhere - hell, even go and sit in the hot tub just beyond the trees.  She could sit down and close her eyes and enjoy the silence, or knock out another chapter of reading.  Her blood pressure would eventually go down and she’d likely forget all about this man within an hour or so.  There would be no commotion and no reason to even speak to him - no reason for his day to be ruined on account of her being irritated by him.<br/><br/>… Unfortunately, option one was better suited for the kind of women who didn’t season their chicken and were fine with their men having a slew of close female friends.  Option one was more designed for the kind of woman who didn’t let much bother her - the kind of woman who firmly believed that you could catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.<br/><br/>Well, Dayanara was known for the seasoning on her chicken.  She kept her men on a tight leash, and she had a temper hotter than the gates of hell.  And while she loved the taste of honey - especially when her favorite male appendage was slathered in it - she had never believed being sweet to everyone would get you anywhere.  Well behaved women -<em>sweet, passive women</em>- weren’t the type to get things done.<br/><br/>Option two fit her needs much better.  Option two was much more fun, in Dayanara’s eyes.  Because if he was going to poke the bull, he would sure as hell get acquainted with the horns.<br/><br/>She rose from her seat, ditching her sunglasses and calmly walked around the perimeter of the pool.  Without bothering to test the water, Dayanara stepped into it - waltzing down each step until the water came to just below her breasts.  Her nipples hardened at the reduction in body temperature, but she was certain they’d go back to normal once she was finished giving him a piece of her mind.<br/><br/>Being petite had its up-sides - mainly the ability to move swiftly, even in water.  As the man swam in her direction she rushed up to meet him just as the deep end sloped upward into the shallow end.  Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of his hair just yanked upward on it with all of her strength - enough to pull him halfway upright.  Though the man towered over her, Dayanara stared daggers up into his eyes as she tore her hand from his hair and clenched her jaw.  When she did finally speak, her accent hung heavy on each word - seeming to get thicker as her blood pressure rose.<br/><br/>“Juro por dios, I spent years in a classroom with the most poorly behaved kids in the school and none of them were able to irritate mi<em>alma</em>the way you have since you walked out here. Es un penoso gallinador.  But you know what?  You have my fucking attention,<em>mono</em>*.  You fucking have it.  And I’ll save you some time -<em>no estoy interesado</em>.  Pretty boys like you are poorly equipped to handle women like me.”<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*</div><div class="spoiler_body"><sup>* Colombian slang for white man/fair haired man; not being used as the word 'monkey'  O:)</sup></div></div>