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Disparity has a minion!

Babette the Angelkitty

Disparity
Legacy Name: Disparity

The

Angelic Keeto
Owner:

Paint

Age: 17 years, 4 months, 4 weeks

Born: December 5th, 2006

Adopted: 17 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 5th, 2006 (Legacy)

Pet Spotlight Winner
August 7th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 2
Strength: 17
Defense: 14
Speed: 16
Health: 12
HP: 12/12
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Name: Ari (Are-ee, Air-ee)
Age: 22
Occupation: College Considering (whatever that might mean)
Basics: On the outside, Ari is a flirtatious spitfire who would drag anyone to any party, in any neighborhood. Anyone who knows her sees her as the girl who constantly sleeps around and never holds a man down for long; she simply drops them like dead flies from a dirty swatter. Anyone who got to know her would see that Ari was miserable. Her constant one-night stands stem from an insecurity about commitment, one she's never been able to shake. Anytime she feels a flicker of something more than lust, the man she's with is out her door in an instant (Or she's out theirs, depending on the situation). Deep down it's easy for her to tell she desperately wants that deep connection with someone, someone you love even when you hate, someone to simply stare at even when you know their face by heart, but so far her paranoia about being hurt from it has reduced her to someone who leads a lifestyle opposite to what she truly wants.

Ari wants diamonds, not plastic beads.
Ari wants champagne, not a mug of beer.
Ari wants smooth satin, not a sack of cloth.
Ari wants a lot of things, and she's the only one holding herself back from them.

Be my bad boy
Be my man

It was exactly 11:17 pm. The weather was what would be considered "nice" by most standards, though the light wind added a bit of an unwanted chill. Most clubs were just starting to wind up, the pulsing music causing bodies to twist and turn. On the other side of town, classy restaurants could be found, the kind that gave you your own cloth napkin and had seats with velvet cushions.

And yet here was Ari, sitting on a bus bench, mulling over what to do. She was fitted in a tight black dress, large turquoise beads dangling around her neck. Absently she clicked her bright red pumps together and pursed her lips. The slim Keeto was conflicted. She knew it would be easy to snag a quick hookup, and not have to think about anything else; but she was tired, and yearned for something a bit more tasteful. She wanted to sip fine wine and bask in the dim lighting of a private restaurant booth. Sometimes the draw of a random male didn't seem as alluring any more. Then again, sometimes an unfamiliar warm embrace was better than none at all.

Letting out a yawn the young lady brushed back a strand of hair-sprayed blond hair, grimacing as she noticed a small bug crawl up the leg of the dingy bus bench. She nodded slightly at a man who walked past. He winked at her and grinned, showing yellowing teeth. Ari let back a sweet smile, though it dripped with animosity.

Usually her day was at least a bit more planned. Sure, she left evenings open, but Ari should've known what club to go to, what guy to flirt with, or at least what alcoholic beverage to be currently sipping. She shouldn't be observing such dull things as bugs and the cracked sidewalk that stretched before her.

"Well hey there...."

The voice startled Ari, and her eyes widened. She hadn't even noticed the young man sit down next to her. Gosh she really WAS out of it. Turning to look at the male, the Keeto gave him a quick once-over. His hair looked relatively combed, though it shielded his dark brown eyes a bit too much for her liking, making his intentions harder to read on first glance. His clothing was nothing to rave about, but at least he didn't smell. A lot of the men who came onto her smelledâ€¦

"Oh, I didn't notice you!" Ari replied sweetly, turning on the charm. Slowly she crossed her long legs and turned towards the man, her back arched slightly, wavy blond hair cascading down it like a clichÃ© waterfall. She could feel his intense gaze, and forced herself not to make a face.

"What's a lovely lady like you doing out here all alone? Your boyfriend needs to spend more time with you."

Ari inwardly sighed, knowing the man was fishing, and quite obviously. "I dunno', if I had a boyfriend I wouldn't be out here in the first place." She smirked and leaned closer to the man, her bright blue eyes shining mischievously. She gently let a finger trail over the man's chest, grinning as she noticed him shudder slightly. "It's a bit cold... any ideas where I could get warm?" She might as well cut to the chase. She knew what the man ultimately wanted; it would take an idiot not to notice.

"Aren't you forward." The man chuckled awkwardly, obviously unsure whether to lean into the woman's advances immediately or hold back. One look at the bright pink lips inching towards his mouth made up his mind pretty quickly."My car's around the corner." He said with some finality, grabbing Ari's hand and doing an inner fist-pump. It usually took him a bit more time to pick up a chick, or more beer, lots more beer.

Ari took the man's hand and just kept smiling.

Be my week-end lover
But don't be my friend

Everything was fuzzy.Really fuzzy.Ari let out a light cough before emptying her stomach into what she assumed was a toilet. Her large fluffy ears flopped uselessly over the dirty rim, the sensitive insides of them letting bites of cold register in her mind. A shudder ran down her spine as she shakily raised her head, staring into her marred porcelain reflection.

"Well don't you look classy..." she murmured before hurling again, thin sides heaving feebly. A fleeting thought passed through her mind and she wobbly reached for her back pocket to check for her walletâ€¦ Where were her pants?

Ari was in the bathroom of a club she couldn't remember with no pants on; yeah, that's really where she wanted to be in life.

Ari waited a few more minutes till her stomach had settled a bit, she'd never held much alcohol well (despite her attempts), before standing on shaking legs. Her heels and shirt were still in place, just no pants."Dammit, how are my shoes still on if..." Ari's mindless drabble trailed off as she felt her speech slur and a splitting headache take over. Hangovers sucked.

Punching open the stall door, Ari didn't even bother to flush the toilet before heading straight out into the main room that held a dingy dance floor and a small excuse for a bar. It was completely deserted, and Ari had no idea what time it was. It must be an odd time for not even the barkeeper to be on duty. That or the police had cleared it out. Ice blue eyes flicked over the bar chairs till she noticed a pair of stained skinny jeans teetering haphazardly over the top rim of one of the seats.

Ari indignantly grabbed them, plopped down onto the cigarette -butt covered floor, threw off her shoes, and shimmied into the fat sucking things as fast as possible. If someone DID come back, she didn't want to be seen in anything but a shirt and a thong. The thought about her wallet returned, and she hesitantly reached for it, relief flooding through her as her dainty hand met worn leather. Her cell-phone was also in place.

There was a silver lining to everything.

Except Ari didn't even like clubbing that well.Ari didn't really like much of anything she was doing with her life.

You can be my bad boy
But understand
That I don't need you in my life again

"Mmmfff..." was the first sound of the morning emitted from a pile of dirty striped sheets. Ari was tangled in said sheets, and REALLY didn't feel like fixing the problem. The hair standing up on her tail poking out from the pile of linen let her know that the room didn't have heating. At all. Just another sleazy one-night stand and the man hadn't even bothered to bring her coffee. Or even be there in the morning. With a start, Ari sat up, cloth tugging uncomfortably all around her. A bit like a three year old throwing a tantrum, Ari flung the sheets up and around till they finally fell dejectedly to the floor."Hey, my underwear is on." Ari muttered to herself triumphantly as she looked herself over, scratching her hair which was unpleasantly sticky.

She had to stop doing this. Every time she told herself it wasn't worth it, and every time she simply relished in the hot breath gracing her back and the sometimes delicate kisses on her neck. Lustful things. Empty things. Things that meant nothing but self-satisfaction.

It really wasn't worth it. But any commitment meant buying something that was glass, and Ari knew that if she held onto something that was glass, her touch would eventually shatter it.