Who Needs A Car Anyways? [Casey]

[Lilly Love]

The DMV was probably one of the worst places in the world especially to Live. The building was extremely boring for one. Everything was bland and just blah. As Live entered the building, she couldn't help the feeling that she was entering a waiting room for the ER. The stark white light from the fluorescents made Live feel a bit nauseous. Sometimes being someone of the darkness in a world of light really sucked.

Live's I.D. had expired and she needed to get a new one. It wasn't a drivers license because Live didn't have a car nor had she ever even learned to drive. Ever. But, she still needed an I.D. and sadly the DMV was the place she had to go for that.

She grabbed a number from the little dispenser by the door. 187. She glanced up at the light up board that displayed the next few numbers to be called. 135. Live wanted to cry. That meant there was at least, very least, a solid hour of waiting. And that was if everyone ahead of her moved at a speedy pace. She knew that wasn't a thing.

Live, dressed in all black, wearing a dark gray baseball cap, went and sat down in the farthest row of chairs away from all the other people. There were a couple others in her row but not as bad as up front. Great, stuck in a well lit, crowded building for who knows how long. This was gonna suck.

[Casey Snyder]

Damn licenses. Damn bikes. If they weren't his primary source of income he likely wouldn't have renewed his license to begin with, nor have one. He would just ride without a license and pay his way out of tickets. But noooo, Casey had a garage and a bike shop and needed to be able to take those bikes out for a spin in a legit manner, and it just so happened that to do that you would need a stupid piece of paper that some fucktard decreed had an expiration date.

So now he needed to renew the damn thing, something he hadn't done all that much. But still it was a necessary evil he supposed, his job was tolerating people instead of accepting them so he was sure he could get through sitting at the DMV just fine. The only problem here was that they didn't pay him; he would likely pay them.

He took a number from the dispenser and mentally noted down he had number 188, and when he moved closer to the desk a bit in the assumption he would be helped right away he heard a repeat for number 135 and some loser standing up from his seat in a hurry and waddling over to the counter. Fucking pudgy asshole, taking his place in line just like that. He ought to beat him up and take his number to get help right away. That'd save him valuable time.

Casey took a seat though as he strolled to the farthest row as he balled his fist around the crumpled up paper he was holding. He sat back on one of the chairs with a woman sitting next to him, just his look, he didn't look where he sat down and now he was stuck sitting next to a stranger. ''The fuck are you here for?'' He asked as he leaned back and stretched his arms.

[Lilly Love]

Live had her eyes fixed on the floor when someone sat next to her. She was a bit annoyed but she wasn't about to even acknowledge them. She was just there to get in and then get out as fast as possible. However, it seemed the other person was interested in a conversation.

Live looked up, her eyes narrowed, about to snap some remark but something stopped her. Or someone. An attractive someone. A really attractive someone. While Live didn't have any tattoos of her own, she was in love with them. She thought they looked amazing on other people and made them like thirty times more attractive. And this person next to was quite well tatted. Like, neck down.

It took her a moment to recuperate from the shock of a decent looking human next to her. She had honestly expected some creepy old man to be next to her. But this guy wasn't creepy (in Live's book at least) and not old either. Though he was a man. But that was a neutral factor.

"Uh, getting an I.D." Live finally found herself saying. It almost sounded like a pleasant response.

[Casey Snyder]

The response he got from the girl turned out to be just about cringe-worthy. No real jab back, but on the other hand he got a response so that counted for something. He also felt a little under dressed next to her, the girl sitting there in her clothing.. baseball cap.. things. And then there was Casey sitting in nothing but cargo shorts and a tank top, even in that weather. Hell, he could burn off his skin if he was a bit too cold, he had a bike right outside. He'd heal anyway.

Speaking of healing, he was getting mildly hungry again. Sitting around waiting for those fucking people to move was no reason not to eat, right? Luckily Case had an emergency stash in his pocket which consisted of an opened bag of sweets. Something for him to eat while he was waiting and it would also make sure he didn't waste away during those long periods without food. He took one out and put it between his jaws, chewing down as he looked at the girl.

He shook his head as the baseball cap she had on would tell him three things, and only one could be the truth. One, she was an assassin trying to go around unnoticed, two, she hated people and tried to go by unnoticed, or three, she didn't give a fuck. And her words confirmed for him that it wasn't the last option. So she was probably a goody two-shoes.

''And just when I thought I found a good one.'' He said with a smirk as he leaned forward, letting his eyes go all over her. ''At least ya have assets that make me tolerate your blabbering.''

He really thought she would be a bit more vocal, but in the time it took her to respond that idea was quickly shot down. ''If it takes you that damn long to respond to a fucking question it is no wonder you need the DMV to get an idea.''

[Lilly Love]

Live couldn't say she was really surprised when they boy started talking about her "assets" but she wasn't really about to handle it in a calm way either. Live wasn't the type of girl to take being hit on very well. If she wasn't so anti-everything-in-society she would probably call herself a feminist. But she hated most feminists so she wasn't exactly sure where that left her.

Well, really it left her hating being a woman. Male privilege was a thing and most guys walked around abusing that and even oblivious to the fact that they had it. Like this guy here. Thankfully, Live took a moment to let the guy finish talking and calculate her response to his pretty assholey comments.

"Oh these assets won't do shit for yah if I really decided to start 'blabbering'." Live honestly wasn't much of a talker, she was much more action orriented. Her version of blabbering would be knocking this guys lights out, in which case it really wouldn't matter what the fuck she looked like.

She knew the boy had her on the bit of her taking so long to respond to the question. She was caught off guard by his good looks but that ended quickly the more he started talking. It was amazing how a personality could change the way you saw a persons face.

[Casey Snyder]

He snickered at her mention of blabbering. Casey honestly didn't think she would be capable of anything like that judging by how everything went between them in that very short exchange. But still she seemed fun to talk to, good to try and kill the time with, though things would be better if she were giving a bit more of herself in the conversation, both physically as that seemed to be the only thing she had to offer at this point, and mentally to steer the conversation away from Dullville.

He paused for a moment as her attempted to give her time to bask in the glory of her comments. She had beyond a doubt spent minutes on trying to come up with those he would assume, so while he could easily pose a counter-comment he would wait and see what else she had to say. But after that comment on her assets she said nothing, most likely because she had nothing to tell. Which was fine, in a way. Casey hated people who talked just for the talking anyway.

''Talking ain't your strong suit, is it?'' He asked, not caring that he was likely just speaking for the speaking though he would be pissed if other people were. At this point though he was winning the not existing battle of wits between the two, not that she seemed to have much of that, but still.

It was a shame she didn't say anything more though, Case really thought he could kill time with someone who looked like her. Seemed like he was wrong.

He shrugged and stuck a hand in his pocket, taking out some candy without offering the girl next to him any. Unless she had a power that required food he wouldn't share, and even if she did he likely wouldn't share anyway.

''They already are, toots. They already are.'' He said as he sat back on his chair as he chewed on the piece of candy, his hand instantly going down his pocket again.

[Lilly Love]

It wasn't that Live was necessarily a dull person but she was also pretty terrible at conversation. She had spent most of her younger years trying not to talk to anyone so her social skills hadn't developed terribly well. Sure, every now and then, if she had enough alcohol in her and the other person was up her ally, she ended up with a decent talk. But it was rare that sober Live was able to hold a decent conversation.

"I can 'talk' perfectly fine. However, I'm more...selective with whom I actually hold conversations." She said to the man before turning her attention forward again. Geez he was really fucking attractive. She was still having a hard time getting over that. She had lived in Pilot Ridge since her freshman year of high school and had kind of assumed she had already seen all the decent looking guys out there. It was kind nice to know that there was at least one she had missed.

Sadly, he seemed to be kind of a pig. Commenting on her body like that. She really wasn't a fan of guys like that. She wondered if he knew how it felt to have your body objectified, ignoring the feelings of the person inside that body.

Suddenly, Live had a thought. She was planning on trying to ignore the boy but part of her told her that with the next hour they were going to be stuck in this room, that might not pan out so well. She had to do something though to get him to back off of her a bit. And she had a pretty great idea.

She turned her attention to the boy, moving her body to face him. She leaned back a bit in the chair she was in, turning her baseball cap around backwards so it no longer blocked her face. She found him just as attractive as he apparently found her, so she figured she would give him a bit of his own medicine. She eyed the boy up and down, letting her eyes drift over his body wherever they wanted, her expression clearly displaying her thoughts.

She didn't know if this would peak is interest or make him uncomfortable but either way, she felt this would in the end lead to better results than just attempting to ignore him.

[Casey Snyder]

Once more his jaws absolutely demolished the candy between them as he kept on staring at the girl seated next to him. She was not so much the silent type as a.. not knowing what to say type. That could work to his advantage, and possibly to hers as he would likely quit calling her names if she stopped responding. But ignoring Casey, not responding to him or scaring him off were all impossible tasks. About as impossible as making Casey bound to a bed for more than two weeks. He was the kind of guy who would make himself known, who would illicit a comment from anyone by any means necessary, like a while ago where he almost got that red girl to work for him. And she made it known that she didn't like him at all. Of course that blew up in his face, but most things did.

Did it have a deeper meaning? If anyone knew it was Casey himself. And maybe a good psychiatrist but what the fuck did they know?

''You just as selective about who ya sleep with?'' He asked bluntly when she said she wasn't about to talk to just anyone, but she forgot that the most fun could be had without talking. Like making money, among other things. He wasn't above showing her what he meant then and there, but he still wasn't sure she was okay with it all. Casey then chuckled mentally. Of course she wasn't okay with it, no one was okay with anything Casey did.

But then, when she sat back like he had done she began doing something other than talking. She did what Case had done a bit earlier, eye the other person up and down. Maybe she was into him as well, who knew. Quickly enough that idea was confirmed though as it was clear what she thought by merely looking at the face.

He leaned closer to her in response and smiled. ''Admirin' the tats?'' He asked as he held his arms closer to her. ''Or admirin' other things?''

[Lilly Love]

The comment about who she slept with didn't really surprise Live. Based on everything she had seen of the guy so far, it fit pretty well with his character. She simply rolled her eyes.

"When I'm sober." When Live was drunk, she didn't quite care as much. But that was true with everyone. The statement was simply meant to say to the boy, I'm sober now so you won't be getting lucky. Besides, the DMV wasn't exactly the best place to try and pick up chicks. Unless you were like really into cars or something maybe?

Well, she wasn't exactly sure that was the response she wanted. Maybe encouraging someone who clearly had the ego the size of Mars wasn't the best idea. Oh well, as long as some of the attention was moved away from her, that would be fine.

"Tats." She said bluntly, her eyes traveling over them still.

[Casey Snyder]

''Tats.''

That response wasn't really the best of the two, but it still meant she was admiring a part of his body which he incidentally liked about himself too. He just needed to figure out what part of his tats she liked most.. maybe the ones on his knuckles that said 'family first'? Or the rose on the side of his neck? Or maybe she was wondering where else he would have tattoos.

But in any way she looked him over likely to make him think about what he did to her, which was exactly the same, and would soon realize (or already had) that it would bear no fruit in any way. Objectifying a guy whose entire body was a drawing to teach him a lesson was like.. something else nearly impossible.

''Good to know I interest ya.'' He knew he wasn't the most easy person to be around, but at least he hadn't swung around wads of cash if she stayed around, so that was something he was proud of. Though maybe the place they were at had something to do with it. ''Wanna see more of them?''

If she said yes he would likely ditch his shirt right then and there. Who cared what people thought.

[Lilly Love]

Well, Live's idea of making the man feel awkward by checking him out too obviously didn't work. And now she was just in a situation she wasn't particularly pleased with. But there was a slight attention shift away from her and she suppose that was the best she could get.

"Well... Your tattoos interest me." She couldn't say if he interested her yet or not. She didn't know him and the only thing she knew about him was that he was a complete horndog which wasn't exactly a positive.

"How many more are there?" She gave the boy a questioning look. She had often though to getting tattoos herself, she was a big fan of anything art related but could never bring herself to actually get one. She just wasn't that big on anything permanent.

[Casey Snyder]

It seemed her little plan had worked, if her plan was to make him talk about anything else than the girl next to him, that was. Right now he wasn't talked about her as much as to her and about himself, and all was because she started talking about his most liked topic; his tattoos. He liked talking about them and would almost drop every train of thought just to talk about them. The girl next to him should have been glad he was bordering on narcissism.

''At least something on me interests ya.'' And luckily that something was the one thing he had plenty of. Oh and money. Bitches love money, or so people had said which was disproven by his words still driving girls away despite giving them upwards of ten-thousand dollars. But even if that didn't pan out he was glad she liked something on him, the next step being liking something about him.

Sure he had made a name for himself in the bike industry to the point of being rich enough to fuel exotic needs, but he couldn't very well buy a girlfriend, could he? Wait, couldn't he? Question for another time. For now he was focused on the girl next to him and how she seemed to like the ink on his body, she now just needed to like the mind that went along with it, crude as it was.

''Lots more.'' He answered as he pointed at the tattoos on his legs. ''They don't stop.''

[Lilly Love]

Live chuckled a bit. This guy sure seemed to like himself. Not a bad thing really. Live appreciated people who were confident in themselves. She would rather be around someone who was full of themselves and knew how to stand up for themselves then someone who would just hide in a corner all full of self hate and pity. Yeah, that was probably one of the most unattractive things to Live.

Which was probably part of the reason she found this guy so attractive, besides his tattoos and looks. Live was drawn to people who were independent and knew how to take care of themselves. She had no interest in people who were basically needy children.

She glanced down at his legs and a small smile crept across her face. It turned to a smirk as she looked back up to the boy's face, "You get your dick tattooed as well?"

[Casey Snyder]

His smile faltered for maybe half a second before it went back up in full force. Now when he said his tattoos didn't stop he almost assumed the girl would know most viable places for a tattoo, and his dick wasn't one of them. After all, the things he did with it tended to.. make it an unsafe spot for ink at best. Besides, he would have a hard time finding someone to fuck if he could literally kill with his dick, just imagine someone having an allergic reaction. No, as much as he liked the idea of doing that (and trust me, he had ideas on what to put there) he just couldn't get himself to do so in case he got a woman to sleep with him but bail out at the last second due to allergies.

Now if looks could kill, that one he wouldn't mind so much because at least he had his body to speak for him in those moments. And like this girl, most people around him seemed to notice his tattoos first before even noticing the vulgarity coming out of his mouth. ''Never even seen a dick tattoo.'' He replied. But then again he wasn't big on looking at other guys that much. He knew for sure there were people that did that though, and he got caught wondering how much it would hurt if he was going to get one. Not that pain was an issue, but still he was curious.

He bared his teeth in his smile when his eyes met those of the girl before him and he raised his brow a bit. ''But even without a tattoo my dick is a treat, I assure you.''

What a talk for in a room filled with people.

[Lilly Love]

Live had never seen anyone with a tattooed dick before and she could honestly say she kinda thankful for that. There were many things in this world she hoped to experience but a tattooed dick wasn't exactly one of them.

The other people in the room didn't really register to Live nor did she really care if they over heard the entire conversation. They were strangers and of no consequence to her and her life. She wasn't going to monitor herself for their sake, that was just stupid. Unless some mother came over and asked them to keep it down because of her child, she wasn't going to make any changes to her behavior. Believe it or not, Live actually had a pretty big thing about protecting childhood innocence.

"Oh I'm sure you believe it is." Live said with a chuckle as she kept her dull gray eyes locked on the boys. His were a light brown and for the first time in a long time Live found herself appreciating someone else's eyes.