down where it's wetter (VICTOR!)(CASUAL)

[DOLORES HAZE]

Dolores laughed as she spun around as the small straw-sized water jets spurted out of the ground and a good ten feet in the air, only to come back down on her as well as the children around. She was having a lot of fun- even if the eyes were on her like 90% of the time. Now why would a sixteen year old like her dance among these kids as if she was one of them? 1) It was fun and 2) Their Dads were really hot. The moms didn't seem to notice, thinking her off as some weird teenager who wanted to show off and get attention. Dolores lived for attention. There was something in having people look that made her blood rush unealthily quick throughout her body. It gave her this all-time high that nobody else could reach but her. She spun, letting her skirt catch in the wind, making it "accidentally" even when it was clearly soaked through. Today was not a day to wear white, but.. she chose to anyway. Oh god- she could see from where she was the tents she was pitching. Considering it a great success, she daringly gave them all a look as she spun a final time- that screamed, I know you're watching me. Keep looking, but I'm sorry you can't touch.

Skipping off after waving to the kids, she reached into her bra and pulled out her heart-shaped sunglasses. She slipped them on over her eyes, confident in her walk. The girl ran a hand through her wet hair, trying to comb it out and letting the slight breeze ripple at her hanging loose clothing again. A shiver went up her spine. Dolores had no shame in the way she looked- although it was definitely not socially acceptable- she knew she looked good. Today she had worn her shocking pink push-up bra with clear straps paired with matching underwear. They hugged her slim body and envisioned herself as some 80's Greek Goddess, white sandals from the Discount store making squeaking noises from her feet. The sun was beginning to both her and frowned= now deciding to take off her shirt to leave her with her bra. What was the problem? People jogged around in similar looking sports attire anyway. Draping the shirt over her shoulder, she walked once again and almost bumped into someone while she was too busy making flirty lip movements combined with a hot blush in her cheeks.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

What was the world coming to.

That a young girl would play the a sprinkler with children just to show off her tits was one thing, but it was a whole other thing when the fathers of the children responded in such a disgusting way. A way, which, unfortunately, was not entirely unexpected. Victor had observed the scene from where he was walking on the trail toward them; it seemed he'd arrived at the tail end of this strikingly patriotic display, since the girl was packing up to go. God bless America.

He realized with a dull kind of horror that she was heading straight for him, looking about her as if she expected the whole world to revel in the spectacle she was making of herself. It was laughable. How could any child--and she was just out of childhood, that was certain--look to their mother and say, 'Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a complete disgrace to the human race.' What's more, why would a mother let her be just that? People like that shouldn't be mothers, let alone allowed to live...and he knew plenty about people who shouldn't ever be mothers.

Victor had been trying to look away from the mess approaching him, with no thought that she might not notice him. When the little wet body collided with his, he instinctively grabbed her waist to steady her, failing to immediately notice the implications that came with grabbing a young girl.

"Sorry!" he blurted, taking back his hands as if she'd burned him. He couldn't help but eye her blinding bra, which was exposed to the world like it was the goddamn Hope Diamond; quickly, he corrected himself and picked up the heart-shaped glasses which had fallen during the collision. Victor tried to hand them to her without much looking.

[DOLORES HAZE]

Oh dear. A man was already touching her. On her hips. Was it to stop her from falling? Or was it that he saw her and just... couldn't resist? Dolores smiled, knowing fully well that she had that effect on certain people and there was a possibility that he was just like the rest. Her mind began to wander as she gave him the once-over. And just like that, those hands were gone- she tried her best not to baby pout, which was reserved only for bedroom affairs. At the almost shouted apology, she raised a hand to stifle her girlish giggle, eyes blinking a couple times to see him picking up her sunglasses. Oh, how sweet. We have a gentleman. Sometimes when an article fell off her during work, most completely disregarded the fact and kept their eyes on her twirling, tempting body position on the stage. She couldn't recall the amount of times she's lost a watch or bracelet in the audience. Dolores couldn't pick them up exactly and keep the trinkets in a safe place. Like she could have pockets in her barely-there costume every night. Of course, it was uncomfortable to saunter about and move as actively possible with numberous things around your junk area.

"Thanks, sir. How knight-ly of you. These are my favorite sunglasses, you know. Don't they look cute?" Although she was talking about the shades, she ultimately referenced her perky breasts, adjusting the shirt once again- that smile getting wider by the second. Oh- boy did he look kind of uncomfortable in her presence and couldn't understand in the slightest why. Here she was, Dolores Janice Haze, almost thrusting her gorgeous underage self onto him and he wasn't making eye contact. What the crap, mister? She questioned alarmingly in her head- because this guy was a looker. With the simple way he swaggered and bend over to get her glasses, she had already summarized this was one of those who seemed too badass to function. He honestly reminded her of one of those villians on TV who stole the damsel of distress away to his lair where they would proceed to have undescribable sex acts. It suprised her how low the porn channel fee was. It was a new goal of hers- to tame this beast but catch him first. This was going to be quite a show. Central park seemed to get more and more interesting everyday. "You're very funny. Oh- you're looking away- do you have somewhere to go? or?"

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor refrained from choking when she discreetly pushed her chest outward toward him. He glanced down, purely by accident (though there may have been a touch of curiosity) and got an eye-full of her glittering breasts. "These are my favorite sunglasses, you know. Don't they look cute?"

He almost winced as he brought his eyes back to her face and then over her shoulder, and said, "Yeah, sure, they're alright." His tone was rather final, and it was clear that as of now, he was not going to play along. Victor took a sort of sick delight in seeing the way her cheeky grin fell when he began to look anywhere but her.

"Erm-" He wrestled with her question for a second, but that second was all it took to make his next statement sound completely false: "Yeah, I should shove off 'bout now..."

There was a hint of resentment in his voice, but other than that, it was a mystery. No awkwardness. Just a sort of mix of emotions. Should he be turned on or completely and utterly disgusted? Well, disgusted, of course, but his body was trying to assure him that he wanted a piece of that.

"Sorry about that, again," he muttered, attempting to step around her.

[DOLORES HAZE]

"Alright?" Alright? Just. Alright? Okay. This man was frustrating her. Usually one of his...look? Would totally want to 'hit this'. Did she smell funny or something? What. Was. Up.? She pouted a little more and crossed her arms, tightening up her bus section a bit more, emitting a slight whimpering noise past her lips. Why was this darling man being like this? So cruel? "Mister, you don't have to shove off. You're nice and warm. I'm feel so cold out here... ya know that feeling you get when you're all wet and you step outta the shower for your towel? Yeah. That's me in the moment... except I'm not exactly naked. I mean..." She looked down at her skimpy attire and flushed a couple shades of red, but not matching her hair. Dolores let her fingers trace random squiggles on his shirt, batting her eyelashes even more than before- fearless in her flirtatiousness. She let out a girlish giggle, nuzzling her slightly upturned and cute button nose on his chest.

"I'm giving you some ultra fuzzy eskimo kisses. You don't need to apologize. People just don't usually react to me like that... please don't be mean, I don't like it when people are mean." Even though he moved slightly away, there she was, closing that space once again with her slim form. She saw this completely serious man as a challenge, and usually she'd be lazy and give up- but she was completely allured by his bad-boy nature. Like any other little girl, there was a rebellious side aching to come out and possibly ride a trouble streak that got her into bad business. As she inhaled his sweet masculine scent, she wondered if he rode a motorcycle or owned a studded leather jacket. "Hey mister, please don't go." She felt him move yet again to step around her. "We just met! And I've decided I like you. Even though you look like you're about to throw up. I can be decent! Pinky Promise! I'll be real good. I'm always a good girl." Winking once more, she entwined her smaller hand in his, grinning from ear to ear.