Omar Calderón, aubergine with legs and a moustache (gravitar) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-01 20:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! narrative, omar calderón |
WHO: Omar Calderon [PUERTO RICO], mentions of Jasmine & Aisha
WHAT: Omar decides he's not quite given up on Jasmine
WHEN: Saturday, 12/1; beginning of pub night
WHERE: IVI grounds, outside dormitory
WARNINGS: Language, assholery, sex talk, Omar being a misogynist, complete corniness.
STATUS: Completed narrative.
What. The. Fuck. Omar couldn't figure out why he was doing this. She was already high maintenance as fuck - that much was clear from the fact that she hadn't let him stick it in her yet. Then she got all pissy at team practice, like they were dating or something. And Omar didn't date. Not anymore. Not since he knocked up his last girlfriend and then they broke up and got back together and broke up and got back together and then finally - finally - broke up for good. He was done dealing with girls' bullshit, which was why he was done dating. It was fucking or bust from here on out. So why the fuck was he waiting in the shadows of the ampitheatre with a single rose in his hand? He didn't know even as he waited for Jasmine. Well, maybe he did. Maybe it was because of her ass. Or the way her ass looked in the catsuit she wore on Halloween. Or maybe it was because, after a month of putting up with only getting blow jobs, he didn't want all the time he invested in her going to waste. If he had to do some romantic shit to get in her pants, he would. Yes, that must be it. "Hey," he called out when she finally came out of the dormitory building. She was with Aisha, predictably, but he didn't care. He went over to them, holding the rose out to her. "Happy belated birthday. Will you let me make you my number one girl?" |