What he was doing and who he was meeting? All stupid ideas. But he needed to get away from her, so he agreed to a date. He made Robbie agree to call him at some point during the night, make sure he wasn't being raped by some horny teenaged girl, or somehow missing in action. Maybe even get him out of the 'date' early.He told Evie he'd meet her a block from the house, so that nobody could see them driving around town together. He refused to pick her up at the Sheridan's place - Hi, Max and Marlene, here to pick up your precious girl? No, thanks.Malcolm was a few minutes early. He sat on the curb, looking around, nervous. Waiting for his "date".
click for outfitEvie knew that Malcolm didn't really want to go on this date with her, in fact she wasnt even sure why she was bothering to pursue him. Their relationship, should it go any further, was illegal, her father hated her interest in older men and her mother, well the woman had banned sex in the house all together. She didn't hate them for making the rules, but she did hate the rules and she took every chance that she could to bend them. She toed the line, rarely crossing it too much, it was just what she did. Still, going to this party tonight was definitely crossing the line. She'd told her father she was staying at Drew's place, he would back her up because his mother was out of town.Leaning down to pull on her boots she did them up and then stood up, looking at herself in the full length mirror. She was being a bitch, in a way, dressing the way that she had. She'd forgone her usual Doc Martens boots in favour of heels, her usual jeans and shirt for a dress. Her hair was down, framing her face in slight waves, curling at the end, and she'd applied only the make-up she wore normally, nothing too heavy, a little eyeliner and mascara. She wasn't one to do much else unless she felt like going completely over the top.She turned around in front of Drew, getting his approval as her official 'gay boyfriend' before heading out the door with a wave. It didn't take her long to walk where she had to go, even in the heels, and she saw Malcolm. Moving behind him she tapped him on the shoulder with a finger nail, stepping back a little.
Malcolm felt the tap on his shoulder and turned his upper body, staring up at Evie. He stood, brushing his jeans. "You look..." He tried to think of a nice word. None of them were coming up. "Well. You look like complete jailbait." So much for trying to be nice. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Robbie, letting him know he was going to the party, and possibly, to jail.He started heading toward the house, hoping Evie would just walk with him, or follow him. "Let's just go, okay?" He said, heading for the correct address. At least with tons of people there, nobody would notice the scantily-clad underage girl he was spending time with.
Evie rolled her eyes at his reaction to her outfit and actually scowled a little "don't be such an ass, at least I took the time to wear something that wouldn't look like I was ten" she said. She was a little hurt at his comment, especially considering she'd actually put time into it, save for the dress of course. He sent a text and Evie had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to attempt to get away from her, and that irritated her more. She'd done it to get out of dates herself once or twice, because teenage boys were so dull. She sighed a little and followed at somewhat of a small distance, the click of her heels the only real indication that she was even following him.
Malcolm sighed, walking in front of her. She seemed a bit miffed that he hadn't said she looked amazing. She did, but he was almost angry that she looked as good as she did. He swore to himself that he'd only have a few drinks, and would take her home. Or separate himself from her, somehow.There were people milling around on the lawn and in front of the house, a variety of ages represented. He turned to Evie. "I know you're underage, but do you drink?" He asked, as they walked across the lawn toward the front porch.
Evie looked at him for a moment, still a little irritated that he'd somewhat insulted how she looked. Still, she wasn't about to let him know verbally "I do. It's not like half the world doesn't drink underage anyway" she said, shaking her head a little. She followed him across the lawn to the front porch, smirking a little bit as she got a few looks from a couple of people passing by. She liked the attention, that was for sure, and she wanted to make him just that little bit jealous, even if she doubted it would happen. She hated the fact that he was ignoring her to a degree.She hung back behind him a little and took a good look at his ass, the way he walked, before catching up so it wouldn't seem unusual that she'd done just that.
"I figured. I can be realistic about that." He shrugged, heading up on to the porch. He headed into the crowded house, looking back to see her lagging back a bit. "Come on, Evie?" He said, holding the door to the house. A few guys outside were staring at her. He was half tempted to tell them off from staring at a child, but figured it seemed a bit hypocritical."What are you drinking?" He asked, spotting a drinks table in the house's packed living room. He tried to make his way through the crowd, reaching back for Evie's hand so they wouldn't get separated in the forming crowd.
Evie smirked a little and followed him in, her hips swaying just a little the moment that she realised she was being watched more than, perhaps, he might have wanted her to be. But if Malcolm wasn't going to look at her like that then she was going to enjoy the looks that she was getting from those around her."Surprise me" she said, putting a little trust in him to choose the drink. Mostly, however, it was because she wanted to just be able to sit there and drink it while watching those around her who were plainly staring down the top of her dress or watching her ass as she moved. She knew how to get attention when she wanted it, but this was purely to make him jealous for irritating her earlier. Of course, not everyone seemed pleased, she noted, as a woman wrinkled her nose at her choice of outfit.
He sighed, and reached the table. He grabbed himself a can of Budweiser, and got her one of the Smirnoff ice drinks - something fruity and unoffensive, like a hard lemonade. He turned back to her, watching some dude ogle her ass as he walked by. "Here." He offered, twisting the cap to her drink off. He handed the bottle to her, and cracked his own can."So." He took a large sip, licking his lips after, trying to start a conversation. But he wasn't sure what exactly to talk to her about.
Evie took the drink with a quick thanks and took a pull from the bottle, glancing around the room. "So did you manage to find those other morons?" she asked, curiously. She knew that he was starting a conversation, or at least attempting to, but it still felt forced and she wasn't sure just what to do about it. She wanted him to relax, to enjoy this, because she wanted to enjoy his company, but she was sure that he was coming up with all the reasons why not to enjoy himself."What made you get into law?" she asked, trying to at least be more mature about the conversation.
"The other guys from the case? Yeah. I got them." He took another sip. "They were sort of helpful. Not bad." He couldn't really talk too much about the case without violating some of the privacy laws built into the teen court system.She asked how he got into his field. "Oh. I just got a general degree at my undergrad - I was history and political science, dual major. I decided to head to law school after, but I had a few options." He didn't want to seem like he was bragging about his life. "What about you... what do you want to do with your future?"
Evie nodded as he explained how he'd got into law, she was actually genuinely interested in him, strange as it might seem to everyone else. The fact that he asked her about what she wanted to do was strange, though. Most people didn't ask her about what she wanted to do with her life. "Once I finish school I'm planning on entering veterinary science" she said, smiling a little. Her voice was lowered enough that those passing wouldn't hear the start of her sentence. "If I can't do that I plan on doing something in art, which is where I'll be more accepted. That's provided I don't end up in hospital because some other jackass has decided to rip the piercings from my back".
"Animals, hm? My roommates breeds rabbits, you know. He's all into science and medical stuff. I'm afraid I don't know much about it." At least she was a kid with goals. "Don't let people rip your piercings. Sounds like bad news. What kind of art would you do?"
"I don't let them do shit, it hurt enough to get them done and they only ask for six to eight months." She shrugged her shoulders a little bit and tilted her head to the side for a moment, taking another mouthful from her drink. "Drawing, painting, anything really. I prefer working with oil paints on a proper canvas but that is my own personal preference". She smiled a little bit and glanced around the room for a moment. She rolled her shoulders a little and then turned her attention back to him "I'll show you some of my work sometime, if you're still interested by then" she said, letting the subject drop just a little bit after that point. She really didn't care too much whether he was interested or not.
He didn't know she was into painting. "Is that something you do through the school, or are you more self taught?" Evie was proving to be more interesting then he had assumed on meeting her. She seemed less like a seductress and more like a friendly person at the moment."I wouldn't mind seeing it. I don't know much about art, though." He downed more of the beer, preparing to finish the can off as they talked.
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