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[venaris]

( the impala hovers with a delicate purr outside the large building of the west-wing dorm; really he's not sure how this all works, nor what the hell he's doing lurking around the campus at such an hour. security's gotta pass through at some point, right? with the thought he digs his phone out of his pocket, illuminating the dark cab around him. )

You sure I'm not about to walk into some slumber party?

[ambitious]

would you really be that upset if you were?

[ dorm rooms being as small as they are, it shouldn't be so difficult to keep them tidy, and yet quinn has spent the last hour or so going back and forth and making sure everything is in it's proper place. a task made infinitely easier by the fact that her roommate has gone home for the weekend. it isn't that she means to impress dean, she's always thought guys were fairly easy, but it doesn't hurt to make a good impression.

which is why her next message comes in the form of a picture. a dimly lit but impressively sized dorm room, all white and soft pinks. no sign of anyone else. ]

all clear.

[venaris]

Touche. Must've left my pillow at home.

( she raises a fair point. it definitely wasn't a secret to sammy dean's affinity for college girls; hell, all girls, really. especially ones that twirled around in those flashy little cheer skirts. gets him every time. at some point he'd thought to ask if she had a roommate, if there were any sort of rules being imposed to bringing him on campus, but it all eventually dwindled down to the same thought: he doesn't care.

his intentions haven't exactly been honorable to begin with, but he hasn't done anything unforgivable. yet. )

You wanna meet me outside? Might not be the brightest idea me trying to explain myself to some security guard what the hell I'm doing in a dorm wing

[ambitious]

trust me, dorm security here is nothing to fear.

[ but nevertheless: ]

i'm on my way down.

[ for somebody who, by all appearances, is the consummate good girl, quinn has never been too preoccupied with the rules of this place. of course, she's also never stepped too far outside of them. never far enough to make waves.

true to her word, she's waiting in the lobby, near the manned security desk, barefoot despite the cool in the air, in a white lace dress that just barely covers the tops of her thighs, brilliant smile stretched across her face and fingers raised in a little wave.

[venaris]

( dean's got a feeling she isn't tied up in a neat bow that is that consummate good girl—and if anything's never led him astray it's his instincts. he likes to think he has a pretty concise idea of the woman she is behind closed doors. not that he's coming here purely to venture further into that, but it definitely isn't a con of the night.

still, when he sees her there standing like moonlight in the middle of the lobby its difficult to-well, really focus on the countless things he'd do to her when she looks so god damn beautiful like that. you'd think he'd get some sort of generous ego boost from it all; the girls he attracted the company of were never sore to look at, but her... slim chance she couldn't damn him into doing whatever it is she wanted, the second she wanted it.

it's that moment their gazes meet in the crisp entry that he knows he's a goner. but he'll lace up that boyish smirk anyway, try not to glance over at the security posted behind the front desk. )

Definitely not the usual getup for a slumber party.

[ambitious]

[ quinn likes to think she's better at hiding herself away than she truly is. that she can hide her true self away behind charming smiles and pure charisma, but the truth is that over the years, her facade has slowly chipped away, letting out glimpses of her true self for anyone paying enough attention. most people, blessedly, don't. but she has a feeling dean isn't one of them.

stepping forward to meet him halfway, she doesn't hesitate to reach for his hand, lacing their fingers together like she's done it a million times before, like this isn't the first. turning one of those effortless smiles towards the security guard, she gently tugs dean past him with a soft, "have a nice night".

any excuse just gives him a reason to question things, but anything said with enough authority is easier to believe. >

See. [ spoken only once they've rounded the corner towards the stairs. ] He's not as tough as he looks. [ not for a girl who knows how to work him, anyway. ]

[venaris]

( it's pretty clear by the way she threads those petite fingers through his and tosses a glimmer of a smile toward that guard that she could've walked just about anyone into that place and they'd likely pay little mind. that or the guards really are shit at their job, but he's guessing it's the former.

it's a contact he's not exactly used to, but he tries not to dwell on it. if he can't handle a girl holding his damn hand in hers, too soft and too warm, he didn't deserve to be there. just went to show how different it all was from the norm; the worn down motel rooms and half-assed goodbyes.

he doesn't let her hand go, though. not even once they're clear of the front lobby and any prying eyes, but he thinks to. thinks she might feel it in the tension of his digits. the words tossed this way hit him with a gentle burst of her perfume, a chuckle resonates the darker space with a cocked brow. )

Somethin' tells me you might've had something to do with that.

[ambitious]

What can I say? [ pausing just long enough to glance back at him with an arched brow, a wry twist to her pink glossed lips. ] I'm a model student here.

[ and in most respects, she is. her grades are nothing short of stellar, and the most trouble she's ever been in has been for arriving back at the dorm rooms after the front doors are locked. a result, she assured the security guard with an appropriately solemn face, of getting too wrapped up in her studies at the library. no need to admit that it wasn't her textbooks she'd gotten herself wrapped up in.

the tightness of his hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she attributes it to the (admittedly minor) pressure of slipping past the guards without questioning. ]

I don't buy that this is your first time sneaking into a dorm.

[venaris]

( it's that glance over her shoulder that suggests yeah, she's got everything to do with just how whipped that guard was behind the desk. a girl with a prowess like her could ravel just about anything around their finger, and he's not naive enough to see that he wasn't one of those little ribbons himself. he's callous everywhere she's soft, hands impossibly warm, supple in their hold as she guides him through the winding dormitory.

a low noise; something thoughtful, eyes roaming the hall and every so often taking a gander behind them to ensure there wasn't someone out strolling the halls at such an hour, anyone with a little too nosy of sights. ) No? ( attention diverts back to her, the way white dresses compliments her figure, trying to stave off the impulsive thoughts of pressing her back against one of those walls, finding some empty room to tug her into. )

And why's that?