sell me a kiss {luke}

[midori]

So technically, Vienna didn't need a T-shirt for Baby Circus. She wouldn't even want to wear it, seeing as she found them to be far too masculine for her tastes. It would never compliment her figure the way she wanted it to, though she supposed could always make a few modifications to make it suit her taste more. Still, it was hard to get guys to approach her through a simple turn of her hips when there was a baggy, cut-up shirt covering her frame. It was always why she preferred to stick to something that was created especially for females, but in the end, she gave into her inner desire to show some support for the band she always prettied up before their gigs.

The slim blonde waved through crowds gathered around the merch tables, pausing occasionally to shoot a guy who looked fairly cute a flirtatious grin, though she disappeared before anyone could really get around to stopping her and suggesting a hook-up. At one point, she even caught the eye a fierce-looking brunette's boyfriend, though she winded up laughing when the guy smiled stupidly at her and waved, only to get her a crude gesture from his significant other directed toward her. Vienna always did have a hobby of being a boyfriend-thief, and it was never a phase that passed. If it weren't for the fact that she was trying to polish up her reputation, then she definitely would've sauntered over to bid his a greeting that was a bit too friendly.

When the tables seemed closer, she quit her little habit of hitting on a guy every five seconds. Vienna wanted to randomly pick out a T-shirt, waste some money, and part from the crowd quickly. She was someone who loved to be among people, but she always meant at clubs or parties or some other sort of social gathering. Stuck in between a bunch of nameless people was far from her definition of a good day. Finally reaching the tables, she squeezed through a crowd of teenage girls squealing over some band who supposedly had a sexy lead singer, though she didn't pay much attention to them. The only band she cared about was Baby Circus. There was also the issue that lead singers tended to have an ego and were fairly self-centered, which she hated. Sure, she was allowed to be as selfish as she pleased, but anyone else had to shower her with attention before she even bothered giving him a second glance.

Nearly rushing, Vienna dug her hands into her pocket to search for a few crumbled bills as she muttered, "One Baby Circus T-shirt, please. I don't care what the design is."

[midori]

'Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...' "I'm sorry, what?" It wasn't as if Vienna wanted to be rude, though she definitely was over fifty percent of the time. It was the fact that she spent over half an hour squeezing between the bodies of faceless strangers, only pausing occasionally to flash flirty smiles, but the sight of a few men she considered sexy wasn't enough to keep her from getting annoyed at the fact that she was getting pushed around. She never really had much of a problem with physical contact, but it was the fact that this was the public and her appearance was getting messier and messier, and that was just unacceptable.

Evidently, the teen selling the T-shirts wasn't in one of the best moods either. There was obvious annoyance in his tone, though his expression portrayed annoyance also. Vienna opened her mouth, ready to snap at him for his attitude. He could treat people as pests if he wanted, but when anyone was speaking to her, she certainly expected a friendlier tone because to be honest, she was hot. How could anyone be pissed off as someone as sexy as her? It may have sounded conceited for her to bluntly state that she was extremely attractive, but it was technically the truth. She had an hourglass figure that some girls would kill to have, and she could effortlessly look beautiful without the aid of make-up, though she used it anyway because playing around with cosmetics was a hobby. Nonetheless, her point was that she expected to be treated at least decently because she looked good and she knew it.

Before she could lash out at the said merch, he turned away. Scowling slightly, Vienna flipped him off, resulting in an eruption of giggles from people who had been watching, though she would have been more satisfied if the guy had seen her . Pressing her lips into a small pout, she put her hand down, deciding that it wasn't one of the best ideas in the world to go around flipping off random people simply because she felt scorned.

Though telling herself to calm down was simple, actually doing it was much harder. She considered slapping the scraggly teen when he turned back, but every scenario of striking at him flew out of her mind when a different boy took his place. The type of silence she was caught in wasn't the stupid, cliched, oh-my-gosh-I'm-in-love type that people found in cheesy love stories. It was more like she had to bite her lower lip to keep from saying, 'Hey, you're hot. So am I. How about we hit a hotel room and make things go bump in the night now?'

Vienna couldn't help but to smile at his first words and wryly responded, "No worries. Everything's definitely better now. And you could help me out by giving me your name." For a second, she nearly asked him how much it would cost for him to give her a kiss, but she didn't want to rush ahead of herself. Though one-night stands should have been nice and simple to get, she had her standards. It wasn't like she went around throwing money at good-looking men and then demanded that they hop into a bed with her. Instead, she just smiled and copied his movements, leaning forward.