A Stubborn Stain to Scour [Sidra]

[Sidra Cotton]

"Seriously?" Someone kissed him without his permission. "You do know that's considered sexual assault, right?" Though she was pretty positive Dylan wasn't a complete moron, sometimes (most of the time) people disappointed her.

Shifting her weight to the other foot, Sidra leaned against the other side of the door frame as she watched the rum roll out the door and off to find it's chewer to torment them for not being respectful. She never had to worry about gum going after her because of him, she never chewed it. Not with the custom fangs. It would ruin them she was sure, and the aesthetic of having them was more important to her than the momentary cow-chewing-cud motion of comping on gum.

Since the gum had gone off, and she had yet again gotten praise from the grouch of a janitory, Sidra visibly preened. "Indeed, my father did well raising us. Though I think you would likely try to maim my brother." Not her sister though, but Thad had this thing about glitter... and not picking up after himself. "But my dad, he's all kinds of awesome." Yup, daddy's girl to the fullest. Modern goth, but still a daddy's girl. "You'd probably get along with him, he's not too keen on people being idiots either. But then he sees the aftermath of it all the time."

Beneath her corset and skin, Sidra's stomach decided to (quietly) let her know it was time to get something to eat. A burger from The Vortex sounded awesome, but that was in Atlanta, too far away. Far too far away.

"Look, I gotta get something to eat, you're welcome to come along or not. Up to you, but I need a burger in the worst damn way."

[Dylan Black]

"I know. But physical assault apparently even constitutes beating someone repeatedly with a tub of vanilla icecream." Dylan replied with a grumble, reminding himself that he was now banned from that particular grocery store. Okay so throwing frozen goods and punches in public probably wasn't his brightest idea, but the stupid smug assbag getting a black eye was worth it.

Dylan wasn't a fan of gum either. It made a horrible wet slapping noise as the jaw opened and shut, and it made him think of the girls he ran into at the mall when he needed new jeans. The ones that wore bright pink miniskirts and showed thongs. Gag. What was with the world now orbiting around showing as much of your sexual organs as legal. He wrinkled his nose at the thought.

"As long as your brother isn't at the school, I wont need to deal with him." He said simply, dropping the scraper back down into the pot and scratching his chin. "My Dad is a manager of an office electronics company. Servers." He shrugged. It wasn't that he hated his dad, he was just anything like what Dylan was. He did tense his jaw at the idea of 'getting along' with anyone, but then, he was getting along with Sidra, so it would make sense it would reflect back to her dad.

Burger. Hm.

Dylan took one glance at the rest of his work, checked the clock, then shrugged. "Only if I don't have to breathe near the idiot populace." He said, wheeling the cart round the back of the desk and grabbing the keys to lock the classroom till after his early lunch break was done.

He did pause at the idea of ugh... socialising, but the idea of being away from the classroom with someone who apparently hated everything at least half as much as he did was... a nice thought. Knocking his shades down over his face, he fished in his pocket for his car keys. "Don't expect a fucking taxi all the time, but I know a good quiet place that does good fast food." He admitted. "Don't get shit over the car seats, don't vomit, don't get crumbs in the carpet, don't suddenly ovulate." He listed the rules off on his thumb.

"Oh. Don't touch the stereo, either."