THREAD: Lynessa & Chase
WHO: Lynessa & Chase WHEN: Wednesday, March 9th | Night: around 10pm WHERE: Cape Town, South Africa; a local beach party WHAT: Yolandi might be playing matchmaker in her own fucked up way. Lynessa runs into Chase on his home turf. RATING: Who knows?
When Lynessa accepted Yolandi's invitation via text to come hang out with her at a local party in Cape Town, South Africa, it was because she was already there anyway and had nothing else to do other then either check out the local scene herself or pick up a bottle of wine and go back to her luxurious beach front condo the agency had rented out for her for the week of her shoot with Free People. And since she actually liked the bad girl of the modeling world, she accepted her invitation. The lioness did not ask if Yolandi's brother would be there, because she didn't want it to get back to him she asked about him, even if it was just to make sure he wasn't there. Truth be told, Lynessa wasn't even sure if she wanted him to be there or not.
Either way, she dressed with care, grabbing one of the dresses she had been given by Free People, a maxi dress in a silky burgundy color, that showed off her slender figure with its island vibe, plunging neckline and open back, despite its flowing long sleeves. On her feet she wore a pair of gold gladiator sandals, showing the shimmering gold colored pedicure. She put on very little make-up, a neutral smokey gold eye, sheer glossy lips, her sun bleached tresses left down in wild waves. Her gold jewelry was layered on, accenting all the gold she wore. Finally she hailed a cab and made her way to the beach where Yolandi had told her the party was.
This was definitely a local's only type party, the white sand beach packed with writhing dancing bodies of all colors in various states of undress, and the scent of the bonfire, combining with the familiar scent of marijuana. While she didn't exactly stick out like a sore thumb, her dress was more covering them most of what the local ladies were wearing. Lynessa never worried about being over dressed and didn't worry about it as she made her way towards the torch lit pathway lined with shirtless men, talking in any of the twelve local languages. Eyes drifted towards her, moved over her and moved on. Some lingered, but she couldn't speak a word of any language that wasn't English, French and some Italian, so she had no idea what they might or might not be saying. Nessa had learned years ago the trick to blending in was to act like you knew exactly what you were doing and where you were going, that was the trick to being in control, something she subscribed to. Blue eyes zeroed in on a makeshift tiki bar and slid through the crowd towards the bar. Once she arrived she smiled at the bartender, one of her trademark charming, but flirty ones, that never quite reached her blue eyes but most never noticed as she fluttered those long dark lashes.
"Surprise me," she purred as he leaned over to ask her what she wanted to drink, her natural, long shimmery nails dancing over the dark skin of his arm. Holding her eyes, he smirked and then poured her a mix of alcohols and deposited a red solo cup in front of her. Raising it to her lips, she didn't miss a beat as the attractive bartender leaned over the bar.
"You look like you can handle a Screaming Orgasm," he smirked, his South African accent thick. Taking a sip, she leaned into the bar, their faces inches apart. "Those are my favorites," she purred from under dark lashes. With a wink she sauntered away to the dance floor, her eyes sweeping the crowd for the wild blonde she was supposed to meet. That was when she heard someone talking on the microphone, catching the name of the girl she was looking for and Chase. Looking towards the bonfire, where the MC and DJ was, she saw Yolandi and Chase, facing off against another group. Apparently it was some sort of rap battle. Taking a sip of her strong drink, she was amused that rap battles were actually a thing that really existed, but this culture was so far removed from her own, nothing would really surprise her. The crowd was super into it and the opposing team went first, rapping over a rap track she vaguely recognized as one of Dex's. The crowd really liked it, but when Chase and Yolandi stepped up, the tiny blonde in gold booty shorts and cropped top that said "SLUT" on it, the crowd went insane. Nessa knew they they were big, but this was something else. And when Chase started rapping over the track "This Is Why I'm Hot," she agreed whole-heartedly with the crowd. They were amazing. And it was obvious who the winner was, hands down. And Chase was sexy as fuck with the easy confident way he moved and spit his rap, not that she would tell him that.
The dance music came back on with a rap/rave beat and the duo was swept away from her, Lynessa lost track of them. Arms slid around her waist and she leaned back into the strong arms of the man who was dancing behind her. She knew enough about island culture to know that dancing was like shaking hands, it wasn't always sexual, even when the movements were. Sipping her drink, she decided to find Yolandi after this song, her partner was attractive and had a good rhythm. The song ended and she found herself in someone else's arms. Lynessa lost track of her partners and how much time had passed, but her drink was long gone.