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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 18:54:28 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Apr 13, 2016 18:54:28 GMT -5

Ben's outfit

So this really wasn't Ben's kind of place. The second he stepped in front of the club he recoiled slightly. The excess and just... everything about it wasn't what he wanted to dive blindly in to but, he'd convinced himself to come this far. Plus, he didn't want to snub the invitation of someone he actually found interest in. It wasn't like that happened often. Whether it was the fact she'd seen his act so he thought to return the favor, or if it was because she'd caught him completely off guard with her flyer and her blue hair... well, it didn't matter. He was here because she thought to invite him, and maybe because she was nice to look at too.

At least the club wasn't hard to get in to. It wasn't like the exclusive clubs of the movies or whatever, which helped his mood a bit. Actually, he wasn't even feeling that sour. Probably because instead of brooding at home he had somewhere to go, something to do, and someone to actually meet for a change. Gave his thoughts somewhere else go to instead of inward and probing like usual. The door guy barely even looked at his ID before handing it back and waving him in - so before he knew it he was inside the expanse and enveloped in the throbbing music. Music, the real reason he was here. He didn't shove his way through the crowd like he probably would've if he hadn't come here willingly - he kept to the sides of the venue, snagging a full beer from an empty table before getting closer to where the sound was originating.

He wasn't used to enjoying electronic music, it seemed lazy to him - but there was nothing lazy about the way she was moving around. It got the dancing crowd so pumped up and as the full bottle turned empty he was actually tempted to join in the feel of it. Eh, maybe after another. The track slowed, something was mumbled about a short break and Ben saw it as the perfect time to approach the DJ booth. He wasn't sure if he was even that noticeable, dressed as colorless as he was, so he stepped up as close as he could. "Great set," he nearly yelled over the booming dance music that had started to replace what she'd been spinning. "I think your energy was contagious out there." His observations were probably stuff she'd heard before, but hey, if he could recall - she'd said things that were just as predictable though there was some obvious substance behind them. Another convincing factor in his being here in the first place. "So thanks for the flyer, I think I've put it to good use."

Last Edit: Apr 13, 2016 18:58:38 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 19:33:23 GMT -5

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Indy's Outfit
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Friday night was usually the night with the best and rowdiest crowds. Their enthusiasm for her was all the more reason for her to dance around awkwardly as she fiddled with the buttons on her computer and keyboard. She lived for this club scene, it was so infectious. The previous DJ had an amazing set that pumped her up so much and with that same energy she jumped onto the stage, following the first DJs set. Indy leaned in and gave him a hug, then taking the microphone that he had handed to her. "How great was DJ Chaos?!" Indy screamed into the mic, receiving a loud roar from the crowd. "Fuck yeah that's what I like to hear!" She called out again to the crowd, this time she eased back to where her equipment had been set up behind her.

Easily she turned a knob on her soundboard and one of her older songs came on. Scream was a song that she had collaborated with a Taiwanese female rapper over skype. Indy danced around to the music, screaming along with the screams embedded into the beats. As she preformed, a thought in the back of her mind made itself very present. The musician boy who she had invited earlier this week...would he actually show up? Indigo found him and his music very interesting. It would be a shame if he didn't make it, but she couldn't let these thoughts hinder her performance. Soon the first song ended and she went through a few more, dancing, clapping and encouraging the audience who was going crazy.

"This is some new stuff, hope you like it-" Indy started before flipping another switch on the soundboard. This was one of her brain children and she was so proud of it. She even included her vocals as she sang along breathlessly to the music. Jumping around the stage, her ponytail flying in all directions. When the song finished she took a deep breath and a large chug from her water bottle. Now that her set was over, she could finally relax with a beer. She sat on the edge of the stage, about to push herself off when a familiar voice called out to her. It was the musician boy she had invited! Part of her was giddy that he had even showed up, and his compliments didn't hurt either.

"Thanks!" Was all she could get out breathlessly, she grinned at him before she took another large drink from her water bottle.
"I'm glad you came-" she started, it was the sincere truth. Fellow artists had to be there for each other. Her eyes shifted to the bottle in his hand. "-You wanna get a drink? Drinks on me!" She asked and offered, the grin still plastered on her face. Sometimes after a set the adrenaline kept her smiling all night.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 20:20:07 GMT -5

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It was definitely the fact that he hadn't really spent more than a couple minutes in her presence that Ben wondered why everything now felt sort of, lighter. No doubt he was picking up on the residual effects of her performance... but while he was no stranger to that, the effervescent quality to her was something else. "Yeah, me too," he agreed in a friendly enough manner, his mind still working. Could be the difference of music styles. Actually it probably was. The wild and angry strumming acoustic sets he did weren't exactly that dancable unless someone was heavily on something or just wanted to dance no matter what. Not that it was bad really, but Ben knew for sure if he were to bring his guitar here and try to play... the bouncers would have to bodyguard him off the stage and out the back door.

He nodded reasonably at her offer, though technically he shouldn't even have this empty in his hand - what with the law and everything... but he figured after going through the wringer in his own assbackwards way - the law owed him one. Maybe not just one, a lot more than one. He could easily exchange that credit for beer, especially if it meant drinking with this Indy Haze herself. His voice carried over the music, though he had to lean in slightly, his free hand gesturing forward. "I've never been in here so, just lead the way."

It definitely took more than one beer to get him feeling loose enough to actually be good company anyway, so the offer of hers was a good call. He tossed the empty in to the nearest can which was on the other side of the stage, but he was a good shot and made it without really anyone noticing the whole sequence of his action. If anyone had, they were too busy doing whatever to care. Maybe this place wasn't half bad after all.

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 20:41:42 GMT -5

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So far this guy didn't seem as angry as his music portrayed, and it dawned on her that he was probably a minor. Fuck it, if this nightclub had been in business this long with all of the underage drinking that went on here, she wouldn't worry about it. Indy knew this place like the back of her hand, hell she could walk it with her eyes closed. Not being one for boundaries, she reached for his hand and took it in hers as she led him through the crowd of people, who occasionally stopped her to praise her on her set. They finally made it out of the crowd of sweaty dancing people and to the bar.

"Shit. I don't even know your name and I'm over here being all grabby with your hands. Sorry. Rave culture is very touchy." She apologized quickly, letting go of Ben's hand. A blush spread across her face, which she hoped could be played off by the fact that this club was hot.

Indy climbed onto a bar stool and looked at Ben with a shy grin, still feeling a bit flustered about her non-consensual hand holding.
"Can I have two Twisted Teas and- " She looked at Ben as the bar tender reached down into the bar's mini-fridge to get the twisted teas, waiting for him to order his drink of choice. It would be rude to order for him especially since she didn't know him all too well.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 21:33:13 GMT -5

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Yeah, it wasn't a normal thing to have his hand held. Especially so out of nowhere like that. Not completely out of nowhere but well, Ben did not expect that. He felt his insides clench, not sure what to do and not exactly finding the clasp of her hand a bad sensation at all. Ben was mostly just worried about himself, his hand was probably moist from that stupid cold beer. Wait, cold and wet? How was that even appealing. Shit, maybe he should just let go - he had the chance to - some people were intercepting her and blathering the same sort of words he had. He didn't want to though, as much as his brain ventured around insisting the fact that it was likely unpleasant for her... she hadn't let go or let on that it actually was.

So... what was he kicking himself about? Ben just focused on the back of her head and the movement of his feet. He shouldn't think so much in this place. It hurt his brain, hearing his thoughts chatter over the music. Ben released a small sigh through his nostrils, finally past the dance floor and in approach to the bar when she let go of his hand. "Uh, it's no big deal. Really. You don't have to be sorry," he started, actually pulling the slightest of reassuring smiles over his lips, "I don't know shit about rave culture or your actual name either, so you got me there for even letting you, right?" he shrugged, because really it didn't matter now. He'd probably have to just expect her to be a touchy person, which actually didn't sound like too much of an issue. He was used to his sister being whatever, so she really didn't worry him.

He joined her, sitting on the stool to her left. "I'm Ben, anyway." I'm Toby. Toby. My name is Toby. He said with his eyes, which did nothing but aggravate him a bit - causing him to hide his tightened fist with his right hand. Suddenly now it was his turn to decide on a drink and he knew he couldn't take too long or look too much like a novice to this. His green eyes scanned the choices, "Just ah, a Dos Equis for me," he spoke - opting for the most familiar of the bunch, which was his dad's beer of choice and not hard to miss. The bartender sat it in front of him on a coaster advertising Corona, which he thought was funny enough to snicker at before he took a swig. As he placed the bottle down, he set his hand on his pants leg so whatever moisture was on it got transferred... just because.

Last Edit: Apr 13, 2016 21:40:16 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 13, 2016 22:00:12 GMT -5

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As the bartender slid her bottles of twisted tea in front of her then the Dos Equis in front of Ben and Indy she had time to really analyze his features from the side. He seemed uncomfortable when he shared his name with her, but it was something that she was going to let slide because she wasn't super intrusive. "Well, as the flyer said I'm Indy. Well Indigo is my fuuuuulllllllll name." Indy replied cheerfully as she untwisted the cap to her bottle.

She held it up and out to Ben. "Here's to being good-looking musicians~" Her cheer was light and happy. Something about being in his company along with the after buzz of performing had Indy feeling very chipper. It wasn't far from her usual mood state, but it somehow felt elevated. It was like their energies were fusing musically or something weird like that.
Indy took a large sip from her drink and let out a refreshed 'ah'.

"Gosh, being up on that stage and dancing around like an idiot takes a toll." Indy joked, trying to start conversation. Casual and silly conversation was her style. She took another large drink, this time almost finishing half of the bottles contents. "So, how long have you been preforming?" She asked coolly, turning in her seat and crossing her legs so that she was looking at Ben.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 14, 2016 1:02:02 GMT -5

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Post by pierce on Apr 14, 2016 1:02:02 GMT -5

Ben nodded as she shared her name, "That makes sense," At least she could say her full name, his false full name was so stupid and redundant he wouldn't dare introduce himself with it. Her name was different. He'd never heard it apart from it being a color, a color he was really drawn to at that. As a child he'd grab all the darker colors from the crayola box while his sister took the bright ones. But they'd fight over the purples, including Indigo. Maybe this was why he smiled at her name, or maybe he just was glad to have made a friend through his music, or maybe he should stop wondering about it and just be there. Just enjoy the company while he was a part of it.

Lifting up his bottle and clinking the glass and metal in between them, Ben was flattered to oblige this toast of hers. It meant she thought he was good-looking and that was definitely something to celebrate, as far as he was concerned. There was little more for him to do except to hide the bashful flush of his face behind the green glass, taking a deep drink. There was a reason why this was called liquid courage, right? Maybe it could also be something like liquid shut up mind, stop thinking? Only one way to find out.

Though he found her dancing more inspiring than idiotic, Ben couldn't put the words together to tell her that. He wasn't about it dwell on it like he was prone to though, as he took another drink he looked over and answered her question. "Not long actually." he admitted, really relieved to tell the truth for once. "I just sort of fell in to it when my family moved here, but I played as a kind of hobby before that. I didn't like it here, and I still sort of don't... but the preforming has helped me cope with stuff. Lets me get a lot of shit out that I can't afford to keep in, you know?" he ended his words in a question and immediately wanted to take it back. Ben turned and let his eyes burrow resentfully in to the green of his beer bottle. How the hell would he feel if someone told him something personal - only to end it in 'you know?' Ben could feel his mind start to berate him for getting this comfortable and not choosing his words carefully. What next? Was he going to just let it all slip, just because she was nice and energetic and had a pretty face? No, he wasn't. He couldn't.

He dealt with his racing mind and tried to find something to focus on. His bottle was too momentary, he already had half of it down and just no. If he focused on himself he'd just end up getting frustrated... so he tilted his head away from the beverage, back to Indy. This wasn't about him. She was the one who invited him, he owed it to her to be at least decent company. Hell, even he could tell he was doing alright. He couldn't let himself fuck this up just because he was a basket case. "What about you though?" he offered, "You look like you really know your way around all that equipment. You start playing when you were young or something? Because that's what it seems like."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 14, 2016 10:07:21 GMT -5

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Listening intently with interest, Indigo nodded at his final statement. She got it. Performing and composing had helped her deal with her brother's cancer, but that wasn't a thought she would dwell on, nor was it a subject that she would bring up. It always seemed like an inappropriate thing to bring up. How would you say 'Oh hey, my older brother had cancer that's why I perform.' She finished off her bottle, almost immediately regretting chugging the liquid. Her head began to spin a bit and she had to take in a deep breath before responding to Ben.

"Wow, I totally get it. Composing has helped me a lot with hardships. I feel that on such another level." Indy replied sweetly, a small smile on her face again. There seemed to be layers to Ben, and hopefully with time, Indy could get to know him better and get through some of those layers. She was fascinated by him, his music, and his appearance.
As she opened her second twisted tea, she was already starting to feel the buzz from the first drink. Despite her crazy height, she was a small girl so three or four drinks give or take would have her sloshed. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't tipsy, but she tried to keep her cool. Being a drunken fool in front of someone new wasn't necessarily the impression that she wanted to make.

Taking a sip of her second drink she made eye contact with Ben. It was just something that seemed sort of intimate. Her eyes averted down to her feet quickly before she looked back up at him. "It's that obvious, huh?I started messing around on computers when I was in elementary school. Garage band and I quickly became best friends-" She started with a giggle.
"-it also helped that my dad is a computer techie. He helped me with the ins and outs of computer programming." Indy finished with a grin. The warmth of the alcohol was definitely making its way through her system. Remembering her pack of cigarettes in her front pocket she pulled the pack out and fished around her pocket for a lighter.

With no luck, she turned to Ben, "You got a light by any chance?" She asked sheepishly.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 14, 2016 13:05:20 GMT -5

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It was great to hear that she could relate, it even calmed his mind a bit. There was something about music that was more than just sound. To him, it was sort of like medicine - especially when he was playing it and making it. It became his own brand, it soothed his particular ails like nothing else could - not even basketball could give him the peace of mind that strumming his guitar did. Mainly because he couldn't exactly beat the shit out of his basketball like he could his acoustic. If he did, he'd go through basketballs like crazy... and the basketballs he preferred were more expensive than guitar strings.

He felt at the most chill right now, which was strange with the crazy busy environment still shuddering wildly behind them. Even though he didn't have his guitar to play, just talking to Indy about it was a taste of his own medicine in a different way. Different, but not bad or unsavory at all. He wasn't sure if he'd ever smiled this much in such a short time frame - granted, he hadn't smiled near enough as her, or as much as he had before moving here, but still. It was sort of remarkable and for once his mind didn't think to question it. The corner of his mouth was lifted in interest as she spoke, realizing how much he was enjoying the sound of her voice. It carried over the music, even seemed in sync with it in a way which was kind of amazing.

He refreshed himself with another deep drink, giving an exhaled sigh, "I guess I could just tell, since you looked like a big kid just having fun making sounds. Like you were really in your element so much that the kid in you came out and danced for everyone, which was really cool by the way." He took a pause and drank the rest of the bottle's contents, scrunching his face at the foamy conclusion but managing to swallow it all the same. "I know that doesn't happen when I preform, anyway." he shrugged, not trying to insult himself exactly, "I'm less of a kid on stage and more like a pissed off crazy disabled veteran or something. But it helps me not be that everyday, so I'm easier to live with I guess." Ben was beginning to regret every time he talked about himself, his hand grasping hard at the outside of his left thigh before releasing the grip. He reminded himself to keep his focus on her, that way he wouldn't have to punish himself for anything stupid.

"So is there anyway you could hack the system?" he joked, shaking his head, "Dumb question. Anyway, it's great that you have something going on other than music too. As far as I know getting in to computers is pretty much the best bet these days -" Here he was, starting to make small talk when his mind urged him to think about his once first priority in life. How it was all flushed down the drain thanks to his parents putting themselves in the hands of some bullshit artist. Luckily Indy's question threw him a curve and completely derailed his thoughts.

So she smoked. What else was new... it seemed like everyone in this town did. Ben was less pissed about it than he was confused, but he tried to mask that confusion and play pretend. He'd learned that much from his sister, ignorance in the face of adversity. He checked his pockets, well aware a lighter wasn't going to magically appear. "No, I don't actually. I think if my sister was here she'd jump to help you though." His laugh veiled a scoff at the thought of Tama - what she was and wasn't. She was definitely a smoker now. "When did you take up smoking, just curious." Ben didn't think he was prying or anything. Maybe she'd actually started at his sister's age, who knows.

Last Edit: Apr 14, 2016 13:07:06 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 14, 2016 16:05:12 GMT -5

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Indy couldn't fight the smile creeping on her face as she sipped on her bottle, listening to an outsider's perspective on her performance. The way that Ben had described it...it was so accurate. Being on stage did bring out her inner child. It was that energy that helped get her through performances. She gently placed her hand on Ben's arm as he spoke about his performances. She smiled warmly at him, "I am pretty much a child with a shiny new toy when I'm performing-" Indy started, taking another sip from her almost emptied bottle. "-but...I admire your vibes when you perform. There's so much feeling behind it, and you can see it in your eyes...sorry if that's too deep. I'm just very observant." She finished, removing her hand from his arm.

A laugh floated out of her mouth when he asked if she could hack the system, "Between you and I, I'm a pretty skilled hacker, but I try to use my powers for good instead of evil." She replied with a giggle, her lisp starting to make itself known now that more alcohol flowed through her system.
"I can teach you a thing or two about computers if you're interested. We could have an electro-acoustic jam sesh at my apartment!" Indy added all too cheerfully. Kendall would probably have something to say about his sister jamming with someone else, but Indy really wanted to see how well her and Ben could collaborate.

Indy nodded understandingly at the lack of a lighter, Ben didn't seem like he smoked. His voice didn't have that certain...husky rasp to it. The bartender seemed to have overheard the cigarette dilemma and provided a lighter to Indy with a grin.
"Awh gee! You're the best, Ronny!" She thanked him happily, taking the lighter to the cigarette that now rested in between her lips. "Huh you have a sister? Cool! I have an older brother-" She took a long drag of her Marlboro. A look of concentration on her face as she thought about how to answer his question. Fuck it, the truth was bound to come out eventually. "Uh...when I started school at Metric...I was fourteen and going through my rebellious phase. I was still having a hard time dealing with the fact that my brother had been diagnosed with cancer a few years earlier." Indy replied honestly, taking the last swig of her drink.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 14, 2016 22:08:46 GMT -5

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Ben nearly pulled away, almost shrugged off that sudden gentle pressure he felt upon his arm before he realized that it was her hand applying it. His voice almost faltered, but he managed to keep his self-depreciation up though her comforting smile could've shut him up if he just gave in to it. But he was on a roll. By the time her words formed the contact almost melded in to his arm, he even enjoyed the touch as her compliment pooled around him. It wasn't really his place to accept her words, at least that was his mindset. That feeling she mentioned... that was what was deserving of the esteem. Not him. It was the feeling that moved through him - used his limbs, words and emotion. That was what created his music. He merely embodied it.

"Well I've heard deeper," Ben offered with a shrug, "for what it's worth. Besides, I don't get much feedback from people after I preform. You know, aside from the typical stuff... and it's a nice confirmation, coming from you. Now I know for sure I'm not just wasting my time yelling over people's conversations and strumming out shitty chords." He could say that he didn't do that for his health, but he did. Shit, he hoped that at least sounded like he'd taken her words to heart. He had, just not in an ordinary bright-eyed way.

He really had to stop his brain from cracking a scheme when Indy informed him that she had hacking skills. If she even could hack back his former life it would mean disastrous things for her, him and his family. But he could at least dream about it. The second she offered to teach him, though, there could be something to that. “Yeah, that would definitely be worth learning. Even if I don't learn shit, we could still jam. Maybe see if we sync up.” He had a gut feeling, despite how different their sounds were, that they would find a interesting median.

Nodding, he acknowledged her question that yeah - he's got a sister alright. Ben tolerated the smell of the cigarette as he listened, and the bartender swapped his empty with a full beer. He was grateful for that, especially as she opened up to him. ”That's... pretty heavy stuff...” he was able to say in sympathy, “So, how's he now? In remission?” he asked. He knew the lingo. There were a few cancer victims in the family, none of them so lucky as to still be alive and kicking. He still didn't get the reason why she took up the habit, just like his own sister had. “You don't think you smoking is going to make his illness any better, do you?” Though Ben had to bite his tongue right after that, he still stood by his question. “Sorry,” he exhaled. It was the first time he'd ever said that word and meant it since getting uprooted. “at least you have a reason. My sister took up smoking when we got here too, but she just did it to look cool. I like my sister, but she's a complete idiot.”

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 15, 2016 8:41:54 GMT -5

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The bartender placed another twisted tea in front of Indy as she finished up her second bottle. She took another long drag of her cigarette and ashed it on a strategically placed ashtray on the bar. The warmth from her drinks were making her feel even more comfortable the more her and Ben talked. His energy was really speaking to her. She giggled, "I'm glad I didn't go too deep then-" She took another pull from he cigarette. "-and you should never feel like your wasting your time when you're performing and letting whatever it is out. Don't worry, I'll always be here and behind ya with your music!" Indy finished, seriously, the end of her sentence coming out much more lighthearted. She began to twist open what would be her third bottle.

Indy turned her attention to Ben once more, nodding enthusiastically. "We'd make some pretty interesting music, that's for sure." There was no denying that the pair had chemistry, even if it was just the musician bond. She had a feeling that they would work well together, though.

Taking a sip from her drink she then rested her chin on her hand. "He's beaten it...he does his best to keep it from coming back, but it's been ten years...." Her voice trailed off. Her thoughts going back to the situation that had destroyed her. Anxiously she took two drags in one. It was kind of counter-productive of her and her brother to smoke, but Kendall's sickness was caused by a cancerous lump in his chest. Indy shook her head, "No you're right. I guess it's been a crutch for so long...it's kind of hard to let it up." She admitted with a shrug before taking another swig of her drink. Another laugh escaped Indy's lips at Ben's thoughts on his sister.

"Hopefully she doesn't become nicotine's bitch like I have-" she giggled at her own self-jab. "-no offense, but it's pretty lame to start smoking to look cool. I mean I don't have much room to judge because I'm a smoker, but for my own reasons." Indy replied, waving the half smoked cigarette around in her hand to prove a point. She did take notice that Ben had mentioned his sister taking up smoking when they moved here and looked at him thoughtfully as she took another sip.

"I know moves can be stressful...I moved here all the way from Seattle when I was thirteen! If you ever need to vent or something, I know we're not super close, but you've got a friend in me-" Her words were full of sincerity and warmth, she smiled at Ben. "-but enough of this downer shit! You wanna dance or something? Twisted tea makes me feel so twisty!" Indy suggested this enthusiastically, laughing at her lisp, and her silly words. There was no use dwelling on the sad stuff when you could be having fun! Taking a final drag of her cigarette, she then put it out and took another large chug of her drink. That only fueled her urge to dance even more.
"So what do ya say?" Indy asked again, playfully wiggling her eyebrows at Ben.

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And the Beat Goes on Apr 15, 2016 12:20:18 GMT -5

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It was amazing how supportive and all round just infectious Indy was. An appreciative, bashful smile leaked out upon his lips without Ben really noticing, or caring for that matter. Just thinking about the possibilities of being able to collaborate with her was something that pulled genuine excitement out of the dense, cloudy fog within him. He nodded in agreement and reached for his beer, only then noticing the tightness in his cheeks when he took a swig. That was something he hadn't felt in some time, but Ben could not find the bitterness to insult himself about enjoying this time just conversing and being in her company. "Who knows, we could invent a whole new genre," he said, encouraging his imagination to turn its gears. "If electro-acoustic isn't already a thing by now, I guess." But there was only so much talking this up, and the more he thought about it - the more Ben wished he had his guitar with him. Since when had he really anticipated anything?

His brows rose, a hopefulness in the action, "Well, that sounds pretty promising you know. They must've gotten wind of it really early then?" It was good to hear, even if he didn't know the guy... Indy obviously cared about him like crazy, not like he could say the same for his own sister. They'd always had a huge gap in their sibling relationship from the start, despite how close in age they were.

Though Ben nodded as if he understood, he really didn't. "You're telling me. The girl's head is in the clouds half the time, she's never thinking about long-term stuff so she'll be nicotine's bitch like that." Emphasizing his words with a snap, he shrugged. "I can give her shit about it all I want, but that's just me wasting my breath." It wasn't really his business why Indy kept it up, but it still seemed like it was more of a burden than anything else. "Do... you think you'd ever try to kick it?" he questioned, trying to make it sound passive but well, he was more than curious to hear her answer - which showed his eyes before he veered them away and to his bottle.

"Not my business or anything, I know." What an understatement. He didn't even know her apart from what he was learning now. She knew even less about him, so why the hell was he even concerned? Wait. Was he actually concerned? Shit, that wasn't normal. Maybe he was just feeling a little too much of her in her proximity. Ben used his bottle in a deep drink to distance his mind from the subject, glancing back over as she offered to hear him out. It was tempting, but he couldn't vent the endless pit of shit to her if he even absolutely needed to. That was left to his music, and even then he had to keep it vague and still somewhat raw, only as revealing as a pinhole.
Damn it, she was just trying to be his fucking friend and he couldn't fully reciprocate the friendship. He felt like he was pinned down to the sidelines of his own existence, how pathetic was that?

He wanted to completely lose it over the fact that he had to be so locked up in himself - that he couldn't take her up on the offer that was obviously so genuine and open. But that something in her smile washed that urge to flip out of his thoughts... how, Ben wasn't sure, but he definitely welcomed it. "Thanks, I'll have to keep that in mind," he replied to the gesture, his eyes soon widening as she brightened and asked him to dance. He looked over to the dance floor hesitantly. It looked like a chaotic shitstorm on wheels to him, but returning his eyes back to her looking so damned enthusiastic - Ben's face broke and smiled at her goofiness. "I don't think I can say no to that face, even if I wanted to." he gestured at her with his bottle - taking the chance now to drain it a little more than halfway before setting it back down with a mildly defeated sigh. Ben held out his hand, "You're going to have to drag me out there though."

Last Edit: Apr 15, 2016 12:54:26 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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The grin on her face grew even wider, if that was possible. Indy couldn't help but feel so smiley all of the sudden. It was more than just the alcohol and the atmosphere. Ben was having an effect on her, a positive one for sure. It seemed like Indy was slowly pulling apart those layers, which made her feel very proud of herself. She liked to think of herself as an approachable and trustworthy person, or at least that's how she wanted others to view her. The opinions that she had of herself was so much more negative than how others saw her. Indy took the final swig of her drink as she thought about Ben's question.

"Eh it's alright. I've considered quitting once I actually start to adult." Indy replied with a laugh. As she had admitted earlier, she was a kid in a big girl's body. She couldn't ask for a better life at the moment, though. Right now she didn't want to think about anything but her and Ben on the dance floor. "Yay! You're awesome!" Indy replied happily, she quickly leaned in to peck Ben on the cheek before grabbing his hand again.

With ease she led them through the thick crowd of people, just as she had earlier. It was easy for her to get through due to how thin she was. She managed to find a less dense spot among the crowd just as an upbeat remix of 'Sexy Back' by Justin Timberlake began to flow through the speakers. Indy already spotted most girls sexily grinding on their dance partners, but she couldn't pull off sexy dancing. Her moves were just awkward and silly, but she was feeling bold. She took Ben's other hand into her free hand and began dancing around, feeling the beat of the music.

She leaned in close to Ben so that he would be able to hear her over the music, "I'll tell you one thing. I am not bringing sexy back." Indy commented her words slightly slurring bringing out her lisp even more. Since she was already so close to him, she wrapped her lanky arms around Ben's neck and smiled at him. Mainly she was trying to maintain her balance because the alcohol was fully kicking in. She swayed to the music, this time slowing down her hyped up pace.

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Of course Ben could only take her answer as a 'maybe no, not right now' but it sufficed alright. The convictions he may have had about cigarette smoking slipped the more he drank his beer. Though he wouldn't really be considered a lightweight, the fact that he'd already consumed three beers in what seemed like such a short amount of time produced a refreshing lightness of being. Paired with Indy's effervescence - the intoxication within him was not to be ignored, not to mention that suddenness as her lips met the warmth of his cheek.

Ben was... speechless actually. Only his feet seemed to work properly as they kept up with her pace, moving them through the crowd. It didn't even feel like he was walking on solid ground - more like walking on a waterbed or on the rubber turf of a playground. This buoyancy was delightful, even once they found a good place and the familiar song began. He nearly groaned at it. Shit man. You're really about to dance to this? his mind asked before Indy took hold of his other hand and started to move. Obviously he didn't have much of a choice. An abrupt laugh broke through, and though he shook his head he began to shift along with her and the rhythm shyly.

He chanced a look away from her to the people around them. Ben felt the distaste form behind his eyes the more they ventured. The positions that the majority of these strangers were in did nothing to encourage him to continue his participation on the dance floor. But, looking back to Indy and how in to the act of dancing she was just sort of made him feel fortunate to be where his was, doing this. Though it was stupid beyond belief, probably... at least that's what his thoughts insisted - he was here. Soon he was dancing along to her energetic example, feeling his considerable buzz start to guide him - thrilled by the closeness of her as she lisped near his ear and sent a tingle over the entire right side of his body.

“Y-yeah," he recovered his voice to reply, even though he just felt like pulling her even closer as he leaned in. No way they were going to get confused with all the others though, grinding each other like animals instead of actually dancing. "I'm right there with you on that.” Ben lifted a grin over her during his reply, his eyes gazing in a simple wonder once her thin arms slid over his shoulders. She'd enlightened him about her touchy nature earlier sure, but well... he really had no complaints about it. As they started to sway, Ben's unsure hands gradually found a home around her waist. "Everyone's going to think we're stuck in slow motion, or something..." he spoke with a soft amusement in his tone. It almost felt like this was prom, or a silly school dance with how their feet drifted slower. To embellish his words Ben playfully acted the slo-mo out shrugging one shoulder at a time, his body moving in a wave down to his feet and back up.

Last Edit: Apr 16, 2016 2:16:24 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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With Indy there was never any pressure to over-sexualize herself. It was one of the things that made her stand out from a lot of people her age. Sure she was very touchy, but it wasn't with the end goal of having sex. She was just enjoying Ben's company right now. Indy welcomed the feeling of his hands around her waist and giggled at his comment. Compared to how everyone else was "dancing" they did seem like two kids at prom or something. She burst out into laughter when Ben moved in slow-motion.

She went along with it, laughing the whole time. "I'd rather dance in slo-mo than look like an animal in heat." Indy replied with a wide grin, but speaking of heat, it was starting to get really hot in this packed nightclub. She carefully pulled away from Ben and pushed up the sleeves of her sweater. "You wanna step outside with me? It's like an inferno in here!" Indy asked, loud enough for only Ben to hear her. She reached for his hand again ready to lead them through the crowd that seemed to grow in the short amount of time that they were on the dance floor.

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Ben could recall the last time he'd actually danced. It was at a party celebrating a winning championship game. It was... actually a marvel that he could even remember that, since he'd gotten completely trashed – fittingly enough on trashcan punch. He was fortunate that there was no one in Salem that could recount the anecdote of how he'd stripped down to his boxers and somehow found his way up to the party house's rooftop, screaming about how he and his teammates were gods and how they all deserved to be up on Mount Olympus. That part he was glad to not be able to remember, despite countless confirmations from pretty much everyone that had been there. He just wasn't good with liquor. That was all he could admit.

This kind of dancing was much more fun and authentic than the kind he'd gotten in to that night, which pretty much resembled the majority's style of choice right now. He laughed and nodded automatically, more than glad she thought that instead of something like feeling left out just because they weren't doing what everyone else was doing. Ben had enough of doing that, actually, now that he thought about it. He had to go through the motions in so many ways - peer pressure and obligations and everything that came with being a star player on a champion team. He even remembered who it was he'd danced with, all those months ago. Months which seemed like years at this point. She wasn't at all like Indy, not even half as interesting or even as genuinely pretty.

The flush of Indy's face as she pulled from him wasn't anything new to Ben. He could tell the look of overheating from a regular fluster - moreover, he could feel the heat rising from under his long-sleeve all the same. Too many bodies in one area didn't bode well with him, unless of course there was a game of basketball going on. "Yeah good idea, let's get out of this fire trap." he agreed, letting her lead him outside and slowly breathing in the cool night air the second they made it out there.

Soft gray clouds passed over the waxing moon above and though the stars weren't as visible as they could've been, Ben didn't seem to notice. He was busy adjusting his eyes from the unnatural colors and strobing lights to the calm dim light from the moon - his vision playing tricks on him as he smiled dazed over at her. Somehow that dancing hadn't burned off the feeling of being tipsy at all... if anything it made him even more off-kilter. He steadied his breathing and leaned against the wall so he could maybe focus on steadying his mind before he attempted to do the same with the rest of his body. "You know, never thought I'd have fun at a place like this. But I think you really helped me loosen up -" he spoke, his mind not even keeping track of the words he released. "not even because you got me drunk, I mean, got me drinks - but because you're," Ben struggled a bit on this, because he'd only just caught up with himself and he knew he should say something that wasn't too cheesy, or too inappropriate. He felt his head rest against the wall as his smile stretched, hearing his mouth conclude the sentence for him, "you're really something Indy."

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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A wave of relief washed over Indy as Ben had shared her same interest in getting out of the overly packed crowd. Before pulling them completely out of the club, she nodded to the bartender who quickly resurfaced with a drink for her and Ben. Happily she took the two drinks in her free arm and led the pair outside towards the front parking lot. Coolly she handed Ben's drink to him and opened the cap to hers, taking a long refreshing sip. "Ahhhhh, nothing like a cold drink after being in that mess." Indy commented lightly, a teasing hint in her tone. Slowly she began to strip off her over-sized hoodie, thankful that she had a fun sports-bra underneath. The cool night air felt amazing on her now exposed skin. She wrapped her sweater around her waist and followed Ben's lead by leaning up against a wall. She took a moment to look up at the gorgeous waxing moon in sight, and sighed with appreciation.

Indy let herself slide down the wall so that she now sat on the floor, with her side against the cool bricks. She took another sip from her drink and smiled at Ben. The feeling of butterflies entered her stomach as Ben spoke. A soft red was starting to spread on her cheeks, this time not from being in a heat-packed place. She bowed her head shyly and then looked back up at Ben, patting the ground in front of her. She wanted to encourage him to sit at her level.

She examined Ben's face for a few moments, finally smiling at the sincerity of his comment. "I don't think I've had this much fun at this club with anyone before...but, there's something about you...-" Indy trailed off, looking at Ben with a smile on her face. Without any hesitation she pulled out another cigarette and lit it with the lighter she had snagged from the bar tender.
Taking in a long drag of the cigarette, she let the smoke out before finishing her thought. "-you're really something too, Ben." This time the smile on her face became more timid as opposed to playful. Indy let her ponytail fall down into her face as she felt the burning on her cheeks intensify. She anxiously took multiple pulls from her cigarette, exhaling to the ground beneath her.

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Stepping out of the building, Ben realized how stifling it'd really been in his choice of shirt. He pulled his arms from their sleeves and held them under the fabric, cool air seeping upwards - even more so as he took the bottle with his hands under it - stretching the sweaty material without a care. Of course he wouldn't be able to drink it right like that, but whatever. He was just marinating in this whole feeling. The world seemed so open right now, so full of something Ben couldn't name. His right arm burrowed under the waist of his shirt and clutched the bottle as he brought it up for the well-needed refresher. The skin of his stomach and chest drank in the outside air when he'd lifted his arm, a chilling but incredibly pleasant feeling.

"You can say that again," he remarked, her teasing tone carrying his own back at her - taking in a drink before he looked over in awe at the new brightness there before him. Her skin complemented the dull hue from the moon as it carried her over to him, his eyes absorbing as much as they could without zoning in to any particular spots. The right corner of his lips drew itself in, an anxious sort of smile holding itself hostage as she looked up at the source of reflective light- her neck craned and bathing in the softness.

He could feel the urge to touch upon her neck, the sea of skin he'd yet to explore and gulped silently - following it with another pull at the beer, amazed at his mind's quietness now - which urged him to speak. In his periphery he saw Indy snail down to a sitting position against the wall. But it didn't feel right for her to be that far down from him, practically at his feet. When she gestured him down Ben lowered himself by bending at his knees. Unsupported, his balance nearly tipped in to her but he caught himself and settled within a cozy distance beside her. The shirt he was half wearing felt pretty out of place now, her bare skin on display encouraged him to pull it up and over his head. His hair just a little more mussed than before, he could feel the coolness of the drying sweat upon his scalp and entire body as the night air breezed around them.

It was so calm now. Ben took another deep drink and set his shirt in to a bundle upon his lap, letting go of the half-empty bottle in a secure place beside him. There was something - and it was like a magnetic electricity within the tight space between their bodies. He wanted to close this gap already. Her words, which basically reflected his in that sweet simplicity persuaded him to act. Which he was so close to doing before Indy pulled out a cigarette.

A fucking cigarette.

For a moment, Ben had to smolder over this - busying himself and reaching over to take a lasting drink, darting his eyes upon her as he set it back. His lips deserved to be right where that damn filter was. He dared to scoot closer, to where the gap closed - determined to do something about this injustice. His hand rose and plucked the lit cigarette away as she began to bring it up for another sequence of drags - just as quickly tossing it out of immediate reach. The green of his eyes swirled deeply in observation of her face, pointedly saying fuck that cigarette while speaking, "How about kissing me instead?" Ben's mouth curled in to a wide tipsy smirk, obviously not sorry about a thing he'd done.

Last Edit: Apr 20, 2016 22:49:49 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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Once Ben was down at her level, Indy felt the warmth between them. This time she looked up at him, flipping her ponytail back into place so that there wasn't a curtain of hair covering her face. Indy smiled sheepishly at him as she took another long drink from her bottle. As she brought her cigarette up to take another drag, she felt it plucked from her hands. Her eyes widened when she felt the gap in between them closing. At this point the loss of her cigarette was the last thing on her mind right now. What was currently occupying her mind were Ben's words. Indy was sure that she wanted to kiss him, she was hoping that it would happen. Right now she was still in awe, her face giving away her flustered state.

She gripped her bottle in one hand tightly, letting the dripping condensation cool her hand. Hell, she wasn't going to let the opportunity pass. Indy let herself lean in closer to Ben, feeling his warmth on her exposed skin. Next thing that she knew, her lips were pressed against his. Gently she placed the bottle in her free hand down before pulling away from Ben.

A wicked grin spread across her face. Liquid courage would get her through this, surely. Her fingers reached for the bottle and she quickly downed the contents before placing the bottle back down. This time she pulled herself in even closer to him. "You taste much better anyway." Indy flirted, before leaning back in for another kiss. Indy wrapped an arm around Ben's neck and aggressively pulled him even closer to her.

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How sure of himself could he get? Smiling proudly over Indy's astonished expression, Ben was savoring the feeling not unlike making a 3-pointer from all the way across the court. The beers had definitely been the ticket and he only had her to thank for that. Actually, he had a handful of things to thank her for - but he wasn't about to kill the mood with a bunch of grateful rambling. He knew that if he started to talk now, he'd probably go and say something he shouldn't. Anyway, he wanted to feel this completely, without the distraction of his own mind wandering.

She leaned in and his smile met her own lips halfway. He did what he could to push back his sense of taste and smell, though it was a feat to do. The lingering effects of the cigarette on her lips and breath didn't help him to enjoy this much. He knew what to expect though. So when she pulled away he just smirked right back at her, his head light upon his shoulders as he watched her chug at her beverage with voracious eyes.

Theoretically, Bennett Dudley was an inexperienced virgin - but that didn't mean Toby Perrish was. Far from it actually. Technically Ben did leave his life and exploits way behind him in the move to Salem, but he kept all his prior experience under his belt. Bennett just hadn't had his chance yet, until now. A gagged and bound part of him screamed to not get too close too fast, but it was muffled and buried deep in the recesses of his brain. What was happening now was much more fun, tap dancing around his conscious and giving in to the curiosity of how her skin felt under his fingertips as she pulled against him.

"Damn straight," he countered right away, though he probably just tasted like beer and not much else. The sweetness of her drink was a helluva lot better than the smokey taste that it had pretty much washed away. He groaned slightly in to the contact, his arms acting with a mind of their own as they wrapped around her thin frame and pulled her over him, his legs adjusting to make space for her on his lap. "You're fucking amazing." he spoke briefly his lips hovering only an inch away from hers, his voice rough and desirous - pressing forward and kissing her again, his mouth parting and willing their intimacy to rise to a whole 'nother level.

Last Edit: Apr 21, 2016 13:53:30 GMT -5 by pierce

the Girls:
Tamara Dudley * Cleo Leon * Julietta 'Remy' Polait * Eloise Temple, PI * Perla Mercer * Lynn Goodwin * Lilith Peters

the Guys:
Bennett Dudley * Elliot Sadler * Lance Fleece * Clay Carpet * Wade Rawlson * Sylvan Peters * Clint Clark * Miles Lambert * Marty Rivers * Calvin Powell

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This feeling of intimacy was new to Indy. Sure she'd had a few heated make-out sessions with touching involved, but with those people she hadn't ever really wanted to go all the way with. Indy wasn't sure if the alcohol had some part in this and normally she would be worrying about how to make an escape, but this time she felt her mind completely at ease and okay with what was happening. Indy felt herself being pulled into Ben's lap and did nothing to stop him. The burning of her cheeks continued to grow with each intensified sensation going on in her body. As he spoke, his breath lingered on her lips. Now Indy was craving it. To taste his lips again. The loud music from inside the club had become dull out here, but it was sort of soothing. For once, Indy wasn't afraid to feel like a sexual being who had needs and urges. All of these things had been suppressed inside her for so long. Once his lips met hers again, she parted her mouth slightly, letting him proceed.

She felt herself melting into him and a quiet moan escaped her lips and into his mouth at the feeling. Her desire was starting to propel her even further as she aggressively kissed him back. Letting her hand find a place in his hair and grabbing on tightly. As easily as she had let herself slip into this moment, her mind easily began to question everything. 'You're going to sleep with him aren't you? You do know how many people will be coming in and out of this place, right? Everyone's going to see you and think that you're a slut.' Her mind commented at her. Indy tried her hardest to ignore these thoughts, not wanting to ruin the moment. Though the thought of being caught was starting to become more worrisome to her.

Slowly she pulled away from Ben's kisses, as an idea had just popped into her head. "How about we go somewhere more private? There's a beach nearby...we could stop at the little convenience store that's by there and get a bottle and some towels-" Indy started, then she looked down shyly realizing they might need something else. "-and you know...anything else you might need." Indy finished, looking at Ben and biting her lip, hoping he would get the gist of what she was trying to imply.

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