Rough Game, Rougher Player

Jarrett Vyhnal · Jun 9, 2011

Jarrett Vyhnal was not only the worst fouler that had ever come across the Quidditch team in Transylvania said his coach about him. Jarrett loved to foul, and he also loved to enjoy the forcefulness of playing the Beater position. Whacking those buggers were some of the roughest things as it took a lot of arm power to handle. Luckily, Jarrett had just that, and not only that, he knocked many players off their broomsticks. He knocked many beings off their brooms, and he was quite proud of it. He had stopped some seekers from catching the snitch, and then he loved to knock keepers from their posts too. It seemed almost too much fun. Jarrett was in the middle of playing an official match with some team, that he did not know the name of right now because he could just careless. He whacked the bludger at the seeker, and the bludger hit the target's broom, causing him to lose balance. Down, down the seeker fell where he heard some yells and shouts from the other players on the opposite team. Jarrett provided the glorious one finger salute to them before he leaned forward on his broom with his bat in hand and he listened to the wind around him. Everything seemed so glorious. Jarrett had his sunglasses on, of course, and could see anything and everything. He heard his seeker catch the snitch and they had won the game. Jarrett smirked and he heard someone slander him before Jarrett went off.

Never had that person handle so many curses in one sentence in their lives, and burned the person with many insults, not even a fly would land on them. Jarrett landed his broom and he glanced around the stadium. Jarrett had asked someone, a special someone in fact, to come here and see him play. However, he told her to stick around until after the game, and he would have to go shower first. By the time he had gotten to the lockers, everyone under the Sun in that stadium heard him curse the other team for being losers. Jarrett felt the sharp eyes from Ozias and he narrowed his eyes behind those tinted sunglasses before he turned and went to the locker room to go shower. Jarrett needed one as he was covered in sweat and blood from the other players. Jarrett was soon showered and he had cleaned up. Jarrett was dressed in casual muggle clothing, and he exited the locker room with his sunglasses on still. He went to the stadium where he met with his ex-girlfriend, Astoria Snow. Jarrett always thought that she was pretty neat, but she seemed a little bratty. Kind of like his sisters. One thing that he learned, never bring any of girls he had been with to his home. His sisters still thought that he had not lost virginity. He had not slept with many at all, but he preferred to stay rather pure as possible. Jarrett greeted with a smirk on his lips, "Hey there, Astoria, thanks for coming."

Astoria Vyhnal · Jun 11, 2011

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<COLOR color="#000">Astoria Snow leaned against the railing around the stadium at she eagerly watched the Quidditch game play on before her. Although Astoria was more well known for being a glamour girl who lived off of her parents money, she was also fairly well known for being a very shifty seeker for her Quidditch team back in England, The Wimbourne Wasps. But she figured that very few people here would recognize her without her uniform on and her hair tied back like it always was during games and practices. The sunglasses probably didn't help either but that was a good thing in her book because she didn't feel like being bothered right now by anyone. Every Quidditch player adored his or her fans but there was just a point where they got annoying and their poor attempts to suck up got really boring to deal with. At least that was what it was like for Astoria, particularly because the majority of her fans were males and they really lacked self-control at times. If she wasn't a witch and didn't have a wand to protect herself with she probably would have opted to get some pepper spray by this point, she heard through the grapevine that it really worked. But luckily her wand was handy enough for whenever she needed it and it appeared that today she didn't it at all. Her amber eyes were fixed on the game before her when someone tapped her on the shoulder. The brunette turned her head and saw her publicist holding out the iced coffee she had requested not too long ago, out for her. With a meek thank you she took the iced beverage and lifted the straw to her lips as she refocused on the game before her. It looked like Jarrett's team was doing well, and that really pissed Astoria off. She had planned to use his teams loss as a way to make fun of him later. If they won she'd just have to use other tactics. Perhaps just making fun of the way he always fouled would be enough. Seriously this guy was like the human fouler, his team probably wanted to murder him in his sleep. Astoria knew she did from time to time. Finally the snitch was caught and the came had ended. With an frustrated sigh she lifted her body from the rail and was about to turn away. But that was before Jarrett started to go off on someone. Dear god did he have a mouth on him. No wonder he was single. When he was finished with his little show and went off to shower, Astoria turned to her publicist and shook her head before removing her sunglasses and putting them in her bag.

When Astoria heard someone greet her by thanking her for coming she smirked and lifted her head in Jarrett's direction. "To be honest, I don't think it was very smart to invite a competitor to watch one of you games. I could have easily stolen all of your teams moves and taken them back to my own. Oh well, what else is there to expect from you?" Astoria rolled her amber eyes and used her long legs to approach him. Her straightened brunette hair framed her sun-kissed face like a curtain and she eyed Jarrett like he was a big that needed to be squashed and quickly. The fact that he was her ex-boyfriend didn't even make the situation awkward. They had only dated for a week or so but then things started to catch up with them and before they knew it they had fallen apart. Astoria figured that they were just too different and they fought too much. Plus Astoria had trouble with men enough. In the past three years she had been engaged at least five or six times. Because it seemed like every time Astoria found the right man there was something about him that she found out was not going to make him the perfect guy for her. Like one man was a severe klepto. He stole literally thousands of dollars worth in jewelry from her the other day. Hopefully the man she was with now would prove not to let her down. "Nice game by the way. Either you've gotten better or this team sucks more than I remember. I think my favorite part would have to be um, the little show at the end. So classy." Astoria sneered before she rolled her eyes softly. She handed her empty cup over to her publicist and told the woman to go away for a bit. This 'battle' could last for a bit. Her and Jarrett were about as aggressive with one another as a couple of wild dogs. They fought and argued and teased and taunted one another so much one would think that they killed each other's family and wanted revenge on one another or something.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Jun 17, 2011

Jarrett was unknown to whether or not it had been a good idea to even invite Astoria with her being on the opposite team and all. However Jarrett rarely considered the circumstances. At least they had won the game and that was all that mattered to Jarrett. He smirked down at Astoria and her beautiful figure. However Jarrett did not mind looking at hot girls from time to time, he knew better then to flirt with this one. He wondered if he would take a seat in the stands or just stand around and talk to her. He did not know if they were friends or anything, but at least she was interesting to talk to when she actually talked and not yelled. Jarrett may not like anyone right now, but then again, he had broken up with his other girlfriend because she seemed to be fond of the team and how she was dating someone rather famous in Transylvania. Jarrett could have sworn that he had a bigger hate group than a love group. But he did not care because he did what he wanted on the team and got them the points required to win. That was all that mattered, as long as they won the game, no matter the cost. Jarrett shrugged his shoulders when she said that she could have stolen all his teams moves and whatnot. She might be a little upset because she did not get to see them lose, however Jarrett would not have asked her to come here if they were going against a really talented team. Then again, their team was getting better with the newer players on it. Jarrett thought that they were getting better, and it was always fun to release some bats on the other team too in order to really freak them out. Jarrett smirked and he retorted, "You see, I know you wont because doing that would make it seem like your team sucks so bad it has to steal moves from another to make it decent. Surely you dont want that disappointment." Jarrett raised an eyebrow, but it barely peaked over his sunglasses, that he would not remove for the life of him. Jarrett glanced over at his other teammates that were slowly leaving, but he did not see how they were looking at him, some were laughing because he was the foulest with his mouth and the others were barely surprised that he would have done it.

The professional beater could not help but wonder what bloke she was engaged to this time around. Luckily he was not the type to make a commitment to someone that he did not see worth the time. He was not known to make whomever he dates public, and he refused to bring them home to meet his family, what small family he had anyway. His sisters were all he had and he had no idea who or where his cousins were actually. Jarrett laughed when she actually complimented the teams game, which he was very shocked about. He wondered what had gotten into her before she mentioned the show at the end of the game and remembered clearly what she was referring to. His fight with the entire team and cussing them out until a fly would not land on them was one of his better traits anyway. Jarrett adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. He thought for a moment before he ended up agreeing, "Our team is getting better with the new players. That Zhefarovich guy, creepy as he is, he is really good. And then there is the seeker." Jarrett stopped himself because he did not think that she would enjoy the talk of his team over her own so he did not continue that any longer than needed. Jarrett changed the subject over to the little show at the end of the game, "Well, the team was insulting mine and they deserved what they heard." Jarrett was basically telling her that he was telling the truth about the team. He thought that he was anyway. Everything he said or everything that came out of his mouth was inevitably the truth and some were not strong enough to hear the truth. Jarrett glanced over at the man that approached Jarrett and handed him an energy drink that he normally had before he went out of the pitch for the day. He cracked open the can and took a drink. Jarrett looked down at her left hand and he could not help the smirk that crossed his lips. Jarrett wanted to ask who she was engaged to this time but it was not his place. He had no reason to ask her who she was involved with this time anyway, however that did not stop the man. "Who are you torturing now?" Jarrett asked with a cold smirk on his face, almost cocky, but it was how he was. Nothing could be helped for that.

Astoria Vyhnal · Jun 26, 2011

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<COLOR color="#000">Astoria had to admit that Jarrett had a point about her team looking lame if she had to steal moves from another team. But her extreme stubbornness and dislike for letting anyone be right over her own judgement refused to let her admit that he was right. "True. Especially if we lowered ourselves enough to steal from you. That would be so embarrassing to see in the Daily Prophet." Astoria winked to signify that she was kidding for the most part. Jarrett and his team were actually good at Quidditch and gaining wins. But since Astoria liked to pick on people he should have expected such insults to come from her mouth sooner or later. Astoria and Jarrett were never really nice to one another either. Not back when they were young and just out of school, not even when they dated either. There was always bickering and insults involved in the mix. Which could mostly be blamed on how similar they were when it came to their basic personalities. They were both highly mean, sarcastic, blunt, and had little to no regards on another person's feeling. Granted that she was a lot more proper and didn't swear up a storm like Jarrett did. He wasn't a spoiled like she was either so they did have some differences, which didn't help their case much either because the differences were just as bad as the similarities were. They were like a dangerous chemical. No they didn't have chemistry. At least not from Astoria's end. But when put around one another they could be truly dangerous with their words and stares they gave one another. But in a very off-hand way it was what made them still feel like they were able to be friends with one another after the break up. Friends teased one another, they had their good moments, and they generally felt the same way about things. Astoria felt that she and Jarrett shared those qualities so in a way they were sort of like friends. Sort of. They dated for some time so she didn't think that they'd ever become close enough to be exactly like friends, plus there were times when he annoyed her greatly. One of these days Astoria could see Jarrett happily married to some ugly brunette who was likely just as annoying as he was. They would have three ugly and obnoxious children and Astoria would be wondering how on earth so much ugly managed to get into one child let alone three. Jarrett wasn't too bad looking either, at times. "Come get a drink with me." Astoria motioned for him to follow as she started to leave the Stadium. Being here after the game and a lot of the fans was gone felt a little creepy and she wanted to get out of here. Besides she was thirsty and needed a drink. One preferably that had a little bit of alcohol in it. There must be nerves or something in her system because she just felt weird right now. Mayhaps Jarrett just made her feel uncomfortable.

"The creepy guy? I think I've seen Taralynn hanging out with him before. But I suppose your team doesn't totally suck. You could still learn to control your temper though, before you give yourself wrinkles and ruin your face further than it already is." Astoria teased again, the wind brushing some her hair into her face and forcing her to roll her eyes and brush it away before she turned to Jarrett to make sure he was still following her and that she wasn't talking to herself. Though it would probably serve her right for treating him like she did. The walk was mostly silent until she was asked who she was torturing now. Still in the Stadium, Astoria paused and turned around to look at Jarrett strangely with her bright amber eyes. What on earth was he talking about? Then she remembered the engagement ring on her finger and lifted it up to look at it for a moment. Ah so he noticed that once again she was engaged to some loser. This would be the eighth time she was engaged, and with the rate that this guy was going, wouldn't be her last time either. Astoria was looking for love and romance desperately. She wanted her Prince Charming so badly but she hadn't been able to fund him just yet. Every guy she thought was going to be the one ended up doing something to hurt her or prove her wrong when it came to thinking she loved them. But most people just assumed that she couldn't make up her mind. Like her parents whom she could tell was getting fed up with paying for her 'future weddings' that she never went through with. "Some guy my parents introduced me to. But he seems to be only interested in my body and that's unfortunately not what I'm looking for soooo, it most likely won't last. But-what's new? " Astoria rolled her eyes again and started walking. Jarrett probably knew she had some sort of a problem with guys. But she wasn't going to let him know fully what was going on. Then he would laugh at her or think she was stupid. His younger sister Taralynn often told her off for being so easy for men to break down.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Jul 2, 2011

Jarrett thought that he had won that little part of the argument, which he thought was one of the best things that he had ever done actually. However her statement was enough to make him laugh even though she was joking. She would not say that he was right in those words, but she was kidding so that was enough for the Quidditch Player. Jarrett smirked, "Oh I am sure that you and your team would need some publicity to get out there. You guys are really lacking the spotlight eh?" Jarrett was joking as well, one could tell with his voice. He enjoyed talking to her as much as he enjoyed beating some heads in. Though they were never really nice to her, but for some reason he was thinking that she was his type of girl. She had a backbone not to mention she was insanely hot. His eyes worshiped her body very time he looked at her but she won't know that. He was just appreciating her body and what her mother and father gave her. They had to be lucky. Jarrett was one of those men that were just made of sarcasm, bluntness and honesty. Jarrett liked it though because he could not stand it when people covered what they were really feeling. He hated people that sugar coated things. He wanted people to look in the heart and core, and just show off what they were truly feeling, then the world would a much better place, and one that was more entertaining. Jarrett did not think what Astoria and he had was anything too large except friendship if one would call it that much. They seemed to really be nothing more than that. They had never even slept together either. He thought that she might still be a virgin but that was none of his business really. She seemed to get engaged every other day. He was losing track of how many times she was wearing an engagement ring. Why not just use the same ring over and over? It might save some time at least. Jarrett would not really offer that idea though. She might punch him with it. Jarrett never thought that he would ever get settled down because one would not interest him nearly enough, and one would not be able to take the truth. They were too cold and he was just a volcano waiting to explode. He was highly aggressive when he wanted to be yet he would never punch or harm a girl, unless he thought that enough was enough and they were hitting him first. It was only fair. When she said for him to come and get a drink with him, Jarrett thought that something was up. Then again, she might just be thirsty. Jarett nodded and he said, "Sure, why not." He thought that he could go for a firewhiskey and then a butterbeer. It would be nice but he would not get drunk either. He liked having a little alcohol in his system because it just made everything feel right. It was a good thing that he did not smoke cigarettes. They smelled really bad.

However, Astoria said that she had seen Taralynn hanging out with Ozias? Oh that would never do. Jarrett did not want that to happen. What if she had a crush on him or something? Jarrett shrugged lightly after some thinking, "Uh, Zhefarovich? I am not too worried because I think that he might be gay. He never hangs out with girls anyway. Oh, worried about my aesthetics now, Astoria?" Jarrett raised an eyebrow and he smirked even more. He thought that she was really cool, even though he laughed lightly when she stared strangely as well. He walked by her side, and then it seemed like it clicked in her mind, what he was talking about which was the engagement ring on her finger. He knew that she was one of those that seemed to be natural at getting married or something of the sort. He wondered how long she had been engaged, and how much longer it would last. He doubted that he would last too much longer because she was just not the type to get married, or to stay with one man for too long. Truth be told, he did not like how many times she was engaged. Imagine how many times she would have had to change her name if she divorced the men that she managed to get engaged to. Jarrett figured that one day she would be married and have some children, all of them with the same mouthiness that their mother had. He just hoped that he would not be there to see it. He would prefer to keep away from weddings or anything like marriage. He would never go to one unless he had to. Maybe Taralynn's or Valera's but that was about it. What if they got married to some bloke? He would beat the snot out of them. Well, the blokes and not his sisters. "Well, your body is really nice so I can see why he is interested." He paused for a moment before chuckled, "I'm kidding, but I give it another month before you leave him. Astoria, you can't just keep doing this, or else you will be burned." Jarretted shrugged his shoulders and though he seemed like he was being a good friend, it was still wrong in a way. But he was blunt and honest with his thoughts and opinions.

Astoria Vyhnal · Jul 20, 2011

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<COLOR color="#000">Astoria almost frowned but remained looking as if she didn't care a single ounce about what Jarrett and whatever he ended up saying to her. That boy really knew how to make her blood boil whenever she let her guard down. Well he wasn't going to be able to do that today because Astoria was hell bent on getting her revenge on Jarrett whenever she had the chance to crack another insult at him. "Only because your enormously large ego is blocking it all. Your weird looking hair might have something to do with it too." Astoria nodded her head and rolled her amber eyes as she headed out of the Stadium and started to head towards the bar where she and Jarrett would get their drinks at. It was a warm and friendly place for all the locals to hang out at. Astoria had been there a couples of times before when she had finished playing a game and she had taken a strong liking to it because the place helped her relax and let loose. The drinks were also phenomenal as well. Every single time she had actually been drunk in her life she had ended up getting drunk at this Bar. It was also where she had met her current fiance too. They met with one another over drinks and before she knew it she was spilling her secrets to the man and he was telling her how beautiful he thought she was. Five months later Astoria thought she was in love and there was a beautiful ring on her finger. The very ring she had now. But now she also questioning her feelings for the man she had been in supposed love with and she figured that it would only be a couple of months or so before they broke apart and Astoria's dream of finding her Prince Charming would once again be put on hold. Astoria and Jarrett walked for probably less than fifteen minute's before the two of them ended up at the Bar Astoria had been eagerly waiting for. The tall brunette opened the door and rushed Jarrett in before she followed suit inside. Inside the club there was a dance floor, a small restaurant, and a bar. It was a little quiet right now but that was because it wasn't quite evening yet. Astoria walked up to the bar and her beautiful looks easily attracted the bartender's attention away from a couple of men. Astoria ordered a couple of shots of an Avalanche and sat herself down on one of the stools. "Well it's not like it should matter anyways right, your sister is an adult and is in perfect liberty to be with whoever she wants. Besides...he is kind of cute so she should totally go for it. Eh, there's not much to be worried about...your already pretty bad looking." Astoria told him with a roll of her eyes once again. At least Jarrett wasn't as bad as her brother who felt he needed to get involved with anyone Astoria found herself interested in. It was really annoying that a part of him even slightly thought that he was allowed to choose who she did and didn't date. She wasn't a child anymore so she didn't want to be treated like one.

"Shut it." Astoria glared at Jarrett when he said that her body was really nice so he could see why the guy was so interested. Not only did she find it awkward that her ex boyfriend and probably her biggest rival thought she had a nice body, but it bothered her because once again she was reminded of the fact that no one really liked her for her. Just her body or her money. Sometimes even her fame. Not that Jarrett would know how that feels. Then he went as far as to even preach to her about how she couldn't keep doing this and that she should give it another month and blah blah blah. Astoria snorted and downed both shots as quickly as she could before she ordered another one, this time she ordered a larger drink though. She was going to be a lot more alcohol if she intended on drowning out her feelings anytime soon. "Okay Jarrett, what I'd like to know is when have you ever cared about what I did when it comes to men? So why pretend to care now?" Astoria asked with a raised eyebrow as she received her drink within her small hands. It was annoying when people suddenly pretended that they cared about her. "Look I figure somewhere out there, there is a guy for me. And If unless I actually go out there and look I'll probably never find him. Not that I'd expect you understand, when was the last time you really care about a girl?" Astoria sneered and went back to her drink. She figured that Jarrett still wouldn't understand how she felt. But that was nothing new. He was a man and she was learning to understand that men barely understood anything that a woman did.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Aug 10, 2011

Jarrett resisted rolling his eyes and laughing at her snide comment about his ego and his hair. He loved his hair and that was that. His hair was not normal and did not want girls to run their greasy hands all through it. His hair was a mass of curls, and he enjoyed it. He did not want many people, especially girl's. He did not want them to really get all up in his personal space. That was not something that Jarrett would have appreciated at all. However he did not think that his ego was that high, was it? He did not know. Shrugging, he remarked, "Not sure if it is my ego, but my hair does attract attention. It has character, unlike your game." Jarrett thought that it would get her riled up, but then again, if she did not get riled up or have a come back, then it got really boring. He hated it when people never had anything good to say back to him, and thought that people nowadays had no spine of their own. Jarrett walked with Astoria out of the stadium and wondered how she was going to end it with the next man of hers. It was like a game, a guessing game that he played in his mind because he knew how she was, and though he knew nothing of the male, he went on with what he knew. Jarrett figured that Astoria would either have to lower her standards, or go lesbian. Jarrett had once dated a girl for a while, and the longest relationship that he had ever had. The girl was completely in love with him, and telling everyone how they were going to get married one day, and he had no interest in marrying her. He broke up with her the moment that it got around to him, because Jarrett hated marriage, and thought that it was just stupid. A ring and a piece of paper. If he were going to love a girl, he would ask her to change her last name to his, and then they just say that they were married and not go through that ceremony. Hurrying inside of the bar, the professional Quidditch Player was pleased to hear that there was not much to hear in this room. That was good because he did not like that there were people or at least a crowd. That was when Jarrett behaved the worst, as he had no filter, anything he thought about someone was thrown in their face if they irritated him in the slightest. He took a seat next to Astoria and he turned his eyes to her, hidden behind those sunglasses.

With a snort, he rolled his eyes and he uttered, "She is about as empty in the head. That Zhefarovich kid, if he lays one hand on her, I'll rid his f**king eyes out." Brushing off the comment that she had about him, he could not help but revert his thoughts to the Zhefarovich boy, Ozias. There was something about him that made his skin crawl, and truth be told, he was taller than Jarrett. Possibly bigger too. There was no telling what would happen if he and Ozias had gotten into a fight. What if that happened? Jarrett knew that he might end up dead because of it. He had heard some tale-tales about that family that literally caused him to have goosebumps. Same could be said about Astoria's older brother whom he did not remember the name to right now. Jarrett shrugged once and he would continue on the subject if she had a better comeback against it, but seeing as she had not, he did not know what else to say on the matter. It might give her the false thought of listening to her, but truth be told, he just did not know what else to really say. Besides, he was joking and did not know if he thought of her as anything more than a rival. Jarrett ordered a beer because he was not a big fan of getting drunk, but he loved it when someone else was drunk. And with the way that Astoria was hammering down these shots, it would not be too long. Jarrett took a drink of the caramel liquid, and he turned his eyes to her once more. Since when did he care? Well, he didn't. He was merely curious. Jarrett cleared his throat and he said in a stern tone, "I never said that I did. I merely point out the rights and wrongs. But when this comes back to bite you on the ass, which it will, I don't want my rival to be all depressed and sh*t when we have to play each other." Jarrett averted his eyes to the table, and he thought about the last couple that he had seen married. Well, that was his parents, and as much in love as they were, it was not enough to keep them alive. Because of them, Jarrett had to waste his life digging the dirt for money and stealing for food until he got a job. "If you want to look for him, for Merlin's sake, don't think every man you get with is Prince Charming. There is no such thing. The only girls I will care about are my sisters, because apparently all this love nonsense will cause insanity, and eventually, death." Jarrett took a large drink of his beer, and he shrugged his shoulders. Women.

Astoria Vyhnal · Sep 5, 2011

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Astoria Snow was a complete mess right now. She was so tired and drunk that she could barely even remember her own name right now. But anyone who knew her reasoning for being in such a condition probably would blame her for being like she was right now. The man she had some so close to marrying, the one she had given her heart to, was nothing more than a filthy rotten cheater. He had been hooking up with women behind her back and he had been hooking up with a lot. Astoria caught him in his bedroom with a girl she used to be friends with in school and that was it. She had exploded and immediately let her fists collide with that sorry bastard's nose. Breaking it upon contact. Then she proceeded to destroy anything in his house that she had given him. Finally her last piece ending their connection to one another was throwing the ring he had proposed to her with right at his face, ending their engagement right then and there. Their wedding was in two months and this was the closest she had been to ever to actually tying the knot. But apparently having a happy relationship was too much to ask for. But that wasn't the worst part of it all. When Astoria went to come home to tell her parents what had happened and that they should cancel all the wedding plans because the wedding was off and they agreed to pay for her wedding. But something horrible happened instead. Her parents were upset that she kept making them spend money on weddings that were never going to happen. They called her selfish, spoiled, and causing them to spoil their money on foolish attempts on love. What Astoria didn't get was how they could hate her for all of this when it was always the men she was with that did the thing to make her end the engagement?! It wasn't her fault that she didn't want to be with a guy who treated her badly. Astoria tried to plead with her parents but they ended up getting so upset with her that they decided to cut her off and kick her out of the house. Since Astoria had a job it wasn't like she would be without money for too long, but since she lived with them, and had no place to stay, as well as no money because she had spent it on the wedding she wasn't going to have, currently she didn't have enough money to get a place. So she was out on the streets and she was alone. With that knowledge behind her, Astoria thought maybe going out and partying or something would help her get her mind off of her situation until she found something to do. But instead all she ended up doing was drinking, and drinking, until she was so drunk she probably would succumb to alcohol poisoning or something if she didn't throw it all up first.

"Oh come on, just one drink-'hck!" Currently she was also too drunk to really pay attention to the fact that she was supposed to have standards. Astoria was all over this guy right outside the club who didn't even look interested but since she was hot and drunk he probably thought he could get something out of her. If she had been less drunk she probably would have had some sense knocked into her and she would have got it out of there. But all she could remember was this beefy looking guy wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her further and further away from the club. Astoria stumbled the entire way down the streets. The guy and his friends, even the ones that were drunk thought it was hilarious every time she fell down or ran into something, hell even Astoria thought it was funny. She giggled every time it happened. Normally she would not be proud of this. Not at all. But Astoria was so hurt by her parents and by her Fiance that she felt the alcohol was numbing her pain. It was all numb right now and all she could think about was how much fun she was having. That was until they hit the bridge about fifteen minute's away from the club. Once Astoria hit the bridge and heard the sound of the running water, she ended up getting violently sick due to the alcohol. Leaning over the bridge she spilled the contents of stomach into the water and listened as the guy and his friends laughed and talked among themselves. After maybe the fifth or sixth time of throwing up Astoria felt tired in the legs and the cool night air felt so good against her sweaty skin. She lowered herself down and rested her back against the bridge wall. Her stomach did flips and she laughed again. Gosh she was so drunk, and here she was, out at night, and with some sketchy stranger. One of who kept gently shaking her, trying to make sure she didn't pass out. Astoria wanted to go home and go to sleep though.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Oct 4, 2011

Jarrett was dealing with the fact that Taralynn had moved out and got a house, a big house from what he heard, with two roommates. He did not know that they were male though, as Valera had 'conveniently' left that part out. Jarrett would have had a fit too if that would have happened. Jarrett was currently wearing a jean jacket and he was walking outside because he had nothing else better to do than just be out here thinking. He did not have practice or anything, and Valera was in school in Salem. Jarrett was missing the sister that spent a lot of her time at home, but school called her away so much Jarrett did not think that he would ever find himself wanting to be friends with anyone. Well, he did in fact have Lucius but from what he had heard, the man was in New Zealand, working as a Hogwarts Nurse. Oh he would never let that friend live that down, however Lucius seemed to be into someone there too, so there was no wonder. Some of the ladies in New Zealand had been hot from what he had seen. He had walked the beaches there with a beer in his hand. Jarrett had recently gotten into drinking a beer on occasion, but it was not to get drunk. He did not mind the taste too much, but he definitely preferred cokes and everything like that over beer. The alcohol in beer helped him clear his mind and relax without getting drunk as a dog. Jarrett paused as he walked the streets, looking everywhere for something that he had heard, but it was just a black cat out of a trashcan. Maybe he should invest into a pet, but he did not know what type of pet he could get, and he wanted something that would be considered cool and reliable. But could he find a pet that would be like that? He did not think that he would be able to, but it would be very nice if he could. Maybe one day he would be able to find some way to keep himself company with something or someone when Valera was at school. His mind shifted over to Astoria, but then again she was his rival, and he did not think that it would work out like that. She could be entertaining but most of all, they normally always fought and he did not think that anything would last like that. Jarrett was going to stay like he was when it came to her, and he did not think that she would disagree with that. However when he thought about Astoria, it was not often at all, and it was not always positive. But that might be because she was his biggest rival, and he had to deal with her on a more regular basis than others. That might have been because his sisters actually adored her but what was there to adore? He most certainly did not see what they saw, and Jarrett wondered if he ever will. Shrugging, he continued on.

Drinking from a tall glass bottle of coke, Jarrett walked across a bridge when he saw whom he had just been thinking about throwing up over the bridge and into the water below. What he did not like to see was the fact that she was surrounded by a bunch of men that even he did not like the looks up. Normally, he would have minded his own business, however Jarrett could tell that Astoria was as drunk as could be, and no one deserved that no matter big of a pain in the ass they were. Jarrett took another large drink so that he could speak loudly to the men before he said in a rough voice, "'Ey, there is nothing to see here. If you have to get a lady drunk to get action, you are pathetic, now get a f*cking move on before I make you scarce." One of them laughed but Jarrett merely smirked and motioned toward the bridge, indicating that he would gladly cause them to 'jump' off if necessary. Jarrett then walked over to Astoria and he knelt down in front of her, and he could just smell the alcohol on her. His nose wrinkled before he thought about just taking her to his house which was not too far from here, but he did not think that she would come. Then again, she might. He adjusted his sunglasses before he made sure that there was no one around them. Going to his house seemed like the best idea because he did not want her to do something with those guys for some odd reason. He did not dwell on what that reason was because it was probably something stupid. Jarrett gently took Astoria into his arms and he picked her up considering that she had a small frame anyway. Well, he thought that she did. He looked around once more before he apparated off to his house, without even saying anything, and he was in his living room that seemed just well, stylish in a way. Jarrett set Astoria down and wondered if he should keep all glass objects away from her cause she could stumble into something. Shrugging, Jarrett told her in a stern voice, "Don't be leaving while you are drunk. You can leave...in the morning after all this is gone." He just could not believe that she was about to leave with some other guys like that! Wasn't she engaged? Eyes went down to her hand and the ring was gone.

Astoria Vyhnal · Oct 10, 2011

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<COLOR color="#000">Astoria thought that she recognized someone's voice when he came forth to talk to the men within the group. It sounded an awful lot like Jarrett. Astoria began to wonder what in the world Jarrett was doing with this group of guys. When he appeared within her sight she wanted to say some remark about his spongey hair. But she was too drunk to really think of words that made any sense right now. Astoria's amber eyes flecked over to Jarrett for a moment before she huffed and turned them away. Why was he here helping her anyways? Weren't they supposed to hate one another? If yes then why on earth was he out here helping her? Astoria was a mess right now and Jarrett was one of the last people she wanted to let see her like this. It could be something used against her in later fights between them. Astoria was so drunk that she didn't even have the strength or the mind capacity to tell Jarrett to let her be as he picked her up into his arms. Couldn't he just let her suffer alone? Instead she remained silently and clamped her eye shut to prevent any nausea from appearing as they Apparated. In her drunk stupor she almost hoped that he was taking her back home and would explain to her parents what happened. But from the looks of the room she appeared in, home was not where he had been thinking of. Instead they were somewhere else that Astoria didn't recognize. Was this Jarrett's home? The brunette opened her mouth to ask where they were but she was set down before she could. Jarrett decided that he didn't want her to leave when she was drunk so he was pretty much keeping her hostage here until morning when she sobered up a bit. Whatever. Nowhere to go anyways. Astoria mumbled as she struggle to remain standing. If she had been sober she never would have revealed to Jarrett that she had nowhere to go. She didn't want to give her rival the satisfaction of knowing that she was vulnerable right now. It would make her seem weak and reckless. Right now Astoria's life was nothing but reckless though. She played Quidditch which was hard on her body, she partied a lot, and her love life was full of heartbreak and stupid promises. Shaking her head she tried to her a hold of herself and make sure that she didn't fall over on Jarrett whom she was leaning on at the moment. It took her a couple of minute's but she managed to walk away and slump against the wall for a moment. She felt hot and sweaty right now. Maybe it was the room? Whatever, she was too drunk to care anymore. Astoria's body was ready to pass out anyways so she was going to let it.

Ugh it's too hot in here. Astoria stated as she started to head toward the couch. But not before pulling off the uncomfortable dress she had put on. Her hands tossed it to the side and worked along with the rest of it too. The shoes and everything else she had worn she just tossed it aside. Thank the heavens that she was drunk right now, her being straight up in the nude at her rivals house would have been a nightmare to anyone awake. The morning after all of this was over was going to be rough one. But right now Astoria felt numb and it felt good. She was able to forget the heartbreak that her parents and her ex-fiance left. They may not have left visible scars but it wasn't like they weren't there. Astoria turned to Jarrett, not caring or realizing that she was giving him more of a show than he probably ever had wanted to see. I....... Her stomach lurched painfully and she sighed before shrugging off her previous thought. Jarrett would never get to hear what she wanted to say because sadly she couldn't even remembered what she wanted to say to him Astoria turned back away and kept going to the couch. When she was next to it she laid her body down on it and sighed. Now she felt kind of cold. Too bad she didn't have her favorite fluffy blanket with her. Astoria knew her life was a mess But where could she begin to fix it up at? Certainly not with partying like she was. Astoria thought that maybe she should get a better job than Quidditch, she could maybe find some nice guy, get married, start a family and leave this life behind. But she didn't think her and a man would ever be possible. Muttering a weak goodnight to Jarrett, Astoria's golden amber eyes closed shut and she shortly fell asleep, completely nude and vulnerable, right on Jarrett's couch. God was she going to regret this in the morning.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Oct 28, 2011

The next morning was certainly interesting to come into the living room in. Last night, Jarrett had seen everything from Astoria, and though that was not his first nude woman he had seen, he did like what he saw, but the fact that it was just awkward for him because she was his ex-girlfriend too. He had never seen her that much, but he was not about to complain about it though. She had a rather nice body over everything else. No wonder every man wanted to get married to her even though he did not know half of the men that bothered with her. After he had rolled out of bed, Jarrett had put on his sunglasses to cover the color of his eyes. It had been something that he had been ashamed of since he was a teenager. He hated thinking of those times back then because they were the hardest, having to support his sisters without parents. It was a no wonder he hated parents, hated people, and just hated everything because of what all he been through. The only people he did not hate necessarily were Astoria for unknown reasons, and his sisters. Jarrett rubbed his stomach as he picked up Astoria's clothing from the floor, trying to tidy up the room. If either of his sisters came home and saw that, they would think that Jarrett had a great time last night when he was really trying to help her out too. Jarrett ran a comb through his hair after he had set the clothing aside, and saw that last night, he did cover her up and hand her a pillow. It was as if he cared, but he was horribly reminded of his sisters when they were sick when he was little, and he took care of them. Though neither of them got drunk like Astoria had anyway. Jarrett went to the kitchen and figured that he better make a smoothie that would help with that hangover she may experience. He could not help but remember what she said last night, about having no where to go. What happened to her that made her say that? Wasn't her family rich and stuff? He hoped that they did not kick her out of anything, but Jarrett was not about to let some girl live on the streets without experience. He knew how to live on the streets, he had been there and done that. But now he would not let anyone else unless he had a way to stop it. Jarrett might be able to do something about it. After he had mixed everything into a blender, he was sure that the noise alone would have Astoria stir because the blender was very loud. And he lived in a house where he did not use a wand either. Some muggle appliances were rather handy, but it went out of control when someone used a wand. He preferred not to actually, not while he could do things manually.

The sound of blades cutting up ice and everything else in the smoothie was rich with vitamin C. It helped with hangovers, and she would need to hydrate herself. She would also need to avoid caffeine. The blender almost seemed to roar, and Jarrett smirked a bit. He would make enough for himself. Sure, he did not get drunk but he loved fruit smoothies when he wanted to make some. "Astoria, wake up and get some clothing on. We need to talk about last night." Jarrett could have a joke saying that they had something last night but he preferred not to. Though it would be hilarious, so he would have to think about it, especially if she did not remember it. Jarrett yawned before he poured a glass of the pink liquid as he went into the living room with two glasses, one for Astoria and one for himself. He adjusted his sunglasses before he took a seat in the armchair. Jarrett took a sip of his own smoothie and could taste the bananas and strawberries as clear as day. He swallowed before he wondered if Valera would be around anytime soon. Valera might be the most innocent, but it had been awfully quiet around here since Taralynn moved off with a few roommates that Jarrett had yet to meet - even though he was unaware that she was living with two males, doing who knows with them. His purple eyes blinked several times as he wondered if Astoria was ever going to wake up. Who knows what or how she will feel. As a female, she was unpredictable, and he could not help finding himself wondering why in the hell is she even here? Why was Jarrett being so nice? Why did he care about those men that were bothering her last night? Jarrett continued to drink his smoothie that he made, and he thought over it. He just could not figure it out. Jarrett looked around the house at the lack of family pictures, not many at all. The only one that they had was the one where Jarrett had taken of his sisters while they were in school. All three looked so different, and Jarrett wore sunglasses even then too.

Astoria Vyhnal · Nov 1, 2011

Astoria really wished that she could have more control when she started to drink. She really did. But when she got started it was nearly impossible for her to quit while she was head. Half the time she didn't even realize how drunk she was until it was a little too late. By that point she was already too drunk to really care anymore. So she kept on. Astoria knew her partying had become an issue. Countless magazines had covered her reckless behavior in attempts to slander her name, or maybe it was to make her see the error of her ways? It was a pity that they didn't realize how those articles made her want to drink even more. Astoria was nowhere near being an alcoholic. It wasn't always alcohol that she drowned herself in, sometimes it as was going out, club to club, forgetting about sleep and normal functions like eating. Surrounding herself by strangers, gambling. You name it she had probably tried it. It was reckless, it was stupid, but it numbed the broken heart she carried with her. The one that was damaged by the countless men she had been with, by her parents, and mostly by herself. Astoria held her breath the moment she felt her body awaken from it's deep slumber. Nausea was the first thing to greet her so Astoria kept her eyes closed. But she did listen in to her surroundings in order to get an idea on where she was. Last thing she remembered was being almost hit by her father, then being kicked out. Oh there was the club that she had been at too. She was going to go home with some guys. Was that where she was right now? She could tell that she was laying on some soft surface, maybe a couch, bed, or carpeted floor. It felt nice against her back. Astoria heard the sound of a blender and she wanted to open her eyes right then and there. Who was running a blender right now? It really killed her head with the loud noise it made. A groan left her lips and she brought a hand up to smooth her hair out of her face. A deep voice spoke to her but she couldn't tell who it was. Who was talking to her? Finally Astoria opened her amber eyes. Right now they were tired and seemed to be absent of any light, Astoria was too depressed and suffering from too strong a hangover to really look her best right now.Well that was how she felt. How any man could find her attractive ever was against her. After a minute of laying there Astoria finally turned her head to see who it was sitting across from the couch she appeared to be laying upon. Her eyes connected with familiar sunglasses and she narrowed her eyes before she sat up. Not really paying attention to the fact that she was without clothing. Wh-Jarrett?! You idiot why am I in your house?! What was she doing in his house? Was Jarrett there at the club last night? Astoria thought carefully but she couldn't remember him at all, it was just blank. That nausea was practically killing her stomach right now. It lurched and protested her movements. He was drinking a smoothie as it appeared. But thanks to those dumb sunglasses she couldn't see his eyes, which made his reaction so much harder to read. Did he look surprised, upset, satisfied by seeing his rival in such a state? Astoria always hated those things, apparently he was sensitive about his eyes. But by the way Taralynn descried them, they were actually very pretty. To Astoria at least. She loved the color purple. It was the color of royalty. Astoria always considered herself to be an awesome princess. When people treated her like one anyways.

It didn't take long, but soon the lightbulb went on and Astoria begun to figure out why the room suddenly felt so cold to her. Glancing down she realized that she had nothing on. A gasp of anger left her and she yanked the blanket up and wrapped it around her. Okay why wasn't she wearing any clothes. Jarrett what happened to my clothes-oh we didn't! Please tell me we didn't do anything. Astoria pulled the blanket over her head in shame before she slumped back down onto the couch and buried her face into the pillow. Oh was she tempted to scream bloody murder right now. If she had slept with Jarrett, she was going to never forgive herself. Seriously. She had just broken it off with her last fiance. Now she had nowhere to live because of it either. Her life was utter crap right now. But it wasn't like it mattered right now. Right now she had to face the fact that she was in her rival's house, with no clothes, and no idea what had gone on while she was drunk. Astoria breathed out heavily, over and over again trying to keep herself calm. Maybe if she begged her dad to come back he would take pity on her and she could just go home? Moving back up with the blanket wrapped tightly around her, Astoria fought back tears. But it was obvious that she was about to cry. Very obvious. Hell she couldn't even walk properly at the moment but she was sure as hell going to try and do so. Where are my clothes, I...I need to go. F*ck. Astoria went to go stand but apparently her headache was not going to cooperate with her. She sat back down on the couch and glared at the floor. Maybe she had better just ask Jarrett what happened last night. Even if she was upset at herself and the situation she seemed to be in right now. Hopefully nothing happened between her and Jarrett, did he seriously see her in the nude? What if he tried to use that against her later? Astoria knew he better than others, she didn't think he'd be immature enough to take pictures or anything. But she still felt disgusted with herself for even being in this situation. "What happened last night?" Astoria asked Jarrett, her eyes fixated on him carefully. He had to know something about this? Didn't he? Astoria really hoped that he did. She was confused and worried that something stupid had been done.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Nov 18, 2011

Jarrett continued to sip his smoothie, and he watched as Astoria started to stir. She was really hammered last enough, enough to make him smirk like he had won the wizarding lottery. Of this was just too good. He adored it, and he wondered why he did so much to help her out when she did not really give anything back in return. It was not that he was expecting anything back from this, but he did want a damn Thank You or something from this. He wondered if she even remembered anything from the previous night. If she did not, and she was nude, his mind started to reel, and he smirked even more. He could have so much fun with this, but would he be an ass and do it? More than likely. But he would always tell the truth in the end. Her amber eyes had opened and he was still sitting there, wondering if she would take the smoothie that would cure her hell of a hangover, or even accept any help. It did not really matter to Jarrett on how she looked, but a part of him wanted to make sure that she was all right, and he would never understand why he was feeling like that. Maybe he never would. Perhaps he just wanted his rival to be at her best and them arguing was always fun for him. Jarrett had yet to see any other reason so this had to be it. If she was so hard on herself and stuff, she would never give him a hard time which would in turn he counter and give her one as well, and then life would be complete. He did not think he could live a life in content unless he had Astoria picking a fight with him on some term or something stupid or silly, or even over Quidditch. It was just something Jarrett had grown accustomed to. The rival of his sat up and she called him an idiot and why she was in his house. Jarrett snickered before he set his glass of smoothie down and he folded his arms across his chest. He narrowed his eyes but she could not see that for the sunglasses. He said in a rather bored tone, "You really want to call someone an idiot when they have your clothing? Might want to think on that, princess." Jarrett smirked lightly, as he had remembered where he put her clothing for the most part. Though in her state, he was unsure that he would even use that against her. It was no fun when someone had a hangover. He remembered bringing her butt home to his house where she would at least be safe from fiends. The least she could do was thank him if she remembered, but he had a feeling that she wouldn't. Jarrett took the glass from the table once more and he started to drink the smoothie and soon he set the empty glass down on the table. With a flick of his wand, it carried itself to the sink where it would wait to be washed. He was a rather tidy housekeeper. Jarrett had long ago told himself that he should be grateful for what he had, and he was. He was very thankful to be living in a nice house this time.

Adjusting his sunglasses, he observed Astoria's reaction to the entire ordeal. Once more, she seemed to have given him a show, and he couldn't help smirking. He was a male, of course he would enjoy the body of a rather hot woman in his house. He said nothing right now, but the smirk on his lips said it all. He was enjoying every bit of this, though he did not know why she did not go back to her parents before he remembered, she said something about them kicking her out or something like that. Or she had no place to go. Whichever, it occurred to him that she did not have a place to live, and she was homeless. He would have to help her out. He felt like he could anyway. If she accepted his help, but he was stubborn as an ox. It would be hard to get him to back down after he decided something once and for all. Her words as she realized what happened to her clothing made him snicker a bit. So she thought that they had done something? Jarrett said with a straight face, "I have your clothing folded in the bathroom. And nothing happened last night. At least, nothing I am ashamed of." Jarrett paused for a moment as he got up and he went down through the kitchen and into the hall where he had met with the bathroom and he got the clothing. He came back into the living room and he set the clothing down on the table in front of her and next to her glass of smoothie. "Which was me bringing you here and you stripping. Nice underwear by the way." Jarrett stood up straight and he went back to his chair and he crossed his legs in a manly fashion. He wondered if she would yell now or not. The fact that Astoria could not even walk or stand was something else. Jarrett had to remind himself to never ever get that drunk. He did not want to suffer like she had. Jarrett motioned toward the smoothie and he said, "That should help your hangover. Always helped mine but mine were never as bad as yours. So drink up and get hydrated." She had probably lost a lot of water from throwing up, not to mention vitamins and minerals that the body needed on a daily basis. Jarrett was like the king of hangovers, and he knew how to cure them and sometimes how to avoid them. One of them, not drinking as much as Astoria did. Jarrett was asked on what happened last night, and he let out a sigh. He looked up at the ceiling like he was about to tell a long tale, which he was about to but he decided to wait a bit. "I was just chilling, drinking a beer last night when I heard you being drunker than Hell. Some guys left with you so I followed, and then well, I knew their intentions which I don't even know why I threatened them if they were to try anything on a plastered girl. Threatened to throw one off the bridge. So, I picked you up, took you here. You told me you have nowhere to go, which I assume to be parents work. You took off all your clothing, so thanks for making me find every article you threw around. You collapsed on my couch and fell asleep. Finally, I gave you a blanket and went to my own bed." Jarrett paused for a breath, and he inquired in a serious tone, "Oh, and I am sure that drunks are truthful, so I am going to ask you plain as f*cking day; are you homeless?"

Astoria Vyhnal · Nov 21, 2011

Astoria's stomach bubbled like a cauldron filled with a gooey mess. It was probably alcohol reacting badly due to the fact that she had not eaten or gotten anything good into her system since she last fought with her parents. It didn't help that she felt so awkward about being in the room with Jarrett when she was like this. She was a mess. Her rival was probably living it up right now, knowing that he was on top and going strong while she was a sloppy mess and on the bottom. It made her angry. Mostly at herself for allowing her life to get this bad. Now she couldn't even return home because her parents decided that she wasn't worth the trouble she caused. 'Which isn't fair at all. It's not like I can help if it all the men I've fallen are complete jerks.' Astoria thought to herself as her fingers laced through her brown hair. All she wanted to do was find her true love and hope that he could make her feel better about herself. Astoria had never felt good about herself. But what was so bad about finding a man that could could make her feel like she was worth something? Apparently too much because no matter how hard she tried, she just wasn't finding him. One of her teammates suggested that she was looking in all the wrong places. That maybe he was right under her nose. But Astoria didn't think that was the case for her. Jarrett's comment about her calling him an idiot and having her clothes made her nose wrinkle. Naked or not she would beat his ass any day if he made her mad. Tch, we both know that I'd get the clothing one way or another. So yes, I still feel like idiot is a very appropriate title for you. Don't call me princess either. Astoria grumbled. Okay so even if she acted like a princess, only her daddy was allowed to call her that, or rather, he was until he insulted her and kicked her out. Astoria sometimes let her boyfriends call her princess too but she wasn't together with Jarrett. That one week was enough for the two of them. Astoria couldn't even remember why they had broken up in the first place but knowing them it was either due to the arguing or because of something stupid. It was pretty obvious that they made a horrible couple. Astoria was mean to him and he was mean to her. It was an endless cycle of hate, hate, and more hate. Astoria didn't bother to hide her obvious embarrassment when she had realized that Jarrett had very well seen more of her than she would like to admit. Not even her past relationships had seen that much of her, yet her rival had? How sad was that? Her small hands pulled the blanket he had given her, closer to her form. Hoping to completely cover herself from the world, and more particularly Jarrett. Her rival revealed that her clothes were folded in the bathroom. Nothing had happened last night. At least nothing that he was ashamed of. Astoria didn't know what that meant but she halfways glared anyways. So she hadn't slept with him thank goodness. The female Quidditch player ignored the fact that he claimed he would be ashamed to sleep with her. Hell she would have felt the same way, right? Jarrett brought Astoria her clothes and she stared at him evenly the entire time. So he had brought her here and she undressed herself? Astoria felt her cheeks become inflamed again. She felt so embarrassed by this. That he had seen everything because she was so hammered she didn't bother to think about him seeing her naked and such. Anyways, thanks. For all of that-Wow Jarrett you really know how to ruin a nice moment don't you. I bet that last night was more action than you've seen since...ever. Astoria was about to be kind and thank him but when he decided to comment on the lacy pair of underwear she had been wearing, she changed her mind and went back to insulting him. At least she tried to thank him. He did it to himself. Astoria felt little to no remorse about being mean to him. Some part of him had to know when he egged her on. Which his earlier comment certainly did. How could anyone deal with him for more than five minute's? Astoria certainly couldn't.

Thanks. Astoria finally let out after he told her to drink the smoothie to help with the hangover. But right now she was like a hundred times more focused on getting dressed. Not really caring if Jarrett saw her nude again she reached over and pulled her dress and such to her. The blanket was abandoned and it took less than a minute for her to have her dress and such back on. Then she sat herself back down on the couch and brought her hair into her hands. It felt so messy right now. But she would deal with it later, hopefully. That is if she found a place to stay until she could get enough money for her own place. Astoria took the cold glass within her hand and stared at it. Hopefully he poisoned it or something. Right now her life was such a mess she honestly didn't think it would matter to anyone if her life continued to fall apart or not. With a softened sigh, she took a small sip and then pulled it away from her lips. It tasted good and it cooled throat. Astoria didn't understand why Jarrett would be so willing to help her out though. Didn't he hate her? He had to have or else why would he say such mean things to her, or always be so willing to make her mad. Astoria listened to his story of what happened last night. She did remember going to the bar and starting to drink. A man came over and bought her more drinks. He told her how pretty she was, how she was probably an animal in bed. Then after that it was all fuzzy. Jarrett's story must have been what happened after she blanked out. I really need to stop drinking. Astoria said more to herself than she did anyone else. It was true that she partied to much. It must be disgusting to look at. If she felt disgusted with herself she could barely imagine what other people thought of her. Then Jarrett dropped the bomb by asking straight out, if she was homeless. Last night she must have told him something about being kicked out of her house by her parents or having nowhere to go. Astoria looked down at her drink instead of looking at Jarrett. Right about now it would be awesome if she had a hole she could crawl into. So now he knew she was a drunk, flimsy, oh and she didn't have a home anymore either. Sighing she knew she had better explain something to him. I found out that my fiance was cheating on me. Go figure, right? Well I broke things off with him. I told my parents that the wedding was off once again. But they got so mad this time. They uh....well they called me a lot of things. Useless being the one that ended up sticking with in the end. Then they told me to pack my things and get out. Because they didn't want to see me again. That I wasn't their daughter anymore, I was spoiled, selfish cow. Astoria shrugged. It was obvious by her tone that it hurt her, a lot. But she tried to shrug it off and pretend like she was strong. That she didn't care what they had to say. But I'm going to save up for my own place. Until then, I guess I'll just try to figure something out. People live on the streets all the time. How hard can it be? Astoria shrugged again. She would have money so it wasn't like she was completely a bum but she would be saving it for a nice place. But she didn't want to impose on people and it wasn't like she had any family. Maybe he she contacted Antoine he would come get her. He was often protective of her. Would he be willing to help her out though? Where was he at even. Astoria sighed and took another drink of her smoothie. God she hated her life right now. So freaking much.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Dec 6, 2011

Adjusting his sunglasses, Jarrett wondered if he would or should even bother helping her. Astoria would probably never appreciate anything, so why should he even bother? Jarrett did not know why, but someone being homeless was just something that got under his skin. Perhaps it was because he at one point had been very homeless before, where they were living absolutely no where. Their parents had left the children due to death. Jarrett hated them for it, even though it seemed like a selfish thing, Jarret himself had been selfish for a long time except with the vault that he had at Gringotts for his sisters in case something were to happen to him. Jarrett folded his arms across his chest, and debated on getting a beer and opening it just so the smell would make Astoria sick. He loved torturing her, because it was fun. But he was starting to think that this was getting serious. This thing she had going on with going through males like candy had got to stop somewhere. Jarrett tapped his fingers on his arms, and he just did not know what to do with her. He thought that he could make her get sick again, with the thought of something foul. Like ashtrays, but he was unsure if he would want to clean that up if it went onto the floor. He did not mind cleaning, but he had to cook and clean for his sisters. While they were growing up, he was the mother and the father to them. To him, their parents had abandoned their children to the wildness of the real world, something children should not have had to endure. Jarrett retorted, "I could always set it on fire. I think the only idiot in this house is the one that got plastered and almost became a wh*re in one night with five or six guys because they can't deal with their problems." Jarrett's tongue was cold and he always had to best someone in something. He was taking this serious because he did not like to be insulted when he was obviously trying to help out. "I was merciful and helped out. You don't call someone an 'idiot' when they are trying to help. God, no wonder you are such a b*tch." Jarrett's expression did not change in the least bit when he said these words. He hoped that they were cutting through her. This was his house, he should not have to deal with this at all. He did not even know why she had started all this hatred. Jarrett had temper issues, and often said things without thinking them through, but he believed that all this had to have started with her. Something to do with her, and then from there, it just escalated. From what he knew, Astoria did not have any friends, but the only friend that Jarrett really had other than his team members lived over in New Zealand and worked as a nurse. Jarrett was just thankful that his friend had a good job, but wondered if he had any female issues. All the worst ones were in New Zealand he believed. What was he going to do about Astoria though? She was homeless, and she had no where to go. He knew that she had a brother, but the brother was a scary son of a b*tch and a Death Eater fugitive running from the law. That guy was not going to be coming anywhere near his home unless there were Aurors around. Jarrett did not want to have Valera's life at risk. He would never let that man into his house. Though if Jarrett was overpowered, and Antoine forced his way in, that would be a different story. Jarrett could not really see Astoria blush because of the sunglasses. However if he had them off, he would have never let her live it down that she was blushing because he had saw her naked. She had a hot body, even he would admit that. Jarrett shrugged, "Huh, you know how to say thanks. You're welcome, I suppose. Trust me, I've seen better action than what you have. You are such a virgin." Jarrett brushed it off, and he did not really care what she said about him. He wasn't a virgin, but he did not sleep with every girl. Only two girls had that pleasure, perhaps three. Jarrett wondered if she was going to drink the smoothie to assist with her hangover. He doubted that she would because he had made it. Just something he doubted.

"Once again, you are welcome," Jarrett said with a shrug. He seemed like he was being more polite to her than previously, but that was because she had managed to really get on his nerves, which she seemed to have a shortcut to doing. Though things were slightly different now. He was looking calmer too, but who knew how long that would be. She looked like a mess right now and Jarrett wished that he had a camera. It was just hilarious. Jarrett should not really have to deal with helping his rival, but here he was anyway. Would he care? Perhaps in some way, even if he was wondering right now why he did, he did anyway. He cared, and he didn't know why. Jarrett hated it when he was like that. The Quidditch player looked around in his living room, and he saw that she was actually drinking the smoothie that he had made before he decided that getting up to make himself another glass would be best. He went to the blender, and there was just enough for another glass. He got a glass and poured himself the rest of the smoothie. Immediately he started to drink it, and the taste was just delicious. He went back to his seat, and he looked back toward Astoria. When Astoria said that she needed to stop drinking, Jarrett almost choked on his drink because he started to laugh. He coughed a few times before he shook his head and he managed to smirk even more, and he took another drink. Though not too bad, because it was not too cold, and it should not cause a brain freeze. She did need to stop getting so wasted or else he would have to follow her to every bar and save her ass every time. Jarrett did not think that Astoria could sink any lower because she did not have a home, she was an alcoholic - or someone always getting wasted, whatever best suited her, and she went through many guys. Jarrett knew better than to think that she was easy or else she would have been all over him. Her story made him frown a bit, her fiance had been cheating on her. Jarrett did not really like cheaters, but then again, who knew why he had done it because of Astoria. Jarrett would not have done that if he was going to get married at all. And it seemed her parents really exploded on that. Which he thought was really stupid but he held a grudge against parents anyway. They kicked her out over paying for another failed wedding, but he would have just let her stay with him but not pay for a freaking wedding. At least let the groom do it. Jarret hated that she was going to be living on the streets, and he knew just how hard it was. He shook his head and he said, "I hate parents, always have. Good for nothing except giving birth and leaving you when you need it most." This was directed at her parents and his own but she knew nothing about what his parents had done. That is, unless Taralynn ran her mouth. He continued, "Look, save up for your own place, yes but you can't live on the streets. It is rough. I have a free room here from when Taralynn moved out. There is no need for you to be on the streets while there is a place here. You can try to contact that brother of yours, but good luck at that." Jarrett shrugged before he took a sip of his smoothie. The only rules he had were like, no parties, no men (due to his sister), no touching his sunglasses and finally, no coming into his bedroom. He doubted that she was going to accept at first, but Jarrett had this...thing with homeless. He didn't want anyone to go through the hell he had been through. "Being homeless is hell, and you won't be able to change clothing, shower, nothing. You'd be fired from your job."

Astoria Vyhnal · Dec 9, 2011

Astoria didn't like having to be around Jarrett for as long as she had been today. It was like adding kerosene to the fire. The longer she and Jarrett were around one another, the more likely they were going to start fighting with one another. It was almost as if programmed at birth to fight with one another. Like it was their calling to ruin one anothers life whenever the opportunity struck. Ever since Astoria could remember, that was how it was. At one point she did remember liking him quite a bit, but that was way back when they dated though. Her friends all thought Jarrett was a bum and too vulgar. But for some reason Astoria found it alluring. Something happened though and her opinion changed on him completely. It was weird because Astoria couldnt even remember why either. It must not have been important though. It was probably just some small symbol, informing them that they werent meant to be around one another, and by some luck they listened to that symbol and now here they were. Only now they seemed to constantly end up around one another without even really trying to. Even now, of all the people in the world who could have helped her out, it was Jarrett who had found her. It was Jarrett who had brought her home, and it was Jarrett who had actually stayed to make sure she was okay this morning. How were they supposed to be rivals if this sort of thing happened as often as it did? Astorias mouth dropped at what he said. Now that stung. Immediately she hurled a pillow in his direction. F*ck you Jarrett! He didnt know a damned thing. He didnt know what she was going through; he didnt know what she had done so how was he to say such a thing when he didnt know what her problems were?! Astoria would never tell him though. And here it wasthe fighting she had been talking about. Jarrett had sparked the anger within her and whether she was suffering from a hangover or not, she was going to dig a heel right into that large noggin of his. Not literally, though. People should be used to this by now. Astoria knew she should be used to this by now. But often by the time they were finished fighting, each time she got more and more surprised they had fought. Half the time she didnt even realize they were fighting until one of them had walked off fuming or cursing. God Jarrett, you know Im like this! You know Im a b*tch, you know Im ungrateful, you knew I was going to be like this! So why did you even bother to help me? Astoria snarled back, her tone and voice rising just ever so slightly. Jarrett knew how she was like; he had seen her do this over and over and over again. She was going to be rude to him, just like he would likely be rude to her. Why did he bother to help her though? Hr could have left her there and just went on his merry way and not have to deal with her the next morning. Sure those guys might have tried taking advantage of her drunken-state, but it wouldnt be like they were the first guys to have ever tried such a thing. Astoria was used to it to the point where it no longer bothered her. If only Jarrett knew what shaky grounds her life was standing upon. If he knew, well things would likely be never seen the same between them ever again. Astoria glared when Jarrett mentioned him getting action and her being a virgin. The blanket that was huddled around her was almost starting to match her face with how red her face was getting. He was embarrassing her to the max right now. I say thank you all the time to people who deserve it. Well thats because I-you know whatyou dont even deserve to know. Astoria silenced herself. Jarrett didnt need to know that she wanted to save herself for marriage. That she wanted at least one thing about herself to be pure and not as scummy as she was.

Astoria didnt say anything, when he said youre welcome. She figured at least a few minutes of being civil to him was due. Even if she was mad she could give him that much. Astoria took another sip of her smoothie and tried to will away the nausea and headache she was feeling. It seemed that even with the help of the smoothie, her body was going to make her suffer for a little bit. Astoria probably deserved it anyways, which is what made it such so much more. When Jarrett almost started to choke on his drink because he had begun to laugh when she said she needed to stop drinking Astoria lifted her head and glared at him. *******. She muttered under her breath, hoping he could hear her. Drinking was something she did need to quit. But the reasoning behind it was what made her do it. The alcohol drowned out how hurt she was. How miserable she felt, the horrible things she remembered. It just blocked it all out, and for a brief minute she almost thought she was happy. Only when she was drunk did she feel that happy. Astoria turned her amber eyes onto him. Taralynn mentioned once that you pretty much raised her and Valera. She never said why but I can assume you mustve had it pretty rough then. Astoria almost sounded sympathetic. Well she was actually. He didnt have a long of things she did when he was younger, he had to take care of his sisters. Perhaps he had things pretty badly too. At least he looked content with his life now. Unlike Astoria who hated her own. Hmph, my parents are nothing compared to what the rest of the world has done to me. Im used to being treated like sh*t by everyone but my brother, its no big deal to me. Astoria confessed. The sad part was, she couldnt even be around her brother and he was the only one who treated her like she was a human who had a heart and feelings, the rest treated her like she was a heartless b*tch or sometimes even worse. Jarrett, thank you for the offer but, if you and I live under the same roof. We will kill one another.  Astoria thought he would've considered that. That their fighting would likely increase ten-fold because they wouldn't be able to escape one another when they were moody. What if he set up these rules that she couldn't agree with and they began to fight because she kept breaking them? What if he went through her stuff? Well she doubted he would do that but what if he decided he wanted to embarrass her by showing people her stuffed animals, or her underwear, or her baby pictures. The very thought sickened her. That and the possibility of Jarrett ever finding out her secrets scared her. The damage he could do with those secrets was far to high for her to be comfortable. Astoria started to stand up as she felt her stomach churn. She needed to splash some cool water on her face or something because she was started to feel tired again, and sick, and angry. Just some cool water would do. Astoria set the smoothie aside released the blanket. Astoria had been here once before thanks to Taralynn so she thought she knew where the bathroom was. It wasn't until Astoria stood up from the couch and smoothed out her dress that Jarrett told her something that made her pause. "That's for the concern but, My life is pretty much already hell." Astoria muttered before she wobbled and tried to decide whether it was worth it or not trying to walk around anywhere. Her fricken heels weren't even on and she was wobbly. Astoria would talk to her brother but she would find her own place to live. She didn't want to burden others. Jarrett probably had a million other things to do other than tend to her miserable self.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Jan 3, 2012

There was a good reason why Jarrett tended to drive away everyone he ever met that was not related to him. He was an angry person, buried deep within, was nothing but righteous anger, and he took it out on everything and everyone that was not related to him. Lucius had learned to overlook that and that was why the two of them were such good friends. Jarrett thought that this was the way people were, always looking down at their lives, but he simply sneered at them, because they did not know what a rough life was. He was envious that they had parents, they had someone to keep them fed and clean, but Jarrett had to do all that himself, had to learn to grow up at a young age, and he hated everyone for it. Jarrett never blamed himself for that, but he did not know that it was wrong to blame everyone else and practically hate the world for something that could not have been helped. However there was something within him that drove him to attempt to save people from the hell that he suffered through, to make sure that others did not turn into someone like him. Jarrett had a heart somewhere within his body, but he also had a huge wall up, one that was surrounded by anger and him acting like a complete ass. When she cursed him and threw a pillow at him, Jarrett reached out his hand and he stopped the thing before it hit him in the face. He did not care what happened to the pillow or anything, but he just did not want his sunglasses to be knocked off his face. That was one of the main things he did care about in this world. Jarrett was very observant, he knew there were only a few reasons why people drank enough to get plastered. Either they were too pathetic to drown out their problems, it was a dare, or the person was in the middle of a party. He had thought that it would have been a party until he found out her parents kicked her out of the house, and her ex whatever cheated on her. Then he naturally figured that she drowned herself in alcohol to rid herself of the pain. Jarrett ever so calmly stated, almost in a cocky tone, "Assuming how pissed off you just got, I was right. The reason why I am bothering to help you is because maybe one day, once you realize that there is someone that is willing to help, you would stop being that ungrateful b*tch before you have a lonely funeral." This was pretty much saying that he was doing this to try to give her a chance to not have everyone isolated from her because that was the path that she was taking at least in his eyes she was taking that path. Jarrett may have a tiny funeral but hell when he died, he wanted people to party and celebrate. He was gone from the world, that was something that he really wanted to be a celebration. Jarrett merely smirked when he noticed that she was turning as red as the blanket. Jarrett shrugged, "I don't think I want to know. But you should wear red more often, it looks good on you, even if it is the color of harlots." Jarrett shrugged, and he liked the color red, but he enjoyed black with it though.

Jarrett truly had a mixed way of showing people that he would help them out, but it was not in his nature to be extremely civil. He could say the rudest things to someone, and not even blink. He would not know how it would rile them up, but he just lacked the inner filter. Jarrett shrugged at what she called him, before he smiled almost innocently, "Me? An *******? No way." There was heavy sarcasm laced within his words, before he laughed and took another drink of his smoothie. He finished it off and the cup went back to the sink, begging to be washed. Jarrett knew that he was, and he was not about to change that fact either. He preferred things like that because no one can run over someone like him, use him and make him a doormat. Jarrett was anything but that, and he made sure that people knew about it too. With a smirk, he wondered if that red color was ever going to fade from her face. He doubted that it would be anytime soon, but when she said that Taralynn mentioned that he had to raise his two sisters, his eyes narrowed and his expression lost the smirk that he was carrying. Now he just looked like he was blank, but his eyes were swarming with anger of someone bringing up the past, whether it was intentional or not. Jarrett muttered, "I do not have it rough now, so that is that." It was obvious by the tone in his voice that he really did not want to talk about that subject, about how rough he had had it. It was done and gone now, so that was why he did not want to speak of it. Jarrett listened once more to what she said, and he wondered if she had stopped treating others like that, then maybe she wouldn't be treated like that in return. However he did not know what she was like around others, just around him. He assumed the way she treated him was the way she treated absolutely everyone. Since the two were always cursing each other in one way or another, he was thinking that she did the same to everyone else. He rolled his eyes when she said that they would kill one another because he knew for a fact that neither of them were killers. She did not bare the same look in her eyes as Antoine did. His eyes scared the living daylights out of Jarrett. Though the bad thing about Jarrett was that it was easy to irritate him. Sometimes it was too easy, and her refusing and practically throwing her life away was one of the things that made him aggravated. "If you want to end up dead within a month because of lack of common sense, be my guest. You have nowhere else to turn and when a door is opening to you, you refuse. Just take Taralynn's damn bedroom for a few weeks, so you can keep your job, and then you can have your own place. With traveling and stuff, it is not like I will be here all the time," Jarrett paused as he went to move toward the front door before he leaned against it, preventing it from being opened (though there is always apparition but he figured she was too messed up to apparate), "so you have no more excuses left. Trust me, you would be begging for death on day six of being homeless." He most certainly was, because that was when he was starving and his sisters were in boarding school. Even his tone revealed, he was speaking from experience. Something he meant to cover up but did not.

Astoria Vyhnal · Jan 7, 2012

Astoria paused when Jarrett explained his reasoning. It kind of shocked her to hear him say what he did because as far as she was aware, she was the last person Jarrett would ever want to help. In fact she had expected at least a hundred other scenarios in her head on why he had done what he did. The reason he gave her didn't even come close to being on the list either. Astoria's bitter glare was replace with one of confusion. This was different. "When did you starting caring enough to help me?" Astoria asked with hidden amusement. Normally Jarrett was more than happy to let her fall on her ass. What made now so different from all the other times Astoria was into some trouble? Obviously it must be something going on with Jarrett because it didn't feel any different to Astoria. For a moment she actually begun to wonder what was going on in Jarrett's head right now. Normally she could care less what he thought about her. Astoria could only guess that he thought the same thing that everyone else did. That she was a trashy b*tch who only got what was coming to her. It was sometimes funny how little they all knew about her but continued to act like they did. None of them knew about Theodore, or Alphonse, or how much she tried to protect her brother. If they did they might understand that she had a hard time keeping herself happy because she constantly had to keep doing horrible things on their account. For her brother she would do anything. Willing at least. But when it came to Theodore's word, she had to or she would be in trouble. Like all of the horrible things they wanted to do to Alyssa. Astoria didn't want to be apart of that. But if Theodore made a request, it was her and Antoine's duty to do what he said or suffer the consequences. Alphonse was the same way but much crueler about it. Astoria had a hard time with men too. Most people probably thought that it was her fault that all of her engagements were broken off. Astoria hardly thought that them cheating because she wouldn't put out as her fault. It was their expectation that with the way she looked, she would be easy to hook up with. Astoria returned her glare and brushed some of her thin hair out of her face. If she could find her damned hair tie she would put it back so it didn't keep getting into her face. It probably needed to be brushed as well. "You don't know anything about me Jarrett. So stop pretending like you do." Astoria replies as she ran her fingers over her exposed knee's. She was beginning to wish she had worn a longer dress. This one was uncomfortably short but she really liked the design on it and had been planning on wearing it to impress her fiance. Things took a turn for the worse though because none of it obviously mattered in the end. Not that Jarrett needed to know the full story of what had gone on when she was trying to drink her feelings out. The sad part was, normally his sister Taralynn was the helping her out when she got drunk or was having a rough time. Taralynn was one of her closest friends. But Astoria didn't think Jarrett knew how close they were. Would he get mad if he knew? Astoria had taken care of Taralynn once when she was upset about her weight and the way critics treated her, and Taralynn helped Astoria out the best that she could with the messed up life she had. Jarrett continued to tease her about the redness on her face. He knew she was getting shy and embarrassed but he kept on poking the bear about it. She could have almost sworn he was going to compliment her until he threw in the part about harlots. Could he just once let her have that nice feeling of being complimented without ruining it for her? It seems not so. "Cut it out. I wouldn't be this color if you hadn't starting talking about...things." Astoria didn't want to mention what it was that had gotten her started. But him talking about her underwear, it just got her embarrassed because she wasn't used to someone ever stating such things. Astoria was indeed sort of a prude. This kind of stuff made her uncomfortable. Especially since she was in a relationship with Jarrett, not anymore at least.

Astoria ignored the sarcasm in his face. At least he knew he was an *******. He didn't need to be told or reminded by anyone on what and who he was. Astoria took it as her job to remind him as often as she could because he seemed to like being mean to her. It seemed that Jarrett didn't like her bringing up the past. Astoria looked down at the floor. Despite her dislike for Jarrett, she did know how painful it was to sometimes bring up the past. "I'm sorry." It was hard to tell which one she was apologizing for. Bringing up the past or because of what had happened to him. Most likely both. Whatever happened to him, it probably wasn't fair to him. Taralynn did make it seem like whatever it was, really affected Jarrett though. But what did she know? According to everyone Astoria was the spoiled princess who always got what she wanted. That part was true. But it came with a terribly price. One that sometimes made Astoria think that she would rather be poor than live with. Astoria was getting very annoyed that Jarrett would not drop the subject and let her do what she wanted to do. If she wanted to live homeless on the streets than she should be allowed to! It bothered Astoria that Jarrett was acting like he cared, that he was trying to control her almost. Astoria was about to deny his offer again saying that she would be fine, but Jarrett made the situation ten times more complicated when he moved in front of the door and leaned against it. Ultimately preventing it from being opened. Astoria's mouth fell open as she stared at him. What in the world was his problem? Did he really think he could keep her there? "Jarrett! Move!" Astoria managed to get out despite her shock and growing annoyance with the man in front of her. He was making her so angry with the way he was being. Astoria knew he really didn't want her here. Why did he insist on having her stay so much? Finally Astoria decided to try and intervene. Taking her body she tried to move Jarrett away from the door. He wasn't as big as her brother was so she might have a better chance at moving him than she did with Antoine. Even if she wasn't bulky, she was fairly toned. She tried to reach behind his and make a grab for the doorknob.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Jan 27, 2012

Jarrett was definitely not expecting the question that Astoria threw at him. It was one of those that he had to stop doing what he was doing, and just think about it. Truth be told he did not know why he was helping her, but alas, he was. And there was not much he could do to stop it. He shrugged, before he remotely looked at the ground, still trying to figure out why in the world did he care to help her. Perhaps he was learning on how to be a proper man, but then again he doubted that one too. So, he replied with the simple statement of, "Like I would tell you. You wouldn't care." Though he wondered if she would. Basically, she hated him, and he disliked her bad attitude toward him which he assumed, she was like this to everyone. The only thing he did not want to answer was more questions on the matter. He did not think he would be able to handle it. He just did not have an answer, and she would be better off thinking that he did, when he actually did not. It was the ultimate deceit, but he would live with it. He was not losing anything from it either. He looked up at Astoria before he shrugged. He said with a sarcastic tone, "Like being a rival for what feels like years, with us talking and or arguing labels me as a stranger. I know more than you think I do. God, someone sounds like a teenager claiming to be misunderstood." He leaned forward before he smirked even more about the whole blushing thing, and he continued with his taunting, "Does no one understand the poor, blushing, adorable wittle chaser?" Jarrett figured that he was going to get hit eventually, but he didn't care either. He was one of those that did what he want, when he wanted, and all for a good reason. Things happened for a reason, so there had to be one here, and now. Something that had to be done, and Jarrett was going to fix it. He just could not help it when someone needed some assistance with having a home, he reached out his hand. He never expected anything in return, but he did expect his rules to be followed. That was all that he wanted from someone that was not family living here.

Those two words about her bringing up his past made him look at her in bewilderment. Those words had to be recorded or something for the future, because Jarrett had never heard them from her mouth and have it sound sincere. It was hard to tell what she was apologizing for as well, which was a little frustrating. However he did not comment on it, simply because he did not know what to say in this sort of event, and he did not want to go into details to see what she was sorry for. So instead, he stood his ground to make sure that Astoria would not end up homeless. It was simply the least he could do. Even when she commanded him to move, Jarrett did not budge an inch. Instead, he remained there, standing with his back against the wooden door. He just did not want to move, and there was no way this little princess was going to move him. And that was where he underestimated her strength. Jarrett was not so much a muscular man, he was just plan average. With her attempting to move his body, it was somewhat working. She was a lot stronger than he had thought! She made a grab for the knob, and he placed his hands upon her shoulders, and with one of his feet, attempted to kick the back of her knee to make her fall. If only he realized what circumstances would come of this. The Beater had no idea what was going to happen after he did that, but Astoria managed to take him down with her, plummeting to the ground, struggling to overpower the other. Jarrett had some upper body strength, but even he was not sure if he was able to contain her. There was another thing he did not count on either, how provocative this was looking right about now. Jarrett finally said, which did not make the situation better, "Hold still, dammit!"

Astoria Vyhnal · Feb 7, 2012

Astoria really wanted to pick her heel up and toss it at him. If she was lucky it would hit him in the head or something, because he was really making her angry. Astoria crossed her thin arms over her chest and narrowed her amber gold eyes at him. "Try me, Jarrett." Astoria replied in a mellow tone. She was curious to see what excuse he came up with for helping her when he supposedly hated her guts. It would be amusing to hear what he had to say when she knew it as probably because he wanted to make Taralynn and Valera happy. They both really liked her so they probably wanted to try and get her to come over more often. Well Astoria wasn't sure if Valera liked her as much as Taralynn did, but she seemed to like her so Astora just guessed that she did. That was another reason why she wanted to get out of there so quickly. If the two girls saw her there they would probably think there was something going on between Jarrett and her. Taralynn knew that she once liked Jarrett and has never let her live it down either. It was a huge pain in the ass sometimes. Taralynn seemed to get it into her head that Jarrett would be the perfect man for Astoria. That the two of them would make cute babies together or something like that. No matter how much Taralynn insisted they were perfect for one another, Astoria just couldn't see it. At one point she could. But with the animosity between them it would never work. "Just because you've known me for years, doesn't mean you know me. Just like I don't know you. I don't think I'm misunderstood, I'm just sick and tired of people thinking they know all this stuff about me. You and the world know sh*t. So knock it off." Astoria replied softly. She was getting upset. Not mad or furious like she was before, just upset. No she was not misunderstood like Jarrett said she was not less than a few moments ago. But she was just sick and tired of everyone acting like they knew her when they didn't. They judged her by what they thought they knew about her. Ninety percent of the time it was beyond wrong. Jarrett was wrong too. He thought he knew what he was talking about but he didn't. Unless he knew about Theodore and her brother, or why she was dumped over and over again. Jarrett didn't know this stuff? He didn't know her favorite food, or that she was ticklish. That Astoria once cried for two days when her pet mouse died, which only happened three years ago so she was still an adult. Astoria didn't know him either. She didn't pretend to either. Jarrett is a mystery to her and she accepted that. What made him think it was okay to act like he knew her. Hell his sisters knew more about her than he did. "I hope you get eaten by a dragon or something." Astoria replied narrowly as uncrossed her arms and readied herself to get the hell out of this place. It was not good for her here because all Jarrett was going to do was make her upset. She would take the streets over this place any day if he was going to treat her like that all the time. No matter how nice his offer was, Astoria wasn't in the mood to deal with the nastiness that came behind it. It wasn't her decision to have him say that she could stay with him.

Astoria was so close to getting Jarrett out of the way so she could leave. He wasn't as strong as she thought he would be. But when he pulled her down with him into a massive struggle on the floor, Astoria knew she needed to just kick his ass and get this over with. Pinning him down, Astoria held a fist up in the air as if she was about to him. She also considered taking off his sunglasses and throwing them across the room because he loved those damn glasses so much. Or she could mess up his hair which she knew he would also hate. Lastly, she could just hit him. All sounded like a good idea. But then a throat cleared and caught her attention. Astoria turned her head in the direction of the noise and lowered her fist slowly so it was resting at her side but she still had Jarrett pinned. "When did you two get here?" Astoria hadn't even heard them come into the house. But now they were giving her this look, and boy did it make her feel uncomfortable. Then she realized the position she and Jarrett were in and flushed. Why her? Now they were going to think that something was going on between the the two of them when it wasn't. Man this was just bloody-effing-tastic wasn't it?

Taralynn Zhefarovich · Feb 7, 2012

Taralynn let out a snort mixed with a laugh when she witnessed the scene before her. She knew Astoria and her brother had chemistry but she never thought that they would act on it so quickly. Okay they were probably just fighting with one another like usual, but Taralynn swore she could see the sparks flaring between them. "So either we just walked in on a special moment between these two, or Jarrett was about to get his butt kicked by a girl." Taralynn said to her sister as she smirked and rested her hands on her hips. There was no need to even explain when they had gotten here. Astoria knew that had seen enough. Taralynn knew the brunette very well as they were pretty good friends. She knew her best friend once really liked Jarrett. Astoria once even tried to get out of Taralynn what Jarrett might like for his birthday because she wanted to get him something. But as usual Jarrett had to push the girl away. Things hadn't been the same since. Now it often appeared that Astoria could barely stand to be around him, same as her. They fought like an old married couple who forgot their love for one another. Taralynn hoped that soon they would work out their problems and make cute little babies together. But it wasn't working very well to her dismay. "When you are you two just going to give in and make cute babies together? Anyways, Storia, would you mind not beating on my brother? Or torturing him?" Taralynn asked using her friend's nickname she often used, as she cocked her head to the sided with a laugh. Astoria snorted and removed herself from Jarrett and Taralynn watched as she stepped away from the door and closer to where she was. Taralynn had the sudden urge to hug her friend. She had just heard what happened and now she knew she needed to be there for her buddy.

"You seriously need a hug. I told you that guy was a foul git. You should've just listened to me in the first place." Taralynn wrapped her arm around Astoria's shoulder as she brought her intoa tight hug. The hug only lasted a few minute's before tried to lead her into the kitchen. Taralynn hoped her brother wouldn't mind her raiding the kitchen. But she needed to make sure her friend was okay. Some hot tea or hot chocolate would really lift her mood. Plus Taralynn really needed to talk to her. Motioning for Valera and Jarrett to follow she walked into the kitchen.

Valera Vyhnal · Mar 2, 2012

Valera raised her eyebrow at what she was witnessing on the floor of her living room. Her brown hair was straightened, and her purple eyes narrowed. All she could see was that Jarrett was on the bottom, and her friend Astoria was on top. Arms folded across her chest, covering up the words that her long-sleeved shirt expressed. She cleared her throat, and it took their attention as did Taralynn's snort and laugh mix. She looked over toward her sister, before she shrugged lightly. She did not know if there was something going on there or not, but it was enough to make her smirk. "I think it is the latter. He can never get with a girl." Valera then proceeded to place her hands on her hips. If it was one thing she knew, it was the fact that her brother and Astoria would make this wonderful couple, but Jarrett knew nothing about handling girls, and then Astoria had issues with that. In her rightful opinion, both were being idiots. She never knew why Jarrett was the way he was, as she couldn't remember the sacrifices that he had endured, and only got them things that they wanted, and never anything for himself. All Valera knew was that both of them seemed to be having more complex issues, and they would have to fight to get through to them. Valera had asked and asked Jarrett what the issue was between them, and he never knew. They were always fighting, always. And the little sister never knew why. "They would have babies if they would stop fighting. Fat chances of that."

Valera curled her fingers around with her hair. The younger sister may like Astoria, but Taralynn and Astoria shared a stronger bond than she did with the woman. She bent down and helped Jarrett back on his feet, before she wondered what was going on, really. Valera looked over at Astoria before she stated, "Man, should have kicked him in sensitive area that was seen by many other girls. Just saying." Her American accent was flowing as she had been in Salem for a long time. Valera looked over to her brother before she realized that there was no chance of getting anything out of him. Valera was realistic, and she had the same mean streak that Jarrett had, but like him, she needed to be provoked. Otherwise, she was nicer than he was, smiled more. Valera took her brother by the wrist and dragged him into the kitchen where she saw the remainders of a smoothie that Jarrett made to cure hang overs. Valera let out a sigh and she inquired, "So, which one got wasted?"

Jarrett Vyhnal · Mar 2, 2012

Jarrett was getting even more angry. And more angry he got, the more likely he was to explode on someone, but then again, he always told the first thing on his mind. Even though she had dared him to try her, he rose his voice and spoke the first thing that came to his mind, "Because I am trying to save your ass from going through the hell that I went through!" However Jarrett managed to shut up before he went on to say that no one cared for him when his parents died, on how he had to help his sisters out, no one bothered to care to assist him at all. He went through life without having anything, and it ruined him. It mentally scarred him. He wouldn't wish that pain on anyone. Jarrett didn't want to see that happen to someone that used to have it made, in his honest opinion. He didn't know her home life, no. But it would completely ruin her. Jarrett didn't want to see that happen to someone that had it right now. Had a job, a life for the most part, and people that cared for her. Well, his sisters, but he didn't know anyone else. He narrowed his eyes behind those sunglasses before he started to wonder what her real deal was. Jarrett waved his hand before he stated, "I never said that you were misunderstood. Just that you sound it. Perhaps we only know sh*t is because you never ****ing opened up to anyone! So we have to go on what you show us!" Jarrett shrugged before he looked down at the floor through his sunglasses. All he knew was the fact that she was always mean, well to him. So whatever people were saying about her, it wouldn't kill to be nice and prove them wrong. He never bothered to see her with anyone except him and his sister, though she seemed nicer with his sister, but they were very close. To him, it was not exactly right to get so pissed off at the world when one seemed to be as b*tchy to the world. That was like getting mad and someone clapping for them out of being proud, it made no sense to him. He was going by what he saw, and he didn't see much. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more it gave him a royal headache. He knew that she was always dumped, but he never knew why. He asked, but there was no clear answer except for this time. She was cheated on.

One thing that Jarrett was not expecting was being issued a damn death threat. For someone that was trying to help her out with being given a house, and not being pushed around, he was getting that now? 'She must hate me more than I thought. What in the hell did I do?' questioned Jarrett in the back of his mind. Jarrett looked at her before he seriously wondered what her issue was. What did he ever do to her that made her this pissed off at him. He saved her from a bunch of jerks, offer her a place to live and this is what he gets? Well, she showed some gratitude, but one can only mix salt and sugar for so long. Jarrett was not expecting that she would somehow get on top of him, and when she rose her fist up, Jarrett held his hands up over his head as if to surrender, because even if he was mad, and confused, he just didn't want to end up hitting a girl. But then his sisters arrived and he looked over at them, before he rolled his eyes. She got off of him, thankfully, and when Valera pulled him onto his feet, he said in a hateful tone, "Why would I bother having babies with someone that hates my guts enough to issue a death threat? Merlin's beard, I don't even do that sh*t." He straightened his sunglasses before he leaned up against the front door. Jarrett rubbed his shoulder as it was somehow sore, and he was thankful that he didn't have a game tomorrow, just practice. Practice was not that bad. As long as he didn't have a game. But he wanted to go back to the living room to go sit down. All this drama was not for him. He had enough growing up, he didn't need it now. Valera dragged him into the kitchen, but he didn't fight it either. He couldn't hurt any of his sisters, no matter what they did to him. Growing up, they were all that he had, and was thankful that they didn't remember any or much of what happened in their lives. Jarrett went over to the fridge and he got out a soda before he opened it with a hiss, and took a healthy gulp of it. It was definitely what was needed right now. He started to wonder why his sisters were here to begin with. The moment Valera asked who got wasted, he nodded toward Astoria.

Astoria Vyhnal · Mar 10, 2012

Astoria paused, that wasn't something she was expecting for him to say. He was trying to save her from going through the hell that he had? He didn't exactly explain what he had gone through, only that it was hell. "Jarrett...." Astoria wanted to ask what he had been through. But she figured that he wouldn't tell her. Why would he? He hated her guts so why would he care to share his personal life with her? Why did he want to save her from it though? That made no sense. If he thought such horrible things of her, why not just let her be and ruin her life. Surely some part of him would feel better at seeing her suffer over her own stupid mistakes. Astoria didn't understand what was up with Jarrett. It was likely that she never would either. He behaved strangely sometimes. He was always angry and cruel, but he managed to do things like this. "Well it's not like I haven't tried to open up Jarrett....but when I do it always ends with me.....ugh nevermind!" Astoria has tried to explain to people. Every guy she has been seriously involved with, she has told things to. But they normally didn't care that much. Or they broke her heart in the end. So if no one cared or they were already planning to break her heart and regret making her say anything, Astoria figured why say anything to anyone. They didn't deserve to know if all they were going to do was make her feel like no one really cared. The fighting between her and Jarrett seemed to come to a cease fire once Valera and Taralynn came into the room. Astoria was not about to pummel on their brother, even if she really wanted to. He had no right to keep her here when she had told him no. Trying to help or not, he was not the boss of her. Holding her hands up to show that she surrendered, she removed herself from Jarrett and left him lying on the floor. The fact that Taralynn had to come in and talk about them having children together made the situation even worse. Her, have children....with him? That had to be the worlds biggest joke ever. She and Jarrett could barely look one another in the eye without fighting. Them would be horrible parents. Astoria rolled her amber eyes and straightened her dress out. Right now she really wished she had some comfortable clothing to put on. This dress was too short and too tight for her to be comfortable with right now. "I don't hate you Jarrett, and it wasn't a death threat. Stop being such a girl." Astoria muttered as she leaned against the counter and watched Jarrett take a soda and take a drink from it. Valera also came in with them and asked who got wasted. Astoria wonder what tipped her off, but there was no point in hiding it. They all knew she had a bit of a drinking problem. Even if only one of them knew why she turned to alcohol so often. Turning with a sigh, Astoria lazily raised her hand.

"That would be me, as usual." Astoria commented as she leaned her head against the cool counter. After a moment she realized that Taralynn had spoken to her about Kristopher Paliccini, her fiance. Lifting her head Astoria rolled her eyes. By this point she had forgotten that Jarrett and Valera were in the room. "I came home to find him in bed with one of my bridesmaids. He told me, that a woman who didn't put out and make him feel like a man was hardly a woman at all. I don't see how it was that hard to wait until we were married....he's just...ugh." Astoria pulled the engagement ring from her pocket and tossed it on the floor. The clanked softly and brought her attention to the fact that she was now a single woman again. Her dream of having her own little family was never going to come true was it? Astoria lifted her eyes and met them with Taralynn's. She still momentarily forgot that both Jarrett and Valera could be listening in, but she just wanted to vent. She wanted someone to listen for once.

Jarrett Vyhnal · Mar 29, 2012

The beater narrowed his eyes through his sunglasses before he rolled his eyes. Who was she kidding. Jarrett pointed out, "It is because you tend to go after the *******s. Plain and simple." To him, it was like she wanted to ruin her life, like she was doing it to herself on purpose. She always chose the wrong things, and it was getting ridiculous. Jarrett had been amused for a while, but now it was different. All of her wrong decisions managed to get her homeless. He wondered why he was bothering with trying to help her. There was something within that made him want to help, but with the way she constantly treated him, he was debating on pulling out on his offer. It was not fair to him. He opened his house to him, and she wasn't even wanting help. At all. There wasn't much that he could do about it. If she wanted to be homeless, then he couldn't really stop her. With his sisters here, it also made Astoria somewhat change her personality, to go from complete b*tch to somewhat civil. This was what he thought to be an act. Or maybe she just did it to him. Jarrett wondered what in the hell did he do in order to get treatment like this. Jarrett continued to drink his soda, and he looked down at the floor through the sunglasses with his purple eyes. He looked over at Valera before he placed a hand upon her shoulder. She managed to have the same color eyes as he had, the inherited gene that ran through the family of inbreds. His side were the cleanest side, but Jarrett didn't really share that with anyone. Perhaps he remembered more about his family than either of the girls did. That might have been because he was older hen they had died, or abandoned them in his mind. Jarrett messed with Valera's hair before he smirked a little bit, and helped her straighten it out. As a big brother, he did everything for his sisters, and that part of him wanted to help anyone in need. It was something that he had always been, and sometimes he did not ever want to be, such as now.

Jarrett finished off the soda, and held the can in his hand, before he looked over at Astoria as she rolled her eyes and straightened her dress out. His temper was still rearing, and what she managed to say tipped him over the edge. His hand crushed the soda can, making sounds of the aluminum cracking and moving underneath his skin. Jarrett said, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Yes, because everyone who loves another says 'I hope you get eaten by a dragon' because it is the latest thrill ride, unless you have heart conditions, only then would it be considered dangerous. I say that you seem misunderstood, and you blow the hell up. I think I have a right, same as you, to defend what one is said to me. I save your ass from getting taken advantage of, and you call me an idiot afterward. Sure sounds like 'appreciation' and 'friendly' to me. Get bent, Snow. So excuse me for thinking that you hate me." Jarrett felt a pinch from Valera before she told him to calm down. Shaking his head, he tossed the can into the trash, before he let out a sigh. Although he had heard what she said, and how the man managed to cheat on her with one of her bridemaids. Which validated his point from earlier. Jarrett looked toward Valera and could see her looking at him before she turned and went to her room after muttering something. He turned to the fridge and this time he got out a beer. He ended his rant with, "Doesn't change my mind about you staying here if you want. If you want to have a life of a living hell, more so than what you apparently have now, be my guest. Can't stop you. Just no parties, and stay out of my room." He opened the bottle up and he took a long drink. He turned and he started to head out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom. This was too much drama for him to handle. He'll let his little sister handle her. With the headache coming on from all of this, he was starting to feel like the one that got wasted the night before.

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