The Prowl [Rya]

[Rhys Freeman]

Saturday nights were not meant to be spent sitting around the house, even when you had a stack of video games to play.  Rhys had spent years wasting away in front of the TV or his laptop playing games, or puttering outside on his various bikes and now car, but it was the weekend and he didn't want to sit and watch his brother stress over school work or worry about the way his sister was checking her phone.  She always got that nervous look when the little chime sounded and it was starting to irk him, so with a word of farewell, he slipped from the apartment and got into his car.  

The metal beast squealed to life, belts whining and breaks crying as he pulled into reverse and headed towards someplace he could be a little more free.  It wasn't long until he was flashing his ID, his real one, at the door of Atmosphere.  No sense trying to slip by with a fake ID at a club that allows kids in and didn't sell booze.  They didn't need to sell booze for him or anyone else to get drunk.  Rhys always brought the party.  Even though high schoolers hung out there, it was a better place to be than home, and an easy way to make bank.  His pockets were full of things kids his age shouldn't have, and he could use a little extra money and who knew, maybe meeting a new "friend" or two.

He saw her before she saw him, his first potential kill for the night.  It was her long dark hair that stood out to him, and the look on her face.  Rhys moved his way through the crowd until he got closer to her, watching her a moment before putting himself beside her.  "Why aren't you dancin'?" He asked loud enough for her to hear over the music, his pale eyes steady on her as if he really cared about her answer.  Either she would dance with him, or she wouldn't, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve in case she wanted to play hard to get.

[Aryana Darcy]

Routine was important but structure was not - the Hydrokinetic thrived on the music and lights, the alcohol and the dancing. However, a slight alteration in said routine was always refreshing, and by heading over to a Teen's club with her regular ID, she was making that alteration. There was no booze to scam, but there were people to play.

As such, the Brit was standing alone for the brief time she had been there, scanning the crowd for a subject to her games. But as it so happened, he had come to her not two moments later.

Blue eyes turned to gaze at green, the feature most striking against his tanned skin tone. A brow raised as he asked the first question, one, as it so happened, she would most certainly would answer.

"I haven't found anybody worth my time," Rya hummed, her accent in stark contrast to his own. "And frankly, I'm still looking."

Always the one to cast the bait, it was up to him to take it. Should he, there would be an interesting encounter, but should he be a good boy and stay away, there were always others. Always.

[Rhys Freeman]

Her eyes turned to his and he gave a smug sort of grin, not a big one but enough to show he was interested in the girl.  It was still early in the evening.  The later it got and the more desperate he became, the trashier his targets would become.  It was always wise to go with the high class ones first.

Her comment made his lips pucker into an O as he winced.  That was a little harsh.. "Ouch."  Her accent was sexy, which only made him more interested, and her comment did little to push him away.  It wasn't that he couldn't take a hint, he could, but it was way too soon for her to be making any kind of judgements on him.  

"In that case, don't even bother lookin' at that guy." He offered, pointing out a taller guy in the crowd, a kid he'd done business with so he knew what kind of an asshole was.  "He'll spike your drink, and not in the good way."  His arms crossed over his chest as he looked out at the crowd instead of the girls beside him.  "Unless yer frontin' and just playing like yer still lookin' 'cause you can't really dance."  His smirk grew slightly as he shook his head.  

[Aryana Darcy]

It was amusing to note that he had a slight bit of stubbornness to him, a trait that Rya was all too familiar with. Not only that, but he had a backbone to back that confident stance he was putting up. It wasn't enough to impress the Hydrokinetic, but it was a start.

"I'm sure you'd care to find out," The Brit turned facing him more fully which, if he read into the body language, it was a reassuring sign that she was at least giving him her attention for the time being. She knew a bait when she saw it, especially one as simple and cliche as that. Her lips remained in a line, waiting for him to say something of real interest. "Playing a game I invented, love, is a great way to start off this conversation. Truly."

However, while she didn't necessarily know if this guy was being truthful or not, the Brit took note of the figure he had pointed out a few moments earlier. A warning was a warning, and Rya was not stupid enough to take the risk of getting drugged if she could help it; after all, the only time she had gotten nearly blackout drunk, she came back to the dorms with bruises everywhere from a fight she couldn't win. There was no way in hell that Rya was going to tempt fate in such a way.

[Rhys Freeman]

He did care to find out and the smile he offered was flirtatious as the girl turned her body towards him.  She was fine, that was for sure.  Fine and serious.  It was hard not to want to laugh a little at the way she was completely unable to let loose when he had only asked to dance with her.

"Baby, that game existed long before either of us were ever born." He pointed out.  He might try to play it, but he didn't claim to invent it.  He sighed and held his hands up in surrender, taking a step back and checking her out in the process.  "But if you really wanna claim it as your own, you can.  I ain't stoppin' you."  He smirked and then folded his arms over his chest, his head cocking to the side ever so slightly.  

"So you still a no on that dancin', oorrr...?"

[Aryana Darcy]

It wasn't so much as Rya being serious like the guy was seeming to believe, but anybody worth playing with had to at least have a bit of a thick skin. As it were, those who couldn't even get past this point rarely ever were worth the chase, so it wouldn't have affected her either way.

However, what he did do managed to pull the corner of her lips into a slight smirk, a brow raising as an immediate response.

"You're already learning then," The Hydrokinetic almost purred, a slight exhale of a laugh as she looked up at the guy standing in front of her. Rya had to admit he was quite the interesting character, considering the aesthetic appeal in his differences from most men and women she 'courted'.

"Never said no," She offered shortly after, her hand reaching to hook at his belt loop. "But I didn't say yes, either."

[Rhys Freeman]

She was playing hard to get and he wasn't opposed to continuing to try.  For now she was playing along and seemed interested, but unwilling to yield.  Rhys could get on board with that.  He ran a hand over his short, dark hair and considered his next course of action.  He could try and persuade her more, just go ahead and dance by her anyway or simply leave.

"I think there's probably a way to sway you." His pale eyes narrowed as he brought his hand to his chin, pinching it between his thumb and pointer offering a look of concentration.  "But what is it?"  His lips pursed to the side before he grinned a little and let his hand drop to his side.  "Yah need anything to loosen you up?  I got the hookup." He offered raising a brow and smiling a little wider. She didn't need to know how many little bottles of liquor were in his pocket.  He had dozens of miniatures tucked away in his fold, including some pills.  

"Pick your poison."

[Aryana Darcy]

At 19, the Hydrokinetic found herself delving in, or have delved in, many things that may have been questionable to the world. Drugs, at one point yes and quit almost immediately. Smoking, indeed. That habit was hard to kick, but it happened. Drinking, however, was something that she was not opposed to (then again, that wasn't hard to believe considering her hobbies). So when he pulled the idea of some alcohol, she was most definitely a bit impressed.

Then again, he had just warned her of spiked drinks.

"I'll be damned," Rya said simply, tugging at the belt loop that she had hold of, "I knew there was a reason why I liked you. And it wasn't just because of those eyes, either." Pick her poison? What exactly were the options to choose from? Because while the girl wasn't particularly choosy, the Brit was most definitely curious to see what he did actually have.

[Rhys Freeman]

It was no secret his eyes were what made him striking.  He knew it and he played it to his advantage.  They were his best feature and therefor his favorite, not that it had really helped him much in life.  He got noticed more, which made shoplifting difficult sometimes, but even when he got caught there was never evidence.  Not that anyone but him could find, anyway. Still, it was no surprise she noted them.  Everyone did.

"Now yah like me?" He was smirking again, a brow quirked up.  Typical girl.  He wasn't opposed to handing out favors, especially if the favor could be returned.  He wasn't entirely sure she was the kind of person to willing return favors, but time would tell, and it wasn't like it cost him anything to give her booze.  A hand slipped into his pocket, rummaging deep for a little bottle.  He had no idea what he would pull out, but his fingers wrapped around two small bottles and he drew them out.  He looked down to see what he retrieved before offering her the variety.  "Looks like yah get rum or whiskey." He told her, holding the bottle of Bacardi and Makers Mark in his hand. His head cocked slightly to the side in that puppy dog way as he gazed almost playfully at her.  "You can have 'em both for a dance."

[Aryana Darcy]

Eye contact had always been an intense notion for the brunette, especially considering the implications - it meant she was providing her undivided attention which, as it so happened, was a privalege to those who earned it. Despite the alcohol in the mulatto stud's hand, he hadn't. And so her gaze fell on the bottles, but more specifically the Bacardi. Whiskey was never her preference. Rum, however, was.

"If you have something other than whiskey in those deep pockets of yours, then I think you may have yourself a bit of a bargain," Rya offered, blue eyes briefly scanning his body once more, although she found no indication of anything else on him. Strange, she thought momentarily before removing her hand from his belt loop though she made no move to stand back. There was no reason to, really. He seemed well aware of her presence as a whole and yet he made no move to distance himself, so why should she?

[Rhys Freeman]

The way her eyes scanned him made Rhys believe it wasn't his body she was admiring.  She was probably trying to figure out what else he had.  It wasn't as if he didn't know he was being used.  Free stuff was great, especially when it was something you couldn't readily get on your own whenever you wanted.  He had plenty of things in his pocket that she could never get to.

"Getting selfish." He taunted, pushing the bottle of whiskey back into his pocket before pulling out another, this time Absolut Citron.  He looked down at the bottle and then at the girl who was pulling her hand free from his belt loop.  Truth be told, he sort of liked her hand there.  

"So what'dya say, beautiful? We dancing or you need to mix this stuff first?"

[Aryana Darcy]

"You could say that," Rya offered with a shrug of a single shoulder, feeling absolutely no shame in trying to get everything she could out of this encounter. It wasn't a bad thing to be selfish, nor was it bad to have a good time which, at this point in time, she found she was thinking she actually might.

As the Hydrokinetic pulled away, she gazed at the rum, contemplating the options. The alcohol most definitely would have been nice in that movement, but it wasn't as though she needed it in order to enjoy herself, but it didn't hurt to get a little buzzed.

In the end, she aimed for the drinks instead. "Better now than later, yeah? Why wait." She stated, looking down at the bottles in his hand.

[Rhys Freeman]

The girl seemed more interested in the bottles he was holding than in he himself.  Rhys wasn't one to care about stuff like that, though.  He was used to others not caring much about him, and in a lot of ways he really preferred it that way.  But Rhys could be charismatic if he wanted, and once she got a few drinks in her she would change her tone.  Maybe she would be more interested in him, at least in the ways Rhys hoped.  Girls usually liked him more once he'd gotten them a little toasty, and if she didn't, well he would at least some booze in his system.

"Why wait." He agreed with a nod.  Rhys slipped her the bottles with a soft promise to be right back as he made his way to the bar for something to mix their drinks with.  One drink turned into two, which turned into four, which turned into a couple of shots.  There was small talk and some pretty close dancing, but Rhys still wasn't entirely sure how the girl was feeling about him, or how he himself was feeling about her.  The place was loud and didn't promote intimate conversations, not that he was all that interested in really getting to know her.  Not intellectually, anyway.

"I'm runnin' low on mixers." He lied into her ear, wanting the excuse to get her out of that setting and maybe someplace he might be able to get better acquainted with her.  "I got some in my care.  Come with me." He pleaded with his best devilish smirk, sliding a hand to her waist and attempting to pull her closer to him.

[Aryana Darcy]

Small banter was exchanged periodically as the drinks kept coming, leading them both to a rather uncaring state. Rya didn't care his hands began to wander a short time in, and he didn't seem to care that she was progressively moving closer as the night went on.

Little was truly spoken about between the two, but she did know enough like his name and age, but that was only out of basic curiosity. There was part of her that questioned if he were being honest, but then she realized it wasn't important. It never was.

"Well that does seem like a bit of an issue," She hummed, her head turning slightly as his lips neared her ear, "Just show me where." Her hand returned then to his belt loop, but in this instance she brushed her fingers just slightly underneath the hem of his shirt. "I hope it isn't too far."

[Rhys Freeman]

His eyes turned to meet hers, feeling the familiar tug at his pants.  She'd played with his belt loops earlier, and he had to say he liked it.  Rya was a cute girl, maybe a little bitchy, but he had a feeling he might like some of those characteristics.  She wasn't the type to be clingy, or at least she didn't come off that way, which suited him just fine.  "It's not." He assured in a gruff voice near her ear before turning away.  Rhys caught her hand in his and smirked at the girl he was with before turning and pulling her towards the exit.  He was buzzing, but if he needed to take them someplace, he certainly would.  He considered himself a safe driver, even under the influence.  Smarts had never exactly been his strong suit.

They got their coats before heading out, the winter chill harsh and bitter on his face after being in the warm club.  Even with the temperatures being what they were, it felt good.  The alcohol burning him up almost as much as the prospect of hooking up with the girl he was with.  "Where you wanna go?" He asked, looking down at her as they made their way to his car.  It wasn't far, and he was soon opening her door for her.  Rhys wasn't exactly a gentleman, but he wanted to put on a show for her, deciding it would up his chances of getting laid.

Rhys slid into the drivers seat and turned his attention to Rya.  His key slid easily into the ignition, the heat pumping immediately as he hadn't turned it off before getting out of the car before.