Post by Lori on Nov 15, 2016 0:57:53 GMT
As much as Ari would possibly hate to admit it out loud, Will had been there for her similar to how she'd been there for him. Much like she didn't care about his past, he didn't care about hers. Ariana was part of some stupid rich culture - the kind where everyone went to fancy schools, got everything handed to them on a silver platter and were just so much better than anyone else in general. It made Ariana sick. Even if she could act spoiled and cocky, as most rich kids she knew did, Will never treated her special. Well, not that way. It didn't matter what kind of background she came from, either. Unlike Will, Ari legit did things to get in trouble. Not her fault she just always got off the hook. But to be looked at the way she wanted to instead of the way she was expected to? It was a good feeling.
Though as much as Ari knew Will would like to have his old friends back and to have people want to be around him, she liked that she was pretty much the only person around. She liked that she had someone she didn't have to share. And she liked that the two of them just seemed perfectly in tune with one another. But to say all that aloud would be sappy and corny. Two more things that could easily make Ari sick. "Heh...they're just a bunch of prudes if they can't handle it," she commented. Though she couldn't help but hide a smile. Being the only woman around was such a welcome feeling. She could hear that comment from him all night. She blew a little hair away from her eyes, though the strands didn't get too far away. "Hun, you act as though you're the reason I'm crazy," she replied. "As much as I'm sure you'd love to flatter yourself I was probably crazy long before you came into the picture. But if it makes you feel good, the credit's all yours."
Though Ari thought she felt it get a little warmer in the room, it didn't do much to faze her. Her clothes were sitting on the other side of the room and as far as she was considered, she could sit in a hundred degree heat naked and be comfortable. It was the perfect reason to go in the nude. But even she had her limits. She hoped that when the heat finally got to her, she wouldn't be sweating so much. One of the last things she wanted was to be a hot mess - literally - or to have any makeup running. She didn't want that for herself and she didn't want anyone to see that look on her. That included Willow. "My heat hasn't been on the fritz. Well, at least not yet," she commented. "If it gets too much for you, there's always my couch." She had been on his couch numerous times, after all. It was the only fair thing to do. Though she had to admit, she wasn't going to argue if there was an excuse to take someone's shirt off. It was just too bad that Will already seemed to have that covered. She reached for her wine while he removed his shirt. She noticed some blades of sweat dripping over his tattoos; which meant with her luck, she wouldn't be the only one going comando tonight.
Ari sipped her wine and when Will reached for his brush again, she set her glass down and returned to her original position. "Don't let the heat stress you out, Willow. I'll be happy to come over and give you a hand if anything else gets in the way." It may have been her 'profession' talking, but there was a damn good chance she'd be saying that to just about anyone in the same situation. All the more reason to secure her territory, after all. "That is, unless you're shy," she smirked playfully. She looked up towards the ceiling, "But then again you did ask me to come model for you, not to strip you down. So I suppose I should just be doing my job."
Though as much as Ari knew Will would like to have his old friends back and to have people want to be around him, she liked that she was pretty much the only person around. She liked that she had someone she didn't have to share. And she liked that the two of them just seemed perfectly in tune with one another. But to say all that aloud would be sappy and corny. Two more things that could easily make Ari sick. "Heh...they're just a bunch of prudes if they can't handle it," she commented. Though she couldn't help but hide a smile. Being the only woman around was such a welcome feeling. She could hear that comment from him all night. She blew a little hair away from her eyes, though the strands didn't get too far away. "Hun, you act as though you're the reason I'm crazy," she replied. "As much as I'm sure you'd love to flatter yourself I was probably crazy long before you came into the picture. But if it makes you feel good, the credit's all yours."
Though Ari thought she felt it get a little warmer in the room, it didn't do much to faze her. Her clothes were sitting on the other side of the room and as far as she was considered, she could sit in a hundred degree heat naked and be comfortable. It was the perfect reason to go in the nude. But even she had her limits. She hoped that when the heat finally got to her, she wouldn't be sweating so much. One of the last things she wanted was to be a hot mess - literally - or to have any makeup running. She didn't want that for herself and she didn't want anyone to see that look on her. That included Willow. "My heat hasn't been on the fritz. Well, at least not yet," she commented. "If it gets too much for you, there's always my couch." She had been on his couch numerous times, after all. It was the only fair thing to do. Though she had to admit, she wasn't going to argue if there was an excuse to take someone's shirt off. It was just too bad that Will already seemed to have that covered. She reached for her wine while he removed his shirt. She noticed some blades of sweat dripping over his tattoos; which meant with her luck, she wouldn't be the only one going comando tonight.
Ari sipped her wine and when Will reached for his brush again, she set her glass down and returned to her original position. "Don't let the heat stress you out, Willow. I'll be happy to come over and give you a hand if anything else gets in the way." It may have been her 'profession' talking, but there was a damn good chance she'd be saying that to just about anyone in the same situation. All the more reason to secure her territory, after all. "That is, unless you're shy," she smirked playfully. She looked up towards the ceiling, "But then again you did ask me to come model for you, not to strip you down. So I suppose I should just be doing my job."