last friday night (russ)

[Faith Thompson]

Friday night and miss Thompson was heading to the club with her bitches just as she did every friday night. That was the one good thing about Pilot Ridge, it had a decent amount of night life and places to go. The town had really embraced the presence of the schools in the area having Hammel, a fairly large prep school as well as a community college and several other Universities within miles of the presumably sleepy little town.

Faith ran her fingers several time through her honey colored curls looking the mirror. She looked perfect, her hair was voluminous, her makeup was hot and her new red body con dress hugged her curves in every way that she wanted them too. Paired with sky high black pumps and she looked like she was ready for trouble. Of course the incredibly moral and chaste Faith Thompson would never admit to that. She was just going to dance with the girls! and have fun! The amount of trouble she fully intended to stir up had nothing to do with how she dressed. No no no...

Faith stepped out and got in the car that was waiting for her and her girls and looked around pleased, she was definitely the best looking tonight, perfect, just the way she liked it.

Once at the club she hopped out and entered with little trouble. She was a regular and had made friends with the bouncers flashing them a pretty smile as she entered in front of the line waiting. This was not helping her ego.

Faith pulled a flask out of her purse before she checked it in along with her coat. In the flask was some southern comfort, but she'd claim that it was just ice tea to whomever who asked. At least until she was drunk enough to not be able to pass with that anymore.

The music was loud and blaring and the club was absolutely packed. Faith quickly was pulled onto the dance floor and started to dance with her friends. They danced for a while and Faith was 2/3rds done with her flask starting to feel the effects but she was by no means drunk. A fast paced song came on and she felt someone spin her from her circle and up against him. Ew! Faith looked up at the unattractive male and made a face. "Gross. Uhm no." She said going to leave. He however had other ideas.

"Come on babe! just one dance!" He said pulling the small girl against him and grinding up against her.

"Oh my gosh stop!" She said pushing against him. What a loser!

[Russell Serrano]

Russell had gone out for a drink. Of course, not alcohol, not for the almost twenty one year old. He felt himself scan the room for any likely dates from girls. They were all busy with all guys, like that has stopped him before, or they were having fun with their friends. They were all too ugly for his liking anyway. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a little flirting, maybe take it a bit further. His mind went to his new roommate, Rakasha, who could definitely handle him. He started to idly wonder how she was in bed. He felt his stomach twinge.

A blast of cold air shook him from his thoughts. A group of hot girls started walking in, a girl with honey blonde hair clearly their leader. He turned in his chair, watching them. Like every guy in the bar, they were ogling at the girl that just walked in. She couldn’t be any older than sixteen. His mind went south.

Rus had always had a thing for younger girls, even though it was technically illegal for him to do anything with them, he loved to flirt. That was his strength and he reveled in his strength. He turned back to the bar and hit up the bartender for another drink of ginger ale. It was as close to ale as he had come in the last six months. The last time he had actually drank any ale, he over did it and ended up in the bathroom for most of the night while his so called friends took turns hitting it up with his date.

She ended up leaving disgusted, and his friends ended up with more than a couple of bruises. A couple of people behind him, he heard a protest. Rus gently got up from his chair and turned to see the younger girl being forced to dance with an old bloke. It was disgusting, watching him force her to grind him. His hands popped and he grabbed the guy by the back of the shirt. “If she tells you no, you leave her alone,” he growled lowly, and dropped the piece of shit on the ground. The man backed away, his eyes held slight fear and annoyance from being interrupted. “Are you alright?”

[Faith Thompson]

Faith was so embarrassed, people were starting to watch which was even worse than basically being raped by this asshole behind her! Of course he wasn't going to go that far, he was just having fun, that overweight smelly, sweaty frat boy type who really should be playing in the sandbox with kids his own age! Jeeze! Faith knew she was 18 but she sure as hell knew that he didn't know that. Even all made up Faith had a difficult time passing for her age which made this guy just a sick fuck! He smelled of booze, disgusting. Not that she wasn't drinking but that was different. She was a lady, a southern lady and she wasn't disgusting.

She was thankful when someone interrupted tossing the offender to the ground. She shot a look at those watching, they better turn around. The guy on the ground looked up at her hero. "Jeeze man i was just having a little fun!" He said and looked at Faith "She's a bitch anyway.. have fun" He said going on to the next girl, though he was still eyeing Faith. There was a good chance he'd be back later.

"Yeah..." other than the social embarrassment.... "i'm fine." SHe said looking up at the guy. She couldn't help but smile. he was cute, oh he was real cute. "Thanks... I... He was really gross... I really owe you one." She had to nearly shout to talk over the music. She hated that about the club, whenever she wanted to talk to someone she found herself on her tip toes and shouting in their ears. Of course on the other hand she really quite enjoyed that when she didn't want to talk to someone.

The song changed and Faith moved closer to her new friend as people continued to file in. She hoped he'd stay by her just "in case."

[Russell Serrano]

Russell got the feeling that she wanted to stick close to him. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her away from the creep, shooting a look behind his back. The man finally backed down, looking for another prey. He would have to keep an eye on him. Seeing this girl up close, she could definitely be no older than sixteen, how she managed to get into the club in the first place was beyond him. He steered her towards the bar, holding up a hand to the bartender for another ale. “What are you doing in a place like this?” he asked, having to put his mouth near her ear to be heard.

He took a swig of his own fizzy drink and finally took in his new companion. She was only about 5’2” and she was wearing insanely tall heels. The dress she was wearing gave a tug at his unmentionables. She had curly honey colored hair. He was practically drooling in his mouth. Part of him wanted this girl badly, the other part didn’t want to come off as a creep as the other guy did.

“My name is Russell Serrano,” he whispered in her ear. The music matched the thumping in his chest. On stage were the empty drum set and guitar and the microphone. He had no instrumental abilities, but he had a nice bass voice. Not that anyone had told him that, he was just going off on how awesome he was. Russell sat down on the stool and that put him only a couple of inches taller than her. He had always known he had been insanely tall. This just meant the girl was short, but she knew how to make herself seen. This made instant respect for the small creature. “So, how does a girl your age end up in a place like this?”

[Faith Thompson]

Faith didn't really want to get off the dance floor but she'd follow him. She was winning so far as far as her group of friends went seeing as none of them had anyone particularly handsome to call their own for the night yet... granted none of them had to be rescued yet either though. No matter, she followed Russell towards the bar, if only it weren't a lame ass soda bar. Then they could REALLY have some fun. She still had a bit of southern comfort left at least.

She chuckled when he asked what she was doing here, his words buzzing against her ear, it tickled. "Same thing you are... trying to have fun.. dance.... maybe meet someone." She said locking eyes with him on the last part.

"I'm Faith Thompson." She told him proudly watching as he shrunk to closer to her height as he sat. She took a small swig from her flask and then laughed right out loud when he asked how a girl her AGE got in. Typical. She couldn't say she was surprised. "Well most people 18 years of age can get in." She told him with an amused smirk on her face. She wasn't offended, but rather amused.

"What is someone like you doing here? A super hero hanging out in a lame club?" She used super hero lightly, playing with the words and making light of the rather, disgusting, situation he had to save her from. Granted, there was a good chance, if he was living in Piolet Ridge, that he was a mutant with super human capabilities, she was after all.

[Russell Serrano]

Russell was almost too busy looking at the girl to even care what her age was, but it struck him funny that she said she was eighteen. At least she was within the legal age limits if they decided to take this a little further than it had to go. He had to admit, she was pretty hot, especially for being someone so young. His mind went south and he started to think what the last girl in bed with him was. She certainly didn’t match up to this little beauty. On top of it all, she sounded southern, which was a huge turn on for him. He felt himself twinge again. He gave a laugh, his eyes amused by her correcting his mistake.

She also had a pretty name, one common among girls who were from Christian families. He didn’t know what they had hoped to ensure in their daughter, but Faith was not a name that fit this little damsel. He noticed the flask right away and knew what was in it. You didn’t bring a flask to a club which still being a minor for drinking filled with milk or some other drink, it just never happened. He didn’t say anything, preferring not to get in trouble with the possibilities of getting caught with alcohol.

He laughed even louder when she made a joke of the situation he had rescued her from. Rus had thought about knocking the guy out and showing him some sense by dumping him in the dumpster, but that wouldn’t have done any good at all. “Oh well you know, trying to find beauties such as yourself and possibly get screwed,” he said bluntly. He saw no reason to lie to this girl. Faith looked like the kind of person who wanted to have a fun time and lying about coming here to get some ginger ale was extremely boring. “Regular guy stuff.”

[Faith Thompson]

Faith nearly chocked on her drink when he flat out said that he wanted to get screwed. She had a feeling that he ment it quite literally and now has his mind up her dress and around all her curves. She smirked. Such a silly boy, you never flat out said that if you wanted tail from the girl you were talking to. That made him look like a womanizing douche bag and though she was quite the man eater herself, she liked to play games and would not be such an easy prize to win.

"Regular guy stuff... praying on girls who you think are minors too?" She asked with a raised brow letting herself fall in closer to him. "that could make you look pretty bad you know... but i'm sure there are quite a few here if that's your taste." She smirked, teasing. She knew that he wasn't a pedophile and Faith DID look young but she didn't act young, or at least she didn't think she did. She let her hands rack through his hair. She was a tease. "You know... you might not think i am... but i'm a good girl... if you're looking for someone to sleep with tonight you're talking to the wrong lady." She buzzed the words against his ears, letting them linger before pulling away and letting her arms slip down.

Yes, Faith was a whore, but she still had a reputation and she still wasn't easy. She was never easy, she slept with boys she deemed worthy or ones she needed to sleep with to ruin people's lives. SHe was queen bee after all and she knew how to medel, and nothing was more effective than playing within the heartstrings always made for the most menacing of songs.

[Russell Serrano]

Russell had to laugh. He had made her choke on her drink, which made his life a whole lot better. She had turned her head to him, her attention on him. He, of course, didn’t care what kind of reputation he got out of being honest. “Now, now, whoever said I wanted to get screwed by someone who might be inexperienced?” he asked, a lit of teasing in his tone. He knew this girl was a good little Christian girl, yeah, that’s why she out in the club dressed the way she was. “And yes, I do realize what how I sound, but better to sound like a douche bag then have the girl find out later. So, she can make up her mind if she really wants to go for him instead of regretting everything later.”

He may like to screw girls, even they were a few years under 18, and he had morals. He had told every girl that line, that he was there to get screwed and it was the entire truth. There was one thing he hated most and that was getting lied to. That made him angry and that gave him a headache, even after all of his training, he still managed to knock out a few girls and guys from them pissing him off. This girl was a tease, but he didn’t let her know that he was extremely interested. If anything, he had great control of his mask and it was a mask of disinterest. When she ran her hands through his hair and over his shoulders, he did nothing, holding his eyebrows at her. “Yes a girl, that’s why you come into a club filled with disgusting men looking like that and carrying around a flask filled with alcohol even though your underage. And don’t tell me that it’s some tasty drink that’s totally legal, no one ever walks into a club with something like that. They hide it better,” Rus said, a smirk on his face. He had called her out on it, even though he wasn’t planning on doing that in the first place.

Then again, he had no doubt that she wasn’t going to bed with him. He wasn’t really looking to screw this one, even though she had enough curves to make him drool for months. He was merely interested in her. She was a contradiction of sorts. Lying and saying she was a good girl, even she walks in like she owns the place and dresses in this little number, not to mention to bring alcohol underneath all the bouncers noses and drink it. Girl good indeed.

[Faith Thompson]

Faith could feel her fumes bubbling. She had to concentrate really hard not tu just turn into an electric pulse and go through everything and anything electrical and electronic and fry all of it. How dare this guy talk to her like this! How dare he have no manners at all and treat her like some hussy! Hero indeed she'd take back that compliment if she could and now she was almost cursing him for not letting the other guy grind up against her a little longer. SHe knew someone else would have come to save her and it would have been someone better than this clown!

When he started personally insulting her he drove her even more insane. Fury was shining in her pretty green eyes and rage was boiling through her blood ready to tip at any moment. He didn't stop. His insult poured like wine, staining her ego and getting under her skin burning her to the core. Before she could even blink she found her hand coming up and slapping him hard across his face showing him just who was boss, at least in her mind. No one insulted her and got away untarnished, especially no one who saw themselves so highly as this boy seemed to.

Russell and Faith were one in the same, both playing the face of disinterest when their curiosity was far more potent. But for ego's sake Faith turned on her heels. She didn't need him... though she was interested, he was one of the few boys who didn't just fall at her feet. But she wouldn't lay down her crown, not without at least a little bit of respect.

[Russell Serrano]

Russell had been slapped before. Running his hand up a waitress’s skirt or flirting with a married women. Hell, he had been in more fights than he could remember. So the slap Faith had administered hadn’t really fazed him, even though it hurt like hell. He could almost see an electrical current running around her entire body and wondered if she was Meta. He continued to watch her walk away, men from both sides of him laughing silently into their hands like a bunch of school girls. He was slightly embarrassed that he let that little piece of ass walk away from him. But, he wasn’t going to fall and trip over his feet just to please her like the other guys seem to do.

And of couse, when one is completely bored, you find yourself watching the person who had hurt you. He watched her interact with her friends, no doubt replaying what he had said and how hot he was. He shouldered someone’s hand, and ignored some of the girls that had their eyes on him. He was only going for her and damnit, if he didn’t have her at the end of the night, he might just go out and find some kind of relationship. The old bloke entered the picture, grinding on some poor girl, who was pushing him away. He was on his feet now, and Faith’s attention was anywhere but the older man. He was fat and sweaty.

And possibly had too many to drink. He walked into tables and knocked over drinks on other patrons. This had to stop. She finally noticed him and cringed, not moving from where she was. He watched a bit longer until he walked up to him. He grabbed the man by the collar, thus breaking the contact he had with Faith. He stared into the man’s eyes and knocked him, which wasn’t something he did in public, but this man needed to be thrown out. He handed him over to the bouncer and walked back to the girls, “Are you alright?” he asked in a low husky voice, which he knew was sexy.

[Faith Thompson]

Faith had done exactly what Russell thought she would, she went right to her minions and told and bragged a bit and then said how he just wanted to bed her and that WAS NOT classy. The other girls nodded and told Faith she did the right thing, a couple of them eyeing Russell thinking that he was free meat now and for the taking, Faith wouldn't have any issues finding anyone else anyway. Though, besides Russell, someone else still had eyes for the small female.

The same guy who had tried to grind up against her before was back and drunker than the first time. He was disgusting, he smelled of stale beer and vomit and his body was sweaty and hot. Feeling his hands grab her waste she cringed deeply and pulled away but he was sloppy and as much as he was using the girl to dance with, he was using to stabilize himself as well.

Like a shot Russell was back, saving her, again. Embarrassing. She could feel her face flush red, her ego bruised. Damn disgusting fat guy ruining her game! She watched as Russell knocked him to the ground and then the bouncer came to take care of it. It was kind of hot watching him fight but she'd never admit it. Violence was not something she condoned.... unless... it was a slap, that was different.

Faith let him approach her and nodded, her eyes on the ground. "Yes... thanks." She said blushing at his husky voice. Jeeze, he was hot and her little teenage genes could hardly take it no mater how virtuous she wanted her friends to view her. "Damn it... Now I guess I have to be nice to you." She said her voice low like his, her southern accent bleeding through. She pulled him close. "You're my body guard for the night. Consider yourself on probation though."

She wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of her owing him anything or being on his terms. He'd be on her terms if it killed him. She'd make sure of that and employing him was a good start.

[Russell Serrano]

Russell had to laugh. Violence wasn’t something she seemed to like and he was there saving her ass in front of her friends. And there she was again, she was on his terms, he had saved her ass twice from the same guy. And her being embarrassed and all flushed, well it was cute and it made his night. He smirked at her, leaning against the wall. He had to laugh again, her friends were checking him out, their eyes running the full length of his body, which he lounged out for them to see. He raised his eyebrows at the word probation. His chest was shaking a third time. This girl was funny. He could tell that her hormones were going crazy, when he had used that voice.

“Hm, I’m not sure if I like that Faith,” he said, approaching her. He bent down to her shoulder, his chin resting on it. His cheek was no longer red, and his eyes shined in the light. He wanted to tease her some more, make her squirm. She wasn’t going to get anywhere with him if she employed him as her body guard. No Russell didn’t like that at all. He brushed a little bit of hair from her fair and blowed gently into her ear. “I don’t like that at all. Now if I were your date, maybe I could play the damned hot hero and keep all the disgusting men away from your perfect little body. What do you say?”

She could either give in or refuse him. Either way, he was fine with it. Her friends were hot enough and seemed like they were blonde as well, easy to seduce. He could always go after one of them, perhaps make her jealous and angry. Angry sex was the best!

[Faith Thompson]

WHY WASN'T HE PLAYING HER GAME?! She wanted to KILL him when he put his head on her shoulder, his breath was driving her crazy, his voice, his words, his closeness, the way he smelled musky and sexy and GOD! She wanted to jump him! But perhaps that was part of the buzz she'd worked up, or maybe because he was just as sick and challenging as she was. She'd never had anyone challenge her so much and to say she didn't like it would be a lie... and girls like Faith didn't lie.

"What do I say?" She asked, a small amused chuckle in her voice, masking her inner thoughts quite well. "Well, well, Russell..." He wasn't going to be her employee at all, he wouldn't let that happen and seemed clever enough to know what employment meant. Body guard wasn't a pet name. "Date huh?" She chuckled again moving with him slowly to the music. "You be my date, keep the other men away, make my friends jealous and everyone else more so... seems like a great deal for me but... we both know you wouldn't do anything if there wasn't a hefty prize in it for you." She said pointing out the obvious, he was too smilar to her and arm candy wasn't prize enough. "Tell me." she buzzed against his ear, "What is it you'd want?" Sex would be to obvious, she was truly interested in what he'd come up with.

[Russell Serrano]

She was challenging him. Russell was always up for a good game and this girl was offering it. Priceless. She was considering his offer; he knew that sex was somewhere in her employed offer, but to be called a body guard is like being called ugly, it just didn’t work with him. He wondered if he was driving her insane, maybe a little wet insane. He had that type of effect on women, especially if they were younger and their hormones were everywhere.

He gave a knowing smirk, thinking of a way to do this. And then it hit him. He pulled a seat to hers, his mouth right by her ear. “You, me, in candle light on a bed. But of course, everything I will leave to your imagination.” It wasn’t the most provocative answer, but what he was about to do would reward him with a breathy sigh or another slap in the face. He took her ear into his mouth and let his tongue play with it a little before letting go. He could see envious looks and this he was proud of. He blew some more into her ear now that he had just wetted it and grinned.

He stood up straight; stretching his arms above his head, giving those who were paying attention to him a little peek at the tone muscled on his stomach. He wasn’t shy and if there hadn’t been a no shirt policy, he probably would have already taken it off. “What do you think cher?” he asked, in another low husky voice.

[Faith Thompson]

She could see the danger in his eyes, the want, the playfulness, the lust... He wasn't exactly hiding it, he wasn't trying and she wasn't exactly hiding it at this point either. She felt electricity with him, and that wasn't just her gifts running a muck this time. There were natural sparks, the uninfluenced kind and it would appear that she had finally met her match.

She smirked when he answered, and he answered in a way that she quite expected a man like him to answer. Always sex, that's always what they wanted. Faith would play, but he would not be getting lucky tonight, no no, she was far to amused by him to give it all up that quickly. She wanted to play with him for longer, sink her nails into him, poison him slowly. She opened her mouth to answer but was quickly shut up when he made his move, her body giving into him upon impulse and a breathy sigh coming from her mouth. "You drive a hard bargain." She said closing her eyes for a moment trying to regain herself. Finally, he let go and got up, she was thrilled for her sake that he'd stopped there.

She couldn't help but peak at his stomach when he reached up his arms, good lord, this wasn't even fair now. "I think..." She said pulling him close to her again, she was already getting jealous of the eyes checking him out, he was hers right now and she wasn't planning on sharing. "I think that... i'm not a slut and i'm not sleeping with you... but... to say that you don't interest me would be a lie..." She ran her hands through his hair again before leaning in and softly kissing him. "First, i'd like to know who exactly Russell Serrano..." She said his name softly, slowly, buzzing against his lips.