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Mar 01, 2014 06:55PM
Archer smiled on the inside. "I'll make sure to remember it." he promised her. "Oh and the names Archer. Poke around and you'll be able to find me. I'll always be available for you." he said before he heard the clattering of some clothing. He sign inwardly annoyed that someone had interrupted them. Archer turned around to tell the person to go run off, that he was busy and it would be best if they just left. Then he realized that it was Mercedes, and raised one eyebrow. She looked upset, and nearly on the verge of crying. Looking at Ansley he was torn between going back to kissing her, or talking to Mercedes.
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Mercedes bit her lip harder, taking a step back. She wouldn't had been so upset if it had been anyone else. Anyone else. She would have been a little upset, just angry even, if it had been anyone else with Archer. But Ansley? Why did she have to ruin everything? A few tears spilled over as Ansley called her a slut. "Why you?" She spat, trying to make her voice sound strong. It came out weak, and cracking, bringing forth a laugh from Ansley. Mercedes turned, wiping her eyes. "Fine. Get AIDs." She muttered to Archer. "See what I care." Her voice cracked again, as she went to walk out of the room slowly, her head down.
Archer watched the match between the two of them curiously. Both of them seemed to know each other, fairly well and clearly had a history with each other. He heard the pain, the hurt within her voice and was instantly taken back when he realized that his current girlfriend at the time was dead. How he had cried for days. Mercedes case was obviously different, but the pain was still the same. The emotion in her voice was the same as his. She would no doubt remember it for years to come, just like he did. Archer remembered the promise he made to himself. That he would toy with girls, but he would never let them feel the same amount of pain that he had felt. "Wait." he said and reached for her hand.
((...I feel like we're rewriting a love scene from some movie. lol))
((...I feel like we're rewriting a love scene from some movie. lol))

Mercedes stayed turned around, pulling her hand away from his reach. She crossed her arms, staring up at the ceiling, trying to prevent some tears from falling down any further. "What?" She asked, her voice sounding more angry than upset. She couldn't help but have a shred of hope that he was going to say something good. But who knew? Maybe he was just like Ansley. Maybe he found it fun in toying with people's emotions. Ansley pouted a little as Archer left her and went towards Mercedes. Well, that didn't usually happen to her.
(Yes it would. God.... we should be hired for it)
Archer hesitated. He wasn't sure what to say to really help her since he knew the pain. Finally after a couple of seconds that seemed more like years he whispered "I understand." Archer meant that he understood the pain, the hurt, the feeling of betrayal and he did. But then again she may have taken it in the wrong context and thought that he meant that he understood the relationship between her and Ansley. Which he didn't to clarify. "I really do."
Archer hesitated. He wasn't sure what to say to really help her since he knew the pain. Finally after a couple of seconds that seemed more like years he whispered "I understand." Archer meant that he understood the pain, the hurt, the feeling of betrayal and he did. But then again she may have taken it in the wrong context and thought that he meant that he understood the relationship between her and Ansley. Which he didn't to clarify. "I really do."

Ansley gave a loud scoff. "Archer?" She muttered. "You done yet?" She sighed. "I'd like to get back to what we were doing, if you don't mind." She said, her voice loud.
(Oh god I'm loving Ansley. xD And I don't even know why! lol)
Archer hugged her back and then bit his lip. "Does it seriously bug you about Ansley?" he asked her softly. He wanted to put everything on hold until he understood exactly what was going on. "And Ansley no. Not until I figure out what the hell is happening here." he stated simply. He knew that he was getting rid of this girl, who was hot and an amazing kisser but he didn't want to do anything without knowing what the situation was.
Archer hugged her back and then bit his lip. "Does it seriously bug you about Ansley?" he asked her softly. He wanted to put everything on hold until he understood exactly what was going on. "And Ansley no. Not until I figure out what the hell is happening here." he stated simply. He knew that he was getting rid of this girl, who was hot and an amazing kisser but he didn't want to do anything without knowing what the situation was.

Ansley humphed, tilting her noise up. "Not like I'd want an STD from you anyway. But call me if you get bored of her." She said to Archer, strutting past him, shouldering Mercedes on the way out. "Bye, skank." She muttered to the girl, and dissapearing into the Dressing Room, to get ready for her next show. Mercedes looked up at Archer, "Let's just say I only had one friend in High School because of her." She shrugged. "She gave me the nickname of Mercedes the stripper and ruined my High School. There were these rumors..." She shrugged, "So, yeah. It bugs me. And then she was there, with you.."
Archer rolled his eyes. For a hot, sassy girl that wasn't the best insult. "You could have done better." he called after her mainly to annoy her. At Mercedes explanation he nodded understanding. "I see." he said simply taking all this information in. At least now he understood why she was so upset. "I didn't know and well girls are my life at the moment..." he trailed off not sure how to explain.

Archer looked at her for a full minuet. "Did you just call me dumb?" he asked her with a mocking gasp that followed. "How dare you m'lady!" At her request he nodded. "Yeah sure. It isn't like a manor but its a good enough place to live." he shrugged. His house was all right. A house that had two bed, two bathrooms, a living room, dining room and a kitchen. All the necessities of having a house really.

Archer nodded. "Sure." he said. "Its not that far, by car." he said and turned to head towards the exit. His car was parked out in the front, since he hadn't bothered to make his car hidden in the background. It wouldn't matter anyways, none of his ex's could really track him down all the way down here. He was six states away to be honest and he doubted any of them would track him this far down.

[Skip to their house. Imma be off for ten minutes or so.]