last friday night (russ)

[Russell Serrano]

Russell knew he got it. It was easy to see the lust in her own eyes. He hadn’t tried to hide it from her, where would the fun be? Luckily, he hadn’t gotten slapped by the girl. It seemed to him that she was having as much as he was. He watched her peek at his stomach. He knew it was toned, that’s because he spent an hour in the gym doing everything. He made sure his body was in peak condition for stuff like this. His answer may have been obvious, but what he did probably made her turn back. She had a moment’s look that she wanted him to continue, but he didn’t want to get too physical in front of her friends, who looked slightly disturbed while others took an interest in what they were doing.

“Aw, did you lose your composure?” he asked, giving her a light smirk. “I do not, be my date, screw me and never see me again. How is that a hard bargain? But if you really want to pass this up…” He ran his hand up his chest, catching his shirt and letting her see a little more than the toned stomach. When she pulled him close, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that was appreciation. So, she did get jealous easily, he would have to keep that in mind.

“Now, I never said you were a slut,” Rus said evenly. “And I can’t act a little disinterested, you’re too hot to pass up cher,” he said. He felt her lips close on her and closed his eyes more a moment, savoring her taste. But that was all he was going to give her. He pulled up, not breaking her hold on him, but breaking the kiss. “I am just a regular Meta guy attracted to the females at this table.” That induced a giggle out of some of her friends. Let’s see how Faith dealt with that.

[Faith Thompson]

She gave him a mocking smirk back, getting more playful with him. "If you don't do that then what do you do?" She asked raising a brow, "You hardly seem like the type to stick around for more than a night or two so though I do not want to pass this up... give me a good reason to say yes... other than your body." She said giving him a half compliment, she knew his ego must have been huge. A guy like him, boasting confidence, showing his body, had to have a huge ego and she wasn't just talking about the one in his jeans.

His change in tone took her back for a moment, he didn't seem to like the word slut. She smiled when he changed his tone again though, stating the obvious.

When he broke the kiss she nearly killed him. She really was hating this dominance struggle she was having with him... it was making her really hate him. He wasn't letting her be the leader and that wasn't Faith's game. Not with this. With this she was always in control and never dropped that role. Then he went a step further and for the first time in a long time talked loud enough for her friends to hear. She had nearly forgotten about them.

She could hear with the giggles and she didn't like it. She looked at the girls for a moment, not glaring, not mean, smirking even, friendly even, but they knew not to cross Faith's sweet little face. Any acknowledgement at all was bad acknowledgement when she was hunting. "You guys should go dance." She suggested with a giggle in her voice. "What are you guys sitting here for? There's so many cute guys!" This seemed to get at least a couple of them to move, they'd forgotten that they weren't here to spy on Faith. Several remained at the table going back to their own conversations.

Pleased, Faith turned back to him. "A meta guy.... let me guess..." She said looking at him. "Pyro?" he seemed like that type. "Can you guess what i am?" She asked kissing him again, this time deeper, running her hand through his hair letting a small spark hit him, a nice little shock to the heart to get the blood flowing. She then pulled away, but only slightly, breaking the kiss.

[Russell Serrano]

Possessive. He liked it. He watched some of her friends scatter and the other turned their attention away from them. So her friends knew who was boss and when she claimed him, though not verbally, they turned away. No more giggles or second placed girl. He tucked some hair behind his ears wondering where this beautiful girl was going to take the conversation. He felt another kiss on his lips and grinned through it. So she thought he was a pyro, he supposed it would fit him if he actually had a thing for fire, but he didn’t.

“You may have something to do with electricity.” It sent his heart jarring, but he didn’t let on that a little shock had completely aroused him. Maybe something to do with his sadistic mind setting. “I actually have psionic mind. I can knock people out or may even kill them.” He kissed her a little bit deeper, grazing his teeth along her lip.

“Tell me, what’s a good southern girl doing in a place like this? It reeks of man sweat and whores. Of course, we would have never met if it hadn’t been for the man sweat, but curiosity killed the cat and I take it that mommy and daddy don’t know that you’re a virgin then.” He said it bluntly, looking into her green eyes. They held so much emotion and he couldn’t wait to start to stare into those while they were alone…

He wondered what he would do if another man hit on her, they weren’t in a relationship and he sure as hell wasn’t looking for one. But it seemed to him that she wanted to date him and become something like fuck buddies. He thought of his hot roommate, something he shouldn’t be doing in the presence of a beautiful woman, and thought how great she was in bed. They had broken it in after two weeks of beating around the bush, a literal term for him. His attention turned back to the golden haired girl, waiting for some kind of answer.

[Faith Thompson]

Not a pyro? That was incredibly surprising, she really thought she had him pegged but then again her powers didn't lay in the recognition area. So he was psionic mind oriented. Interesting, it sure explained how easily he'd taken down that bigger guy earlier and she couldn't say she wasn't interested. She could only imagine heated arguments between them, the danger that lie between his eyes, so easily he could knock her out or kill her but he wouldn't. Flirting with danger wasn't something good girls did, but then again Faith was not a very good girl... at least not tonight. Though in her mind she was doing him a favor, perhaps he'd fall for her and she'd show him the light... therefore this is a good deed. She was such martyr.

"You're right... Electric Form... I can literally turn into a current and travel through wires... fry your computer... but i can also give little shocks as well." She said with a smirk. " She wasn't stupid, she knew that that little shock would effect him, it always worked, it was one of the few things she sincerely enjoyed about her powers and spent a lot of time perfecting to get just the right amount of shock, not to hurt, but a love nip if you will. A little signature.

She chuckled when he started talking again not liking him bringing up that she wasn't a virgin but she'd made that clear to him and could admit when she had her own fault. "Curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back." She retorted, "And just because i'm a good girl doesn't mean i don't like to have fun... i get bored... and the boys at Hammel are so boring I guess i'm ready for someone a little more... mature." She said eyeing him again.

She did let her eyes drop thinking back at her parents. She hated that he brought them up and was having trouble dropping it even after a few moments. At first it had pissed her off, now it was still bugging her. "My father's a pastor." She laughed not knowing why she told him. Well that was stupid. "Sorry... you really don't need to know that."

[Russell Serrano]

This girl wanted dominance. They were playing the game back and forth for about forty five minutes. When it seemed like he would actually win, her face and body language got extremely serious. He was being a dick for bringing up that she wasn’t a virgin and was mildly surprised that she didn’t slap him. She only looked down. He wasn’t about to step down and let her play queen to make her happy, but he did know the best way to comfort her. Looking for someone mature indeed. He cocked his head, the mass hair on his head obscuring one eye.

“Boring huh? Interesting,” he said, sitting down not far from her. It seemed to him that she was actually turning this game into a conversation. Good, he was tired of play cat and mouse. When she told him her father was a pastor, he wasn’t surprised. “I know that. Well, what I mean is, I kind of guessed that already. Southern Christian girl, your father was bound to be something from a police man to a pastor.” It didn’t alarm him, but it seemed to upset her a little bit more.

She gave a laugh, to him it sounded humorless. “That’s alright. Look Faith, if you need someone to talk to, I’m here. I know what it’s like to have shitty parents. I am not just here to go fuck some random girl, though I probably made that clear more than once I wanted too, it’s not going to kill me not to get laid tonight.” He didn’t know what he was saying, but it was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. He had always wanted to be there when there were younger ones or even older ones that had shitty lives and paid dearly for it. It was always his little love spot in his heart.

[Faith Thompson]

She watched him carefully, he knew that? She really wasn't as good at hiding as she thought... the guilt was starting to fall in. SHe knew that she shouldn't sleep around, and she'd die if anyone knew just how much she did it or that she did it at all. Her whole reputation was built around not only beauty and brains but being classy and a good role model... or at least that's how she really thought people saw her. The mean things she did were just for other people's good after all.. she was just so... giving. Putting herself, and hurting her self being cruel for the benefit of others? SHe was a saint.

Oh great, now she was the sad little girl to him with awful parents. "Well, my parents aren't shitty... just..." He sighed and shook her head. Every family had their problems. Her parents were wonderful people but the nagging feeling of wanting to know her biological family was just getting worse every single day which was making this conversation just difficult on its own. She mailed out a request for her original birth certificate over a week ago and still hadn't heard anything.... she needed to see that document. Get a name at least. A starting point.

"Listen... I don't need someone feeling sorry for me... But if you want to talk, really, and not because you think i'm sad or pathetic or whatever then we can... otherwise.... I don't want to waste your time."

[Russell Serrano]

Russell raised his eyebrows at this rambling girl. Had he said he pitied her? No. He just understood what it felt like to want to live up in your parents eyes, but that was impossible for him, he didn't know where his mother was and his father had definitely disappeared off the ends of the earth. He wanted to find his mother, he wanted to make ends meet with her, but it was so hard from the past. She was always drunk with a random guy over, that didn't much to win your son's love.

"I never said I felt sorry for you or even pitied you. I just know how you feel. I want to live up in my parents eyes, but I can't can I? No, because my mother is a fucking drunk and my father never stuck around. Now, I don't think your sad, or pathetic. You twist my words into your little game. Faith, I am not that kind of guy, you don't realize that. Goddamnit, you aren't wasting my time. If you were, I would be playing this cat and mouse game with some other girl, and trust me when I say this, they wouldn't be as good as you are," he growled. Russell didn't normally throw a fit if someone was doing the pity me thing, but this girl was different.

"Now that I've cleared that from my system, we can talk. If you want to talk about your father being a pastor and not in terms with what you do, even if your 18, then talk away. No one will bother us. Your friends are too scared of you to approach me and the disgusting me in this bar saw what I did to him. We could always go back to my place to talk as well," Russell said with in sexual indication in his voice.

[Faith Thompson]

Faith was shocked that he'd taken her words so to heart. She hadn't expected him to take such an interest or really want to know her past her breasts. She looked into his eyes, trying to figure him out, trying to know him. He either was actually being sincere or just played this game so many times that he'd become an oscar deserving actor. But she truly thought it was the first one.

She listened to what he said about his parents and frowned. She wondered what her parents, her real parents were like, if they were drunks, if her biological father knew she existed, if her biological mother ever spared a thought about her. She hoped they were good people, actually she hoped they weren't, if they were good, then it was definitely something wrong with her, with the pregnancy that made them give her up, if they were horrible it'd be easier. Good people would want to know her wouldn't they? She sighed. She just wanted to know them.

"Not being able to live up to your parents expectations is... heard breaking." She said and looked down. "My mother is worse than my father... because well.... I'm adopted and she can't handle that... I mean she wanted me but she hates that I'm not hers, fully... It kills me that I'll never know who my biological family is... I haven't ever even seen my birth certificate... she's afraid of them."

She was shocked she was sharing so much with him. But she trusted him, strangely enough she really trusted him.

"I wouldn't mind going back to your place."