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"Oh, hun, already bending down for me?" Luke said as he walked up behind the girl, his tall stature enclosed in a sharp suit. Whilst he wasn't disappointed with the petite demigod for her casual choice of outfit, as it revealed her much-appreciated waist, he wasn't sure that her crop top would let her into the diner. After her shoe had been tied, he offered his hand for her to hold. With a quick glance around, he confirmed that there was no spying students or professors on the premises and that he could safely transport him and Davine to the high-class restaurant. He had made reservations that afternoon after he had left her behind the bleachers and was not about to get any delays due to some snitching students or night-watch teachers. Checking his watch, he noticed that the time was already eight-thirty-three and kept an eye out for the 'car' he had called for the night.

With one of his shined black leather shoes tapping on the ground, the football player was impressed of how quickly he had found the snugly-fitting suit. He didn't remember buying it at all, but yet he had found it in the back of his closet in a perfectly sealed up fogged plastic sleeve. It was even in a condition of near newly bought. His watch's minute hand ticked, and not before long he saw a limousine drive down the entrance gate, where it entered with surprising ease.

"My dear, the limousine has arrived." Luke said, one of his slender, large hands pushing through his gelled and combed through hair. He took a quick peek to his silver and gold plated timepiece and was impressed on how the limousine had arrived just as the time ticked to eight-thirty-five. Without waiting for Davine's consent, he bent down to lift the girl into his arms similar to how a groom would carry his bride. As he set her down on one of the grey leather seats, he reached for a bottle of champagne and two tall glasses. He was impressed by how many luxurious features could be packed into such a narrow, lengthy vehicle. As if with practiced ease, he poured a healthy amount of the expensive liquor into the two glasses whilst they were still unsteadily held in his hand. The diner was a considerable distance away, so he was prepared to spend an hour or so alone with Davine. "I do hope that Apollo children have good self-control." Luke chuckled, his free hand brushing over the inside of her thigh whilst he handed her one of the glasses.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] "I have a little surprise for you tonight, promptly after dinner." Luke said, his hand trailing up her thigh. He'd keep it as PG as it got for Apollo boys for the date and his surprise, but after that, there was no telling of what he would do. His surprise was quite impromptu, as the moment he had secured the reservation, he felt an urge to secure his standing with Davine both emotionally and financially. Therefore, the sixteen-year-old had an idea of how he could do so. Girls liked malls and shopping, right? "But to see what the surprise is, you have to give me a little kiss. Very little, you won't even feel it."

With his other hand lifting the glass of champagne to his mouth, the dark opal lights enhancing the shine and the gleam of the grey-blue oculars. He didn't let his eyes leave hers as he downed the small amount of alcohol, setting the empty glass on the table. Facing Davine, Luke waited for her denial or assent to his request. If she agreed to do so as well as did it, she would possibly be a happy little lady by the end of the night.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] "I know you haven't dear, but can't you find it in your heart?" Luke laughed as his unoccupied hand cupped the side of her face. With his eyes twinkling by not only the light in the limousine but as well as amusement, the hand on her thigh left and returned on the back of her neck. His lips brushing against hers, the Apollo boy started to smile. "But I guess I have to get it myself." Luke leaned in, his hands clasped firmly behind the head of Davine as his lips touched hers. He wouldn't get into the 'icky' tongue sh*t just yet. All he wanted was a peck back, and that's all. Well, maybe he was getting a bit more than a peck, as he was giving her a full on session on his part.

//too much? ahh i don't want to scare your virgin eyes lmao i also don't want to get banned so???
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] The auburn-haired boy pushed into her return, urging her for more. While his body was doing god knows what, his mind was racing with self-conscious questions. Was it too much? Was he being too pushy? Hell, he had never been this insecure with a lady beside his mum when she got divorced. One of the main worries that were floating in his mind were if they were caught for PDA by the limo driver. He's had that happened- quite a few times, actually. The hand that was cupping her cheek fell to her shoulder, of which he peeled the thin flannel off in his rush to get the fill he was missing from the party. Maybe I should stop here? He thought before he removed his lips from hers. If they continued any longer, he didn't know how much of her outfit would be saved for the night. Luke pushed his hand back through his hair, trying to calm his senses before he steadily rose from the body of Davine.

"Tonight, after dinner, we're going to the Beverly Center." He said after taking a seat across the table between them. The center was a large shopping complex down in Beverly Hills. It had luxury and designer stores, fit for celebrities and those in the financial stability like he was. "You, my dear, are going to go to all the stores you want and buy anything you want." Luke reached for his leather wallet on the glass table. It was mostly packed with credit cards, but he had stocked a few stacks of cash in there somewhere. Finally, he came across the little section where he held his little green papers and took out a nice sized chunk out of it. It wasn't that much, but knowing how much things cost in the Center, it was probably just about enough. He'd give her more if she needed to. Placing the stack of hundred dollar bills on the table after closing up this wallet, he slid the stash towards her. "This is yours. I'm not taking 'no thanks' for an answer."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] When he said shopping, he meant he'd sit around whilst she went off crazy to spend. Giving her money wasn't the problem- oh hell no, he was completely fine with that- it was the fact that she requested him to follow her to every knicker and dandy store there was. While it wasn't every day that he gave some chick a thousand to spend, when he did, he usually just sat around and waited for her to say that she was done. Of course, Davine would be a new, different species he'd have to learn to navigate. However, with the way she was stating her conditions, he had something else on his mind. It was mostly consisting of how he would love to be the door of the changing room she chooses and how he would get his second kiss tonight.

"Of course. I'll give you my brutally honest opinion. By brutal, I mean that if you find something in my words that you do not appreciate, you'll have to suck it up because you asked for it." Luke said, his face void of emotion or anything that might amuse Davine. His sister once asked him the same request, and the night after he had his chest scattered with little bruises from her elbow or purposeful knicks in his shoes. "But I have a second condition myself. If you want my to come to every little store with you, you'll have to give me a kiss. You'll have to start it and you'll have to end it. Can't last shorter than 10-seconds and you have to give me all you got." The Apollo whore-boy gave the petite demigodess a challenging raise of his sculpted eyebrow as if taunting her that she would not be able to do it. At the end of the day, though, he knew he would drag himself into those changing rooms in an urge to fantasize about what she looked underneath her fabrics.
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Luke discarded any sort of innocent card he held against the blonde the moment she had started to stride towards him. Where the hell did this confident, sexy, pushy side of his girl come from? One moment she was a stuttering mess, and the next, she was straddling him with a damn finger on his chest. For a second his mind went from clean, pompous Luke to grabby, lip-locking Luke. However, he restrained his hands behind on of the pillows on the long, U-shaped sofa. Good-boy Luke was going to stay Good-boy Luke.

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint." He said, those grey-blue stares he owned deprived of any lust or arousal. "I believe I asked for a kiss, not Miss Slutty Mc F*ckerton." Maybe he was going too far. Some girls liked the authoritative side of him, but this was Davine; this was a frail, virgin little lady who had the life of an isolated princess. He'd give it a try and see what results came up. With a firm hand, he enclosed the petite wrist of the demigoddess and pushed it back. It wasn't a much of a shove, but his grip on her wrist would be enough to leave a light print on her skin. "If you would like to be a prostitute around me, I suggest staying on the other side of this limo. I'd rather have the tiny sized virgin who blushes at the thought of sex than a raucous, tongue tipping whore." Yeah, probably definitely too far.

//oh shizzle i hope this isn't too much? lmao i may have gone a little ooc on his behavior, but lets see how davvy reacts
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] Why did Luke Mason Harper have to screw things up? He was positive that she was deliberately repulsed by his behavior, and the little okay maybe very large shred of guilt in his heart began to swell. Did the doctor in his father say anything about him being bipolar? Bifocused? Right now he just wanted Davine back in his personal bubble, even though just moments before he had told her to go away. This situation seemed like the repetition of history. It seemed like the repetition of one serious relationship he had held down when he was an eighth-grader. The girl in his mind back then was a young new-girl who seemed like she thought three times over every little thing. He loved her quite much, as her personality was thing of beauty. Then, one drunken night at his friend's house, she comes along. With a guy, as well. He, being a drunk fool who didn't know how best friends worked, lashed out on her. It was only a few months after that she revealed to him that they were, in fact dating behind his back.

The memory brought tears to his eyes, as one of the first relationships that he screwed up on. Letting his eyelids hide the oceanic grey irises that hid underneath, Luke retired into the sofa with a silent, but visibly heavy breath exhaled. It didn't seem like the time to bust out in a mental breakdown, seeing as they were only about fifteen minutes away from the fancy diner. However, his chest felt like it was being barrel-rolled and shoved around by Ares, twisted and stabbed with an invisible knife. He really did love that girl, and it shattered him that the same result might appear with this girl that he loved. On the outside, Luke Harper might be a whore-boy who slept around without a care in the world, but it was really only because of the eighth grader. She was the first one to teach him about how appeal worked: the definition of appeal was the sense when only one partner loved the other or when they both just wanted each other for relief and stimulation. He was the victim in the love story, and she was the one he appealed to. Victims often have some sort of backlash as to whatever happened to them, be it financially, mentally, or emotionally. Luke suffered romantically, as he had forced himself not to throw in ties with others at all. In the end, however, at age sixteen, he already had four ties: one for Davine, one for hannah, one for his baby, and one for Rinley. "Dammit."
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] The limousine pulled to a stop at a marvelous diner dressed in tall, Greek-styled pillars and a long, red carpet that fell from the mouth of the tall restaurant. This place was where his father had brought his blood mother on the day after his mothers got divorced. His mum loved to tell he and his sister about the night she had shared her first kiss with Apollo. Luke wanted his love story to play out in the same way and reserved the diner for the best woman he knew. He had been planning to bring his future wife to the restaurant to replicate his parents' moment where they knew they were in love. The large white doors of the limousine opened to a flock of bright, shining cameras and black-suited bodyguards. Somehow, the media got ahold of his whereabouts tonight. Why would they care about a sixteen-year old boy, you may ask? Well, his mother was a rising actress on the move.

As he exited the car, he pulled Davine into his arms and snapped his fingers. In an instant, a black curtain of bodyguards encircled the two, protecting them from the prying eyes of the cameramen and reporters. A great converging of humans attacked the circle, all yelling questions about his whereabouts the past few years as well as if he was aware of some scandal that was going down with his mother. Luke could care less of what his mother was doing, and simply ignored any personal or investigative questions that were thrown towards him. He hoped that the paparazzi did not catch a picture of Davine, but it was unlikely seeing as she was the first to enter.

"Stay quiet, do not answer them." The auburn-haired teen advised the demigoddess, his firm hold on her arms loosening as he helped her get up the stairs. He didn't know if she had experience with staying in the center of the bodyguard curtain and keeping up with them or even with how to deal with the press. As they approached the large, French double doors, two doormen opened them while the bodyguard curtain opened from the front to let them in. Turning towards the person with the waitlist, he uttered his reservation. "Reservation was made this afternoon. Table for two under the name of Harper-Minos." The waitress led them to a candlelit, secluded corner of the restaurant while his hands dropped from her shoulders. He hadn't had a chance to see how Davine held up with the attention she received from the cameras and reporters and felt quite guilty that he hadn't warned her about any possible paps'. Luke appeared unfrazzled and perfectly comfortable with the fact that there were over a dozen of waiting cameras and reporters outside the very door of the luxurious cafe. "How are you holding up?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:350px; font-family: sans-serif; font-size:11px; color: #EF5B5B; text-align: justify; padding-left:60px;] With a cheeky laugh, Luke nodded in understanding. When his mother first began to recieve credit for her work in the studio, both he and his sister were a bit jumbled about the cameras and attention. Before becoming a student in OA and before their mom got involved in acting, the twins lived a comfortable, out of the way life in a little urban apartment. "I'm glad you aren't too upset about how life would be for us outside of the four walls of the academy." He said, his words lightly tapping on the subject that there could be a future for the two after they graduated.

//short, sorry.
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"You didn't know that after we graduate: the demigods have to serve the gods?" Luke heard of stories of how his father enjoyed playing little tricks on graduated students from OA. Since gods really didn't have much to do in modern times, they sent graduates on quests to find bizarre things, like the Pomegranate of Persephone or the Helmet of Hermes. Sometimes, they send them on quests that force the demigods to lie, since their objective doesn't exist. "We go on with our lives, but every so often, the gods send us on quests. We'll run into each other someday and spend possibly a year trying to go undercover or some sh-t to complete the quest." The bronze-haired boy couldn't help himself but to predict that his father and Poseidon would somehow make him and Davine go on a long, well-drawn out quest. Hell, he thought they would try to get them to have a child or something during the time of the quest if they didn't already.

Glancing over the options of the leather-backed menu, Luke realized that most of the options were traditional, un-Americanized Greek food. There were so many different choices that he wasn't really familiar with, as his mother often did not embrace very Greekish culture when she began acting. He was more used to seeing his expensive, luxurious meals provided by his mum's big break. His grey-blue eyes grazed over the menu, reading the tiny little descriptions under the name of each option. Finally, the sixteen-year-old settled on Avgolemono, a chicken soup with egg and lemon juice mixed with broth. It was pricey, considering the ingredients, but it was the only one that sounded good out of all the meals. Next on his order was an appetizer and drink. He planned on ordering Pikilia, an assortment of appetizers and Metaxa, a distilled spirit that is a blend of brandy, spices, and wine. Luke was indeed very underage for such a drink, but his father and mother did not restrain him from having exotic tastes. Hell, they wouldn't really care if he was an alcoholic like Auguste, son of Dionysius.

His eyes fell away from the menu as he placed it down on the white-clothed table, his order already in mind. "Hey, Davine," The demigod started, her name rolling off his time like a sugary syrup. He scooched next to the girl, his grey-blue eyes portraying some sort of hesitance. What was he doing, trying to get close to her once more just a few moments after he lashed out at her? "What would you like to have a taste of?" Luke was definitely appearing bipolar to Davine, and he was slightly proud that he would be having her guessing what he was going to do next. It was always a bore when your partner was overly predictable. His question could be seen in very different ways. One was a sexual innuendo whilst the other was simply a question of what she would like to eat.

//oh boy, davine, give the poor chap a kiss. ahahahrlgnkdfn
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