Restless Nights

Aria Pax & Kim Taehyung





Min Yoongi & Raelynn

Thing were stressful at home. Things weren't really going well between Yoongi and his girlfriend; their arguments were getting worse and he was pretty sure the last one had almost ended in a break up. Or perhaps it had ended in a break up, he couldn't really remember. His girlfriend had just blown up on him and he hadn't been able to calm her down at all, but she hadn't really been cooperative in it and everything had escalated. He couldn't even remember most of the argument at this point. With a sigh, he figured he could just relax for a while now that he was here in Vegas; he could just... Forget his troubles and problems back at home, even if only for a little while. That was his thought process, anyways, as he stepped into a casino and went to the bar to order a drink.

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When Aria had heard about her mother's and step-father's accident, she knew she'd have to come home, especially since her step-father seemed to have gotten the worst of it and her mother's arm had been broken. Her mother wouldn't be able to take care of her step-father, so she knew she had to step up and help if she could. She hadn't really given any warning, not until she was halfway there, at a layover, and texted her mom to let her know she was on her way home, but she wasn't sure if her mom had seen the text or not since the woman hadn't replied. Really, she was probably on too many pain meds to stay focused or awake half the time at this point. When she arrived, she walked off the airplane and moved to grab her baggage.

@ momentai.
Raelynn yawned as she stepped out on the balcony, sighing softly she place a steaming cup of coffee to her lips. Gulping down some of the contents of the cup, the liquid seeping over her body warming as it went. Placing her cup down on the ledge of the balcony, soon resting her elbows on it. Looking out over the city of Vegas, she smiled. Last nights events taking over her mind. Sighing softly she thought about how her little sister had gotten married and had a child already. She'd flown to Vegas to be there for the birth of her nephew. She only felt out of place lately because her sister's husbands family were asshole. Her sister was all she had since their parents passed, so of course she would make it for the birth of her family. Though things hadn't gone the way she'd planned and it really bumped her out knowing that the time she'd planned on spending with her sister was now going to be spent alone.

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Taehyung sighed softly hearing his father bitch again. "If you don't like it then sit in it." He growled at his father. He knew that the old man was just pissed because he felt helpless. But it was irritating that they had the same argument every time. The man had been out of the hospital for less than 24 hours and he knew the care he needed, but refused to have his son help. Rolling his eyes he wondered where his step mother was at. The man always listened to him when she was around. He hated that taking care of his father had turned into a full time job, even though it was suppose to be a ten minute cleaning. Shaking his head he really wished he hadn't given up his personal time for this. It was starting to get old quickly and it hadn't even been a full day yet. Shaking his head he turn and exited the room, he'd leave it for later. His father would regret it later when he hurt because of it. But he wasn't' going to force the issue.

The casino was loud, but it didn't really bother Yoongi while he was at the bar. This specific casino was a part of a hotel - many were in Vegas, - and the floors above were meant for the rooms. Yoongi figured that, after he drank a bit, he could probably go ahead and get the card to his room and head up for the night. Maybe some time later, he could properly enjoy himself in the casino, but he wasn't quite sure about that idea in the moment. Right now, he just wanted to forget, and a part of him was sure that, if he allowed himself to enjoy the time he spent there, he may start to wish that his girlfriend was there with him and that wasn't really something that he wanted to deal with right now. No, right now, he just wanted to relax and forget and pretend that everything was okay. It was the main reason he'd found himself at the bar in the first place and, after ordering himself a drink, he glanced around to see if there was anything else that might distract him for the night. Maybe he could eventually convince himself to play the slots or to play Blackjack, who knew?

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While Aria waited for somebody to open the door, she glanced around the yard a bit while leaning against the door frame. Her mother had two gardens - one for flowers and one for fruits and vegetables. The flowers wrapped around the sides of the house in a way that looked nice enough, but she wondered how long it would take for them to wilt if they weren't tended to properly - mostly because she wasn't sure if her mother could tend to them in her state. The food garden was out in the yard, in a square section, and Aria recognized the tomato and pepper plants for sure, but she couldn't quite get a good view of the others. Again, she wondered if her mother could properly tend to them, but the thoughts slipped her mind when the door finally opened. Her mother looked fairly surprised to see her when she opened the door but she smiled anyways. "Aria," she greeted before she hugged her with her good arm and Aria returned the hug. "Hey, mom," she murmured, "I texted you to let you know I was coming." Her mom blinked, having clearly not read the text, but she nodded and moved aside to let Aria in.

@ momentai.
Raelynn placed her coffee cup next to the sink, deciding it was best for her to get dressed and not waste any more of her day. Granted she'd been up half of the night before passing out from the amount of alcohol she'd consumed. Moving through her room she grabbed a few items she'd need before entering the bathroom. Having already showered, she stepped up to the mirror to apply her make up. Though she wasn't a good as a make up artist she was well above average. She had to learn early to hone her skills, being seen in public with out make up was a rarity for her. Having a career in high fashion industry, she was prone to have pictures taken. Sighing softly she bent down and flipped her hair over, running a brush through it, hoping to resolve any issue with tangles and help with volumizing. Standing up she threw he head back, allow her hair to return to its rightful place. Turning to face the mirror she smiled as her hair just fell into a natural curl. The thickens of her hair had the lose ringlets just hanging wavily against her shoulder and back. Lifting her hairspray she showered her head in hopes to keep her hair controlled for the night. Turning to finish her finally touches on her look she smiled satisfied. Licking over her neutral colored lips she exited the bathroom. Her thoughts soon turned to what to wear, normal she'd never be caught dead in anything other than a black blouse, and a sharp pencil shirt. Some days it was a suit jacket adorning her arms. But most of the time she never swayed from her comfort zone. Grasping a pair of short in her hands she looked over them wondering what the hell the designer was thinking. Even if it was all the rave in fashion it was still and insult to women every where. Though she ignored her inner thought as slipped them on. They almost made her feel like she was wearing a skin tight diaper or overly large granny panties. Grasping the top for the outfit she regretted allowing her assistant to help with the packing. Though he swore this was the thing to wear if she felt a little flirty or horny. Know the man had more fashion scenes in his left foot than she did it her whole body she'd go with his words. Slipping her feet into her heels, she stood in front of the mirror. It was a look for the books, but she was unsure if that was where it was going. Grasping her clutch she exited her room, and caught the next elevator down. Hoping to stop at the bar, maybe get a bit of courage in her before she hit the town. Tonight the sky was the limit and she was sure as hell going to enjoy it.

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Tae was on his decent down the stairs when he heard the door bell ring. A soft groan exiting his mouth, just what he needed was extra visitors. The past few days he hadn't gotten a moments piece. The door bell was constantly ringing, if it wasn't a neighbor giving their condolences, or a neighbor bring food. He'd had to explain it countless times that his parents weren't dead and they were going to be just fine. After that it turned into people coming to visit to get the scoop on the accident and how his parents looked. He knew the people in the town were snoops but he'd had his fill of them. Reaching the bottom of the steps he stopped looking at the person entering. Blinking a few times he was stunned he hadn't recognized her the moment he'd spotted her. Rolling his eyes he scoffed. "What are you doing here?" He questioned his step sister. They'd never gotten along, and he knew it was because she'd never approved of the marriage between their parents. Honestly Tae hadn't like it either, but he did his best to support his father. Though tolerating his step sister wasn't ever going to happen. Hearing a word from his mother to settle down and behave he sent one last glare her direction before moving towards the kitchen. Placing himself down in one of the chairs he leaned forward and put his hands in his head. He didn't know how he got here or what he was going to do with his life, but something had to be better than this. He just needed time to figure shit out and right now her being here would only falter his progress on it.

As Yoongi sipped at his drink, his eyes scanned the room for a few moments, though he could the bar and the casino beginning to fill up. People were stepping on and off elevators every few minutes and, each time he heard the ding from it to signal it'd arrived at the floor, his eyes would turn towards it in an attempt to see what new face would come out or step in. It didn't pass the time much and he was beginning to debate on leaving, but he went ahead to order another drink instead. Upon hearing another ding, his eyes went to the elevator once more and he was mildly surprised with the beauty the doors opened up to. While he'd seen many beautiful women in his lifetime and hadn't ever really been worried about admitting it, though, he knew that he perhaps shouldn't accept his own opinion as to the appearance of the woman. After all, his relationship with his girlfriend was still... undetermined at this point and he didn't want to ruin things by thinking of another woman.

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Aria did her best not to roll her eyes when she heard Taehyung's voice. Admittedly, though, she could feel herself tense up with the knowledge that he was there. They'd never gotten along and, last she'd heard, he was long gone from this place, so what was he doing home now, of all times? She glanced over at her mom, but the woman only avoided her gaze. "I'm here to help take care of them since they got into an accident. I'm not heartless, after all," she told him in response, her eyes narrowing as she peered over towards him. "Please don't argue right now," her mother requested and Aria sighed but watched Taehyung leave before she looked to her mom. "Why is he here? What's going on?" she asked quietly, a small frown on her features, though her mom soon began explaining that Taehyung had moved in. The thought filled Aria with dread. She knew there was only one free room in the house and, if Taehyung had moved in, it meant that room wasn't free anymore.

@ momentai.
Raelynn maneuvered herself through the crowds of people. She could feel eyes boreing holes through her. Some were envious, others were lustful. Holding her head high she glided to the bar, knowing that she couldn't pull this attire off for very long if she was going to be the center of attention all night. Booking a room in a hotel that had a casino in it was a bit of a mistake, but she'd deal with it. It was actually one of the largest attractions in Las Vegas, for the fact it had a casino, bar, a golf course, hell it even had a wedding chapel. She knew that what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas. But she also didn't plan on sticking around the hotel for long. It was just enough to get tipsy then she was out. "Can I get a White Russian?" She asked the barista knowing that a fruity drink wasn't was she as needing. The Vodka and Kahlúa in the drink would be more than enough alcohol for her. But it'd still take a few, though she could nurse her drink as long as she needed. "Add it to my bill, room 185." She informed the woman as she handed her the drink. That was the only good thing about having a bar in the hotel you were staying at. Picking her drink up she moved over to a more secluded area, placing herself down into one of the soft black leather chairs. It wasn't long until she was joined by a gentleman, her eyes lingering over his poorly made suit. No doubt he was one of two things, a con trying to get her money, or two trying to seduces her. She knew that men working the whore game still managed to dress classier than this man before her. She ignored his small talk, "what do you want?" She questioned, "because I'm not an ATM and I've fucked suits better made than that, so please leave me alone." She rolled her eyes at him. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in sleeping with someone tonight, she just had better taste. Or so she liked to think so.

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Teahyung frowned hearing the commotion going on in the living room. He knew this step mother had just fill her daughter in on him leaving her. It was actually the last thing he wasn't to do right now. Live with his parents it was embarrassing, though he was faced with two amazing choices. Though one would leave him living with his parents the other could very well have him a mansion. But he knew that by choosing jobs he could loose a friend. Kim Namjoon had just built his business breaking his back, Tae's degree in business could help a friend build a life for himself. But on the other hand Min Yoongi a multimillionaire who'd dabbled in everything, wanted him to take over a large branch of his company. Both men were great friends of Tae's but he didn't know if he could except either offer. If Tae went to work for Yoongi he'd never have to worry about a thing again. But if he worked for Namjoon he'd not only help his friends from losing his business he could very well look at going days with out eating. He knew that if he was a smart man he'd take Yoongi's offer, which expired in a months time. But he didn't know if his heart or friend could ever forgive him for taking it. Some days he wished Namjoon and Yoongi liked each other better, Yoongi would always help a friend in need.

(Sorry! Yesterday morning, my laptop updated and I haven't been able to load Mibba at all. I eventually gave up and just reset my laptop to the previous update and it's working so far.)

Yoongi's eyes trailed the woman for a few moments, despite himself, and he eventually got himself a refill on his drink. When his attention went to his drink for a moment, just long enough to watch the bartender pour it, he'd been distracted long enough that, when he looked back over, somebody had moved over to the woman. However, it didn't seem as though the woman looked very interested or was very happy with the man's company. Yoongi watched the pair for a moment before he stood up and made his way over, offering a small, pleasant and polite smile. "Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he mentioned before he settled his gaze on the woman. "Is he bothering you? Forgive me if I'm making assumptions, but you don't seem very eager to have this man's company. If I am interrupting this, I'll make sure to make it up to you both with a pair of drinks, possibly."

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Aria watched as her mom walked away and a quiet huff escaped her lips. For a moment, she wondered if she should just find a hotel to stay at nearby, but she knew that would bleed her dry of money, especially since there was no telling how long it would take for her mom and step-dad to make a full recovery. Maybe she could crash on the couch, but she wasn't sure how that would work out, either. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she glanced down to her luggage and stared at it for a moment but left it where it was and made her way to the living room. Upon seeing Taehyung, she thought about turning and leaving to search for her step-dad to see how he was doing or to see what her mom might need help with, but she thought better of it and watched him. "What's with that frown?" she asked bluntly, "It's not like you're the only one unhappy with this situation. Or is there more to it than that?"

@ momentai.
(You're fine, apparently my entire family thought it would be great to get sick. So really we all have our off days.)

Raelynn smiled up at the new comer, offering him her attention. "You're very perceptive, or just good at stalking." She smirked at him, completely ignoring the other guy. Her eyes taking in the man before her. His body seeped confidences, she knew he had ever right to be. The clothing he wore were well worth hundreds. She knew that it was shallow of her to judge by someone's attire. But she couldn't help but heed the warning of all news stations about how some helpless woman was fooled into a car or her drink was spiked. "Though I'd love another drink." She smiled, shifting herself back into her chair. Her hand gently placing her empty glass on a table to the left of her. "You can leave." She said to the other guy, not caring if he'd seen the shameless flirting she'd been doing with the new gentlemen. Lifting her leg she placed it carefully on her right knee, her hand moved up to adjust her top better.

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Tae lifted his head, "what situation?" He asked her, not understanding what she was talking about. He'd not told any one about his situation. So she was talking about something else. Though he was uncertain what it could be. Their parents crash shouldn't be a situation for anyone except them. He didn't see how she could be so heartless towards her parents. But ignoring his thoughts he figured it was best not to jump to conclusions. He knew they were horrible to one another as children. But he wasn't looking to continue their childish banter. He needed things to settle down so he could decided things for himself. She would actually be great help for him so he could get back into a routine. Looking at her he waited for her response.

(Oh, I'm sorry! Is everybody okay? Is it serious?)

Yoongi knew this was probably a bad idea. He was certain that this woman was flirting with him and he knew that, if he drank much more alcohol, he'd probably be flirting right back. Because of this, he knew that he probably shouldn't drink anymore, but he couldn't help but to allow the temptation to pull him to sit down while he held his hand up to order them drinks. "I'm perceptive," he assured her with a small shrug. "In my lifestyle, it's a necessity to be perceptive." After all, he couldn't really win in business if he didn't see what interested the customers or those he was interested in doing business with. When the bartender brought their drinks, he looked back to her, arching a brow. "I'm sure you're accustomed to men like that," he gestured to the man who was leaving, "trying to get close to you, though."

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Aria stared levelly at him before she rolled her eyes. "I came her to help them," she pointed out, "Which means, I packed up to move back for a while so that I could help. I didn't know you were here, though, and we both know there's only one room in this house besides our parents'. So, either we have to share the room or I'm crashing on the couch - either way, we're stuck together, even after I'm sure we worked extremely hard to put as much distance between us as possible." She knew she had, at least. She'd moved practically to the other side of the country, because she couldn't stand being around Taehyung. They'd never gotten along, even before their parents got together. While Aria hadn't ever really looked into why they didn't get along, she knew there was no fixing the problem.

(I think it was just a mild case of food poison. We're all fine, just had my hands full with two little ones plus my hubby being sick)

Raelynn smirked softly over at him, "you can say something like that." She said licking over her lips. "It's a curse." She teased, chuckling softly. Shifting forwards she took her drink from the waitress, before leaning back in her chair. Her brows furrowed as she noticed the waitress' stare at him, her eyes raking over his body. It appeared that she wasn't the only one interested in the man sitting before her. Though she did happen to notice the glare that was thrown her away before the girl sauntered away. "It seems I'm not the only one fining myself in that boat." She smirked before taking a sip of her drink. It was a bit stronger than the last one, raising a brow she wondered just why, but didn't think to much on it. Nibbling on her lip she wondered just where this was going and how she could help it move there faster.

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Tae rolled his eyes. "It's only you that will make things difficult." He informed her. "Drama's not my thing." He reminded her, their fights usually started with her having had a bad day and him getting shafted because she'd targeted him. "I don't care that you're here, just as long as you leave me the fuck alone." He informed her not wanting anything to do with her. "You can sleep on the couch for all I care, but this is just as much of my home as yours so remember that before you decide to start shit." He said, standing from his seat. "I don't want to deal with this as much as you, so lets just take this one day at a time." He suggested, his mind not wanted to deal with this.

(Ah, I see. That sounds really hectic. x.x I know food poisoning can be a pain; I hope everybody's recovering well.)

Yoongi lifted his shoulders in a shrug himself, though his attention remained focused on her the whole time, rather than the waitress that had her eyes on him. "I'm not very interested in her. Let's face it, she can probably tell by my suit that I have money, just like that man could tell by your clothes that you are," he pointed out casually, "So, she's likely after the same thing he is - except, with my luck, she'd probably find me in a few months and pretend to be pregnant in hopes of me paying her off." He'd witnessed situations like it before, after all. While the woman may be attracted to him, attraction only went so far - and his attraction was not reciprocated for the bartender. Instead, his attraction was fully centered on the woman he was speaking to.

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Aria's jaw clenched as she stared at him for a few moments. She really did hate him. For some reason, he always seemed to blame her for their arguments, even when she could recall every single one of the arguments he'd started in the past. At this point, she wished she'd known he was there already taking care of their parents. While she'd wanted to be able to help them herself, she knew that she and Taehyung's arguments would only serve to cause more trouble for their parents than anything else. "If you don't care where I sleep, maybe I'll just share the room with you," she said simply, though it was mostly to annoy him more so than anything else. "In fact, I think I'll go ahead and go unpack." Shrugging, she turned and moved to the door to grab her things.

(Well I think some are still milking it, my year old, but other than that they're perfect.)

Smiling at his words, she knew it was true. "Oh that's a thought." She smirked at him before sending a playful wink his way. "How do you know that I have money?" She inquired, "I mean I could have the same con just better clothing." She teased him. Her smile broadening, she knew that it was impossible to deny the fact she had money. For instance the clothing she wore was a unique outfit something only seen on models. Lifting her drink she took another mouthful, before returning her gaze to him. She would have to say this man was something else, most men she met that had money were very full of themselves. She could tell that by his choice of drink that tonight had been a pick me up kind of nights. He was either getting over a hurt heart or it was business related and he'd been subjected to rejection there. What ever it was she knew that tonight he wasn't going to face rejection from her. She was willing to let this go back to her room, but she still wanted to drink a bit more. And honestly she could careless if he wanted to keep her company or not, she just wasn't ready to call it a night yet.

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Taehyung rolled his eyes, of course she'd always do the opposite of what he said. It was like high school all over again. He'd tell her that some guy wasn't into her but she never listened, they'd date and when things ended badly he'd get blamed. He knew that his friends had only been looking out for him when they excepted her invite places. His friend in high school knew how hard it was for him to go from liking a girl to having to back off because she was now family. It had been one of the hardest things he'd had to face in his life. He remembered Namjoon's reaction when he told him that his crush was going to be his sister. It was almost funny looking back at it now, but he knew that even now that she'd grown and turned into a more beautiful woman that it would be harder for him. And he'd already expressed that he didn't need this not now. He knew that if it came down to getting away from her and taking a job with Yoongi he'd do it. He didn't know how many towel incidents he could take. Standing from the couch he followed her up to his room. Stopping in the door way as he watched her slowly unpack. It was as if she was tormenting him. Frowning he looked over to the bunk beds, they wouldn't have to sleep together. But they'd still have to share the bed.

(I'm glad to hear that they're doing okay, then! I hope the year old continues to recover from it!)

"For one, your clothes aren't even mass-produced yet," Yoongi pointed out, as he knew it was a new fashion and, therefore, wasn't easy to come by - if it ended up being mass-produced at all, that is. "Plus, it's clearly name brand." He had a good eye for these types of things, after all. While fashion wasn't his business, he did have to know what was meant to catch others' attention, since he could easily use it to his advantage to gain a better clientel, or a higher amount of customers in general. "Your confidence in the attire says it all, though." After all, not everybody could wear clothes like what she was wearing and be able to walk around with the confidence she clearly had. Tilting his head to the side, his eyes ran over her for a moment. "And you clearly have every reason to be confident as well."

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Aria barely acknowledged that Yoongi had come up to the room. For now, she was busy unpacking, though she paused when she got to her underclothes. Eventually, she decided to leave those in her suitcase until Yoongi wasn't around to see everything. Zipping up the suitcase, she glanced over her shoulder at him and arched a brow slightly. "I'm assuming you've claimed the top bunk like the past?" she asked with mild curiosity. After all, this wasn't the first time they'd shared a room - it was the only extra room in the house, after all. It was another reason she'd left this place so fast, too. Being in the same room with Taehyung and sleeping in the same room had been difficult, especially when he'd gotten to the point of sleeping shirtless and she had to fight herself not to stare.

@ momentai.
Lifting her gaze from her glass she gave him a coy smile, "if your suit didn't cost more than most peoples car then I'd be worried you were trying to hustle me." She informed him, "thank you, I know I make this look good." She chuckled softly, before taking a sip of her drink. She wasn't as confident as he believe her to be, sure she had a nice body. But she didn't like putting it on display for the entire world to see, she was leave room for the imagination kind of girl. She never thought she'd be caught dead in an outfit like this. But who knew she might be wearing it or something similar again. It seemed to be working its charm on this man, some one who would normally lump her with other women and walk right on by. She was a pretty face and a nice body sure but so was plenty of women in this very room. It always boiled down to presentation and clothing. If she were to have walked out of her room in anything else tonight, she'd have miss this opportunity to be sitting right in front of him, carrying on a pointless conversation. One that only meant to fill the silences between their stares.

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Taehyung scoffed at her question, "I never claimed the top bunk." He informed her, "I would have preferred the bottom, but you wanted it so I gave it to you." It was his first mistake, allowing his feelings for her to give her her way. He'd learned quickly that once she had the bottom bunk she also wanted the entire closet. He knew sharing with her was a pain in the ass he just didn't think he'd be back to it again. "I don't care where I sleep, just as long as you're not putting shit in my way this time." Honestly when they were younger you couldn't tell they shared a room, it had been her stuff all over the walls. Hell he even had his sheets picked out to match her room. Luckily his father jumped in and kept him from cuddling up with a pink blanket. He wouldn't have minded it anyways. He's friends and him joked about him sleeping in the pink folds of his bed. It was quiet comical. But all that stuff was in the past, just as long as she could allow it to stay there. He didn't need any drama or worry. He needed to decided what to do with his life, because feeling like a failure sure the hell wasn't what his degrees were for.

Yoongi grinned slightly in response, despite himself, though he offered a small nod in response. "I can definitely agree that you make that outfit look good," he agreed with faint amusement. After all, not many people could pull off an outfit like that; it wasn't meant for everybody and, really, most people weren't really interested in wearing what she was or showing off their form that much unless they were looking for a hook up. He wasn't sure if that was what she was looking for or not, though. "Though, admittedly, I think you may be capable of making any outfit look good. I don't usually think that about many people."

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Aria snorted quietly as she glanced over at him. "Fine, I'll take the top bunk this time. But, if I climb down and catch you looking through a porn magazine, we're trading," she said simply before she moved her suitcase off to the side, out of the way. Eventually, she moved to climb onto the top bunk before she stretched out a bit. "Do you know if they have any spare sheets and blankets? I only brought my pillow." Her favorite pillow, actually; she'd had it since before their parents even got married. But, since she didn't want Tae to tease her about it, she decided she'd wait until later that night to pull it out.

@ momentai.
Smirking she leaned forward, "you're very right, I can pull off any outfit." She chuckled slightly knowing that her words were a double edged sword. She wasn't normally conceded, but he plus the alcohol was helping aid her swollen head. Taking her cup to her lips she emptied the contents, before placing it back on the table in front of her. Shifting she placed her hand on his arm, "I believe I need your admirer." She teased needing her drink refilled but not seeing a server in site. She also let her hand linger a little too long on his arm, just wanting to feel some contact between the two of them. She however was not surprised when the silk like material appeased her touch. He wasn't wearing a fake or knock off suit, she could feel how his muscles contracted under the perfectly tailored suit, as it almost acted as a second skin. Leaning back she move her hands into her lap, shifting and crossing her legs. Hoping that this night would go as she wanted, with him in her bed.

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Tae sighed happy he didn't have to give up his bed, he really enjoyed being able to stretch out on the bed. He really couldn't do that on the top bunk seeing as it was meant for someone under 6 feet tall. Rolling his eyes at her words. "Believe me I've got a better imagination, I don't need a magazine." He teased her, knowing that if she walked off the top bunk and he was masturbating, it would be embarrassing for her. He honestly didn't know if it would be payback or gratification. Having her witness him pleasuring himself, almost made him happy just thinking about it. Groaning from her words he moved to the closet pulling out some things she'd need for the night. "Here." He said placing them beside her on her bed, "anything else my lady?" He questioned, bowing at her, feeling like her servant.

Yoongi grinned slightly, despite himself, because he couldn't help but to enjoy her reactions. "I'm Yoongi, by the way," he introduced himself after a moment as he finished off his drink, though he was definitely beginning to feel the effects. One more and he was sure he would be at the point of forgetting the night, but he didn't really want to stop. The alcohol was helping him gain courage to be around her, even with his possibly ended relationship. "Would you mind telling me your name? I think I may have to commit it to memory, if your words are true about being able to pull off anything."

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Aria snorted quietly in response as she rolled her eyes. "A better imagination? How? Do you imagine one of your friends?" she teased lightly, though she rolled onto her stomach to watch him, arching a brow as he got what she needed. A small frown came to her features upon hearing his words and she sighed. "I didn't ask you to get them. I asked if you knew whether our parents had any. I would have gotten them myself," she grumbled quietly before she got down so that she could fix the bed. "Thanks, though."

@ momentai.
Yoongi she rolled his name across her tongue, it was a very unique name. She like it, it fit him very well. "My name?" She questioned, wondering why in the world they really needed to know. Tonight would be the last time they seen each other. But she wasn't surprised that he wanted to know. Most guys liked to know a name to call out during sex, or was that women. Smirking teasingly at him she debated on telling him the truth or not. "Raelynn." She informed him, lifting her gaze to his. Right now she wanted nothing more than to leave. Though she still wanted another drink. Something that might impair her ability to walk, but she didn't see that happening anytime soon. Shifting forwards she was just about to ask him if he wanted to head up to her room when a loud cheering noise erupted. Her attention turning towards the bar, a woman wearing a sash that said "Bride", her body tucked under the arm of a guy. The both of them seemed to be utterly happy and in the mood to celebrate their newly married ceremony. Chuckling she wondered if anyone that got married in Vegas stayed married.

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Tae chuckled hearing her line about his friend. "Oh yes I love fanaticizing about Yoongi and how he ravishes my body." He rolled his eyes, before moving to stand behind her as she made her bed. "Your just mad I don't do it about you." He hummed softly, wondering just how his words would effect her. Even if it wasn't something they should be thinking about, he still did. He would catch himself staring at her even when he swore he was over his crush on her. But those things happened in the past, and he wasn't about to let her newly mature body tempt him in that way. No matter how hard it got.

Yoongi's attention went to the loud celebrations going on, his brows furrowing slightly in surprise. Idly, he wondered how drunk those people were if they were getting married. They probably hadn't even known each other for longer than that night, honestly. Not that he was really one to outright judge them; he was just certain that that marriage wouldn't last. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to her. "Pleasure," he said with a small smirk. "Your name's almost as beautiful as you are."

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Aria glanced over her shoulder at him when she heard his words, an eyebrow arching, though she turned and moved closer to him, a small smirk appearing on her features. "You think I'd be mad that you don't get off because of me?" she asked quietly before she slipped her finger into the collar of his shirt and tugged him gently to her level. "Or are you saying that because you want that to matter to me? Or maybe you're hoping to get me to say that fantasizing about you gets me off?" Her smirk still in place, she turned away from him to finish fixing her bed.