A touch of red [Amber]
Sept 28, 2015 12:33:15 GMT -5
Post by Lucas Blacke on Sept 28, 2015 12:33:15 GMT -5
She could only show him, huh? ''That can be arranged.'' It's not like he asked just for fun, he actually wanted to know. And if she ended up showing it to him, so be it, he'd gladly take one for the team. Or five. Per night. ''But I'm a bit foggy in th' eyes so ya might hafta show me multiple times.'' He said with a flirtatious wink as she stepped a bit closer and asked how old he was. Lucas noticed with relative ease that her question was a serious one despite her attempts to not make it look that way. Maybe something depended from this question.. but what could possibly be bound to age? Clearly he was older than her but still college grade so he wouldn't be overly old for her, and her age didn't really matter. She looked yummy. Good enough to eat several times over and still have room for dessert.
His mind raced through the possibilities and one of them was that she wanted alcohol, but Lucas was nowhere near lucid enough at this point to pick up on it. He had never taken any though, and the only thing he had ever drunk was that booze at that party that one time, where alcohol actually seemed to improve his ability unlike caffeine. ''I'm nineteen.'' He pounded his chest. ''Good fer a full night 'o joy.''
What she probably didn't know, was how his ability translated in the bedroom. She'd find out soon though, and soon she would swear by nothing else but the Texan boy. ''Why'dya ask?'' He wondered out loud and tilted his head slightly, raising a single brow.
''Wait just a second,'' He then interrupted himself as his head shot back and his eyes widened. ''We were 'ere ta shop..?!'' He joked, even though he had found exactly what he had been looking for. No more mister goody-two shoes that tried to remain pure for something that probably wouldn't even happen. Actually, he was done trying to be good for people who would just shove him aside like a wet newspaper.
He stepped forward and ran his hand through the hair of the girl before him, stopping his hand at her neck and grabbing a bit of hair, tugging her head back softly as he moved his lips to be above hers. ''I already found what I was lookin' fer though.'' And without any regard for the people that could have been watching he planted his lips on hers.
His mind raced through the possibilities and one of them was that she wanted alcohol, but Lucas was nowhere near lucid enough at this point to pick up on it. He had never taken any though, and the only thing he had ever drunk was that booze at that party that one time, where alcohol actually seemed to improve his ability unlike caffeine. ''I'm nineteen.'' He pounded his chest. ''Good fer a full night 'o joy.''
What she probably didn't know, was how his ability translated in the bedroom. She'd find out soon though, and soon she would swear by nothing else but the Texan boy. ''Why'dya ask?'' He wondered out loud and tilted his head slightly, raising a single brow.
''Wait just a second,'' He then interrupted himself as his head shot back and his eyes widened. ''We were 'ere ta shop..?!'' He joked, even though he had found exactly what he had been looking for. No more mister goody-two shoes that tried to remain pure for something that probably wouldn't even happen. Actually, he was done trying to be good for people who would just shove him aside like a wet newspaper.
He stepped forward and ran his hand through the hair of the girl before him, stopping his hand at her neck and grabbing a bit of hair, tugging her head back softly as he moved his lips to be above hers. ''I already found what I was lookin' fer though.'' And without any regard for the people that could have been watching he planted his lips on hers.