War is not the Answer? ((Ila))

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

It was way too early in the evening for Pyrrus to be stood at a door in his jacket, trying all his best to look intimidating and doing relatively well in accomplishing his task. He was a big man standing above six foot tall and weighing easily over two hundred pounds, a natural candidate for the combined position as a bouncer/doorman, he was in charge of who got in, who came out and if anyone caused trouble inside, he was usually the man to be called in to deal with. Interestingly enough he was barely out of his twenties a young man still, though not in body but in mind and it reflected in the way he treated people who had a little too much to drink or were a little too mouthy in their attempts to enter the club.

It was barely ten o'clock and he'd already had to throw someone out, a teenager maybe eighteen, nineteen but certainly not mature enough to be allowed into such a respectable establishment, the kid had come in drunk already and Pyrrus had let him in against what could be said was his better judgement, barely twenty minutes after he had made a rather poor decision, his earpiece had buzzed with the tinny sound of voices telling him he was needed inside, leaving someone outside he had entered to find the kid shouting at one of the poor bartenders, an older woman in her thirties who had refused to serve him alcohol due to his inebriated state. She'd been greeted with a torrid of abusive words and threatened with violence.

It had been upto the big South African to calm the situation and he did by grabbing the kid by his hair and throwing him to the floor, before escorting him out and throwing him out of the door on his back. Management didn't really approve of such aggressive measures being taken against offensive customers, Pyrrus however had been working the job for nearly two years now and he knew his way around people and he knew the way people reacted. He definitely knew that the kid would've gone on some sort of rage and as soon as that kind of thing happens and nothing is done about it it's easy for other's to think they can get away with abusing club staff.

So here he was on door duty, it was a warm night, not muggy and humid, just warm. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and boots and a white vest top he stood with his arm's crossed at the door, letting a few people in, telling other's that they wouldn't be allowed in yet and a few he flat out refused. Of course some drunk girl with a skirt that was too high had already attempted to get his number, to which he politely refused, someone else had grabbed his crotch when he told them he couldn't enter to which he replied politely "Remove your hand from my crotch or you'll be barred for life," He had no problems with refusing famous people or very attractive women entry unless they had passes to the less crowded VIP areas. His only real concern was the safety of those already inside.

Not even looking up from his phone he watched a few people leave, finishing the text he moved aside from the door for a few at the front and then promptly returned to his position causing someone to bump into his large chest "Apologies, place is full, you'll have to wait," he spoke clear, if accented English

[ila angelique blanche]

Being a very famous super model had its perks and its downs, and being followed by paparazzi all day long was one of the downs. Seriously, Ila couldn’t even go have a coffee with the few friends she had without them around her with their blinding flashes on her face. Who cared where she was or who she was with? In all honesty, she was quite surprised her boyfriend hadn’t discover her cheating on him for the longest time now, she has this bad habit of sleeping with cute guys, often people from her circle; models or photographers she worked with. Tonight she decided to hang around club18 because she wasn’t going to wait for her boyfriend to give her the time of the day; Ila was so done with that. He never cared about her at all, when they were together it was perfect but the problem was they never got to be together. Ila worked a lot, that was true; she was a famous super model and had a lot of photoshoots and events to attend, and he was a famous photographer which meant he was always out and about taking photos of models too and very busy.

Ila swore she was going to break up with him at some point… but she never did. That wasn’t important right now, she was going out to have fun, flirt with cute guys and get slightly drunk. She called her driver and got into her glossy black Mercedes, quite discreet for what she usually liked. Ila wasn’t the bitch people believed her to be but she certainly enjoyed her fame and status and being rich and she had no problem showing that around at all. When she was out she dressed to call attention and thought it was annoying to be followed day and night and be stopped by fans ever few minutes she also loved that, it meant she was recognized, it meant she was someone. Ila started modeling at sixteen, she had been at the right place the right time. That gave her the biggest chance, she had traveled a lot, been at the best parties, bought the best dresses… why not? She liked to be beautiful; she liked to be able to afford those things she couldn’t before and people could say whatever, she had the money and she could spend it. Call her vein but that was just the way she was.

Or the image she wanted to give. Sure she enjoyed fame and money but that didn’t mean she was a bitch, she wasn’t cruel or stuck-up and she liked to have friends like everyone else, but she had to be more careful with that for a simple reason; people liked her for her money and the fame they could achieve while being seen with her and only that. Sighing she fixed her makeup again, making sure she was flawless before getting out of the car, only a few paparazzi around her and she smiled and tried to walk straight to the door, her bodyguard shooed them off her as she bumped against someone at the door and be stopped. She raised an eyebrow, first the guy wasn’t even looking at her and second she wasn’t used to wait, at all. Her bodyguard was about to take a step toward the man when Ila raised her hand and shook her head. She had checked the bouncer out and he was cute enough for her to center her attention on him. “It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting this time. It might be interesting.” He had the nerve to stop her; she thought making him sweat a bit and having some fun wouldn’t be a bad idea. “Hello there, I’m Ila Blanche.”

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 625

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

First thought. Fuckable. Second thought. Too bitchy to be fuckable. Third Thought. That Bodyguard better not take another step towards him or he'd took a fairly heavy kick to the stomach. "I suggest you keep your big man away from me eh sweetheart I'd hate to bliksem him," the afrikaaner language slowly creeping back into his voice as a verbal representation of his hackles rising. He didn't like to be talked to like he was small "Ag, get off your high horse," he could tell already this'd be difficult and he was certainly determined to keep her out of the club for as long as humanly possible if only to be a total dick to the woman stood in front of him, he hadn't worked for two years just to be forced into sub-servience by some haughty mod- "Ila Blanche," the words kinda hit home and he immediately recognised her.

"Ahh yeah I recognize you, you're the kugel off the front of that magazine about modelling," he used the kugel meaning a heavily made up and over dressed woman to describe her because that's how she looked to him, someone who'd been pushed so deeply into a facade that she'd become it he felt kinda sorry for her but that didn't stop him doing his job "You have a name, Darling, do you want me to shout it?" he looked around "That'd attract a fair few photographers, interviewers, wondering why you're causing trouble for an immigrant worker, barely able to pay his way," grinning to himself he cast a withering stare at her bodyguard "I said stay out of my personal space Sir, I withhold the right to protect myself and I'll take full advantage of that right if you come closer," he was already sizing up the bodyguard and rolling his neck a little.

"I apologise however Miss Blanche," he said looking at his phone again "Despite your incredibly attractive facial features, I cannot allow you to enter the club due to safety reasons, we're full to the rafters and strict guidelines have to be enforced," He'd stick to his script for as long as humanly possible, he didn't really want to turn her away, such a woman'd bring big business and attention to the club but he did have an obligation and he didn't really feel like being lenient if only because of her attitude towards him "It's an unfortunate occurence that you've arrived at this moment perhaps if you wait for a few minutes you may be allowed entry when people leave," He knew full well it'd be a lot longer than a few minutes and he'd relish the time he spent watching her get all hot and angry about not being allowed something she wanted.

"And if you call that tosser over there on me, I'll break his jaw." standing at the door impassively, like a granite man covered in ink and colour, checking his phone again he crossed his arms "So how're you?" he asked with a confident,dimpled smile

[ila angelique blanche]

Ila eyed the man, all muscles and had to keep the need of giggling when he threatened her bodyguard. She didn’t pay him to get his ass easily kicked though even if her bodyguard didn’t look like hulk he certainly wasn’t light weight when it came to fighting, after all he had been trained for that and had been working on the business for as long as he could remember. But his job wasn’t to get into fights with bouncers, and what he tried to do when he approached the guy was creating some space between her and him because she had bumped into him. “You misunderstood, mister. We are too close for his taste, safety distance.” She rolled her eyes, it had been her manager the one getting the bodyguard for her safety when things got too out of control for her to walk around without one, his job was keeping people at a certain distance from her and she had bumped into the bouncer closing that distance without meaning to. Her bodyguard stood between them a little to the left making sure no one was around and making sure no one was close enough to her, she smiled at him and then focusing on the bouncer again, rolling her eyes.

She got the ‘you’re just another pretty face’ treatment a lot and it got her nerves, first because she wasn’t just a pretty face and second because being rich and famous didn’t mean she was looking for trouble or getting advantage of that. Sure Ila wasn’t used to waiting and she knew if she called the manager of club18 the poor bouncer would be in a hell of trouble but she wasn’t that kind of girl, at all, despise what other people might think about her. “Back off, cutie, it seems you are the one on a high horse. All I was doing was introducing myself to make some conversation.” She didn’t even bother looking around, paparazzi already followed her everywhere and fans harassed her day and night, certainly it wasn’t going to be the first time or the last and in all honesty she didn’t mind much. When the bouncer took a step toward her bodyguard Ila titled her head and narrowed her eyes, taking a step to get in the middle between the bouncer and him. “I said back off. We are not looking for trouble; I said I would wait, didn’t I? He is just doing his job just like you and he is not threatening you in any way.”

Being so close to both of them her bodyguard reacted and surrounding her with his arm moved her aside then forced her to walk away from the bouncer but he kept his position right where he had been. She wasn’t liking the attitude of this man at all, she had introduced herself all flirty and said she would wait even when she knew she didn’t really have to and he was treating her as if she was just another brainless famous he had to deal with. “You know what darling? I think the one looking for trouble is you and you just came across the wrong person to get into a fight, we are leaving, and I’m not thanking you for your time. I came here to have fun not to be treated like that, I’m not any different from them.” Ila said gesturing to the other people around, she was so tired of this really and the image the newspaper gave of her that was so not hers. “So what if I have money and I like to dress up and look pretty? So what if I am famous? Do you think you can treat me different just because of that when I was just being polite? Excuse me but no, so goodnight.”

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 639

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

A certain thing suddenly jolted into the man's brain. Fear. Shit. He could get kicked out of his slightly interesting at times job for a bit of a chip on his shoulder that he really didn't have a right to have. Pursing his lip slightly and rubbing one of his forearms with the other hand he spoke in quick, accented English "Ag, Miss, Miss," he sounded like he was saying Meese the way his accent affected his words "I misinterpreted your words and I can offer you my utmost apology," and that was all she was gonna get out of him he hadn't been told off that badly in years by anyone, let alone a skinny blonde model who sounded like she had a stick wedged so far up he-. Cutting his brain off mid thought he spoke again, slightly sheepishly and as much of an apologetic tone as he could muster "I'd like ta make some sorta excuse fa what I said," but he really couldn't think of one that didn't make him sound like a complete dickhead. "It's been a bit of hard day on me Miss,"

He rubbed the back of his head with his arm and looked at the floor, he'd just been told off by a small woman in front of his work colleagues and a group of club-goers who could only look at the two with slight astonishment and a lot of amusement, the big afrikaaner couldn't help but kick his booted feet a little, scuffing them as he spoke again "I didn't expect to be thanked for my time, Miss and if I'm honest I've not really as I already said had a good day," he could only indicate loosely with his head at the drunken teenager who'd barely began to recover his faculties "It's been a leetle frustrating," he was starting to feel heat creep up his neck and onto his face, he knew full well he was in the wrong "Again I can only offer my deepest apologies for any offence I've caused you and your..." casting his eyes over her bodyguard "Friend,"

And that was it, she wasn't gonna get anymore apologies or preferential treatment he felt he'd done all he could to make it right and fuck her if she didn't really agree. She'd probably have him fired or sommat if she so desired but judging by the way she'd just made a huge scene out of being different from the usual plastic bodies and made up faces that usually threatened him with the sack. "You are fairly different to many of the people, you're burdened with fame." he looked at her "Like I said I'm sorry. I'm used to a certain caliber of famous people demanding entry against my better judgement and assumed wrongly you were one of them. Though I can't help but agree with you. You are quite pretty." biting his lip he remained at the doorway.

[ila angelique blanche]

Making public scenes wasn’t Ila’s style at all, though she had tried to keep it discreet and never raised her voice people who was near enough to listen couldn’t help but notice what had been going on between the three of them. Another day Ila would have simply laughed it all off, keep flirting, letting him think he was one of those famous stuck-up bitches that loved to take advantage of their fame and thought they were better than anyone else, she was used to that kind of crap and it was easier to let them think that right? It wasn’t as if they were going to believe her anyway if she tried to make them believe otherwise, it also kept certain kind of people to approach her like those who only wanted to take advantage of her hard work and money because by giving the image of a bitch she left clear people couldn’t mess around with her. Today though she didn’t have a good day at all, she spent twelve hours working straight and she couldn’t even relax once she got home, Ila was in real bad mood and this time she couldn’t help it. She didn’t expect the apology though once she was leaving, though it was logical she doubted it had something to do with feeling really bad and more with the fact that she had the power to get him fired.

Not that she would use it. She turned to look at him and her face relaxed but she still didn’t smile. “Fine, fine. Everyone has a bad day from time to time, I apologize too.” Though she had been certainly in her right to scold him and though he didn’t really seem to be sorry at all at first she didn’t like doing things like that, especially because it made her feel like another brainless famous people using her power on others. When he blushed and looked at the floor she offered him a warm smile, how cute was that? Her bodyguard though wasn’t really happy and was still keeping the distance between her and the bouncer. “What’s your name?” She asked the smile on her face. Ila was really a normal human being, rather sweet if not crossed wrong and even when crossed she tried to not make a scene out of things, once she got the apologize it was all fine with her, she wasn’t going to be hard on him or create another scene though that hadn’t been much of a scene. “You don’t need to keep apologizing, really. It’s all fine. And stop calling me miss, please? My name’s Ila.” She giggled, quite amused by the behavior of the bouncer.

He looked like a cute big teddy bear, terrifying on the outside but rather sweet if you get pass that façade, she guessed it was the same with her just in the guise of the bad witch of Snowhite maybe. She shook her head, who better than her will know that kind of things? She saw them around, she worked with them and treated with them every day of her life, some of them were like that but a whole lot of them, such as her, weren’t. People tended to… throw them all in the same bag and judge them equally as if they all were the same because they were rich and famous. Some of them out of envy, some of them out of ignorance and none of them wanted to look past that. “Well, I said I was going to wait, didn’t I?” She said softly, smiling and laughed out loud when he called her pretty. “Thank you, you are not bad yourself.” She signaled her bodyguard to relax and he walked a few steps away from the both of them. “And answering your question from before, I’m rather fine, or was anyway. What about you?”

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 648

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

She didn't seem like the kinda girl that wanted to cause a giant scene especially in such a public place, the kinda girl that'd want to keep things quiet, and the big afrikaaner with his wounded pride and chip on his shoulder had blundered in louder and angrier than a rhino smashing into the most quiet, calm, tranquil and silent china shop that had ever existed. He was pulling through though, his soft words had granted him a sort of reprieve, he could feel harsh, green eyes pressing into his face from the woman's bodyguard. The idea that the situation would get feral never really occurred to Pyrrus, but he kept his guard not visibly but it was there the electrically charged feeling. He'd probably not make any more physical or verbal contact with the man but the feeling that two men who were not comfortable in each other's company was almost tangible.

"Ah no Ila, I'm not some little primary kiddy y'see?" he said lighting a cigarette "Consider being called Miss as a term of endearment," his green eyes met hers for a second "If anything because y'put me in m'place," something he was definitely not used too and something he didn't expect to happen again, "Also don't apologise for sommat ya didn't cause or ask for." despite the whole holy shit I'm gonna lose my job initial apology he did feel genuinely sorry for what he'd said to her and it was true the day was not gonna get any better. He'd probably have to finish this conversation up in quicktime then back to the bloody club for another four or five hours, then off home to go to sleep for a few then wake up and get ready to go to school or to another job. He didn't begrudge his existence but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be upset about it.

"Pyrrus." he said answering her question as to his name "As in the victory," most people didn't get the reference but it was a good measure of knowledge and how much someone paid attention in history class if they did. He'd thought about giving her a fake name, then realising that he was probably the most distinctive bouncer that worked in the city and easily the most recognizable if the girl had decided to go to his superiors. He couldn't help but blush a little more when she returned his compliment in kind, even though he'd heard it more than a few times from more than a few different people. Maybe it was because she was beautiful herself and he thought her a little too rich to be 'fraternizing' with what he'd consider a member of a much lower class bracket, but at the same time he wasn't about to criticise it, being seen with a model was probably the most exciting thing he'd done in a long time well, aside from a fight he had last week or that time he'd got so drunk and managed to wake up completely fine in bed.

"Thankyou," was all he said in response to her compliment though he didn't really tend to say much back to people if they told him he looked nice, not because he believed in it, moreso because it made it easier to talk to them rather than getting into a long cycle of weird complimentary statements "I wasn't alright before, I feel a little better, now some drunk boetke thinking he can get away with threatening staff," indicating with a movement of his powerful neck the teenager left propped up on the floor passed out, "If he stay's like that for another five minutes I'll have to ring an ambulance," and then wait with the kid which'll be fucking boring he thought to himself speaking briefly into his earpiece he ordered for an ambulance and another of the bouncers to look after the kid till the ambulance came. "You been modelling long eh?" he asked curiously

[ila angelique blanche]

Leave it for someone like Ila to put people in their places. Most people would think everyone went around doing things for her and giving her all done and ready but that wasn’t entirely true. Sure there were people who loved to pamper her and were really serviceable and that moved here and there to sort things out so she wouldn’t have to worry but that also created situations in which she had to step in and tell people when they were crossing lines. Ila was a model and that didn’t mean she was dumb and brainless, she hadn’t always been a model and she kept her feet enough in the ground to remember how it felt like to be a normal human being, though in all honesty that was a feeling she didn’t have any more, it was faint, kind of in the background, shiny enough to remember how to behave and shadowy enough to enjoy her fame and money just like everyone else in her position would do. Ila liked luxuries, she lived in style and she liked the kind of life she was leading. It was complicated having a balance between the human side that reminds you are no better than the rest and the life that promised you more open doors and windows and more luxuries because you kind of were.

That, though, had nothing to do with the topic in hand right now and she was far more interested in keeping her bodyguard in check than in what the bouncer thought about her or her life. “Don’t misunderstand, I don’t think you are, it just makes me feel old and reminds me of when I’m working.” She giggled and bit and shook her head. Being a celebrity had a lot of ups, one of them being always treated with the utmost respect everywhere and pampered which was the one she liked the most. Ila tried, though, to give everyone the respect they deserved, and when someone didn’t deserve it… well she simply didn’t give it. Raising an eyebrow she looked at her bodyguard as if he had more idea of what the bouncer referred to than she actually did. “Uh, I have no idea what you are talking about. But I shall compliment whoever chosen that name for you, it’s quite original.” It was more out of curious that she wanted to know his name than anything else and to kept herself from calling him ‘bouncer’ to his face.

Ila bit her lip, a smile dancing on her eyes as she saw how he blushed, that’s what she was thinking about when she said she could make him sweat a bit, she knew males around her often got nervous. It was one of those mysteries she never understood, she didn’t have a especial face, or something that could call the attention of people around her so she never understood how in hell she was liked so much when that man discovered her that afternoon with her friends. She looked toward he was pointing, the young male, a teen, passed out on the street, she had to suppress the urge of walking up to him and making sure he was alright, but he probably was, just too drunk. “I’m sure he will be fine, just sleeping off his drunken state.” She ran a hand through her head as she looked down to her clutch, taking out a small mirror to check her makeup was still in place. “Around 7 years maybe?” She said absent, she couldn’t even remember for how long she had been in the industry and she couldn’t even tell for how long she would be. She looked up briefly to throw a glance to her bodyguard who nodded. “Yes, when I was sixteen. And you? For how long had you been a bouncer?” He didn’t seem older than her, just a bit younger maybe.

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 651

[pyrrus seleukos rex]

Pyrrus wasn't really used to having an interest taken in him the way this woman was, not that it wasn't endearing her too him but it was just a very tiny amount unnerving, running his tongue over his teeth a little checking for any loose food, it had been known to happen before and he'd certainly not be embarrassed by something as trivial as food in his teeth in front of a girl who clearly took as much as pride as Ila did in the way she looked and they she presented herself. She was a supermodel after all and he was just a lowly bouncer in comparison, she looked a little more experienced in life than him, as they stood still for a second enough time for Pyrrus to light a cigarette and take a long drag, careful to blow it away from the beautiful model, more out of courtesy than any sort of concern for her health.

He couldn't help but notice the feeling of pity he got from her when they passed the wrecked teenager, his heart went out to her a little. I guess sometimes she felt just as imprisoned to a certain way of acting because of her wealth and looks as he did for his. He regretted what he said even further, he couldn't help but wonder what he'd do if he had the amount of money she had to her name. It was hard to comprehend and the amount of work she put in probably made the amount he did look trivial and even a physically peaked man like Pyrrus was relatively taxed by his lifestyle and the way he attempted to live sometimes.

It wasn't that it was hard, it just wore on his personality, he wasn't someone who'd ever give up on anything and maybe that was his problem, he was one of those people who'd throw all of himself into a doomed project and get upset about the failure afterwards. His namesake was appropriately committed to all his action even if they costed him a lot of resources to accomplish, hence the descriptive Pyrrhic to mean a victory that comes at great cost to the Victor.

"Ahh right, It's just something that comes out when i'm talking to customers, particularly customers I feel I've offended," though he didn't feel that much way much anymore he was still a little weary was this her way of showing him his apology had been accepted he wondered a little as he took a long drag exhaling the blue smoke into the warm night air with a small sigh of breath. Looking back down at her with those green eyes of his and smiling his appreciation at her compliment "My mother would be proud that you complimented her orginality, she was certainly a little odd, but she loved classic history," that was true, he'd got a letter from his parents a few days back and it was full of pictures of their holiday to Rome or to some obscure ruin in Britain or Spain, they'd not come to France yet. probably wanted to preserve Pyrrus' independence and the idea that he was doing this all by himself. Also to be fair if they did come and stay for a while, they'd have to live in a hotel. Pyrrus barely had enough room for himself and puppydog and all his cd's let alone make room for two more grown adults to shack up for a week.

He'd also have to cook and he was no cook, sure he could make a few things alright, but anything more than pasta and he was screwed. Talking about the teenager he spoke carefully, "They'll probably get him to the hospital and he'll have his stomach pumped, might teach him not to drink more than he should," he said scowling a little. Responding to her answer he was a little surprised, seven years? wow. She looked pretty young for having spent seven years working. "That's a little surprising I guess, you look a lot younger to be honest, don't you think that you missed a lot of being a teenager due to your career?" he asked curiously. "And in response to your question for about 3 years, I got the job a week after I arrived in Paris, after one of the previous bouncer's attacked me and I well... y'know" he didn't really feel comfortable discussing fighting with a girl, especially one that looked as cultured and as beautiful as Ila did. "I also work as a waiter in a Greek restaurant, it's pretty nice in there and the food is amazing, of course I am a little biased," offering a smile as if to say it was a poor joke, but it's laughable a little.

[ila angelique blanche]

Ila certainly carried herself with a different air the rest of people did for the simplest reason; she had eyes around her looking at her every move. Fame comes with a certain price, she was used to it though and it was something that became her daily life, being always dressed perfectly, giving a certain image to the public… It was part of her job and she was really proud with her work. Ila looked at him, those piercings, tattoos… not the kind of guy her manager would like to see her with and by the looks her bodyguard was throwing at him he also didn’t like the idea much. Not that she cared though, even if she had to give some public image her private life was strictly private and she hanged around whoever she wanted. She kind of liked those looks, so different from hers and well… when she was a normal teen she liked those kind of guys too. She got a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear, smiling at him. Pyrrus, the poor guy should have had a hard time at school and high school… kids were cruel, very cruel. She didn’t say a thing though, she liked original names, it added personality to the person and especially if they knew how to carry out that name and that was his case, he knew how to honor his name just fine. “Well, ten points for her. Classic history was never my strong point.”

She was a native from Paris and both her parents were florist, not a very interesting childhood hers, at least not until she was discovered. Ila had been a dancer in the past, working really hard, strict discipline and diet… really there wasn’t much difference from her life now. She barely had time to visit her parents, and they were living in the same city she was but she spent a lot of time travelling for shoots and sometimes she had to move in for a while to another place like New York or London. She glanced at the teen, tempted to ask her bodyguard to take him to the hospital or assist him while they waited, signaling him to get close she whispered him to go back to the car, get a blanket she under the seat and cover the poor boy. “Drinking is not always the problem, sometimes is the answer.” Ila liked to drink a bit sometimes and she knew what she was talking about, though she couldn’t say her life was miserable… well her boyfriend ignored her, her lover ignored her and she had quite an empty life, barely any friends and people thinking she was another stuck up bitch celebrity with too much air on her head.

She looked how her bodyguard covered the boy with the blanket and steadied him so he was resting against the wall, he didn’t give him anything to eat or drink since it would be a bad thing to do with the ambulance coming but tried for him to at least regain consciousness so he wouldn’t get worst. Ila laughed and shook her head at the surprise in his voice. “I’m twenty three though it’s not very polite to ask a girl for her age.” She said jokingly and laughed. Shrugging her shoulders she braced herself, rubbing her hands on her arms not because she was cold but because she was thinking about his question while observing her bodyguard with the teen. “No, I don’t think I missed anything, if not my life quite improved when I was discovered.” She turned her head to look at him again and smiled. “You have a lot of jobs! I like Greek food. I spent some time at Greece during a shoot, it was really amazing.” Once the ambulance was there her bodyguard returned to her side and offered her a kind smile. “So where are you from? Because you said a lot of words I didn’t understand which means you are not from here.”

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OUTFIT, here
WORD COUNT, 677