Snippet #945848

Salem, raised a brow, before smirking somewhat as he asked who she was. Either she didn’t make a very solid impression, or he had been more then a little drunk last night and if the lights hadn’t been playing tricks on her last night. His pupils had been the size of saucers, hell she could hardly tell what color his eyes were. “I’m Salem. We meet at the club last night, I guess you were a little more buzzed then I thought. She said, seeing no need to give her last name. He did that outside a business meeting? Also she got a little annoyed when people asked her , if they knew fashion, if she was related to her father Anthony Cresten, in the fashion world he was closely one or even two notches below Calvin Cline; it really depended on who you asked. At times those big socialite classical types would ask if she was any relations to her Cellist mother Larra Cresten. Though she really doubted he was the last.

He seemed a quite the bit different from the guy she briefly meet last, sure he was still the handsome blond, but he wasn’t acting like the charming, flirtatious guy. He seemed a little standoffish almost. Though when he said he could get up on his own, though he soon proved that wrong as his face clearly showed pain as he tried to get up. Yeah that really look’s like you don’t need help. she thought, for once keeping her sarcasm to herself, as she bit her tongue, not waiting for him to say rather he wanted her help or not she quickly straightened herself before helping him up, being careful to not jerk on his arms, just helping to push him up by putting her arm around his torso, letting go when she was sure he was balanced. Salem wasn’t a very strong girl, but under constant phone calls from her dear nanny, despite constant arguments about she had to work on her design and running her boutique, she worked out at a local gym at lest once a week, she had for about two years now, so Salem had some muscle on her, but no where as much as her Ex Marin of a Nanny or her little brother, the boy was a nerd, he needed to have muscle to last at his school .

Though she couldn’t help but blink dumbly at what he did next as he took a little pouch out of his pocket, filled with something white, quickly taking a few sniffs of it before putting it up. She couldn’t say that was the first time someone did that in front of her, a few models did it when she was at a show, once was when she was helping out her father by modeling on of his designs for a summer collection, another was the last show one of her designs were in, she kept her mouth shut, though she couldn’t help, but laugh when she tripped over her own feet and fell off the runway, hey it was her fault for wear that tall of heels while high. She didn’t judge, she just didn’t use, especially after seeing one girl detox in the clinic, that did not look fun. The most she did was smoke a joint and that was just because her Ex had talked her into it. What it was rare you didn’t meet a guy in a club in Chicago that didn’t do something.

"I'm good, just need some sort of support for my shoulder,"

“I’d say so...What exactly would you need. If you don’t mind me asking?” She asked walking behind him, unzipping her jacket before she slipped it off, one thing about her design, it wasn’t a summer jacket really, especially with it’s velvet lining. She slipping it off before tying it around her waist. At the moment wishing she had enough time to do more then grab jacket and shoes before the ship went down. At lest enough time to get dress, or at lest throw on more under cloths. She glancing in the direction she had saw others, before glancing at the greenery. She hearing an odd bird call, it’s pitch making her jump. Though what made her really jump was another mans voice asking if either one of them needed some help. “Holy Saint Francis!” She squeaked quickly turning to look aver at a long haired guy. “Oh, um hi.” She said smiling sheepishly at her jumpiness. Damn Salem, grow a spine.. This really wasn’t like Salem. This is the girl who went cliff diving in Australia, a well know adrenilan junky. “I‘m fine.”