Keys (Tristan)

[Faye LaBeau]

When the doorbell rang and it was the UPS guy Faye leapt off her vanity chair as fast as she could and sprinted out of her apartment to catch her. She'd missed him twice already and if she missed him again her package would get sent to the post office and have to be processed before she'd even get it. It was a small package, a gift for Aero's daughter Lucy, a pretty white teddy bear from this teddybear maker back home in San Diego, she couldn't resist. 

The post man was happy to see her, especially since she stood half naked in her robe with her hair and makeup done and not leaving a lot to the imagination. After collecting her box she returned to her apartment only to realize the worst when she went for the door and instead of the knob turning it stopped dead. "no... no no no no no!" She said trying it again. 

She was locked out, in her underwear. 

[Tristan Baker]

After a good, long run, Tristan was feeling refreshed and relaxed. All of the stress he was under between his sister whoring around and his work and his parents, it was making him crazier than usual. The fact that he had slept in far too late and was forced to run in the afternoon was proof of this. Tristan Baker did not sleep in. He didn't sleep through his alarm, he was always up at five in the morning sharp. Why so early? Because his morning routine was the most important thing to him and if he didn't start his morning off the way it was supposed to be started off, he was irritable throughout the rest of the day with no sense of humor whatsoever.

To say the least, this morning had not started off the best. He slept six hours later than what he normally did and he was a mess overall. The fact that he had woken up late, missed three calls from his parents, and missed the time he had for his morning jog, it all just piled on. He was irritated beyond belief and over all just ready for the day to be over so that he could start tomorrow off better. He couldn't even figure out why he'd slept so late.

Walking into the apartment building, sweaty and in low-riding sweatpants and a cut-off tank top, he couldn't wait to get a shower. All he had to do was get past the few flights of stairs and not talk to anyone. But that wasn't completely possible because on his way up to his apartment, he was met with quite a sight. Now, Tristan was oblivious to many things, especially when it came to the appearance of a woman, but this was practically hitting him upside the head with a shovel obvious. He cleared his throat and let out a sigh, he was not about to be rude and leave this half-naked woman outside of her apartment this way. "Can I help you, miss?"

Did I mention he was oblivious to a lot of things about women?

[Faye LaBeau]

Faye had one hand keeping the back of her robe down over her bum and the other pathetically juggling a bobbypin in the keyhole trying to get it to unlock. Wasn't that what always worked in movies?! WHY WASN'T THIS WORKING?! she didn't even have her cell phone to call the landlord or anyone else and of course she hadn't given a neighbor a spare key. She didn't trust anyone enough for that and she had her fair share of valuables. 

The voice came in and she wanted to scream. NO SHE DIDNT WANT HELP! She was actually hoping no one would see her like this. She had a stunning figure but it still wasn't meant for the prying eyes of her pervy neighbors and it wasn't even her long robe but rather her silk one that came right under her butt and didn't even like to stay shut without some help given the material. Thankfully, she wasn't totally naked underneath.

She stood up immediately so she didn't have to worry about her ASSets. "Yeah. Actually." She said giving up on the pin. She glanced over her shoulder to see who her rescuer was only to see a sweaty Mr. Baker. Fuck. Seriously?

"Hello Mr. Baker." She said letting her face freeze a bit to keep it from turning red. Well wasn't this just freaking dandy. 

[Tristan Baker]

Tristan was trying to be a gentleman. Or rather, as much of a gentleman as he was capable. After all, his mother had taught him to respect women. The fact that this woman happened to be very close to naked wasn't his fault, and the fact that she was bending down with her very fine behind facing him, well that wasn't his fault either. She had a very nice body, clean and manicured. Fit and healthy. It was beautiful in the way that he knew, which was a little different than what most men his age would be thinking. Hell, any man would think his idea of attractive was weird. Tristan knew it was his obsession with hygiene and the anal way he kept himself looking sharp.

He kept his eyes on the door, rather than her, which wasn't all that difficult. He wasn't in a good mood so he was stiff and overall distant as it was. This mood was probably best for him to be in with this kind of situation. He was respectful, formal and gentlemanly, but it was in his cold and rigid way that didn't come off very helpful or friendly. Anyone who knew him, or rather knew of him, wouldn't be expecting anything less.

His eyes found themselves on the back of her head as she stood, which was still better than what it could have been on and the voice sparked a bit of a memory, but he was still a little distracted to notice. It wasn't until she turned to look at him that he even recognized her. From the holiday party and from the meeting he'd had over...Olivia. His sister's name in his mind caused his jaw to clench out of habit and he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling extremely uncomfortable and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

"Miss LaBeau," He answered in a somewhat greeting. His face remained stoic however and his posture didn't relax at all. If anything, he tensed up more. Of all the people to see him like this, it had to be her. But at least they were probably on fair ground. In his eyes anyway. "I'm assuming you don't have a spare key anywhere nearby?" He asked quietly, his tone monotonous with now affliction in sarcasm or snark.

[Faye LaBeau]

His condescending tone was just what she expected from his up tight mouth. God this guy even when he came off a workout was ridiculously formal and in this situation? He couldn't laugh? Not that she wanted to be laughed at but at least it'd be better than using freaking last names and formalities when she was in her underwear! It was embarrassing, she should be blushing, he should be laughing, then she could say something bitchy and kind of clever, then he could help her. If this was ANYONE ELSE that was how this would go. But instead it was like getting caught by the authorities and then called dumb for not having a key.

"No. Unfortunately I don't have many neighbors I trust and with literally the only hiding spot outside of my apartment being under my doormat... i think that'd be a little obvious." She ran a hand through her blonde curls. "Sorry. I'm just a little embarrassed." She admitted, only happy that she was ridiculously meticulous when it came to her body and grooming. This could be a lot worse if it was on one of her no shave days and she had stubble all over her monster legs. 

"Please tell me that you happen to be a spy and that's the real reason your here and you're actually an expert with picking locks." She knew it was a long shot but she wondered about him... that and she read far too many comic books. 

[Tristan Baker]

Tristan often had a way about him that could come off as condescending, degrading and patronizing. Three things that many people weren't fond of when being forced to talk to anyone. It wasn't necessarily something he was proud of, it was just the way he often came off. That didn't mean he was always so cold, distant and harsh. He had his moments, with certain thing that made him happy, that made him relax and actually quite pleasant to be around. That time was usually when he was alone, reading and fresh out of the shower. Right now, that was the complete opposite. If she knew how his mind worked, she would understand his frustration.

"I can't say that I blame you for that," But that didn't mean she was any smarter for locking herself out. It left her in this predicament with Tristan to the rescue. He should have just left her out there and kept on walking because this was one of the worst situations he could have found himself in. "As you should be, it is a fairly embarrassing moment," Tristan said equally as solemn as before. And yes, he was that big of a jerk to point it out after she already said it.

Lucky for her, Tristan came prepared for literally anything that could possibly happen because he was a freak like that. From his sweatpants pocket, he retrieved his keys and attached to the key ring was a pocket knife with an array of different gadgets. "If you would kindly move to your left or right, I will do what I can to open the door," He said quietly before flipping through the pocket knife gadgets finding one that he had learned to use for picking locks. Not for the reason it might seem, but for situations much like this.

With a flick of his wrist and the tiny gadget to aid him, the door clicked and he stood back up. "There."

[Faye LaBeau]

Tristan Baker was by far one of the biggest turds that Faye had ever met, and even worse? He was the kind that would not flush. She could feel her face starting to become hot as he added fuel to the fire, reminding her verbally how intensely stupid she was for locking herself out. This was by far the last situation she wanted to be in, and with possibly the last man on earth she wanted to be in it with. Even worse, he wasn't even checking her out which was frankly insulting. Was she not attractive enough for such a high caliber man to look at? Was her ass not good enough? Her boobs not perky enough? God she wanted to just drop her towel and watch as he forced himself to divert his eyes. 

She obliged, moving over as he pulled out his keychain of crap. "were you a boyscout or something?" She asked raising a brow. Seriously, who brought a pocket knife to go jogging? What a freak. 

Before she could say anything else he managed to open her lock. "Wow that was both impressive and incredibly unsettling that my door is that easy to open." She said, "Thanks."

She stepped into her apartment, "I'd invite you in, but I wouldn't want to demand anymore of the Great Tristan Bakers time than i was rationed during this most embarrassing encounter." She said being overly dramatic. She was a bit salty.