Crush Crush Crush [Baz]

[pepper]

5th of December

Her assignment had been given back today. Her and her friend Stephanie, had both received A+'s on it. So, tonight was girls night out, out to a nightclub to celebrate, party a bit, maybe pick up a few guys. Of course, it wouldn't be to hard for her.

Her favorite song was playing, Crush Crush Crush by Paramore. As she sung the lyrics, she looked around the room, trying to compare herself to them.

"I notice your eyes are always glued to me...." She sung, looking around and seeing a guy, his eyes glued to her. She smiled at him, and turned around for a drink.

Taking sips at it, she turned back around, and he was standing there. As he introduced himself, she smiled to him, a cheeky but innocent smile. "Pepper Whalan" she told him, sipping her drink.
"Would you like to dance?"

[baz]

The night was going rather smoothly, standing around a torso height round table, his other photographer friends enjoying a few beers in hand, close to the bar for easy access of another round by each of the boys. Baz was a blokey bloke, only really liked the type of things other 'normal' blokes would. Even though, someone could say to him that photography was a poofs idea of picking up, he ignored them and continued doing what he liked doing and quite frankly, what he was good at, and not to mention, all expences paid for. He was doing something that he was good at, actually led him somewhere. And that somewhere just happened to be here, smack bam in the middle of Melbourne for a few weeks before pressing on through Adelaide and across the west to Perth.

As it happened, this night was going rather well. There were many people out, of course, none that he knew of. The house music in the club rattled his body as the music vibrated through the floor boards, and he loved every moment of it. The flashing strobe lights, the disco ball twirling the middle of the dance floor and the smoke machine that gave the hint of mystery with the sweltering dancing bodies. Where he came from, nothing was as mystical as this. The most he got from the 'night' club back at home, was either a local band playing in the dark with a spotlight pointed toward them and a few kegs of VB behind the bathtub bar. But Baz couldn't find anything he didn't like about the place, and without realizing it, was watching a group of girls enter through the cloak room and into the dancing area.

Two of the girls, as his eyes watched, went to the bar to order the first round. One seemed average, nothing out of the ordinary compared to the leggy blonde who stood next to her at the bar. Baz smiled at his mates, not moving his head to join in on their conversation - they obviously saw her as well. She wasn't the average bar-fly, she looked almost too good to be in a place as dirty as the nightclub, but if there was any moment to introduce himself - now was the time. Downing his beer and wiping the residue off his lips with the back of his hand. Baz straightened out his red short sleeve flannel dress shirt and checked his fly was zipped up on his wrangler jeans and pushed his way through the crowd and over to the bar - leaving behind the derogative hootings from his group. It was the right time, she had ordered herself a drink and was waiting, slipping in his name and a dazzling smile she replied with hers.

"Pretty name, Pepper." he smiled, titling his head to the side as he subconsciously eyed her up. She was slender, toned and looked rather fit. He wondered how old she was, couldn't have been much younger than himself. He was rather surprised when she forwardly asked him to dance, not being much of a spectacular dancer himself he couldn't really pass up the opportunity with a pretty face. Nodding, he side smiled at her - half interested in where this was going to lead him. "Sure, good song for it." Perhaps he was just trying to make some small talk, show that he was interesting and interested in the things she might have been. As he lingered by the bar, he nodded at her. The bartender had placed their order down, not that it was his duty - but merely signalling that her order was there. It was merely a polite gesture.

Leaving her at the bar, he took it upon himself to make his way to the dance floor, decending the steps and waiting for her to follow. This was going to be an interesting night.

[pepper]

He seemed like an alright guy, straight over, complimenting her name. Her mother had always loved the name, and Pepper had loved it aswell, it was so original. Who else was called Pepper. As a kid she had always dreamed of finding and marrying a man called Salt, when she told her mum this, she couldnt stop laughing for 3 hours.

"Yeah, people tell me" she said, grinning at him. He agreed to dance with her, and walked off, leaving her at the bar to follow him. She couldn't help but catch a glimpse of his ass as he walked off, grinning. She was sure he would be doing the same had she been the one walking off, he was a guy after all.

"Do you dance much?" She said, starting to dance. Nightclub dancing was always weird, it wasn't like slow dancing, it was always bouncy, everyone going all around. She wasn't much of a dancer herself, but was sure he wouldn't mind. She was looking behind him, over his shoulder, at his group of mates where he came from, all looking very obviously jealous that he beat them to asking her.

She just grinned at them cheekly and looked back at Baz, putting her arms over his shoulders as they danced, bopping up and down, as she shook her head and her hair went everywhere. She smiled at him, stopping her head shaking and her hair looking somewhat similar to sex hair.

"This place is boring me!" She said loudly over the music. "Want to get out of here?"

[baz]

As he let his body be engolfed with the body thumping of the music, and the heat that was coming from the other bodies dancing similiar to how they were. As she asked if he danced much, he pursed his lips together in an indecisive smile and shrugged. As Pepper threw her arms around his shoulders, his smile grew wider and running his fingers down her arms latched onto her hips and pulled her closer. To him, their little cat and mouse playfulness was almost competitive. Both of them seemed experience in the art of picking up.

He watched her intently as she flicked her hair back out of her face, and knew that she saw the group of blokes that were still standing at the bar table, gwarking at the two dancing on the floor. The image reminded him of nasties, and that made him smile. Biting his bottom lip, he ran his fingers down her torso and continued dancing as she smiled at him. Her face was dazzling, and her bright blonde hair was smooth and he just wanted to smell her skin - she was just plain hot and she knew it. Baz leaned in her hear what she was saying and just caught the end of her sentence.

"Right now?" he asked, almost stumbling over his words a little aghast that she was asking such a forward question for a girl. But then again, he already guessed that from her when she pointedly asked him to dance before he was able to ask her. He glanced over his shoulder as he noticed some of his mates rolling their eyes and trying to pick up the other local talent, but then shifted his eyes to her friend who she entered with. "What about your chick friend?" he asked inclining his head toward her friend.

[pepper]

He seemed somewhat shocked that she had suggested they get out of here already, but of course, she just wanted to have a little fun, after all that work on her paper, she deserved it, for a little while. She nodded her head, biting her bottom lip to tease him.

"Yes, right now." She said to him, grinning cheekily. "All work and no play makes me a dull girl. Do I seem like a dull girl to you, Baz?" She was having fun teasing him, just as she did all the people that hit on her, or should she call them her victims.

She grabbed his hand and started to walk out to the door,dragging him along, running into her friend Stephanie on the way out. "We're... heading off" She told her. "He has some friends you know" motioning to Baz's mates and winking at her, before heading out the door with his hand in hers.

"Your place or mine?" She grinned.

[baz]

"I think you're hot," he blurted out before he could stop himself, he wanted to cover his mouth before he said something else as pointedly as that, stood for a moment, awkwardly besides her, before she took him by his hand and dragged him back to her friend. He couldn't really hear what she was saying to her friend, over the thumping music that was rocking the place, but while they pressed on to the door, he stopped brielfy to the table where his friends were standing around, still, gwarking at him.

"Going out for a quicky, take the other, she'd be up for anything I'd say." he laughed to his mates as he wriggled his eye brows and pushed the large glass doors open and stood outside. While their hands were still clentched together, he brought her up close to him. It was considerably colder outside, mainly becuase it was such a difference from the heated dancefloor inside, and the cold bashing breeze outside was a nice excuse just to press his body up against hers. She was smaller than he was, her petite body was smooth and lean, and he liked it.

Looking down at her as his arms wrapped themselves around her shoulders so their stomachs touched, he smiled, "I have a motel with a spa just around the corner. All expenses paid..." he offered tilting his head to the side, the small smile creeping back up against his face. "Free wine, free beer, free play time."

[pepper]

His honesty made her laugh, as he told her that he thought she was hot. She thought about being a bit up herself for the moment, sure that he wouldn't mind. "Oh, I know you do. Most guys do. I can tell" She told him, obvious that that was just blurted out and now he was feeling awkward.

She was intrigued when he said that he was in a motel. Of course he would be, he was here on business. The idea of the spa sounded alright, and all expenses paid, what else could she hope for.

"Hell, lets go their then" She grinned at him. "Are you up for it?"

[baz]

Her confident words came out easily, and even as she said that most guys see that she's hot, he smiled slightly. There was some doubt that she might have meant it in jest, perhaps people just saw her as an object and not as a person. But, he quickly shook off that idea and nodded as she agreed to go back to his motel room,so side stepping to the kerb, he flagged down a taxi. "I'm up for anything." he replied with a smile. They didn't have to wait for long, almost a minute had passed when a white Ford taxi pulled up. Baz opened the door for her to get in first, and quickly followed suit.

Sitting in the taxi, he leaned forward and mumbled the address of the motel room he was staying and with a nod the driver released the break and drove off. Getting himself comfortable, he threw an arm around her and smiled, resting his other hand on his knee. He had been at the nightclub for some time, but it hadn't really effected him - he wasn't really one to over drink to ruin any night that he was going to have. And just as well, because had it have been that way, he wouldn't have happened to come across this beautiful girl. He tore his eyes away from the passengers side window and glanced at her.

"I take it that you do this often?" he commented, a small smile tugging at his lips. He was having a go at her, playing around, nothing too serious because in fact he had done this many times and by her actions, she had as well.

[pepper]

He was up for anything, which she found was a good thing. It means she could do what ever she wanted to him, and she planned on doing just that. It wasn't long before the taxi came, and they were headed towards Baz's place. "Surely your name isn't Baz? Whats your really name? Adam? Robbo Maybe?" She guessed, giggling.

She was slightly turned off when he guessed she did this often. But of course, guys say stupid things, so she let it go for the moment. "Are you calling me a slagg, Baz?" She turned to him, acting all serious for a moment, wanting to scare him, but then grinning and smiling at him. "Its ok. All I can say is, its not my fault that guys like you are attracted to me instantly. I can't help it"

[baz]

He question didn't come as a surprise, and glanced over at her on the other side of the taxi, "Robert," he said with a small nod, his smile fading slightly. He hated that name, for some reason it always reminded him some middle aged man who sits out the front of his place watching the young teens walk past his place to get to school. He wasn't anything like that old man, that's why he preferred to be called by his nickname. It was really only his father that occassionally said Rob, or Robert in passing conversation.

His thoughts were brought back when she played with him, acting defiantly as she accused him of calling her a slag, of course he didn't think it, he didn't say it. Shrugging he firstly took her reaction seriously, but smiled as she had done - just showing that it was a bit of a joke. So, boys like him always liked her? "Well, sorry... but I don't think I'm just any guy..." he corrected, letting his eyes focus on a passing tranny standing on the street. There were all sorts of things he wouldn't have seen previously on the farm. They just weren't around, or if they were, didn't act like trannies.

"... and I get it, you're attractive and you know it." Baz replied slightly. Just her words came out very differently as how he imagined her to be. She seemed to be a little overconfident with herself. Even if he didn't mean to sound as forward as he did, he licked his bottom lip nervously before prying his eyes away from the passing image of the trannie and focused on her. "That's like saying, I can't help being hot too..." He replied, a small facetious smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

[pepper]

She had gotten it in... almost one. His name was Robert, and she decided she was going to call him Robert to his face, to see his reaction. She thought it would be funny, to see what he does. He didn't seem to think he was one of the boys who just fell for her straight away. She still thought this was the case, but was gonna let it go for the moment.

He kind of offended her the way he said, '.. and I get it, you're attractive and you know it', but she let it go, as, she didn't think that he meant it to come out that way. Then he started with the jokes, saying 'That's like saying, I can't help being hot too...'. She decided to join in on the joke.

"Well, I can't help that either." She grinned at him. "I mean, sure, if you don't think i'm attractive, Robert, i'll get out now" She said, hiding a smile, how would he react to that one.

[baz]

Seemed like he struck a small nerve in her, with his comments. But all it did was bring a smile to his otherwise vacant face. His smile widened as she called him Robert, and it made him laugh out loud, just once. He hadn't been called Robert in a long time, not since he called his father to let him know that he had arrived in Sydney safe and soundly a few days ago. With the gruff, 'I love you, Robert... take care,' type of disjointed voice. Two grown men, didn't really know how to show or say affection to each other very well, it was awkward enough just hugging the man.

But he didn't answer her - a fight that wasn't going to be one., and he thought she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Her body was to die for, and her face, those eyes and those red kissable lips... he was having a hard enough time trying to keep the seam of his pants from busting open.

Turning to face her, he knew that this mumbled type of conversation could wait until later, and seeing as they were heading toward his place already, he was pretty confident that she wasn't going to back out on him. Sliding his arm around her waist, he quickly pulled her toward him and planted a kiss on her plump lips. She tasted just as good as she looked.

[pepper]

As she looked at him, he noticed he was... well, she couldn't think of the word. But still, it was funny just looking at him, she looked at his face, lowering her eyes to his chest, and looking further down, to his pants.

She noticed that the front of his pants was fairly, big. Pepper had no idea how guys could walk around with those things, yet, she decided to play it a bit more, teasing him. He slid his arm around her waist and kissed her. She kissed him back, and ran her hand up his leg, moving it back and forth up her leg and almost cracking up laughing because he couldn't control himself.

"Excited, Baz?" She said, grinning as she came out of the kiss, and moved back in again.