// say you don't want it

[noah asher whitmore]

After working at a certain place for several years, one may begin to grow tired of their job, sick of the monotony of it all. They may wake up one morning with the fresh decision to quit planted in their minds and a hunger to find a better, more exciting career. A career that would keep them on their toes, always guessing and expecting to be surprised each and every day. Noah Whitmore, on the other hand, already had that job. Already woke up with the desire to go to work for the thrill of never knowing what to expect or who he would cross paths with. Being the owner of the sole nightclub in Arietta, Maine certainly had it's advantages, and the unpredictability of it all was only one of them. The others? Well, the major one would be the salary. Considering Noah was the oldest of the Whitmore brothers, he not only had the final say on what went down at Fusion, but also how much both of his brothers were paid. Needless to say, neither of them were aware of how much money he was paying himself, and how much money he was keeping from them. Selfish? Perhaps. But most of the money - aside from the amount necessary to pay bills and a small sum for silly side expenses - went straight into the bank. Noah would never admit it, due to the ongoing feud he had with his brothers, but all of that money was being saved to pay for his youngest brothers' college tuition. He really didn't want to see his baby brother take the same route the other Whitmore siblings did, himself included. Rather, he wanted him to go off to a great school and get a ridiculously useful degree which would aid him in getting a well-paying job, so he could get out of Arietta and away from the rest of their family permanently. If anyone were to ever ask why he cared that much, Noah honestly wouldn't be able to tell you. He didn't get along with either of his brothers; not since their cousin left the club to them in his will. But they were still his younger brothers, and he'd give an arm and a leg to protect them. Family always comes first, right?

Currently, Noah stood on the outskirts of Fusion's dance floor, eyes darting around the club casually. There were some regulars out on the floor that had greeted him with warm smiles and half-waves when they spotted him, but the majority of the crowd were barely legal teenagers who were fresh off their eighteenth birthdays, or out-of-towners looking for a good time. A few females had approached him since his arrival at the club, some of them wanting free drinks due to his status and others wanting a bit more. Despite how tempting many of those 'something more' offers seemed, Noah reluctantly declined. It wasn't uncommon for him to stumble into his home at odd hours of the night with one or more girls hanging off of his arm, and tonight would be no different. However, it was still early in the evening yet and Noah was on duty. The boys had decided that it would be best for at least one of them to be at the club every night to supervise activity and such; it was the only thing the trio had agreed on since the club was left in their possession. So, no, he was not scouting for women just yet. Rather, he was hanging back with a glass of scotch in his hand and a chilling smirk on his handsome features. There really was nothing like the feeling of watching people enjoy the atmosphere that Noah had worked so hard to keep together. Fusion always seemed to be a hit, with people filing in each and every night to sway to the music that thumped from the speakers and knock back drinks mixed by the best bartender that the Whitmore's could find. This club was like his child - only a lot bigger and more expensive. But, he prided himself on all of the hard work he put into it after Derek's death, and he could honestly say that he couldn't be more pleased with the outcome.

Noah looked down, discovering that his glass was filled with nothing but ice anymore. It was amazing how he could down drinks so fast without even realizing how much he was drinking. So, with a resigned sigh, he slipped away from the mass of swaying bodies and headed towards the bar. The bartender, Rodrigo, caught his eye and went about preparing him another scotch, taking Noah's empty glass from him in the process. If Noah weren't still so sober, he'd probably make some snide joke about Rod being a kiss-ass for all of his proficiency. But, really, the guy was great. Ever drink was made to perfection and he only recommended the best liquor. Noah really didn't give a flying fuck how fast he made the drinks or how much ass he kissed; he was the best they could find and Noah was pleased. It was then, as a fresh drink was passed to him over the bar counter, that Noah's eyes landed on a familiar face. A very familiar face. His lips quirked up into a smirk and, with a nod of thanks to Rodrigo, he sauntered toward the beautiful blond at the end of the bar. "You come here often?" he teased, sliding into the seat beside Evan with a gentle smile. The two had been seeing each other in the most casual way for quite some time now, and while Noah was fond of having a variety of women to sleep with, he couldn't deny that Evan was certainly one of the best he had ever had. If not the best. She was beautiful and quirky, and Noah honestly enjoyed carrying on a conversation with her. That wasn't to say that he was going to marry the girl, or anything. But she was one of the very few that he could wholeheartedly stand, one that he didn't mind spending the night with and cooking breakfast for. An odd friendship had blossomed from this no strings attached relationship, and while that usually wasn't Noah's scene, he didn't necessarily mind it. "You look nice," he noted, taking a heavy sip of scotch. And he meant it, though he would have said it even if he hadn't. Noah was a gentleman, and despite the insane need to maintain a very healthy sex life with numerous partners, he wasn't about to forgo all of his morals and values. He was raised a gentleman, and unlike his brothers, he'd always be one.

[evan arlene matthews]

There was something about the going ons in Evan Matthew’s life that was not what she had expected. She had never expected that just a few days ago she would have been able to convince her ex-boyfriend to come over to her home and be the other woman. Never would she had dreamed that little miss Evan would be able to do that to someone. She was the sweet, innocent girl that never did wrong to any other person. She would not have even tried to coherce Kaler into sleeping with her again, but at the same time it had felt as right as it could be. Her mind was easily taken back to a time whenever everything was simple, innocent, and that is what she wanted. She desired more than anything to go back to the days whenever she held hands and stole kisses down the hallways. But that was a lifetime ago, and Kaler had made that clear to her that he was hung up on something. He also had the notion that she deserved better than him, but that would never be the case. Evan had resorted to the same tactics that she had become accustomed to from him, so in what world did she deserve anything but him? Either way, Evan knew that no matter how much she loved him or cared about him she was just going to be his high school sweetheart, the one who he can always look back at and be best friends with. It was how they worked and that was all that mattered.

At least these were the thoughts that had been running through her head whenever she had begun getting ready. Something about that night wanted Evan to get out of her house. She needed to get away from her thoughts, and although her new spring line was coming along quite nicely because of this whole debauchel with Kaler. Somehow she had always known it would be him that gave her inspiration. He was the reason she had even bothered with the line in the first place. Evan had started the line to give herself something to do her senior year at the wretched boarding school that she had attended. The only good thing about that school was that Kaler had also been there, but her senior year left nothing but heartache. There was a lot about her that most people did not know about her, and that was the small fact that she was once a mother-to-be. She had been the mother of Kaler’s child, so not only had she lost him but her baby as well. Her senior year was difficult without Kaler and she knew that it was going to stay that way. The logic between the two of them for ending it was because after their little one had resulted in a miscarriage, well they did not want to be those people that hated each other. She hated him for leaving her all alone, hated him for going to college, just so many things. But it had also been the only reason that she was able to get herself wrapped around her fashion line.

It was also the reason that she had come back to her home town of Arietta, but since she had been home it was something very different. She had her line based in Arietta, and now she had something to get her head out of. She needed a fun night on the town, and now she found herself taking a shower and deciding to make her way down to Fusion Nightclub. It was the only club in the entire town, and it did not hurt that she happened to know the owner. Noah had been catching her eye for a while, and sure she was not so innocent whenever she was around him. It normally ended with one of them coming over to the other’s home. Neither of them were ready to settle down and have that relationship, so she knew he was sleeping with others and so was she. Granted there just happened to be one other one, but that was the whole reason that she was out that night. Evan had settled on getting ready and heading over to the club, but when she got there she did not see Noah anywhere. Maybe it was one of the other brother’s turn to be on duty, so Evan just decided to head over to the bar. Rodrigo was the absolute best bartender that she had found, well except for Kaler. But that was not because of his drink mixing abilities, it was because he had that special place in her heart. Everything about Kaler was special, but she looked at Rodrigo and he knew exactly what to start making. Evan was one of the girly drinkers, and her preferred drink was a Cosmopolitian. She always thought back to Sex in the City and laughed. She did not have that close knit group of friends, but she loved it. She had Vidette of course, but that was about it.

Evan sat there drinking her drink when she noticed someone familiar come up beside her. Hearing that voice made a smile tug at her lips, because he was there. Just because he had slipped her sights did not mean that he was not there. And tonight he was the one finding her, instead of the typical cat and mouse game with Evan finding the boy hiding. She smirked at his question as she turned her head towards him slightly. “You could say that. I only come because I heard the owner has a thing for pretty blondes. You think it’s true?”

[/color] Alright, so that question was not totally untrue. She came because she knew that Noah liked her, and she was a pretty blonde. She laughed lightly when she really thought about her answer. When Evan wanted someone she knew how to get it, and their relationship was simply casual sex. She enjoyed her time with him, she enjoyed letting him have his way with her whenever he wanted. It was a relationship that just worked for the two of them. Worked wonderfully, and then he spoke again. She had not really tried for this little look of hers, but she always did like to look nice. Apparently Noah noticed. “Thanks, you aren’t looking so bad yourself studly. Trying to impress someone?”[/color] She knew that was hardly the case, because there as no way that Noah could have possibly known she was coming. “You weren’t waiting on little old me were you? But how is work tonight, no problems I suspect. Just glad to see me?” She was just happy to get her mind away from thoughts of her past, and get her mind around Noah and what she was going to do with him tonight.[/justify][/size][/blockquote]
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[noah asher whitmore]

Noah was not the kind of guy who settled for monogamy. Commitment led to monotony which led to boredom which ultimately led to a very unpleasant Noah. Ergo, the word 'monogamy' wasn't used very often in Noah Whitmore's life, and that's precisely how he liked it. He did have the occasional friends with benefits, with whom he maintained a very casual relationship with. Each of those girls were very well aware of the fact that their relationship was very hands-on and no strings attached. However, most of those girls ended up getting attached anyway and it was Noah's responsibility to snip those strings of attachment as gently and sweetly as he possibly could. Evan was different. She possessed the same frame of mind that he did, and was just as detached from this relationship as he was. It was nice to know that he could depend on her to always be there and check her feelings at the door, and she never failed to provide him with a good time. He appreciated that, and he certainly appreciated her company.

And here she was, sitting at his bar in his nightclub with her attention focused on him. Sure, there were plenty of other girls in his club tonight, all of which would be more than willing to accompany him home for a little late night rendezvous with the clubs owner. They would smile and bat their lashes and moan as loud as they thought was necessary. Some would even be daring enough to give him a preview of what he was in for in the backseat of his car. As much as he enjoyed all of that and there was no way he was about to complain about it, it was painfully obvious that they weren't just sleeping with him because he was attractive or because he was a God in the bedroom. No. They would flock to he and his brothers because they owned the club, and more often than not they were underage. Sooner or later the bouncer would call them out on their fake ID's and they wouldn't be allowed to enter anymore, so what better way to stick around than to bed the people that could reassure re-entry each and every time? Noah wasn't stupid, and he knew enough to know that Evan wasn't one of those girls. Not only was she over the legal limit to be knocking back drinks at the bar, but she wasn't using him for any reason other than the fact that he could rock her world.

Noah smirked at her smart remark, quirking an eyebrow in amusement. It was true; Noah preferred blondes over brunettes or redheads any day, and then there were those weird chicks who died their hair all different wild shades of pink and purple, or blue and green. They were just freaky. It certainly helped if the blonde was pretty, though, and Evan was nothing short of attractive. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he set his glass down on the bar, turning his body toward her. One arm came to rest on the back of her chair while the other rested on the bar. "Pretty blondes?" Noah shook his head, smirking as he nodded toward a girl nearby with a neon blue mohawk and a studded black collar. "I prefer girls like that. They keep things interesting. Not to mention they're feisty as hell between the sheets," he teased, sarcasm lacing his words. It never ceased to surprise him how easy it was to tease Evan like this; the banter between them was always smooth and light-hearted, and she was as sarcastic to him as he was to her. Most girls were flirtatious and suggestive, whereas she was the epitome of hard to get and down to earth. If Noah was the kind of guy to get into serious relationships, he would definitely be able to see himself settling down with this girl. He grinned in response to her next comment, retorting with a playful, "What if I was?" Not that he could have possibly known that she would be there tonight, and if he had known, he probably wouldn't have dressed for the purpose of impressing her anyway. But this was all part of the game; he'd make her feel special, tell her that he had hoped that she would be here, and then he'd inform her that he was glad she came - the night would have been tragically boring without her. "No problems as of yet. Some girl lost her bra a couple minutes ago, but nothing exciting until I saw you." Noah almost wanted to laugh at himself; despite how easy it was to talk to her, he always had the cheesiest, most foolish lines whenever he was around her. "But really, I'm glad you're here. You never fail to make my night." And what he didn't know yet, was that every line he'd feed her tonight, and every compliment he gave her, would be the most honest things he would ever say in his life.

[evan arlene matthews]

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Everything about Evan Matthews had centered around being in a relationship every since she could remember. She had always had a man lingering off her arm and someone that wanted to scoop her up off her feet. That was the way that the blonde had always done things, especially though high school. There was a boy once upon a time that had done everything that could have been expected. He had made her fall in love, taken every first, and completely shattered her heart. He had given her a family that she would never be able to have, but that was a whole other lifetime ago. Now she was a girl that had started to learn to check the feelings at the door. She was not about to just let herself go and latch onto another man, who was only looking for sex, but then again she was still having a problem with that. She felt guilty for what she had done with Kaler a few weeks ago, but that was because he was in a relationship and sparked all of those nasty feelings she was not wanting to feel for anyone. That was what made this whole thing with Noah that much more logical.

The two of them were so detached from the relationship, that it was refreshing. She never had to worry about Noah getting overly attached to her, and he never felt that way either. Evan had completely detached herself from relationships, because she was not willing to feel that way about someone right now. She did not want to replace Kaler on his little pedestal quite yet, and she really had not reason to. Noah had not expressed any desire to be tied down. They both knew that there were other people involved in their lives, hell Evan had to share him with every girl that wanted him in the night club. She was not a fool who thought he was going to change for her, but she also was not the girls in this club. She had liked Noah for he was, not because of the fact that he owned the club. Although it had its perks when it came to the fact that she did not have to pay. Every other girl that was in the club that night would have been happy to take Noah back to their house, or even go up to the office with him. They just wanted to say that they fucked the owner, Evan actually kind of liked the kid. Something that was terrifying her, but the only reason she wanted him was because of the fact that they rocked each other’s worlds every time they were together. It was a win win situation because not only did he take her mind off of Kaler, he topped Kaler. Noah had something that Kaler never had, and she had no idea what it was.

The blonde had learned how to be a smart ass very quickly, and it was a trait that she knew Noah would appreciate. They both managed to tease, taunt, and just be themselves. It was a beautiful balance, and something that she appreciated. She knew that if it came down to herself or some brunette trying to make a move on Noah, that it would Evan going home with him. She also was the only one that was willing to just go home and do nothing with him but talk. Not that that happened often or ever, but she was the only one not really looking for sex. If it happened, it happened; if it didn’t it was not a big deal. She just enjoyed his company. She felt his arm slip to behind her chair, and she knew that she had him. Noah wouldn’t leave her alone for the rest of the night, but that was because they had something that Evan dared to try and explain. “Oh really, the mohawk does it for you? Sorry, but I am never going to do that. My hair has to stay long and pretty. So just get over it now.”

[/color] She teased him, and laughed along knowing that he was being his typical smart ass self. “Besides, I am fairly certain you wouldn’t want to risk sharing your sheets with that, not when you have a known fact sitting right in front of you.”[/color] She winked at him, knowing that he knew what she was talking about. Evan had that affect on men, and it was wonderful. The blonde was just down to earth and always willing to banter with him, because out of everyone in the club she doubted that anyone would actually be a smart ass and sarcastic right back at him like she did. She liked how he played along with her whenever she said about how he was impressing someone, but decided to let it go. “I would say you succeeded. Because you look dashing Noah. So take your compliment and don’t be a smartass about it.”[/color] She sipped on her drink, and looked back at him over her shoulder. He was always up to the game that he played, and she listened to him say about how dull the night was besides a bra being lost. It also did not fail that he wanted to make her feel special, and he did. Even though she knew it was all part of the game. “Let me guess she put it in your pocket, right? I highly doubt I made you night exciting, but it was a nice try. “[/color] His next comment though caught her a little off guard. She really had made his night, and he was glad to see her. “Noah, I am not one of the girls you have to play. You know where I stand, so you don’t have to pretend to be glad to see me. Though I am kind of glad it is you on duty instead of your brother. You always make my night interesting. I however, do not plan on sitting on this barstool waiting for you, so you are going to dance with me. Alright?”[/color] She was gladly teasing him, but she was serious. She liked him, and it was obvious. She just did not want played like a violin, she would rather just dance and not really talk unless he had other ideas for them. Evan could really see a relationship sparking, if they both were willing to be in that kind of thing. Something that was going to have to work at to get over Noah’s player mentality, but something Evan would gladly do. [/justify][/size][/blockquote]

[noah asher whitmore]

Noah Whitmore wasn't perfect by any means, nor did he ever claim to be. He did, however, relish in the fact that women considered him to be perfect. They marveled at his strong jaw, toned body, and bright blue eyes, swooning at the way he smirked or winked at them. And after he was done with them, running his fingers down their bare sides as they - unfortunately - cuddled, they would all whisper "Why are you so perfect?" and he would shrug. Shrug like it was no big deal and he had embraced his perfection long ago. But he wasn't perfect; not even close to it. He had his flaws like everyone else, the main of which being his larger-than-life ego and his inability to hold a steady relationship. In fact, Noah hated what he saw when he looked in the mirror. Sure, he was good looking, but frankly, his personality lacked any solid greatness. He did the whole gentleman thing, pulling out chairs and holding doors open, and he would never take advantage of a girl, but he loathed himself. And he loathed his brothers. And he loathed everything the Whitmore family stood for anymore. He spent his days and nights hanging out in this club, scoping out women and taking easy money out of people's pockets. It was fun and entertaining, but it wasn't a lifestyle. Doing this for the rest of his life wouldn't lead him in the direction of a family or a great career.

Evan was right; he wouldn't want to climb into the sack with a woman with a bright blue mohawk, and he certainly wouldn't want to do so with the unfortunately large woman beside her, who seemed to be...holding her hand. Okay, yeah. Even that didn't interest him. Right now, his entire focus was on the beautiful blonde girl in front of him, with her shimmering eyes and seductive smile. And then she was commenting him, smiling at him in that sweet way she always did when she was flirting, but attempting to be subtle. "I look like a monster standing next to a girl as beautiful as you are," he commented. A smirk lit up his face at the remark, feeling more confident than he had in a very long time. Evan was so easy to talk to; they had this groove between them, an easy flow and he found himself constantly interested in everything she had to say, hanging off each and every one of her words like an addict. He actually listened to what she had to say, and he was genuinely amused at her sarcasm and wit. "Do you want to check my pockets to find out?" he teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down in a playfully taunting manner, though the action stopped short at her next sentiment. His expression softened at her words, and he leaned toward her, looking her directly in the eye with the most sincere smile he could muster. "I'm not pretending to be glad to see you," he said softly, reaching out to gently run his fingers down the side of her face. It was an odd gesture, one he had never made before, but it didn't feel wrong or awkward. It felt...nice. "I really am happy that you came." Noah took a moment to just look at her before dropping his hand and sitting back, clearing his throat uncomfortably. He had never gotten that intimate with another person before. Sure, sex could be considered intimate, but Noah wasn't the kind of guy who wooed a girl beforehand. He didn't touch them sweetly or look them straight in the eye, and he never let his guard down the way he just had.

But despite how strange that had been for him, she didn't seem to notice. In fact, she wanted to dance. Noah almost laughed; he wasn't a big dancer, which really didn't work out well with the fact that he ran a nightclub, but he mostly swayed on the sidelines, anyway. As she stood, neglecting her drink on the bar, Noah was suddenly hit with a brilliant idea. Well, it wasn't so much brilliant as it was outrageous. But before he could stop himself, he was saying "Wait!" and gently grabbing her waist, causing her to pause on her mission for the dance floor. Noah's mouth went dry, and he struggled to find the words that would make him seem calm, casual, and cool and totally not the nervous wreck he had suddenly become. "Do you-" he started, blinking a few times as he stuttered. "There's this wedding," he began again, shrugging his shoulders casually as if he wasn't having a shitload of difficulty spitting his words out. "I'm not really a suit and tie kind of guy or anything." What was he on about? He had never had this kind of trouble talking to a girl before - then again, he had never been compelled to ask a girl to a wedding before. As a date. Like...an official one. With a deep breath, Noah squeezed her sides ever so gently and broke through his wall of nerves, looking her square in the eyes as the words finally formed and flowed from his lips. "Will you be my date to the wedding?"