Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on May 24, 2013 3:00:31 GMT
The cool wind licked at his cheeks as he made his way down the crowded streets of Times Square. He preferred the view from above, specifically from a penthouse suite with a choice biddy tangled up in the sheets passed out from a passionate night of love making. Among the crowd though it made him feel common, which, anyone that laid eyes on the man would have easily been able to see, he most certainly was not. A legend in his own mind it had never helped that the people that surrounded him tended to feed that delusion in hopes of gaining something from him. His father was powerful in the music industry and be it people looking to make it big or those leeching off the lime light, he was always surrounded by people singing his praise.
Did he know that they were ingenuine and utterly two-faced? That behind his back they cracked jokes at his expense over how much of a tool he was? Deep down there was the possibility of it but the full frontal that he flashed people with was one hundred percent oblivious confidence. Despite being raised in Upper Manhattan he took on a dialect that was far more hood than anything he should have been used to. It was that edge, the knowledge of the urbanite that allowed him to connect with what this generation wanted from there music. Coming across as that spoiled playboy wasn't necessarily a ruse, but Johnny was good at his job. He discovered people that dropped platinum hits and was a valuable asset to the company aside from being the boss's son.
Johnny loved it though. Girls were all over him because he held that air of importance about him- gold diggers could smell the money wafting off of him in powerful waves- his swagger was off the chain. If not for the music, everyone who had ever met him knew what he his greatest ambition was...to have all the popping poontang that he possibly could. It was a dream realized and tonight, that was precisely what he was heading out to get himself into. Cielo was one of the hottest clubs and Johnny always had a good time there. Making some turns he finally managed to hail a cab to take him down to the Meatpacking district. The place was packed by the time he rolled up. Paying for his cab fair Johnny headed to the front of the line giving the familiar bouncer a nod as he was let right in. The connections that Johnny had gave him VIP access most everywhere that he went as far as clubs and hotels went. Knowing the name Tucci was knowing music in this town.
He thought about heading into the sunken dance floor but passed moving through the gyrating bodies to one of the banquettes, his black Italian leather dress shoes stepping on the stylish beige suede floor. The walls were lined with mirrors and lowly lit bulbs. One of his clients was having a party and bodies lined the room, bass pumping out the latest single the artist had been working on. Johnny went over to the rapper shaking his hand and going through the pleasantries of how dope his beats were and ill his rhymes before separating to grab a glass of Ciroc and a lady or two to keep him in good company.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on May 24, 2013 17:27:20 GMT
Sophia flung open the door of her apartment, running in her three inch pumps to her bedroom and her spacious walk-in closet. She was running late. Incredibly late. She’d been in a work meeting when she looked down at her watch and discovered the time. Luckily, she was able to sneak out of the meeting and make it home so she could change into something more suitable before heading over to the party. She wasn’t particularly thrilled about going to said party. Sophia was always down for a good time and a great party, but she was only going because one of her writers did a piece on the particular rapper in question for the upcoming edition of Cosmo. As one of the editors, she had offered to attend with the writer, knowing that Cielo was one of the best clubs. There was no way she would pass up an opportunity to attend the club – not that she couldn’t go whenever she pleased. It was just this was a free chance that allowed her an opportunity to prove to those even further above her that she was committed to this job.
Reaching her closet, she kicked off her pumps, slid out of her dress pants, and flung her blouse up over her head. The party had begun a half hour ago, and because she was appearing for Cosmo, she wasn’t supposed to be incredibly late. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” Swearing under her breath as she tossed her clothes onto her bed, she stood in front of her racks of clothing in her underwear, not entirely sure what kind of look she was going for. She wanted to have a good time, but she had to remember she was there representing Cosmopolitan, not just herself. Leaving with some perfectly sculpted man was probably not part of the protocol. Professional, that’s what she was going for. Choosing a simple black dress, she slid it onto her body, stepping in front of her full-length mirror to examine herself. It was incredibly tight fitting, practically conforming to the curves of her body. Low-cut in the front and back, there wasn’t much to the dress, but it was elegant and simple.
Jogging to the bathroom, Sophia quickly re-amped some of her long, wavy curls. Fixing her eyeliner and lipstick quickly, she hurriedly went back to her closet and chose an incredibly high pair of black heels. Sliding into them, she looked once more in the mirror and grabbed her clutch. Locking the door behind her, she checked her phone. Two missed calls, four e-mails, and five text messages. Ignoring them all, she threw the phone into her clutch and hailed a cab.
Gingerly getting out of the cab at Cielo, she noted that she was only fifty-six minutes late. Not an hour, which was good on her part. Getting to the door, gave her name and was easily escorted inside the very private club. She couldn’t help but notice the way most men watched her as she entered the club and made her way towards where she saw her writer. Together they should probably approach the rapper and speak with him. However, she needed drink, desperately. Heading directly towards the bar, she ordered herself a vodka tonic. Drink in hand, she made her way towards a sitting area where she had told her colleague to meet her. Sipping out of the straw, she smiled at a passing guy. Perhaps she could have some fun tonight – as long as she kept it secretive. Smiling to herself, she continued to sip on her drink, wondering where the hell her fellow employee was.
ooc: hope you didn't mind me joining you! xD
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on May 24, 2013 21:42:19 GMT
It always felt like a hunt. The way that he scanned the room for his targets waiting for the opportune moment to pull that proverbial trigger and take down the prime beast of the hour. Johnny tended to look at women as trophies to mount on his wall. It could have been that he was taking after his father who had four wives in Johnny’s lifetime, the most recent of which was a former model only two years older than him. Was it wrong to sleep with your step mom, a betrayal to his father? Probably but he had a suspicion that his dad was aware of the situation and Christine was really nothing more than convenient arm candy to the distinguished label owner. Once she became boring or at a whim, Vinny would divorce the woman and find someone new, someone better looking and younger even. It was a vicious cycle and though prenuptials were in order, Vinny always gave his ex-wives a nice nest egg to part with to avoid any lengthy legal battles.
Women were rife at the party. Each one wrapped up in pretty, scandalous outfits looking sexier and skankier than the next. The view alone was enough to give any man pure appreciation of the opposite sex and stir some raunchy thoughts in their minds. With the people that he met and the places that he went it was really any wonder that Johnny didn’t have much respect for women. They dressed like whores and were willing to do just about anything to get some kind of gain. Even if most weren’t outright selling themselves on the streets many could still be likened to prostitutes. They sold their dignity for some male attention. Rather than shaking his head in disgust over the harsh truth of it all, Johnny was highly opportunistic and seized the circumstances surrounding him.
Lo and behold, what did his wandering eyes did appear but an all too familiar face from his past sauntering her tight little ass on into his company’s party for his rapper, but one sultry Sophia Charles. It had been years, ten in fact, since Johnny had found himself conscious to the fact that they were in the same room together at the same time. It was likely that their paths had crossed before but this was a big city and too many people to keep track of just one by chance. He vividly remembered how she’s shrugged his advances off back in high school but he wasn’t a sixteen year old boy anymore and she certainly wasn’t voted most popular amongst this particular class. What was she doing there? Just some groupie biding for attention? It really wouldn’t have surprised him and his smugness sincerely hoped it was the case.
Johnny knew better than to think that she had turned into the kind of woman that came to you first. No, it was all about those subtle hints; flirting with that look in her eyes, an alluring smile to draw men in. As she flashed a grin to him before wrapping her lips around the straw of her drink- he had other ideas about what her lips could be wrapping around instead. A smirk formed on his face at the thought of it before making his way over to where she’d decided to settle for the moment. Johnny took in her appearance, especially liking the way her dress dipped down so low on her chest. ”Enjoying yourself?” He didn’t bother with introductions or revealing the fact that he knew her already and if the subject of high school were to be brought up, Johnny was happy to play dumb and vague.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on May 25, 2013 14:02:42 GMT
If there was one thing she really, truly hated it was when people assumed she was just living off of her parent's money. Although Sophia had a very privileged upbringing, she was entirely independent now. Yes, her parents had placed her into the best private schools throughout her educational career, but that didn't mean she hadn't been able to obtain her job by herself and work her way up the company. She was far from being the chief editor or in charge of the entire company, but for twenty-eight, she was pretty well off. She found that she was naturally a leader, stubborn and bossy. She wanted all things to be done her way, and if they weren't, she could be quite the nightmare. She knew she had always been this way, but now that she had a leadership role in her career, these traits were much more evident. She knew that most people underestimated her talent in terms of her career. Her job was one of the things that she was exceptionally good at, and she had been the one to land herself said job and work her way up the company. That was one thing she had done without the help of her parents. And now she was able to purchase her own designer clothes, shoes, and handbags. She could afford going to expensive clubs such as Cielo. She was able to pay her own bills. It wasn't her parents. It was her.
Glancing at her cell-phone again, she saw a text message from the girl she was supposed to meet. A family emergency had come up and she had to take her daughter to the hospital. Scoffing, she placed her cell back into her clutch. That was a textbook reason why Sophia was not rushing into some kind of marriage anytime soon. Marriage produced children, which virtually ruined any chances of future success in your career. First you were spending all of your time with your significant other and cancelling out on amazing events such as this. Next, you were pregnant and couldn't do anything fun. Then, you were stuck with a kid for eighteen years, paying thousands of dollars on diapers and babysitting every night. It did not sound like Sophia's idea of a good time. She wasn't sure if she ever even wanted children, even if she did end up married. Her career was way too important to her. It was practically everything. She didn't even have time to get a dog or a cat because she was rarely home to nurture and care for it. She had a goldfish one time. Unfortunately it had died after two weeks. Sophia hadn't had time to feed it.
Looking up, she found herself making steady eye contact with someone that looked oddly familiar to her. She couldn't seem to place the face with a name, but she knew that she knew him from somewhere. However, she couldn't remember where. Had she slept with him at a previous party here? The way he was looking at her suggested that may be the ticket. Well, it was all in good fun. He moved closer to her and she smiled at bit seductively. She knew the game, and she knew exactly how to play. She wasn't looking for a man to sweep her off her feet and carry her off into the sunset tonight. Tonight was all about the fun of it. Sipping more of her drink out of the straw, he finally approached her and asked if she was enjoying herself.
Once again, his voice registered in her mind. Who the hell was this guy? Racking her brain, she smiled at him, drink held firmly in her left hand. "I am, thank you." She paused, lips curled into a flirtatious smirk. "I take it you are as well." She nodded a bit. From his demeanor and the way he had been looking at her in her skin-tight attire, she could only assume he had been enjoying his view at the club. It was truly bothering her that she couldn't place his face though. Always a direct woman, Sophia didn't bother hesitating to ask. "I'm sorry, but I think I know you from somewhere. You look awfully familiar." She stated, her eyes obtaining a quizzical look. She waited for his response, taking another long sip of her drink.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on May 25, 2013 23:30:06 GMT
When it came to women Johnny had always taken a hunter’s approach. Being on the prowl, waiting for the right moment to pounce and go for the kill. It had even been that way back in high school but his skills were under developed then. Looking back on it he was able to scrunch his nose up in disgust over some of the antics he’d tried. That had been a time of experimentation though. Johnny had been learned what did and didn’t suit him, what tricks he could and couldn’t pull off. Maybe that had been why Sophia had slipped from his clutches then, because he hadn’t honed his skills back then. It was laughable how much of a novice he’d been and a great deal of the action he had seen had been directly contributed to the fact that he knew famous people through his dad. Association did just impress those looking to network as adult but also starry eyed teenage girls. In his mind though, Sophia was still his Great White Buffalo, the one that got away.
That in mind, he couldn’t let any manner of latent teenage jitters get in the way of the miracle that had presented itself to him. Tonight would be all about capturing such an elusive woman and this time, he was determined to make it happen. All he needed was one night to prove to Sophia just how foolish she’d been in her youth. Johnny wanted to make her regret the decisions of the past, loath herself for being so dismissive of a young boy that would turn into a very impressive man. He realized, in the recedes of his mind, that this was some desperate high school nerd at a reunion shit but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Pride had too heavy of a presence in Johnny and seeing past that to the deeper meaning of his actions just wasn’t something that he could accomplish at that point in his life. He was a man on a mission.
Something played behind her eyes as she looked him over. Could it have been the faintest sense of recognition? Perhaps that odd feeling of déjà vu overcoming her? Johnny knew exactly why her mind was trying to make a connection because she had seen him before and more likely than not she’d also seen him throughout their adult years- just never under the circumstances of face to face. She would have seen him at parties, concerts, on television- all through the music contacts that he had in his pocket. Johnny’s name wasn’t as famous as the people that worked for him, those were household names on the tip of everyone’s tongue but he was the power behind those names and people who understood what real power was knew him, knew his father’s name, the label, and what role it was that he played in all of it. Johnny wasn’t just a music producer, one of the top in his field, he was also the prince of a music empire.
He gave her a subtle nod. ”I should be. It’s my party.” That was accurate to the roots of the situation. It was Johnny’s company that was hosting the single launch, paid for by them, but the name on the invite had been the rapper whose single it was. Still, those who needed to know included the artist himself, were aware of the truth of things. The party was Johnny’s but the man of the hour was his rapper. Johnny gave her an iconic smirk, his dimples showing. Excellent, her mind was so plagued with the recognition of him that she no longer could keep it to herself. Rather than telling her who he was it was time that playing dumb could come in. ”You might have seen me around.” He offered her, switching his drink to his other hand so that he could give the other up to shake. ”I’m Johnny Tucci.” The name was probably more recognizable than the face, particularly the last name because everyone who was anyone knew Vinny Tucci.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on May 27, 2013 13:43:05 GMT
Sophia's eyes hadn't left the handsome man in front of her. Yes, he was attractive, but that wasn't why she couldn't stop staring. Who was he? She knew that deep down she knew who he was. So why wasn't he acting like he knew her? This was something that bothered Sophia. If she knew him, then he had to know her, and if he knew her, why was he acting like he didn't. If there was one thing Sophia wasn't, it was forgettable. One hand wrapping her long, brunette curl around a finger, she took a long gulp of her drink, eyes averting from him for a moment. If only she could remember, dammit. Sophia had never been the best with memory - take the goldfish for example once again. Half of the time she could forget her own head if it wasn't attached to her body. She was just glad that she had an office at work because she had multiples of her most important things. Therefore, she couldn't forget something majorly important.
When he mentioned that it was his party, she smiled widely. Although it still didn't help her with any recognition, she nodded. "Oh, well thanks for the invitation then." She paused, grinning from ear to ear. "I'm the entertainment editor at Cosmopolitan. One of my writers did a piece on your rapper." She swirled her drink a bit, the straw spinning around in the liquid and ice. Glancing around at the rest of the party, she had to give this mystery man props. It was a fantastic success. There were beautiful women, handsome men, drinks flowing, laughter, and dancing. Lots of dancing. Sophia loved the dance floor of these places. Perhaps if all went well she'd have this gorgeous mystery man out on the dance floor within the next few minutes. If only she could place exactly who he was. That would help matters. She was certain now though that he wasn't someone she had slept with in the past. Those usually happened more then once, and she could always remember them, especially if it was good.
He offered explanation for the familiarity, and then he gave her his name. Instantly lights went off in Sophia's head. Jonathan Tucci! She hadn't seen him in years and years and years. He'd been two years younger than her in high school, and she could vaguely remember him attempting to woo her. Unfortunately for him, Sophia had brushed the young boy off. He had been a boy back then. How could he not remember her? It pissed her off, actually. Sophia hated to think that she wasn't memorable. She didn't attempt to hide the fact that she was a bit on the pissy side. "You don't remember me?" She asked, her voice even. She flashed a sarcastic smile, finishing the last of her drink within the first twenty minutes of being at the club. Well, this night was shaping up well. Gaze returning to him, she found herself not the least bit surprised that he had done so well for himself. The reason she had snubbed him in high school hadn't been because he wasn't good enough. He was a child compared to her back then. She'd been eighteen and he had only been sixteen. His last name had always been appealing, of course. Like her own, the Tucci's were very well known in the Manhattan area, and were practically oozing with money. She was glad to see that he had shaped up to be an attractive and handsome man, but she couldn't help feeling hurt that he didn't remember her.
When he didn't instantly speak of recognition to her, she spoke again. "Sophia Charles." Pausing again, she set down her empty glass on a side table close by. "We went to high school together, if you recall." Sophia liked everything to be done her way, and this had quite possibly ruined her evening. Not waiting for a response, she spoke to him again. "I'm going to get another drink. Excuse me." She turned quickly, heading directly towards the bar. Damn him for not remembering her. And of course he had to be sexy. Sighing, she ordered another vodka tonic. Waiting for it, she refused to look behind her. In fact, she wasn't sure if she even wanted to converse with Jonathan Tucci the rest of the evening. Obviously he thought he was some big shot. Perhaps she'd have another drink and then leave. It was his party, and he would now know that Cosmo had been in attendance, if only for a half hour.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on May 30, 2013 5:08:47 GMT
Johnny was swelling with internal pride and so far, everything that he'd done would have easily been argued as legitimate. It wasn't like Sophia had been springing up with her own name for introductions. There were a lot of faces in New York and Johnny met a lot of people over his twenty-six years. Was one pretty face amongst hundreds really supposed to stand out to him? She wasn't the most beautiful women he had ever seen, hell he vacationed in the Alps during the winter with models making them his little snow bunny. So, while she was attractive, her arrogance over being recognizable wasn't necessarily warranted. Tonight was taking the cherry for him and at least Sophia, though she didn't know it, could feel special for that reason. His petty retribution for a high school gripe was playing out nicely. Johnny wasn't blind to the frustration building in her, in fact, he relished in it keeping that puzzled exterior just waiting for her to say something that would connect.
Instead, she'd gone with being an editor of a magazine. Big whoop. He met a lot of those and there were several here now so that couldn't really be some big neon sign of recognition for him. She was reaching with that one and giving herself too much credit right off the bat. He loved that. In his mind he felt like she was still that self-entitled girl waiting for him to trip over his own feet trying to impress her and gain her attention knowing that she was the hottest commodity in the room. Those glory days were over though. he simply nodded taking that information in and sipped at his own drink seeming more interested in the flavors that erupted on his tongue than her delusion of standard based off where she worked. Dime a dozen.
Lights were clearly flicking on for her though knowing his name, which was to be expected. It was her job to know him after all, his name at least and that was the impression he was giving her at the moment. While Johnny was just some innocent bystander caught in an ego trap. Poor him. "I get interviewed a lot, sorry." He interjected while her indignation flared with his lack of cooperation. Sophia had always been so used to having things her way that he found it highly amusing that she was struggling with the situation now. The tables turned with her wanting him to realize her existence and it was years late but the cold served dish of revenge tasted so very sweet to him. Johnny was indulging in the moment letting his brows furrow together as though a thought was coming to him but was just as quickly lost. Nope, didn't remember.
Already he could see that he was losing her but this was worth it and he had confidence in his ability to patch things up after he'd had his fun and was thoroughly coated in smugness. "High school was a long time ago..." As he trailed off it seemed like Sophia had it with her unmemorable stable in his life. Johnny was damned near giddy when she stormed out and once she was out of eye and ear shot, he snickered shaking his head with pride over how terribly he'd chaffed her. She deserved it though. Even if he'd been two years younger than her at the time she hadn't needed to dismiss him like she had. She was regretting that now though. Johnny would wait a minute or so before weaving through the crowd and over to the bar. Standing next to her he'd rub the back of his neck, meant to look slightly bashful. "Listen, I'm sorry I don't recognize you but you were a girl still changing and growing, now you're a woman and I'm sure you look different than you did back then. I know I do." Slick bastard he was.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 4, 2013 13:00:44 GMT
This guy was the epitome of a prick. Sophia knew that she was high strung, and sometimes her confidence tended to be taken as arrogance. In high school, she'd been a bit of a "mean girl." Now that she was an adult, Sophia wasn't as arrogant without cause as before. She worked damn hard to work her way up at Cosmopolitan. She felt she was entitled to be proud of her success in her career. Everyone was overly confident in themselves in some way or another. Jonathan, however, was taking that to the extreme. It was almost as if every word out of his mouth was him boasting about how great he was, how great he was doing in his career, and how no one could compare to him. Frankly, Sophia wanted no part of said conversation. She had come out to the party to have a good time, and there was no way in hell it was happening with him.
Waiting on her second drink, she couldn't help noting how incredibly different Jonathan was from high school. She didn't remember him being like this at all - not even the slightest. Yeah, she'd shut him down relentlessly and without a second thought. Looking back, the poor guy hadn't deserved that at the time. Now that he was acting like this, however, Sophia's guilt about ever treating him poorly in high school was magically lifted off her shoulders. He was lucky she hadn't gone off on him right then and there. Actually, Sophia knew she should keep it cool. Freaking out publicly would only give him more satisfaction. She could see that smug smirk on his face now. Shaking her head, she didn't hide the fact that she rolled her eyes upon his arrival. Why was this happening right now? All she had wanted was a nice night out. This was making the whole party not even worth it.
She wasn't buying the whole sorrowful, apologetic thing. She glared at him, wishing and willing him to just go away and leave her to her peace. At his words she laughed sarcastically, thinking his words were actually hilarious. If there was one thing she wasn't in high school, it was awkward or ungainly. She was beyond event trying to explain any of this to him. Jonathan was clearly on some kind of power trip, and no matter what she said he wasn't going to give. If he wanted to live in some fantasy world where he was the most wonderful man ever, then so be it. It was comical to Sophia that if he thought this was going to get him women, he was doing many, many things wrong. At least not intelligent, successful women like herself. She could see the skanky, foolish type falling for his, "I'm so successful, I'm the greatest," blabber.
"Keep living in your fantasy world, buddy." Turning back towards the bar and away from him, she finally received her drink. Paying for it, she turned father from him, traveling in the opposite direction she had come. Inside her mind, she was begging that he didn't follow her. She wanted to finish this drink and escape from this entire party in general. She now wasn't enjoying herself, thanks to Jonathan Tucci and his overly inflated self-esteem. She actually hated herself for being nice to begin with. She'd come a long way since high school. She was more mature, more independent, and more fun. In her mind, he'd gone the opposite direction. He used to be a nice guy. Yeah, she hadn't been exactly kind to him in high school, but things could have been different now. She had been a spoiled little girl then. She was a woman now who supported herself. In Sophia's mind, Jonathan had gone the opposite direction from where he had been in high school. Yeah, he was successful, but money wasn't everything. If he couldn't get past his ego-trip, then she had no desire conversing with him.
OOC: sorry for the wait! I got super busy at the end of last week. c:
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 4, 2013 21:45:18 GMT
He wasn’t sure where she was getting her reactions from when he was externally being nothing but a gentleman to her. Johnny wasn’t stupid and he knew how to work women over. Some liked the bad boy jackass type because it meant he was dangerous and they could get the thrill that they wanted but he also knew that some women weren’t into that, more for the kinder type. He played both roles well and hadn’t missed a beat with Sophia that anyone else in the room had noticed. Hell, he’d come over and apologized to her- it had been false but he sounded convincing and there was sincerity in his expression, even coming up with a valid reason why he hadn’t recognized her. It didn’t have to be true, just believable. It wasn’t like Johnny had said she was a hot mess in high school or anything of the sort but rather insinuating that she had grown into a woman and that meant she looked slightly different than she had back then. It was a compliment.
Sophia’s reaction though, and an exchanged look with the bartender that was serving her would confirm that, were having Sophia making herself out to be a bitch. Her rolling her eyes like some kind of air headed high school twit at his arrival that had been followed up with an apology that she batted away like a brat and then continued to make herself look even worse by talking about a fantasy world that seemed, to outside observers, like a complete tangent from what was going on. No one could read her mind or his, they didn’t know the history or the true way that they were feeling about one another. Intuition only went so far and while Sophia might have seen through his façade, though Johnny wasn’t sure how that could have been, everyone else who might have been observing from the sidelines didn’t see anything wrong with Johnny’s actions. She was making herself out to be the bad guy and Johnny loved that. Sophia might not have wanted a scene but she’d created one anyway.
Just because you weren’t participating in a game didn’t mean that you weren’t still a part of it. Sophia was dragging her own image down with barely any help from him all because she was trying to take some high road. Johnny just raised his eyebrows pretending not to understand what she was going on about. As she was walking away he turned to the bartender giving him a shrug when that questioning expression crossed his face. ”I don’t know. I guess she was just upset I didn’t recognize her from high school.” Johnny didn’t say it cruelly but that insinuation hung in the air and the bartender took the bait. ”Not like that was ages ago or anything.” Johnny lifted both hands in defense, his glass abandoned on the counter top. ”Once be one of those crazy female things we can’t understand.” It was a better suggestion than what he really wanted to point out, that Sophia was still the same kind of bitch that would brush off the nice guy and had her petty little delusions of being better than people that she really wasn’t superior to. The bartender laughed, openly. ”Right, I’m sure that’s it.” Johnny chuckled too neither confirming or denying that, verbally, but the look on his face spoke volumes. Other guys that were around were starting to laugh over it too. He hadn’t even thought to check and see if Sophia was still in earshot of the conversation but he hoped that she was. Justice- finally.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 5, 2013 4:20:15 GMT
Luckily, Sophia was out of earshot of Jonathan's conversation. As she stood there twirling the straw of her drink, she found herself contemplating the conversation. As she replayed it back in her mind, she knew she was being a bitch. That was Sophia though - take her or leave her. Overly dramatic, loud, and opinionated. She wasn't sure why she had gotten so angry in the first place. Obviously she was pissed off because he didn't seem to remember her, but as she thought back through the conversation, she found that it wasn't really his fault. Just because he didn't remember her didn't mean she had to act the way she had. Although she would never actually admit that she was wrong, Sophia was finally beginning to realize that perhaps she had overreacted and let her ultimate bitchiness shine through. She wasn't really acting out of character. Sophia didn't have boatloads of friends. She had a select few that could handle her rather "strong" personality. She wasn't always easy to get along with.
Continuing to stand away from any group of people, Sophia pondered turning back and finding Jonathan. Not only could she apologize for her attitude here, but also for the way she had treated him in high school. Sophia truly was trying to become a better person, and this was definitely a step in the right direction. She was angry at herself for getting so worked up in the first place. So he hadn't remembered her from several years ago - so what? Sophia felt that it was definitely a pride thing. She felt hurt, wondering if she was really and truly that forgettable. She prayed and hoped not, but it appeared that Jonathan was flesh and blood proof that she was, indeed, easy to forget. Cursing at herself under her breath, she knew she would hate herself if she didn't at least speak her peace with Jonathan before leaving.
Turning back towards the bar, she saw him conversing with several other men. They were likely talking about what a crazy, psycho bitch she was. Sophia didn't mind the reputation though. She had always been known for her high strung personality. She was a bit on the crazy side, and she thoroughly embraced it. Walking confidently back towards him, she found herself not bothering to hesitate. Placing a hand gently on his arm, she hoped to sway his attention back towards her. Even if she was forgettable, she wanted to give him at least something to remember about her. Sophia knew that she at least looked good. He had to think she was attractive. There was no way he didn't. Sophia had seen the way the rest of the guys in the club had watched her enter. Eyes looked at him in a bit of a sultry way, no longer as angry as they had been before.
"Listen, I'm sorry for being such a bitch." She paused, shaking her head slightly. She kept her hand lightly against his arm as she spoke. "I don't think I reacted well to hearing how forgettable I am." Sophia laughed then, genuinely wanting to speak her thoughts. If he chose to not accept her apology, or snub her, she would at least know that she had tried to patch things up. For that she would have no regrets. If she had left without speaking to him she would have carried a huge weight on her shoulders for weeks, months even.
While she was on the apologetic train, Sophia figured she might as well apologize for her actions in high school, too. "And even though you don't remember me, I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you in high school, too. I should have never shot you down the way I used to." Shrugging, she finally removed her hand from his arm. Instead, she continued to play with her straw while waiting for him to respond. She wasn't sure how he was going to react. He could call her crazy, and she would be likely to agree with him. Or they could just get past this entire situation and perhaps enjoy the rest of the night.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 8, 2013 6:43:40 GMT
Johnny was probably the biggest douchebag that you could ever meet but upon first impressions he had the good sense to hide that, even longer than that if he was looking to gain something from you when all was said and done. That was two faced, terrible, and incredibly scheming but that was Jonathan Tucci, plain and simple. The guys he was talking to didn't know him and he didn't know them but they were bonding in those few minutes of conversation over something that was common amongst men. Women always had the power in these situations, especially when they were attractive. Guys had the expectations of making the first move and had to risk the rejection and mixed signals always crossed the wire. These men, possibly with nothing else linking them together, understood what had happened to Johnny, on the base level of things. A woman had come along, dressed the way she was to snag male attention, got cozy with her verbally for a bit even hinting at interest and then the moment she had heard something she didn't like she was flipping some switch and bringing out the evil bitch monster alter ego.
Laughing over the experience, it was something that Johnny could get past, something that the others had surely dealt with in the past themselves. In this case, Johnny deserved it tenfold for playing the game that he was but at the same time, no one knew that he was intentionally being thick. Johnny was twenty-six years old, he looked it, maybe even older, so high school was how many years ago? The point being, he was safe as far as appearances went and was sticking to that until a time that it no longer suited him. That was the way that he operated. Johnny did things his way despite whatever consequences came flying at him. Maybe he shouldn't have been as dismissive as he had been with Sophia but then he wouldn't have gotten that dig in that he'd wanted. It was worth losing the opportunity to sleep with her.
That was what he had in mind at least until she came back over apologizing to him. This was just too good and it took a lot of control for him not to girl like a giddy school girl over how triumphant he was feeling in the moment. Johnny gave the men he was speaking to a look that seemed to convey his splitting from the conversation, princess needed her attention, before turning to Sophia. She was right, she hadn't reacted well, at all. But then that was what Johnny had been wanting so it wasn't like he was genuinely upset over it. Johnny and genuine weren't two things that went hand in hand though. Taking in a slow breath he nodded to her, acknowledging what she was saying in part, and in the other, confirming that she hadn't taken it well.
She was entirely right. Shooting him down had been bad for her reputation after the fact. Johnny had gone on to becoming soccer and lacrosse captain, not to mention homecoming and prom king so his face had been plastered everywhere, the name on everyone's lips during his Junior and Senior years. Sophia had missed out and had just about done it again ten years later. Maybe she was growing as a person, or at least realizing how stupid a move it was to dismiss someone like Jonathan Tucci. If there was bad blood between them, well it would make her job within the music community difficult with him putting the word out there that she was an undesirable. Was he going to do that though? Not presently, but it was a thought for if she decided to be too much of a hassle for him. He could be cruel. "Apology accepted." Wasn't he just the forgiving sort? Ha! "How about I buy you another drink? Get to know you now?"
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 13, 2013 3:01:03 GMT
Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them. There was no one more understanding of that fact than Sophia Charles herself. She knew that she could be a crazy, psycho bitch. Honestly, she enjoyed her personality being that way. She would hate to be one of those women who allowed themselves to be walked all over and pushed around. Sophia was the complete opposite. She was feisty, a fighter. Full of passion and opinions, Sophia knew that her little episode had been over the top. She also realized that most of the guys around the bar also thought she was some kind of psychotic woman. However, she was also aware that she looked damn good in her tight, little black dress. She wouldn't have said she was the best looking woman in the club, but going home with her would definitely have been an accomplishment. Even though she'd been a bitch, she figured almost all of them would still take her home if she'd given them the chance.
Even though she knew that women were downright crazy, she wasn't sure Jonathan would agree with her. He could quite possibly laugh in her face. It wasn't like she had anything to lose. If he told her she was a psycho, she would just shrug and be on her way. It wasn't that big of a deal to her, in the long run. For the evening, however, she wanted to have a good time. Looking around, she knew that Jonathan was one of the most attractive guys at the party. And it was his party. This meant he was doing great for himself, and Sophia wanted to keep the option open of seeing what happened as the night dwindled down. Maybe they could end up having a fantastic time. Knowing she just had to swallow her pride and start over, Sophia patiently waited for his response to her apology.
When he spoke, she found her lips breaking into a wide grin. Although she wouldn't have been heartbroken if he hadn't accepted her apology, she couldn't help feeling relieved that he had. As she continued to speak, she found herself looking forward to the rest of the evening for the first time since arriving at the club. Looking down quickly at the nearly empty drink in her hand, she nodded at him. "Whatever you say, Mr. Tucci." Smirking at him, she moved closer and back towards the bar, sliding herself incredibly close to him, close enough to brush against his torso as she moved. Downing the last of her previous drink, she set the empty glass on the bar and turned over her shoulder to look at him, eyebrows raised. "So, that drink?"
Leaning against the bar, she found herself much more relaxed than she had been during her little spat. She couldn't have helped it. She was a naturally confident person. In fact, she was pretty arrogant to say the least. Hearing that someone who tried so hard for her in high school no longer remembered her had definitely knocked her down a peg, at least for the remainder of the evening. Yet, now that she was over the slight dilemma she felt much better and was ready to have a good time with the handsome man in front of her. "Jonathan, I hope I won't be fighting off some girlfriend on the dance floor tonight." Sophia mused aloud to him, her eyes taking on a rather seductive tint.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 14, 2013 19:19:44 GMT
Oh, Johnny knew very well that women were crazy. It was something that was encoded into their DNA since birth and with the right combination of buttons pushed, whether you were trying to poke them or not, you could get various degrees of crazy spat at you. As irritating as that could be, it was also an adventure. Johnny liked to think of it as a mystery flavor- you never knew what you were going to get. That was both the fun of it and the bitch of it. As so was the duality of the universe though. He had come to accept that truth and did what he could to manipulate around it. For a moment, when she had walked away, he had thought that he was down for the count but, unpredictable by nature, the female species had thrown him a curve ball and came back with a whole new attitude toward him. He supposed that he’d done something right, maybe deciphered the complicated code of Sophia’s particular brand of womanhood.
Could it have been that she was seeking his approval now? With her being so confident in herself, when the pedestal she had herself sitting on was knocked out from under her was this her attempt to climb back onto it? The likelihood of that was strong in his opinion. To him, it was like Sophia was doing her damnest to recapture his attention and have him tripping over his own feet for her attention like back in high school. Johnny had evolved since then though. Ten years later and he’d honed those skills of his into a deadly predator waiting for the opportune moment to strike. It was nice finally being the hunter, especially when he moved the pieces to have the prey chasing him. It was amusing to him and made each experience all the more worth it.
A lot of his views on women had stemmed from watching his father breeze through women. Hell, his step mom was just a few years older than he was, she was twenty-eight, same as the woman that Johnny was with right now and even with a young, spire, sex kitten at his disposal- they both of them still cheated. Most of his dad’s girlfriends in the past had slept with Johnny so on top of that, he just got it into his mind that most all women didn’t respect themselves and so, why should he really. Then on the flip side of things there were the overly feminist prudes that had him wanting to swallow shards of glass smothered in hot sauce because that would have been less agonizing than having to listen to them drone on about their unachieved equality. If they really wanted to be a man, then there were surgeries for that, otherwise they could hop off his nuts with their man bashing nonsense.
All in all everything in his life had led him to this moment and the devious way he was handling Sophia. He motioned for her to go first. A gentlemanly action? Hardly, he was getting a look at that ass- just not in such an obvious way that she could turn around and smack him for being vulgar in his ogling. Whatever though, women wore something like what Sophia was wearing- people were going to stare. Johnny ordered himself a Scotch while asking for a refill for Sophia. Wasn’t that coy? Her vague way of asking whether he was single or not. It was understandable though. A man in a position of power, drenched in wealth and looking the way he did, women would have jumped at the chance to make themselves wifey. However, he liked being single, a bachelor life for him was best, for everyone- but mostly him. ”Please, call me Johnny.” He wasn’t too keen on Jonathan. Once their drinks arrived he took a sip from his. ”But you wont have to fight.” Girlfriend? Tries girlfriends but he was unattached from all of them, none had a claim to him. It wasn’t lost on him the wiles that Sophia was laying down. The way she brushed against him, that suggestive look playfully glinting her eyes- she was giving the illusion of a promise of sex- the little minx. With his other hand he took hers to lead her out to the dance floor. He wasn’t an excellent dancer with this kind of music. Ask his to Waltz or fox trot and he was ace but hip hop, Johnny stuck to the basic two step keeping in time with the beat.
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Sophia Charles
Leo ♌
Posts: 32
Age: Twenty-eight
Occupation: Cosmopolitan Magazine Entertainment Editor
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Caitlin
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Post by Sophia Charles on Jun 19, 2013 15:17:07 GMT
Sophia loved being a single woman. She had dated here and there throughout the years, but she had yet to suffer any major heartbreaks. Additionally, Sophia wasn't even sure that true love existed. At least in the form of romance. Sophia loved many people in her life - her parents, her best friend, Alexander, and her other friends. However, Sophia had never been entirely sure that marriage was something that logically worked. The only example she had of such an institution was her parents. Although they seemed happy enough, their lives were dull and boring for Sophia's taste. She wanted a life of luxury. She wanted lush parties, traveling around the globe, and a carefree life free of commitments and responsibilities. Her passion was her career. Sophia was independent, and she wanted to keep it that way. She wasn't looking for anything long-term, and she certainly wasn't trying to date Johnny Tucci. All she wanted was a fun time. Despite her mother's consistent nagging about getting married and providing grandchildren, Sophia was in absolutely no hurry.
Johnny ordered her a refill, and Sophia took the drink without hesitation. What was she on now, drink number three? Sophia found it was best not to keep track of her drinks. They quickly took hold of you, and it was easy to forget. Taking note of his desire to be called Johnny instead of Jonathan, she nodded, smiling gratefully as she took a nice, long gulp of her newest drink. "Thank you, Johnny." She couldn't help but add the seductive quality to her tone. Sophia was a dangerous flirt. She could be a tease, but for the most part what you saw was what you got. She wasn't going to let someone get too close if she didn't expect to take them home. Her options were wide open, and she wasn't about to simply tease this handsome and attractive man in front of her and walk away unexpectedly. Sophia was open to allowing the night to progress naturally.
When he responded back to her question of a girlfriend, Sophia couldn't help but smirk happily. Fighting off girlfriends or ex-girlfriends was not part of her plan for the evening. Although there were times when Sophia enjoyed a bit of catfight, she wasn't up for it tonight. She wanted to dance and drink and have a splendidly fun evening. That didn't involve getting her hair yanked by some jealous girl. Nodding her pleasure with his answer, she found she didn't even care if he was lying. What did she care if he had some girl waiting for him at home? It wasn't her problem. For all he knew, she too could have had a guy waiting for her. That was neither here or there. Whatever happened between them in the club was bound to stay between them.
He grabbed her hand then and led her to the dance floor. Throughout her childhood and into high school, Sophia had been a dancer. She was still built like a dancer, lithe and slender. Although she hadn't danced in an organized setting in years, Sophia still new how to move her hips to any kind of beat. She knew a dash of ballroom dancing, but nothing too fancy. She preferred the bumping and grinding that was popular in the clubs - an up close and personal approach. When they reached the center of the dancing, Sophia didn't hesitate. She twirled herself to face away from him, moving her ass and hips back into him as she began to gyrate with the beat of the music. Ensuring not to spill her drink, Sophia looked over her shoulder at him with a flirty grin, her expression challenging him to take hold of her and pull her as close as he would like.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 24, 2013 4:19:59 GMT
He dated often, multiple women as a time. It was somewhat of a juggling act. Most of the women liked to pretend like they didn’t know he was seeing others but it was all just an act. He wasn’t sure if it was to indulge him or indulge their own illusion of things. Some were okay with the illusion of it just being them that the affections were something more than him getting laid. It probably didn’t help that when he was feeling whimsical he would do something nice for his girlfriends, such as taking them out to an expensive dinner or giving them jewelry to an event where they were his arm candy. On a couple occasions he was even known to send flowers. That tended to happen most when the woman had been exceptional in bed, more like a gesture of appreciation for having satisfied fully. Just the same though, he could be an ass. If they got too clingy or started to push his buttons- he’d cut the tie quickly and without sympathy.
He had a string of enemies that could probably inhabit all of New York, but was spread out all over the nation, a few scattered around the world even. Privilege had its pros and its cons. For Johnny, though he made a lot of enemies, none were bold enough to do anything about it and would have rather been in his pocket than make it known that they didn’t like him. It was why he had some many two-faced people surrounding him. Johnny was the prince of his own empire, which meant, even if they didn’t like it, they still had to play by his rules. He’d be king one day after all and with that came even more money and power, two things that were key to the world they lived in. Sophia understood it to a degree, he was sure. She had also come from wealth and she was used to living her life a certain way. The issue with the both of them was that they tended to clash because both were brats.
”My pleasure.” Of course he didn’t mind aiding in getting her drunk, or at least tipsy to the point of her inhibitions slipping. Something told Johnny that she didn’t really need the alcohol flowing through her system for him to get laid. Maybe it was in the way that she looked at him practically devouring him with her eyes. He liked it though so no one would have heard a peep of complaint out of his mouth. Sophia was sexy and definitely someone that, even after so many years, he was physically attracted to. Her personality left something to be wanting but look who was talking. In any case, Johnny didn’t need her to be anything but pretty and willing- he was simplistic like that. Both qualifications were being met. Excellent. Johnny could probably have made short work of it and just whisked her off someone private but there was no harm in a test drive.
Her butt snuggled up to his groin moving those hips in a seductive rhythm making him one happy camper. He wasn’t popping a tent or anything like that right away but it did excite Johnny in that particular way. His hands found their way to her hips pulling her back to grind against him harder while his own moved countering hers. He wasn’t without his moves too and this was a familiar dance for to him. When she looked back at him Johnny met her gaze letting a hand slither up her stomach lightly, the rest of his body leaning into hers. His lips brushed against her hair and annoyed by this, he moved it out of the way to give him access to Sophia’s neck. The song kept the beat steady for him to follow along with, moving with Sophia and creating all manner of friction between them. Kissing along her neck Johnny had no problem with the escalation of things.
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