Always being somebody else (Victoire)

[Victoire Lavergne]

Damn him. Victoire had to pull back what with a hand daring to snatch at her tongue. She was used to tasting quite a few different things, but the taste of hand she could do without. Now just hopefully this hadn't screwed up the drawing... "I only let boys try to rip out my tongue with their teeth," Well that wasn't smooth, or conservative...

Victoire attempted to be patient with Brendan's staring. She casually looked around, making sure no one important was watching. There was some creepy old man across the cafe who was, well, creeping her out. He had obviously caught a strategic view of her breasts himself. Wonderful... Alright, now Brendan was taking a bit too long of a 'glimpse.' Victoire used her right hand to adjust her top, non-verbally teeling him that that was enough. The irony? Adjusting her top sent down a cute jiggle.

So he loves teases? Well, I suppose that is a good thing... All guys do, but we all also know that if you really do attempt to get into a relationship with a tease you're in for hell. As far as between Victoire and Brendan, however, Brendan enjoying teases has to be a plus. Even if nothing were to progress between the two, Victoire will be having a hell of a lot of fun.

Okay. Now she was about to feel terrible, but she had to test him. Did he really have a relationship, and if he did, was he really into it? Victoire cocked her head, allowing her hair to dance over her chest, in what she thought was a sexy pattern. "I know I'm building up some hopes," Victoire agreed, then paused and smiled slowly. "But who said I was crushing any?" Annnddd scene!

As Brendan continued to toy with the the waitress and attempt to convince herself to kiss the god damned boo-boo of his, Victoire once again merely rolled her eyes and waited for him to finish his drawing. Wait was that an outline for a- oh nevermind, the shading wasn't right. Even though Brendan began to laugh terribly hard at her shot at his balls, Victoire could only bring herself to smirk and roll her eyes for a second time. This was more stupid than funny.

"I'm fooling you..?"

[Brendan James]

Brendan laughed. “Teeth you say?” He said with a smirk. “Well… I’d have to ask if it was ok, but I’m sure with a little convincing or possibly a little booze, the answer would be yes.” Yes, he was talking about Vin. Though, in all honesty, Bren doubted it would take all that much convincing. Just so long as Vin could be involved too. Too bad the older man wasn’t being serious. Because he is, without a doubt, against sharing.

When she pulled her shirt, Bren looked up at her face, pouting his lips at her. He’d been enjoying the show. Why had she cut it early? Probably his staring. But it was her own fault really. She had put them on display after all. Oh well though. At least he’d gotten a good long look at them. And with a smile, he said “They’re rather nice by the way.” Very obviously complimenting her… form.

Another line here, another line there. He was keeping his drawing a little basic. But you have to understand, it’s an arm. If it were paper, he’d draw something more complex for her. But he worked with what he had. What he had being her body. Sorry, he made me throw that in.

With a coy smile, Brendan glanced up from her arm. She really did look sexy like that. “Ok truth.” Loosing his focus from her arm for a moment, he let it go entirely and looked directly at the girl. “Victoire, you are, without a doubt, an incredibly sexy girl. And another time, another place, perhaps something could’ve happened…” He let himself trail off without giving details, allowing her to paint her own picture of what might have been. Whether it be one night together or something more. “Actually, I would like to think something most definitely would’ve happened. But I am a devoted man. So, even though I sit here and shamelessly flirt with a beautiful women thinking about what could be if I weren’t in a relationship, nothing is going to happen.”

He then took hold of her arm again, doing a few more lines, here and there. “My warning still stands though. Building up hopes then crushing them could be risky.” With another smile, he stared carefully at her arm. “It might lead to the man you met in café seeking you out if something were to happen and he found himself no longer in a relationship.” Not that that would happen. The world would sooner end than Brendan and Vincent break up. But she’d been trying to tempt him this whole time. So he was allowing himself to tease her.

“And yes, you are fooling me.” But he added no explanation as to why he said that.

“There, all done.” The drawing you ask? It was of two pairs of legs, four in total, tangled together. While the rest of the bodies were hidden by a sheet. With a proud smirk, he sat back in his chair and looked at her. “Well? What do you think?”

[Victoire Lavergne]

Ask if it was okay? Ask her permission? Oh if he ever did that then Victoire would just have to get out her cat-o-nine tails! Brendan would be the greatest cowed boy ever should he commit that dating sin. In fact, Brendan would be the first guy Victoire ever kept around just to show off to her friends. It would be cute, fun almost. And hey, perhaps he could be so well trained that he could be approved to date little Cleo!

Brendan is lucky he's an artist. Else he would've recieved a tap in the crotch for complimenting her form. "Too bad the melon-bar doesn't take anything but VIPs." Translation: Goodluck getting any better of a view than that, babe. Her foot swung back and forth, gently brushing against Brendan's leg, warning him off of the topic of her pair of womanly features. Seriously, not in public, Brendan. At least buy a girl a drink first, or invite her over!

Funny though, Brendan's staring did draw an honest question. "Brendan, what do you think of a girl with a tattoo on her ti- breasts?" Oops. That came out wrong. See, Victoire was renowned for being an absolute *ahem* slut at night but she does have a desire to be taken to refined dinners, treated like a princess. It is insanely attractive to be treated as a goddess infront of everyone, perhaps causing a little envy, being told she was so lucky to be playing out a dreamy stereotypical movie scene... Yes, even this twenty-one-year-old-at-heart who seems to only be into switching from light drugs to partying, to drinking, to wild nightly stands, wishes for that knight in shining armor. Yet after her magical Cinderella date Victoire slips into the devils hands. Ravage her. Let her kiss you from crown to soul. Allow her to use every feminine wile she has to make your sickest desire come alive. Give her permission to reward you for your work, hour after hour. This nymph will overcome you with her creativity, her unforeseen nimbleness, the utterly inhumane use of her own body. Forfeit control and she will fill the sexual air with her nicotine. If you can give this woman a perfect day then at night she is remade by Aphrodite herself, beyond the works of even the beautiful Cleopatra. Attempt to imagine this, this woman dedicating herself to the euphoria of a single man for but a night...

Reality check. "... Like, would you think a tattoo on my breast be attractive or unnatural? Would you assume she is a slut?" Victoire completed her phrase, completely sincere in her question.

She felt sort of empty without Brendan's grasp on her arm. It had become so familiar. Alone is a better word. Victoire met his gaze dead on. It was refreshing having him look at her eyes and not at what all the boys seemed to think were her eyes. When he mentioned something happening between them she smirked and shook her head. Not so much in disbelief, but in a touch of hilarity. That slowly vanished, however. "You're serious..." Victoire slowly said, finally managing to comprehend what he had been telling her all along. She was a bit stunned right now, her stomach turning as if she were about to puke and her gaze now drifting downward, ashamed. "God, I've been a fucking common whore, flirting with you and being an utter cock-tease."

Even as she felt so terrible about herself Victoire did manage to find light. She was similar to most people in the sense that she could put up a false bravado which she could make herself believe, until she was alone. She could pout then. Victoire looked back up to Brendan and granted a soft smirk, "Its a good thing your girl hasn't shown up, else you'd be in the middle of a catfight!" She couldn't help but giggle. Brendan would so enjoy that.

Victoire was relieved when he took back control of her arm. Dammit. She forgot to peek. Anyway, he had more to say. Basically that she was in line. Great. Besides this, she found herself repeating herself, this time a bit more forceful, "How am I fooling you?" This was honestly becoming a bit annoying.

She looked intently at her arm, now with a fresh drawing upon it. Victoire burst out laughing. She had been fooled again! Well, half-fooled. She had gotten sex drawn upon her in a different form this time. Victoire looked up at Brendan, humor deep set in her eyes, the brain having used its excellent capability to forget bad things already, and she bit her tongue. "You're an idiot," She said between fading fits of laughter. Victoire reached over and thwack'd him on the shoulder, playfully. If you saw these two from a mile away you could tell the girl had a major crush. "I can't believe I'm letting you get away with this... Somehow, I swear I'll get revenge." Victoire placed her glove back on, covering up the legs. At least now it didn't look so goofy, and she could hide it for when she went a-skyping tonight.

"Hm," Victoire paused to think. "Now that you've drawn me something I guess I should show you something that I can do..."

[Brendan James]

A tap? Just a tap? A tap he could handle. A tap could even be fun sometimes. And unsurprisingly, he’d gotten much worse than a tap before. And he was sure he’d suffer more than a tap in the future too.

With a smirk on his face, he leaned close. “It’s just too damn bad this VIP isn’t available for grabs. Otherwise, we’d be having a much different conversation.” The pressure of her foot did convey the exact message she was trying to send. But he still couldn’t rid his face of the smirk. He felt like he was getting to her a bit. Maybe getting under her skin. When they parted ways, he was confident that he’d be in her thoughts for awhile. She would be in his for a while after all.

Her question baffled him to be quite honest. A woman with a tattoo on her breast? What in the world did that have to do with anything. The man shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know why any tattoo should matter. It wouldn’t make me treat a person any differently.” As for her ideal way of being treated, that how Brendan usually treated the girls he dated. That’s what they wanted and he was willing to do that for them. Vin was different though. He was a guy. But even as a guy, Bren would’ve done all those things for him too. Vincent didn’t buy into it though. So, the older man saw no point.

“A slut?” The man shook his head. “Not at all. As for attractive… It would depend on what it is and the artistry put into it.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “But in all fairness, I have a tattoo on the left side of my chest.” Without hesitation, Brendan lifted his shirt at their table, revealing a little Tweety Bird on his left peck. He wasn’t ashamed of the mistake he’d made long ago. Mistake because it’d been for an ex. After having his shirt lifted for a good few minutes, to be sure Victoire had gotten a good enough look, Bren put his shirt back down and into place. “So if you really do have a tattoo on your breast, I’m not one to judge. But it wouldn’t bother me.”

Her reaction surprised Brendan. She was only just now grasping it? She was only just now understanding what he’d been saying? And she seemed to be… Reaching for her hand, Bren tried to get her to relax. “Victoire, it’s fine. Just… Yeah, I have somebody. But you weren’t the only one flirting.” He gave her hand a little squeeze. “I was the one trying to get you to kiss my booboo.” He said with a smirk to show her everything thus far had been in good fun. “I was the one breaking my neck to get a good look at your… assets.” As he said that, he craned his neck again to sneak another peek, all while chuckling. “So really, if anybody is the whore here, it’s clearly me.” Not that Vincent had any reason to worry. Both men were just natural flirts. And they both liked pushing people to the edge.

Brendan wouldn’t correct her. Not when the girl said ‘your girl’. I mean… It is Vincent. Plus, she was right, Vincent would start a catfight. His boyfriend wasn’t too big on the rule of ‘Don’t hit girls’. And that reason alone, Brendan would think the fight was infinitely less hot. Two girls, great. A guy and girl? That’s just wrong. And then Bren would have to break it up so Vin didn’t go to jail. So instead, all he did was and nod. “I’d prefer that didn’t happen actually.”

With a chuckle, he looked down at her arm. So he was getting under her skin it seemed. At least the way she more forcefully asked her question indicated such. “Ok ok…” As he spoke, his eyes were trained on her arm. “Because. You won’t tell me straight. I was honest with you. That I have somebody. But if things were different, I’d be all over you. In a heartbeat.” Now he looked up, a smirk on his face. “You on the other hand. Keep going back and forth. You say you like men with balls, implying I don’t have any. And then you let your shirt slip down to give me a peek. Ask my opinion about tattoos on breasts. You darling, are sending mixed signals.” He turned back to her arm. “Makes me pity those poor men who might actually have a chance for something happening.” He meant this mostly as teasing. And the smile on his face indicated just that.

Leaning back in his chair and laughing to tears, Brendan simply nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I am an idiot.” And the hit to his arm only made him laugh more. This was it. Bren liked this girl. More than he liked most people. She was like him. Uncaring what people thought and just generally looking for a good time. People like her were the kind of people he wanted to surround himself with. “Uh huh, sure you will. I’ll make sure not to hold my breath and wait for it though.”

She was doing his on purpose, right? Her turn to show him something she could do? Do I really need to say where exactly his thoughts went? By now everybody in the free world should know. He tried to hide his snicker by turning it into a cough while moving his hand to cover his mouth, but he wasn’t sure it did the trick. So own up to it he would. “I’d love to see what you could do.”

[Victoire Lavergne]

"I don't think so," Was her only reply. No, they would not be having a different conversation if Brendan was available. There just might be a different result to it all. Words would stay the same, just the interpretations wouldn't.

Curious, how Brendan could jump straight into being serious and back again. Interesting, really. "Hm," Victoire murmured. All of what Brendan said and that's all she could say? Brilliant. Utterly brilliant. But that was before Brendan lifted his shirt. Cute mid-section. Not as boldly buff-tastic as she would have preferred, or had seen up close before, but not negligible. Then came his pecs. Nothing to see here...

And then she made her own mistake of allowing her eyes to fall upon his tattoo. Victoire dropped her entire head and burst out giggling once again, hand coming up to guard her mouth in order to protect herself from garnering too much attention. With a tear in her eye, Victoire looked back up at Brendan, dodging the searing stupidity the very image of his tattoo held. "Mom design your first tattoo?" She asked, unable to keep any dream of a straight face intact, as she burst out giggling once again. Brendan had never, ever, attempt to be a bad boy or bad ass around her, ever. Especially with his shirt off.

As soon as Brendan gave her hand a squeeze, Victoire felt less terrible about herself. Here he was, still gunning for kino. "But all guys are man-whores," Victoire exclaimed, sticking her tongue out, her bad mood past. When Brendan glanced again at her cleavage, Victoire had enough for a public place. Current artist or not, off went her foot to a less-than-kind but less-than-brutal venture to the man's mid-inner thigh.

"No?" Victoire questioned, mystified by Brendan's answer to her virtual offer of a catfight. Wasn't it every man's dream to have two gorgeous woman wrestling, tearing off eachother's clothes, screaming at eachother, all in his name? "Think I would beat her up too badly?"

... Brendan. Have you never flirted with a girl. They always send mixed signals. It is what makes it fun for them and difficult for you! Isn't it just wonderful? Victoire rolled her eyes, knowing this all, being a student of the social game as she was. "Well then I'll never stop fooling you," Victoire said mercilessly. "Or else that would stop half the fun!" She winked.

Hey! Was that a challenge? Did Brendan think Victoire couldn't get revenge? Oh, now it is on.

Oops. "You're such an idiot," Victoire shook her head and muttered, still with a smirk. She reached over to give him another shot at his arm. "I was thinking more like I could show you some of my soccer skills or music... Or... Yeah. One of those two."

She looked up at the clock. "Shit, I have to get going to work..." Victoire stood up and walked over to beside Brendan, fully expecting him to stand up for the exiting bonus kino chance.

[Brendan James]

He shrugged at her response. Brendan thoughts they’d be having a different conversation. At least in certain parts. For one, he wouldn’t have to continuously mention being in a relationship. For two, he could legitimately be trying to get to take her home. And three… Well, he couldn’t really think of any more, though he was sure there was.

And lets just say… he had been somewhat expecting her laugh. It was almost always the reaction he got from the tattoo on his chest. No matter how meaningful it had intended to be. For the girl he once considered proposing to. “No… She didn’t.” He said with a smile, putting his shirt back down. Then he pulled of the sleeve of his right arm, and showed Victoire the inside of his arm, revealing the name ‘Kathryn’ in cursive that took up his forearm. “She inspired that one though. When she died.” The smirk on his face said ‘nice job Vic, bringing up my dead mommy’. But on the inside, it still hurt. Thinking that he would never again see his mother. Sure, it’d been a year and a half, but it was still hard.

Laughing, he let her hand go, but after holding it a moment longer. “Yeah. We pretty much all are.” It was true. In some ways, Brendan supposed he could be considered a man-whore. Trying to get somebody to go home with him was a game he often played when he was single. But he wasn’t afraid of relationships and he’d had a number of them. But his non-relationships for outnumbered them. “But, I never treated any of the girls I slept with with anything less than dignity and respect. I think that sets me a part from the rest of them. At least a little, yeah?”

“Oh no… You see…” Shaking his head, he tried to think of a way to explain it without giving away what he’d yet to tell her. “Well, I’m not one for fights. Much more of a lover myself. Plus, with all the hair pulling and scratching and biting” because that’s how he imagined Vin just might actually fight “I’d hate to see either of you end up in jail.”

Smirking, Brendan leaned across the table. “That’s ok. I kinda like being fooled. Makes it all the more satisfying when I succeed.” See? Shameless flirting again. Victoire should never feel at fault for their ridiculous back and forth flirting. Because he is an instigator.

“Yes, I’m suuuch an idiot.” He said with a smirk. “An idiot you so badly wanna see naked though.” With a large confident smile, he just sat back in his chair. Let her hit him as much as she wants. It only reassured him more. He was beginning to think, while very different from most girls, perhaps in expressing attractive or affection, she was like most. A punch here, a slap there. “Well, I suppose I can settle for one of those skills yeah.”

When she stood, Bren grabbed the pen and a napkin, jotting something down, before standing too. “Well Victoire, it was great meeting you and making you fall for me.” He said with a chuckle, then wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a hug. With his hands at her back, as quick as he could he slipped the napkin into the back pocket, not trying to be discreet. Fully expecting to be hit, repeatedly, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek before backing away entirely. “My number’s on that napkin. Don’t be a stranger, got it?”

[Victoire Lavergne]

So everything seemed cool at first when she insensitively laughed at Brendan's cute little tattoo. That was until the idiot dropped a social bomb on her, flashing a tattoo- of a name, which Victoire couldn't help but disapprove of- to her then mentioning it was a tribute to his dead mother. Briefly she also couldn't help but think how that must be a good thing for his girlfriend. But that is too... Inappropriate. Unlike most people, who would have felt at least a bit bad for bringing up a touchy subject, Victoire was annoyed, on the verge of angry. "I didn't know," She grumbled while maintaining sharp eye contact. Although she attempted to keep her snappiness in check, she didn't come off as polite.

If Brendan treated girls well or not was a trait that could set him apart, but just saying such did nothing.

Huh. So Brendan not being into catfights seemed to be true. Thus, it isn't too far to think that he wasn't into seeing lesbians play and such, since that is part of where the desire to watch catfights comes from. This was actually a bit of a relief for Victoire. She had few problems with having her fun with the female gender, but seldom took joy in doing it solely for a guy. Sure, she had put on a show for a couple boyfriends but that was really for their pleasure. The moaning and everything had to be pretty dang fake too, especially since Victoire was always sure to bring in a girl who was just a couple points down from her level of hot-ness when she was showing off. Her boyfriend had better have his eyes on her ass even if there was another nude in the room.

"Succeed?" Victoire questioned, raising her brows. "Well that can't happen very often." Victoire smirked and shook her head. That was a step too far into the realm of the false.

Her smirk and head shaking continued to dominate as Brendan went on to talk about her dreaming of seeing him naked. Looks like they were talking a leisurely walk through the dark side of the yin-yang. "No... Just... No." She stated, trying to be adamant.

Once Brendan stood up to give her a hug, her arms immediately started to make a bee-line to around his neck, but then she corrected herself at the last moment to snuggle in with her arms inside of his own. Her eyes closed for a few moments, reveling in the moment. Inside of her closed eye lids Victoire rolled her eyes, in slight annoyance, when she felt her butt having a few fingers ran over it. Her annoyance was quelled once Brendan explained he was merely giving her his number. She opened her eyes to grant him the tiniest of additional eye-rolls.

Brendan quickly ducked away after the peck of a kiss and the ass feel-up. Victoire found that rather amusing. That wasn't even a proper grab! How could he be feeling bad after that? "Hey!" Victoire grabbed onto Brendan's shirt and pulled him back. "Get back here." For a second time her hands wrapped behind Brendan, but this time with a goal. Her hands went straight for a double-ass-grab, hard and fast.

Now it was her turn to duck away, although as she did so she made sure to run her right-hand fingernails along the underside of his left arm. That should give him a few chills. "Well... I should go..." Victoire said for a second time. The first time she practically knew he was going to hold her up for a few minutes, now it was just a faint hope. She began to slowly walk out.

[Brendan James]

With a laugh, Brendan shrugged off what would be widely as a social faux pas. As if his mother’s passing had been long enough ago that it no longer hurt to think of her. “I’m kidding Victoire. I mean… Well, she did pass. And this is a tattoo for her. But it’s no longer something that hurts.” Which was a lie he was willing to tell. Revealing an emotion like that was to big a faux pas for even him to commit. “But the Tweety Bird tattoo was for an ex. Somebody I almost proposed to. I’ve been thinking of going back though. Adding more to it. Say… A cage and Sylvester the cat reaching in and ripping it to shreds?” That might make it sound like the break-up had been bitter for him, but it wasn’t.

That’s where Victoire’s thought were wrong. Brendan quite liked lesbians. Granted, he didn’t flip out or become ridiculously excited by them as some men did. But that didn’t in the slightest mean he didn’t enjoy seeing certain actions take place. But catfights were childish. As was most forms of physical fighting. Unless one was talking about boxing or martial arts or related things. So long as it was used for exercise.

“Succeeding happens often. Quite often actually.” He said with a confident smile, leaning back in his chair. “Well… Happened rather. When I tried. Now I just get it regularly without even trying. Kinda nice.”

She may have been trying to be adamant, but Brendan didn’t believe it. Not necessarily because she wasn’t being convincing, but because he refused to believe that somebody wouldn’t want to see him naked. Or at least he put on the charade that everybody wanted to. “Uh huh. Sure. Of course. I mean, who WOULD want to see this marvelous specimen naked?”

Oh, he wasn’t feeling bad. Not at all. However, he was sure Victoire would take to hitting him. Repeatedly. So he was prepared to deflect any punches that might be thrown his way. But when she pulled him back, he relaxed and dropped his arms around her shoulders. “Well I thought violence would ensue!” And then he squeaked in surprise. I would tell you it was a manly squeak, but it was most definitely girlish. “Oh baby! Harder.” He said with a laugh.

With a nod, he understood she had to leave. It was a pity though. Brendan had enjoyed her company. So instead of just allowing her to leave, he retrieved his wallet, laid out what would surely be enough for the three drinks he’d had, two glasses of wine and Victoire’s drink that he’d ordered, then took large steps to catch up to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders with ease.

“Sooo… When is it exactly you plan on calling me?” Bren asked as his eyes looked around the café as they made their exit, trying to look as if he didn’t really need to know. “Because, ya’ know, I’m a bit on the needy side. So, I don’t want to sit at home, twiddling my thumbs, and waiting. And don’t do that thing people do, the wait three days thing? That’s just awful and toys with my emotions.” Yes, he was mostly doing this as a joke, putting on the stereotypical ‘girl role’.

[Victoire Lavergne]

Victoire did feel bad for accidently mention his deceased mother, she just knew it was rather unreasonable. Brendan was being an idiot if he expected her to believe that his mother's death didn't sting anymore. Those types of things always sting, at least a little. You might accept them, they might lose their initial poison, yet they will stay. Granting him a half-smile for his appreciated attempt at soothing her, Victoire confided a fairly sensitive piece of information in him, "Well I suppose we're the same on that front, my mother is pushing up daisies as well, although you're not allowed to take a shot at her to get even." Although she gave him another of the smallest of tongue sticking-outs she was quite serious. Her mother was quite off-limits, due not so much to the emotional ties but the genetic similarities. That sounded so... On the surface.

It wasn't funny or impressive when Brendan mentioned adding to his tattoo, signaling bitterness. Being bitter after a break-up is a trait that causes a decent deal of wariness in Victoire, any girl, actually. "Just get it removed," She said, wanting to push past the topic. Ex's weren't difficult for her, but they weren't a point she was proud of. The large majority of them were ended because either she got bored of them or them bored of her, which wouldn't be so terrible if they didn't all have a horribly short life span. Lets just say her history is loose...ly kept track of.

"Uh-huh," Victoire murmured, eyes wandering around the room, her interest in the conversation went from a hundred to zero in one statement. Congratulations, Brendan. Again, she, like most every girl, is bored of the usual cocky statements from guys. 'I can get every girl out there; I banged a celebrity; My job is so awesome, [it'll really turn you on]; I can't fall asleep at night because I have too many ho's knocking at my door; Megan Fox isn't hot enough for me; I can eat and do everything else amazing; I can drink all night; My weenis is huge.' Truthfully, she could handle those so long as she could make fun of them after they said it. Sometimes Victoire can feel bad for making a guy jump through hoops but it was only good fun when they were being metaphorical 'dicks,' right?

"Desperates?" Victoire offered in response to Brendan sarcastically asking who would want to see him naked. She said this after an exaggerated extended length of thought.

Victoire stifled a scoff at his girlish squeak as she grabbed his buttocks. Once she ducked away and Brendan had said to do it harder Victoire smirked, hung her head at the stupidity of the situation, shaking her head as well, she looked up at him through her hair which had fallen forward. "You're such an idiot," Victoire called him by name, although this time with some obvious fondness in the stressed word of the sentence.

Victoire looked back to check if he left a tip. Not that she was a golddigger or anything, but she did work in the service industry (different type of service) and she did understand what a tip really meant. Brendan didn't disappoint.

Cool. She had Brendan wrapped up. She had to, if he was this worried about her calling him. Who called in this age anyway? Texting was the way to go. Victoire pulled off a small, fake, gasp when Brendan finished speaking. How dare he make fun of girls like that? "You're a jerk," She attempted to make it a solid statement, even though she wasn't completely serious. "Besides, aren't you supposed to call me? Then I mess with your emotions?" Victoire grabbed his hand and dug a pen out of her pocket, writing down her number on his hand. Now they could play the waiting game properly. Twenty bucks on Victoire.

Now they arrived at her work. The door she stopped by was labelled, 'Staff Only.' "Well I'm off now, Brendan, I'll talk with you later," Victoire went up on her toes to quickly give him a peck on the cheek before dashing inside. That should leave him just the perfect amount frustrated with her disappearance, wanting more. She had done this more than once.

[Brendan James]

Brendan couldn’t help but smirk at Victoire’s bored expression. Had she bothered to vocalize what exactly she thought of men who bragged like Bren had taken a moment to, he would’ve explained. He would’ve told the girl that if he were single, he would not be nearly as successful in ‘bedding’ as he is right now. Thank god Vincent was insatiable when it came to certain activities. But she didn’t bother to tell him. So he felt no need to explain himself.

“Probably. I depend on those desperate people. They account for the majority of my… experience.” Let her poke fun at him if she wished. It didn’t bother him. Actually, he enjoyed poking fun of himself. Mostly because he knew he was good looking. But he wasn’t arrogant about it. “But what I really wanna find out in time is just how desperate you are.” He couldn’t help but smirk at her. Bren doubted she was desperate at all. She was probably swimming in possibilities.

“….. I’m ok with that. ‘cause you’re still laughing. So I’m good with being an idiot.” He could hear the affection in her voice. Hopefully, Victoire didn’t actually think him an idiot. Bren may act like one, but he can be smart… Sometimes.

Letting the girl write on his hand with no objection, he smiled. “Baby, you’re already toying with my emotions.” What? He had to get one last one in. “But yeah. I’ll be sure to give you a call.” For the record, Brendan doesn’t believe in the waiting game. He thinks it’s a waste of time. “I’ll catch ya’ later Victoire. And don’t go ignoring my calls or nothing. I’d hate to be compared to one of those jealous girlfriend types.” He winked at the girl before turning and walking away.

Before getting too far, he pulled out his phone. Don’t you just hate when those annoying stalker girlfriends text you after JUST leaving? God… Crazy bitches.

He hoped Victoire got that he was only kidding. He’d hate for there to already be a police order between them.