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Without fail he had a new woman on his arm every week.

Not because he was trying to prove he was strait. Far from that actually. He was looking for a girl who was not as annoying as most of these were. They wanted money, cars, and sex. It sickened him. All the girls he took home were one-night stands; He didn't even know the name of half of them. Including the one attached to his arm. She was talking animatedly, waving he free arm as she talked about the island town that she grew up in. He skin was an exotic cameral color, and chocolate tresses fell to her shoulder blades. She looked too much like his last date; someone might think he had settled on her.

"And 'ven I says to him 'touch me and you die! It 'vas funny!"

And then there was that accent, if it could be called that. She was indeed pretty, but he wasn't interested by her looks.

When you raced for a living, even if you were retired, you never gave it up. Just driving down the street at hardly legal speeds could provide a slight thrill. That was the reason that most of them didn't last long, they hated that he drove so fast off the track. This one was beginning to show her fear, eyes wide and mouth opening in a silent scream. No this one wouldn't even make it to his bed, he liked them vocal.

He bit back a groan; this was the second girl of the evening. He had left his previous date at the bar that he had taken her to. This one was even worse. She had high cheek bones, and slim nose. Gun metal grey eyes had a drunken glint in them as she chattered about how he should get back into racing; she could be his personal mechanic. A roll of the eyes and he left her in favor of a woman that was sitting at one of the far tables.

The only redeeming fact that this one had was that she was one hell of a dancer. Her hips swished against his in time to the pulsing music that pounded through the club. She was drunk and high, easy enough to get into her pants.

"Where to now mister man?"

Her voice was a soft purr in his ear, when had she turned around? Her hands wound around his shoulders. His hands found her ass and drug her closer. This one wasn't chattering about anything in particular, and she wasn't overly soft. He hated soft. That was part of the reason he hated women so much, they were all soft. They never could build enough muscle. The beat changed to some popular song, and her image was ruined with a squeal.

"Oh! I love this song!"

He wasn't gay; he was just looking for a woman that could be one of the guys. One who wasn't so soft. He wasn't gay he assured himself.

I adore the way this one came out. Is it OOC?

My list is:

Jak -When I grow up by the Pussycat Dolls
Daxter -Crashed by Daughtry
Seem -You found me by Kelly Clarkson
Damas -He lives in you by the Lion king (I had been babysitting and had no chance to clean before I got the challange)
Razor -Nasty girl by Nitty (freind wanted to see if it was the song he was thinking of)
Torn -Time of dying by Threedays Grace
Pecker (cause he gets no love) -Broken by Seether ft. Amy lee
Samos -I kissed a girl by Katy Perry (that ones gunna suck)
Sig -Not one of us by the Lion King
Ashelin -Hot 'n Cold by Katy Perry

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