Daisies and Vodka (Juliet)

[ashton]

Central park, perhaps the only place in New York city that had natural life still breathing in it. At some point in the day Ashton had wandered into the park with his acoustic guitar and a bottle of what looked to be water. At a closer sip though it was quick for people to realize that this "Water" was indeed vodka. He didn't mind doing street performances to gain a little extra cash every now and than, but most of all he just liked practicing in the less urban beauty of New York. It was much more quiet and tolerable for practice than say the busy concrete streets of the inner city. Perhaps it was the only time one would see him sitting still was when he was strumming on the guitar, eyes focused on the cords as fingers whipped up and down, cartilage grown finger tips picking at the strings with a slow and progressively faster motion. Time drifted by as he wrapped himself up in the bottle and the guitar until the mid afternoon heat began to take a toll on his mind. After a few days without sleep the sun finally managed to sprinkle down it's magic sleeping dust over his heavy lids. Rather than going home he decided to take a nap under a large oak tree.

Perhaps it was an hour... maybe two before he woke up to sudden shifting. His black fedora had been pulled down over his eyes to block out the sun, and the eyes remained shut as his hand suddenly snapped up and grabbed the intruder by the scruff of his shirt, pulling him down to the ground. He opened his eyes and looked at the man who was just a few years younger than him. The strangers hands were wrapped around the strap of the guitar case, ready to snatch it and run had he not been caught when bending down. Ashton's lips turned down into a slight frown as he cocked his head to the side, eyes glaring into the startled mans.

"Bloody hell! What'r ye doing ye' wanker?" He asked, word's slurred and think in his homelands accent from still being slightly drunk. He leaned down at the man still holding him by his shirt. "I hope ye'r not stealing my stuff, or I might have to break those pretty teeth of ye'rs in. Now sod off!" He said bringing his knee up in the center of the mans back, causing him to buckle upwards before he let go and ran stumbled forward, running off. Some thieves just have no code. for one, don't be a novice trying to steal from a pro. Silly boy.

Ashton yawned, stretching his arms off as he tipped his hat back and looked around. It was still bright outside, though he had no idea what time it was. From the looks of it though there was still a few hours to go before the sun would set. He stood up looking around before looking at the pond. A tempting idea flashed through his head. Should he do it? No... there were too many people around. Than again, when had that stopped him before. Kicking his shoes off he grabbed the bottle, unscrewing it as he started walking into the pond. He had on a pair of knee length cut off black baggy shorts and a tank top sporting a panda bear creeping up on a half naked posing woman. Oh yes ladies, he was quite the classy man. His hands were covered in worn out fingerless cloves that held tightly to the bottle as he took the lid off and tilted his head back, draining a few shots as he walked slowly into the lake until he was at chest length and turned around walking right back out again. With the heat of the day, and the heat in his belly the cold water was a god send.

He capped the bottle as he stepped out of the water, shaking off his entire body like a dog, hand on his head to keep the hat from dropping off. Slipping back into his shoes he looked around for his hoody, finding it underneath the guitar case. Rummaging through he found a pack of gummy bears. He picked up the guitar case and swung it around his shoulder, wrapping the hoody arms around his skinny waist before he ripped open the gummy bears and walked up to the large path, several people eyeing him oddly, having watched the in and out cooling off scene moments before. He however was lost in his own mind, semi humming, semi chewing as his head bobbed back and forth tilted upwards with hat tipped down. He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself now, but he was sure something would come along.

[JULIET CAPULET]

Central Park was in the middle of her personal bubble,it was place where she used to come play as a little girl with her Mother and her maids. There were so many memories in the park from her first kiss to the first time that she got drunk,Juliet loved the Park. And at times, the park was a refuge from her too perfect world. In reality, her world was not perfect but people tend to think it was, Juliet did not really like to argue about it, she just shrugged. For her those people were just ignorant, that could not see past the expensive foreign cars and the pent houses. Juliet wondered at times, if those people had something better to do with their lives than read the tabloids and try get glimpse of the rich and famous lifestyle.

It had been stressful week for the girl, she had spent a couple days in Italy with her mother trying new dresses for a wedding then she had flown to California for a photo shoot. Juliet was glad to be in New York, a place where she could just relax and be herself. Well not totally,she still had to protect herself from photographers and the press. Juliet at times hated that she was a Capulet, she just wished that she could had been born into a normal family. But no, she was born into a prominent blue-blooded family, so she had to protect herself and her last name all the time.

The girl slowly walked down Central Park,it was weird not to see her with her bodyguards. Juliet did not need them all the time especially in Central Park which was across the street from her Upper-East Side Pent house. The girl did not think that all the protection was necessary for an afternoon stroll down Central Park, she did not need attract attention.At the moment, she just wanted to be Juliet, the NYU student not Juliet Capulet, the ultra rich girl.

Juliet opened her parasol as she walked down the long winding paths of Central Park. She smiled at a few people that she recognized as she continued to stroll down the park.The girl was so glad, she was strolling down Central Park,it was good stress reliever. She smiled as she continue walk and enjoy the streets of the park.

[ashton]

His clothes clung to his thin frame, pulling down the neck of the his tank top. The numerous tattoo's that adorned his body seemed to glisten in the sun from the beads of water that rolled over his arms and throat before evaporating from the coarse heat. Ashton didn't seem to notice the eyes that followed him from joggers and couples that walked by. In fact he was lost in though, reviewing plans for the up and coming night, debating on what he should do. Should he find a friend to cause some mischief or perhaps another night of gambling. He would love to find someone to play with though. Now that could make for a good game. The only question was... who.

His question was answered soon as he looked back towards earth, eyes scanning his surroundings. Up ahead was a lovely young woman. He could already tell from her stride that she was a woman of high class, and from the looks of her body he had no doubt she had a lovely face to go with that figure. The parasol was covering her head, though he could see the long flowing golden locks that fluttered down her graceful spine. It was enough to catch his interest. He picked up his pace, popping in several gummy bears as he quietly followed her. At one point her parasol tipped to the side as she seemed to be greeting someone passing by her. Her head turned, enough to give him a side view of her face. It didn't take long for him to recognize the young princess of New York. Her face was smashed into all the paparazzi's frenzied reports. Ashton wasn't much for reading the local trash talk, but he had past enough news paper stands to quickly recognize the young woman.

A rather delighted grin turned his lips upward to the right as he bit down on his lip ring. My my, it seems he had found a way to make the day far more interesting. A princess walking all alone, how could he not take the opportunity to play escort for just a little while?

Shoving the gummy bears back into his pocket he continued to walk in the same direction as Juliet. He spotted a row of wild day lily's growing in unison within their wood imprisoned arena. Walking past he leaned down, just barely, hands gliding a foot beneath the flowers and ripping out the stems before he picked up his pace. He tipped his hat down, making sure it was sitting tightly on his head before he came up to the woman's right side, as silent as a cat on the prowl.

He stepped behind her, hand coming around holding out several lily's before she saw him. Side stepping to her left he tilted his head to look down at her, speaking up with a purr of the British accent teasing each note, "What makes grown men cry, but humanity would go extinct without it?" A riddle from the Hatter. He loved to play with the minds of others. The riddle was a playful one, like a corny line from the notes of men, but turned into a question. He wanted to test the waters with this woman and see just how much fun he could have with her.

[JULIET CAPULET]

Juliet did not like to be bother as she walked around Central Park,it was her private time. She was not in public and really did not appreciate being photograph or being bother, she just wanted a normal girl. There was not need for any publicity, she was just walking around and enjoying her free time in NY. One of the things she hated was people following her or even trying to take pictures as she walked around Central Park or NY. Juliet believed that she was entitled to a private life even she was famous. But being famous, it did not mean that she did not have a private life, she was still a normal girl. And Juliet loved just being normal girl without being on the spotlight all the time.

The girl did not understand why people though that she might have all the answers to the world problems.But she just shrugged when people asked questions what about world problems. If she knew answer to the problems that plague world,she was not going tell anybody if people wanted to know an answer,she would charge them for it. Nothing in life came free,not even answers for anything that Juliet, she had a price for it She had not gotten rich by being dumb,she gotten rich by smarter than the rest. And that is how she was going continue in her life, just being smarter than the rest.

Juliet just shrugged as she heard somebody behind her, the girl wanted to ignore the person. She did not understand why did somebody needed to stalk her in Central Park. Juliet just turned around and looked at the person,
"A broken heart, now scram."The girl just continued to walking down Central Park hopefully the person would just leave her alone or she was going hit him with her parasol.

[ashton]

Ashton smirked at the girls incorrect response. She was close, at least on the same area of answers, but not quite right. The irritation did not bother him the least bit, in fact if anything it egged the young persistent man to tease her more. Ashton was quite used to getting into trouble with men and with women. He had a problem with actually listen to a person when they wanted him to leave. This was why he had become quite accustomed to getting into fist fights with men and getting slapped by women. His cheeks were so used to it by now that he really wasn't fazed by the back lash of a woman's hand. If nothing else, it was more like a quaint little tickle that brought out a laugh from the annoyingly persistent man.

"Ahh such a sassy lass. Didn't your mum ever teach you any manners?" He asked playfully as he continued to follow her, "A pretty girl like you looks as if that might be what your world revolves around. Sodding awful I tell you, but still, to tell a man to "scram" when he's trying to be a gentlemen, well now that's just rude." He moved in front of her, beginning to walk backwards with ease as he kept up with her pace. He still had the flowers in hand, and a little grin on his lips. "I just wanted to give the pretty looker some flowers, though your beauty does put these flowers to shame." He shrugged and tossed the flowers into the grass, never taking his eyes off of her. He continued to walk backwards, a light skip to his step, and though his attention was fully on her he seemed to take note of people he might be running into, side stepping around one man who had his headphones in and head to the ground.

"An' if you were patient enough to really think about the response than perhaps you'd realize that your answer is rather dark. Tells a lot about a person when they answer the opposite of the riddle. I tell you, I think this world can do a good bit better without all this nasty heart break business, but love, well now that's another thing. For what is a man without a wonderful woman, looker or not." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking up into the bright sky for a moment as if deep in thought before bringing his gaze back down upon her, biting down on his lip ring as he so often did, giving her an intense stare as if he were picking at her brain before he nodded, "Yes, you are a very pessimistic woman indeed Miss. A bloomin shame it is."

Ashton dug through his pockets, wet as they were, the gummy bears were safely encased in their plastic domain. He pulled them out and held the bag up, grinning as he stopped abruptly mid step so that she would have to stop as well or risk falling into the half soaked odd man. "I know exactly what ya need. First I thought flowers... but no that's too generic, plus you've got plenty of pretty. What's a flower if outmatched other than another weed eating the ground. No I think you need a little bit of sugar, it might make you a little sweeter." The last word slipped out coiled in a hint of sarcasm, as playful as it sounded. Was he trying to flirt with the woman. Well, she was pretty, but looks weren't everything to him. No he just wanted to have a bit of fun taunting her. Most of his mind was telling him that he would probably get hit for his last comment... the rest of it just laughed.

[JULIET CAPULET]

Another weirdo in Central Park,it was not uncommon but the girl was tired of them. She loved walking alone undisturbed without having somebody following her around. The girl wondered what happen to the manners, she wondered if people took hints that she did not want be other.She was tired of telling people to scram, one of these days she was going take actions into her owns hand and make them scram. If she did not consider her a lady, she would hit the weirdo with her parasol and make him go away. She rolled her eyes as she walked faster trying get away from him. Juliet did not want his stench in her clothes, it would be hard to get off.

"My mom taught me manners, that is why I haven't mazed you yet."She paused,"If I didn't had manners,I probably had kicked you in your family jewels and then maze you."Juliet really did not want anything to do to him, she was hoping that he could see that. The girl did not socialize with people not in her social class,it was unbecoming of her. And she did not see the point of talking to somebody that she was just going meet once and never again. Juliet was more interested in meeting people that she might meet more than once, she though it might be good contacts. She rolled her eyes as she continued to walk trying to get away from the weirdo.

"I really don't give fuck what is the answer is to your fucking riddle,just get the fuck away from me." She blushed as she realize what she had done, she had cursed and lost her cool.It was not typical of her to just snap but this weirdo was driving to the edge. Juliet looked at him for a couple minutes, something inside of her made her feel sorry for him. She should not had snapped and just cursed at him, it was unbecoming of lady. The girl took few deep breaths before thinking what to do next.

Juliet opened her purse and took out her pocket book and place a hundred dollar bill on his hand, she looked at him
"I hope it helps you out."She sighted as she walked away, she sighted she should not had curse at him.But she was tired of people following her and trying to talk to her. Juliet just wanted to be left alone.

[ashton]

Oh she was an angry little lass. He could see her annoyance rising into a temper. Such a sharp tongue on that girl. It really didn't take the man with the iron cheek aback. In fact, it seemed to make his amusement grow more. Oh but the peak hit when she finally let loose and cursed him out, causing some people to stop and stare in shock, noticing well who the young Princess was. He glanced over and smirked as he saw a couple whisper and walk away in a hurried fashion. He was a nobody, a person that people might give an odd passing glance to but than look away in either disgust or without a second thought. She however, oh she was so much more. If she kept up with her little temper she might land herself in a heap of paparazzi trouble. He could see it now, splashed across the front pages "Princess of New York has a Naughty Tongue" Oooh wouldn't that just be delightful.

[pink]"Oh my such a tongue, tsk tsk. Really, Princess that's no way to talk to strangers. I haven' done a thing to you. Clearly you could use a lil' suga' with that bitter tea of a tongue."[/pink] He scoffed before shoving the gummy bears back into his wet pockets. He enjoyed taunting the girl more, mostly because he just really couldn't stand the girl. She was exactly the type of woman that Ashton despised. The rich, uppity women who would get pissy over something so simple as a playful conversation, and so easily. If he were a man of money and power she would be feeding out of his hands... well pretend. She seemed like the type of woman who didn't have too many friends, and those that were she saw only as useful tools in her trade of power. A woman who wouldn't allow herself to open up to the colorful world of commoners. Of course perhaps he came off a bit strong, but he was indeed as mad as a hatter, and right now he was actually being rather kind.

That was of course until she took the money out and placed it in his hand. He looked down, quiet for a moment, seeming to have stopped in mid thought as he looked down at the hundred dollar bill. Oh her comment. Money! It was all about money, that is what these people bled and thought about. They stank of wealth and power, and a wretched stink it was indeed. His face seemed to visibly darken for a moment as he muttered unintelligably under his breath, seeming to "Grotty trollop she is. Off with her head screams the queen. Aye, but she be a bloody ninnyhammer." It came out as a quiet growl, barely audible, but suddenly was gone as he blinked and looked up and back to the woman who was walking away.

Crunching the one hundred dollar bill he moved to quickly catch up with, stopping in her path of movement again as he smiled politely and bowed his head in apology, [pink]"My apologies miss. I merely meant to jest with you, but clearly your humor lacks, or perhaps it is american humor than I can't acquire so well. 'Owever, I can't take this money. I don't take donations, I don't do charity. Just because I don't look like a million dolla's doesn't mean I'm made of rags. So he'e"[/pink] He leaned in and slipped the bill with one fast motion down her blouse before turning away,[pink] "Money trollop, I definitely don't need money that stinks of rich wankers like you."[/pink] He gave her a slight smirk and walked away from the woman. His temper still ticked, but he held it back, just barely.