Christina nodded. She never really wanted to bring up marriage with him. She was too scared too because she didn't know how he would react but she has known for awhile that she's wanted to marry him. She looked down at her lap. "Never mind. I don't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to."
"You do that then" Symphony replied as she plopped back onto the couch and downed the rest of her drink. She was getting tired and decided it was time for her to leave, and so she stood up from the couch and began to head towards the front door.
Symphony caught her lower lip gently as he grabbed her wrist and turned to face him, looking up as he towered over her petite frame. "So then what do you want to do?" She asked challengingly with a raise of her brow and a slight smirk playing at the edge of her full pink lips.
Symphony's eyes widened slightly at his reaction. She hadn't anticipated that he'd take it so personally but she found it quite amusing. "Oh really? And you think it takes a man to get laid by one of these little girls?" She asked with a roll of her eyes. "Let me know when you can handle a real woman." She teased before standing up from the couch.
Symphony felt a slight buzz from her previous two drinks, her fingers wrapped around her third. The soft pink of her neatly manicured nails contrasted starkly against the red of the plastic cup, but that hardly mattered since it was so dark inside. She realized that only about half of the people in the room were actually old enough to drink, which didn't matter anyways but it made her feel a little old. "Hey, how old are you?" She asked the same boy with the tattoo's" she was petite and therefore fairly smaller than most people her age and younger, but still she felt like they would look at her and automatically guess she was older.
(Starter-Toby) Symphony was twenty three years old but was still in college getting her Master's degree while working full time as a journalist. One thing she enjoyed most about college life was the parties. She could admit that she smoked a little more than just cigarettes and she simply enjoyed to have a good time. She was at one such party at that moment. She had just finished dancing and collapsed onto the couch with a beer in her hand besides some random boy who she hadn't been introduced to. She gazed along his muscular arm and smiled slightly. "Nice tats" she said leaning in so that he could hear her over the music. Most of her own tattoos were either small or in places you couldn't see them unless she wanted you to.