infect me with your poison. closed.

[cloe elizabeth st james]

it felt good to get out of the house. cloe was sick of being cooped up in that lonely three bedroom house. the house was originally her parents, but with the recent passing of her mother, her father moved out and gave her the house. it was nice, cozy and still furnished the way her parents liked it. she was scared to change it. she was scared to replace the creaky hard wood floors, the dusty old ceiling fans and the ancient family photo's from when cloe was a baby. she was scared her mother would arise from the grave and haunt her for disturbing her peace.

cloe was a bit superstitious like that though, its just who she was. rolling over in the large king sized bed cloes arm flopped off the side of the bed and her pit bull maximus began his daily routine of licking her hand and howling a bit to wake her up. it was time for their morning run. cloe made sure she kept in shape. letting out a long groan she stood up and made her way to the closet. slipping on her sweat pants and tank top she was off. the routine was getting up, running, eating and then figuring out the days activities. it usually had a gap of four or five hours of cloe just laying around doing absolutely nothing.

twenty minutes later she was back from her run. heading into the small bathroom off of her room she slipped her hair up into a more fit bun and sld her clothes off only ro replace them with her bathing suite. she slid on the new black two piece she bought. today was a beach day. grabbing her towel, sunglasses and keys she walked out the door. cloe loved the beach, it was practically her second home. sliding into the seat of her red jettabug convertible she flipped the top down and made her way towards the beach.

it was a short drive, considering she sped and broke about every law along the way. skidding to a stop in the parking spot she left the top down and got out. heading down to the beach she layed out her yellow striped towel and sat on it. her cheetah cover up was staying on, for now. all the girls around her were skinny, slim and looked liked models. it made cloe a bit insecure. she looked down and twiddled her thumbs. waiting a few moments she fell back onto the towel and let out a huff, closing her eyes.

TAGGED west / chevy!
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[west morgan valentine]

The best thing about living in more southern states had to be the weather. At least, that was the opinion of one, West Valentine. Which was probably why he spent a lot of time outside. He'd have just hung around poolside at his hotel, but unfortunately his wife had chosen a particularly bad time to show up. What was the point of being by the pool, if he couldn't gawk and flirt. So, after he'd spent his morning in the hotel, eating and just relaxing he'd gathered his things and left. The rental car was something impressive. Or rather, rental bike. It was the exact same as his own Ducati back home, but he found it a little less appealing. But with a helmet on, and the saddlebags packed he was out of there. No sense wasting his day away.

He decided the beach was as good as any place and made his way towards the nearest one. With his bike parked, he made his way to the sandy stretch beside the water. Part of him was all for surfing, but he didn't have a board, or a wet suit so he had to hold back. Instead he found himself a nice little patch of sand and dropped his things, before flopping back on the warm sand. He sat for a moment before the scalding heat made him sit on a towel rather then the sand. He was wearing a pair of board shorts already, but he wasn't brave enough to ride shirtless just yet. He'd had a friend wipe out without a shirt and it had been ugly.

of course, West waited until he'd caught the eye of a young blonde down the sand before he undid the black, button up he was wearing. It was safe to say his chest was far more appealing then her company's. But before he could do much more then make eye contact a familiar face caught his peripherals. He pushed to his feet, and moved towards the laid out body of Cloe St. James with a grin on his face. Her eyes were closed, so he was quiet, leaning down on the sand before whispering "Heya Pigeon, why so lonely."

He wasn't exactly what he considered to be Cloe's friend. He'd been in Miami only a short amount of time, but upon their first meeting he'd instantly wished she lived closer to him. It was one of those meetings that you just clicked with someone so well as a friend. She had a lot in common with him and he quite enjoyed her company. Her ass was a pretty nice bonus too. He flopped back on his rear in the sand beside her, chuckling a little.