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Close to me; IC:Madison ISO:Quinton
Topic Started: Feb 21 2010, 05:28 PM (517 Views)
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Hm! Quinton had to say that he generally approved of this girl so far. While she had been a little confusing, he was glad that she agreed with him on bluntness. And of course, it was all the better that she admitted to admiring him, heh heh. Sitting up a little straighter, the young man puffed out his chest a bit, smirking. "Great minds think alike, huh, Madison?" he cheerfully quipped, giving her a quick wink. With this, he settled down again, breezing along through the conversation. He snickered a little at her joke, but said nothing. Instead he pretended to write on his hand with an imaginary pen, nodding slowly, his lips tightened yet curled at the corners in a supposedly impressed smirk. After pretending to pocket his invisible notebook, he let the subject drop. No one liked a joke that was drawn out too long, after all.
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As Quinton's mind began to wander a little, undoubtedly in search of another joke to play, Madison caught his attention briefly again. Looking over at her, he listened with slightly arched eyebrows as she spoke about dominance, and how she liked it in a guy. To an extent. "Well, good to know. Good to know," he said, smiling slightly. While he had to admit that Madison was quite good to look at, and she seemed to have a decent head on her shoulders, he wasn't quite invested in chasing this skirt just yet. Right now he was truthfully too damn hungry to decide. "After my food comes we'll both see if I'll be using this tidbit or not," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
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And once the food came, well... his decision-making was quite obviously postponed until after he was finished eating. As he chewed, there was really only one thing on his mind: cake. Cake, cake, cake, delicious tasty and fattening cake. He loved it, it was like... like... like sex. Or magic. Or something, whatever. It was good, it fed him, he was one of the happiest people around in that moment. Even hearing that Madison didn't like cake didn't dampen his spirits! Not that it would normally, but had his mouth not been stuffed, he would've surely spazzed. After all, how could anyone not like something as awesome as cake?! ...
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In fact he was about to pose this question, but was interrupted by Madison's pointing. Frowning, he swallowed the food in his mouth before grabbing a napkin and wiping at his lips. "Thanks," he said cheerfully, giving her a thumbs up. That said, he picked up his fork again and continued eating, taking smaller bites this time. He had some food in his stomach now, so he didn't quite have to worry so much about starving now. Now, he could relax. In fact he almost seemed to relax too much - as Madison spoke, he dug his fork through the cake with such leisurely slowness that it would've surely frustrated a sloth. And his movements only seemed to get slower as he replied ot her question. "Sports? Yeah, you name it, I've probably played it. I don't really play anything mainly anymore, but I'm still in good shape." Raising the fork to his mouth, he inserted the piece of cake and chewed.
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"What about you?" he asked, chewing on one side only, unconsciously more polite now. "Are there special leagues for large breasted ladies?"
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Madison raised an eyebrow, smirking as Quinton acted as if he was writing something down. Smartass... she thought to herself. Though she had to admit she found his sarcasm...charming in a way. It was kind of fun. After saying great minds think alike she was surprised he noticed she was blunt. Was she that predictable? Well...that was a bit disappointing to her. But no use in complaining right?

Rolling her eyes, smirk still in place the girl chuckled sarcastically at the boy's comment. Maybe she could catch him off guard. "Yeah, large breasts come in handy for mud wrestling." she joked. "With all the slipping girls end up doing in it, we need something to cushion our fall." she joked. "But really, I'm an ass kicking volleyball player. Volleyball, cabbage ball, tennis, and flag football. I was good with my legs so any sport involving kicking a ball I was good at. Along with decent muscle in my arms." she said as she jokingly flexed, showing her arms were well toned. But not completely muscled.

"I wrestled my friends brother too every once in awhile. But only when I was bored." she said still sipping her milkshake. She just hoped her good buddy Lisa didn't come barging into the room anytime soon and begin to bug her. The thought made her sick.
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Ooh, mud wrestling, huh. Quinton, eyes closed, nodded slowly with approval as she elaborated on the subject. He smirked as he did so, partially due to her jokes and partially due to the, well... the images slipping and sliding around in his head. Ahah. "Go on, go on," he urged, partly serious. Although it was unlikely that Madison actually mud wrestled, well... who could blame a healthy young guy like him to hope nonetheless?!
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As one might expect, he was swiftly disappointed when Madison did not go on, instead giving him a serious answer. Opening his eyes, the young man continued eating his cake at a more normal pace as he listened. Oh, volleyball. Oh, good legs. Ohohoh. Quinton's smirk broadened but he said nothing for the moment, deciding to keep himself occupied with his cake for now. So, she was athletic too. Always a plus, he supposed. Once Madison had finished talking he looked up from his cake, of which there was really only about a quarter left. Toying with the fork on his plate, he leaned back a little, still nodding slowly. Actually, had he been nodding all this time? Probably; he couldn't remember. But anyway! "Is that so? Then we'll have to compete someday," he said, raising an eyebrow in invitation. "I don't mean to brag" - actually, that was exactly his intention - "but I'm an all-around athlete. Yup. Could've gone to the Olympics if I wanted, they said. No joke." Actually, it was a joke. But he wasn't lying about his physical prowess, not really.
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Winking, he leaned forward onto the table and continued eating his cake. "Your friend's brother sounds like a lucky guy, too," he went on, taking a large piece in his mouth. "Next time you're bored, find me and give me a turn, 'kay?" he added through his food. Then, swallowing, he began to work on the small bit of cake that was left. Now that he was getting full, he had to say that maybe he would try this girl. Or at least make a friend - he certainly needed someone to keep him entertained on this crappy island. Which... actually...
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"So, hey," he said suddenly, looking up from his last tiny bit of food. "Why're you on this boring island anyway? You seem like someone who would, y'know... not be in a place as dull as this."
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Madison smirked wondering if she could try and make him nervous. She doubted it but..she could try. "Oh I was a klutz on the mud. The dirt got all under my top and in my thong." she lied, never even TOUCHING a thong in her entire life. She then smiled as he talked about being able to go to the olympics. Really? Sure it sounded like a load of BS to her but...hey stranger things have happened. Right?

"Oh...you'll have to try me in volleyball then." she joked before he offered himself up to wrestling. "Hm, looking for an excuse to grab me?" she joked, before snickering a bit. She decided to let it go for now as she moved the subject along. "I dunno. I'm originally from New Orleans, crime capital and complete party state. It was alot of fun and I might go back someday....but for now I'm here trying to finish up my last year of high school. Sooo much fun." she said sarcastically.

"But I'm finally old enough for night clubs and bars and whatnot which makes it...a bit more exhilarating here. The Mainland here is...alot more fun than the island itself. Not much crime, but still wild." she explained to her new friend.

"Maddie!" she heard a cheerful voice sound....a familiar one at that. Suddenly, her good friend Lisa Zirdac came out of nowhere and plopped herslef down on Madison's lap, making Madison blush and glare. "Get off!" She said irritated. Lisa of course didn't listen and looked over at the inky haired boy. "Who's your friend? He's pretty cute! Boyfriend candidate I assume?" Lisa teased, making Madison's cheeks turn red. "Sh-Shut up Lisa! He's just a friend right now!" Madison snapped still blushing

. "Oh, right now? Ooookay. Gotcha. I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Don't you two do anything X-rated." Lisa said walking off making Madison groan and massage her temples. "That girl is the sister of my little wrestling buddy." she said shaking her head.
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Dirty tops... dirty thongs... Quinton snickered. "My imagination's not the greatest," he said, amused. "You'll have to reinact it sometime so, y'know, I can really understand your expertise and experience." The young man arched his eyebrows and nodded rather sagely, his arms folded seriously across his chest. These actions continued as Madison went on a bit about sports before eventually coming to answer his lastest question. When she began speaking he stopped, unfolding his arms and inserting the last of his cake into his mouth. Quinton blinked slowly as he listened, somewhat interested in why she was here. Well, he had to say it was a much better reason than his...
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Finishing off his cake, he scraped up the last of his crumbs and put them in his mouth. "Night clubs and bars on the mainland, huh," he mumbled, slowly nodding while he chewed and swallowed. "I guess I'll have to check 'em out sometime." Wait, what was the legal drinking age here? ... Huh, he wasn't sure - perhaps that would be a good enough excuse to go and find out first hand. "Maybe you can be my tour guide," he suggested, catching her eye with a sharp glint sparkling in his own. However, before he could elaborate on his idea, a female voice called out: "Maddie!"
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Blinking, Quinton leaned back in his chair and craned his neck to watch as a blonde girl - the one from earlier, if he was right - bounced over and made a chair out of Madison. Eyebrow raised, a smirk came across his lips. Her friend was pretty cute too, he had to say. Reaching into the pockets of his jeans, he went fishing for his wallet. Maybe a smooth move could land me in a nice place here, he thought, snickering inwardly at what he felt was his own cunning. As he did, Quinton's dark eyes shifted between Madison and her light-haired friend. He said nothing, though, and merely listened to their exchange. At the new girl's words, his smirk widened. So he was a pretty cute boyfriend candidate, huh? Maybe this island didn't suck quite so much. "Quite the compliment, coming from someone like you," he replied, nodding graciously. Turning his eyes to Madison now red face, he freely laughed. Unable to resist, he threw in a jab of his own. "'Right now', you say? So that means, I could be one... good to know, then."
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Quinton, still fishing for his wallet, fell back into the role of a spectator as the girl, Lisa, excused herself and walked off. As Madison went on he nodded, however his mind was elsewhere. Where in the hell is my wallet? he thought, brow furrowed. Casually, his moved his hands into his other pockets to check them... and found nothing. Well, crap. I guess I left it at home then. Eyes slightly narrowed, he looked to his cake... and, as he raised his gaze to look at Madison again, an idea floated into his head.
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"'Scuse me, but I think I'll go to the washroom too," he said, standing up. Smiling, he began walking, passing Madison on his way to the washroom. Letting a hand touch her shoulder briefly, he added, "The boy's room, don't worry," before continuing on.
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About fifteen minutes later, a waitress came to their table. Setting down a bill, she smiled at Madison. "Your friend wanted me to tell you how thankful he is," she said cheerfully. "He said it's very nice of you to insist on paying his bill, and that he'll pay you back next time." After clearing the rest of the table, the woman straightened up, smiling, rather proud that she remembered such an elaborate message. "I'll be back in a bit," she said before disappearing, much as Quinton had done earlier.
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