He could see she had something on her mind, and it was starting to bug him. He was lucky he didn't have long to wait to find out what it was...or at least find out what part of it was.
Holding up a finger as he nodded his head, Tristan ran over to where Pakpao was still dancing.
"I'll be right back...Fallon needs a quick favor."
Shrugging his shoulders to indicate he didn't really know what it was all about, he turned and jogged back to her side, before they turned to go outside together.
Once they got out the door, she took his hand and pulled him around to the side of the building. It was all very mysterious, but he was getting more interested with every second.
"Damn, it really is cold out here...you sure you can't talk to me about whatever this is, inside?"
He barely got the words out of his mouth, before Fallon had pressed her's to it. Not being one to turn away from a hot lady, Tristan went along with the kiss, whole hearted. The entire time he was thinking...'thank you thank you thank you...I should have come to Nachton a whole helluva lot sooner'.
FORE! (open)
After leaving the Grand Piazza, with his stomach full, Tristan continued his walk and eventually found himself outside an arcade. Still having a few extra bucks in his pocket, he walked in and looked around. One of his favorite games sat empty...waiting...beckoning to him, and his extra bucks.
The Golden Tee wasn't a replacement for playing a good game of golf, but almost as satisfying in a different way. Tris had been playing golf since high school, and had a set of great used Titlist clubs at home...or did. God knew where any of his shit was now. But without his clubs, and not really being one to play in the nastier elements, the video game seemed the perfect substitute.
Getting some tokens from a nearby machine, he laid them out on top of the glass, and dropped the first two in. Lights and noises activated, he lined up for his first drive, after checking wind conditions, and the full 3D layout of the first hole. It had been awhile, so his first hit left him shy of the green. Soon he was enthralled in making it to the next hole, and trying to at least stay par, if possible.
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
Pakpao
18 years ago
His little tumble brought Pak to a halt but since he seemed all right, she was more inclined to snicker than to fuss. But she finally gave up trying to play and watched the exchange between the two rather blatantly.
Apparently, they knew each other, all well and good and she was trying to figure out three player games. The word date, however, brought her up cold. No, that would be a wrong assessment. This was just her out goofing around.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to explain that and just nodded her assent letting the two of them go. Still feeling odd about the date misunderstanding, she resumed her earlier perch and found another clove, thinking again. Maybe she should go home and try to play a game of chess with MARI or wash the car or something.
Apparently, they knew each other, all well and good and she was trying to figure out three player games. The word date, however, brought her up cold. No, that would be a wrong assessment. This was just her out goofing around.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to explain that and just nodded her assent letting the two of them go. Still feeling odd about the date misunderstanding, she resumed her earlier perch and found another clove, thinking again. Maybe she should go home and try to play a game of chess with MARI or wash the car or something.
Fallon
18 years ago
It almost stunned her to see he was so agreeable. She thought for sure more explanation would be required...something. It seemed almost too easy to get him to go along with her so quickly.
Such a polite man, she liked the way he gave the other girl an explanation. It seemed now, more than ever, that there was nothing going on with the other girl, and Fallon might not have had to be so hasty. But he was following along with her now, so she wasn't about to change her mind.
The night air was fresh to her, and a bit cool, but she didn't think it was as cold as Tristan made it out to be. At this point she didn't think it would matter if the snow was three feet thick. She quickly pulled him around the corner, now thankful there wasn't a lot of people about, and under the cover of shadows, Fallon kissed Tristan.
As she put her all into the kiss, she felt his arms encircle her waist, and her's went around his neck. She shimmied against him a little, pressing her body closer to him, and could have sworn she had felt him begin to stir.
Moving her head back some...she had been standing on her tiptoes to reach him...she kept her mouth close to his neck, and ear.
"Tristan...I'm sorry...I was less than truthful..."
Licking along the outer shell of his ear, and nipping at the lobe, she continued softly biting down his neck till she found the soft section where the artery pulsed so close to the surface. The feel of it beating against the tip of her tongue almost was her undoing, and a small groan escaped her throat.
Such a polite man, she liked the way he gave the other girl an explanation. It seemed now, more than ever, that there was nothing going on with the other girl, and Fallon might not have had to be so hasty. But he was following along with her now, so she wasn't about to change her mind.
The night air was fresh to her, and a bit cool, but she didn't think it was as cold as Tristan made it out to be. At this point she didn't think it would matter if the snow was three feet thick. She quickly pulled him around the corner, now thankful there wasn't a lot of people about, and under the cover of shadows, Fallon kissed Tristan.
As she put her all into the kiss, she felt his arms encircle her waist, and her's went around his neck. She shimmied against him a little, pressing her body closer to him, and could have sworn she had felt him begin to stir.
Moving her head back some...she had been standing on her tiptoes to reach him...she kept her mouth close to his neck, and ear.
"Tristan...I'm sorry...I was less than truthful..."
Licking along the outer shell of his ear, and nipping at the lobe, she continued softly biting down his neck till she found the soft section where the artery pulsed so close to the surface. The feel of it beating against the tip of her tongue almost was her undoing, and a small groan escaped her throat.
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
'...less than truthful...' Tristan heard the words but really didn't pay much attention. The minute she started kissing him he just about lost track of everything else going on around him.
Then, when she rubbed up against him, what little consciousness he had held onto, flew right away. He had no understanding of how he got where he was or why she wanted him there, but he was totally into whatever she had to say, or do...
By the time she began licking and biting his neck, he was about ready to move there little playtime up a notch, and he maneuvered until she was pressed up against the exterior wall of the arcade. The hands he had pressed to her back, moved around to the front of her, and slid up her sides to cup her breasts. He half expected her to shove him away, or tell him to stop. The other half expected she would just keep doing what she had been...which is what she did. So he took advantage and slipped on hand inside her shirt, searching for flesh. And as her nibbles became more aggressive, his groin began pressing against her's more ardently.
He knew if he kept going at the rate he was, something was going to give. To prepare for the best, he used his other hand to unbutton his fly and pull down his zipper. The rest seemed to just fall into place...or out of it.
Sliding his hand up her thigh,and under her skirt, he felt for panties, and actually coughed when his fingers slid into her wet warmth, instead. She was definitely ready...as was he...and he wasn't about to waste time trying to figure out how he got so lucky. The only thought that did enter into his brain, very fleetingly, was that he hoped she was on the pill, and free of any thing catchy.
Then, when she rubbed up against him, what little consciousness he had held onto, flew right away. He had no understanding of how he got where he was or why she wanted him there, but he was totally into whatever she had to say, or do...
By the time she began licking and biting his neck, he was about ready to move there little playtime up a notch, and he maneuvered until she was pressed up against the exterior wall of the arcade. The hands he had pressed to her back, moved around to the front of her, and slid up her sides to cup her breasts. He half expected her to shove him away, or tell him to stop. The other half expected she would just keep doing what she had been...which is what she did. So he took advantage and slipped on hand inside her shirt, searching for flesh. And as her nibbles became more aggressive, his groin began pressing against her's more ardently.
He knew if he kept going at the rate he was, something was going to give. To prepare for the best, he used his other hand to unbutton his fly and pull down his zipper. The rest seemed to just fall into place...or out of it.
Sliding his hand up her thigh,and under her skirt, he felt for panties, and actually coughed when his fingers slid into her wet warmth, instead. She was definitely ready...as was he...and he wasn't about to waste time trying to figure out how he got so lucky. The only thought that did enter into his brain, very fleetingly, was that he hoped she was on the pill, and free of any thing catchy.
Fallon
18 years ago
A part of Fallon wanted the whole thing to just be over. She had never used outright sex to feed before, and wasn't sure she had it in her to do so now. The experience was pleasant, but going beyond kissing, and dry humping was not something she had given a lot of thought to...until now.
The need to feed overrode her internal argument and she allowed herself to relax a little. Once she had done that, the sensations began to feel a whole lot better, and she actually began to enjoy the touch of his hands. In fact, as she became increasingly fond of the excitement building within her, she became rougher with her own actions. The minute his fingers moved inside her, she bit into the pulsating point in his neck, and sucked hard.
She felt him tense up for just a second, before his hand left her body. She wanted to scream out for him not to stop, but that would have meant releasing his neck, and that was not going to happen. So she forfeited her pleasures for her needs, and hoped that one day she might be able to marry the two.
His body still reacted for itself, and she felt his thrusts match the sucking motion her mouth was making. When she felt him shudder, she figured she had taken enough, and stopped, licking away any traces of blood, and giving him a few soft kisses, before turning, and letting him relax against the side of the building.
Once she saw he wasn't going to fall onto the ground, but was slightly disoriented, Fallon straightened herself up, making sure her skirt was back in place, and making a mental note to put her panties back on once she got back to work. She had thought it might be a good idea to be ready for anything, and now saw the merit in it.
"Tristan? Tristan, can you understand me? I have to get back to school...I'm going to walk you back inside now, alright? You were a huge help to me, and I really appreciate it...and if it's okay with you, I'd like to see you again?"
She rolled her eyes as she listened to her words...thankful that he was as out of it as he was. It had been exciting to feed from him, and she was curious to know if it had anything to do with the fact that she did know him...sort of.
She helped him get himself back into his pants...no easy feat under the circumstances. Somehow she had managed...or he had managed...to be facing away from her when his time had 'come', and neither of them was the worse for it. But he was still a little sticky...just not enough to prevent her from straightening him up as well.
When all that was accomplished, Fallon walked him back to the arcade, and inside. She saw Pakpao sitting with her back to them, and gave thanks. Leaning Tristan back against the table, she rubbed his cheeks, and upper arms, as if trying to get a little circulation back into him. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you, again, Tristan...you were an enormous assistance...I shall need to think of a way to repay you."
Squatting down until their eyes were level, she waited to see if there was any registration in his. There didn't appear to be, and she had run out of time. She brushed her lips against his, and then stood to leave.
"Good night, Tristan, and thank you..."
She said loud enough that she was sure Pakpao had heard as well, before she turned and left without another glance.
(ooc-Fallon out.)
The need to feed overrode her internal argument and she allowed herself to relax a little. Once she had done that, the sensations began to feel a whole lot better, and she actually began to enjoy the touch of his hands. In fact, as she became increasingly fond of the excitement building within her, she became rougher with her own actions. The minute his fingers moved inside her, she bit into the pulsating point in his neck, and sucked hard.
She felt him tense up for just a second, before his hand left her body. She wanted to scream out for him not to stop, but that would have meant releasing his neck, and that was not going to happen. So she forfeited her pleasures for her needs, and hoped that one day she might be able to marry the two.
His body still reacted for itself, and she felt his thrusts match the sucking motion her mouth was making. When she felt him shudder, she figured she had taken enough, and stopped, licking away any traces of blood, and giving him a few soft kisses, before turning, and letting him relax against the side of the building.
Once she saw he wasn't going to fall onto the ground, but was slightly disoriented, Fallon straightened herself up, making sure her skirt was back in place, and making a mental note to put her panties back on once she got back to work. She had thought it might be a good idea to be ready for anything, and now saw the merit in it.
"Tristan? Tristan, can you understand me? I have to get back to school...I'm going to walk you back inside now, alright? You were a huge help to me, and I really appreciate it...and if it's okay with you, I'd like to see you again?"
She rolled her eyes as she listened to her words...thankful that he was as out of it as he was. It had been exciting to feed from him, and she was curious to know if it had anything to do with the fact that she did know him...sort of.
She helped him get himself back into his pants...no easy feat under the circumstances. Somehow she had managed...or he had managed...to be facing away from her when his time had 'come', and neither of them was the worse for it. But he was still a little sticky...just not enough to prevent her from straightening him up as well.
When all that was accomplished, Fallon walked him back to the arcade, and inside. She saw Pakpao sitting with her back to them, and gave thanks. Leaning Tristan back against the table, she rubbed his cheeks, and upper arms, as if trying to get a little circulation back into him. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.
"Thank you, again, Tristan...you were an enormous assistance...I shall need to think of a way to repay you."
Squatting down until their eyes were level, she waited to see if there was any registration in his. There didn't appear to be, and she had run out of time. She brushed her lips against his, and then stood to leave.
"Good night, Tristan, and thank you..."
She said loud enough that she was sure Pakpao had heard as well, before she turned and left without another glance.
(ooc-Fallon out.)
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
Something was gouging him in the back. That was his first thought. Then he wondered where Fallon had gone, and looked around. Then he wondered why he was sitting alone at a table, and why he felt so damn...loose. He looked down at his fly, thankful to see it was closed. For some reason he was afraid he might be sitting there just 'hanging out'.
He stood up, and looked around again, spotting Pakpao...smoking again. He started walking her way, and almost fell back onto the bench.
"What the hell...?"
He shook his head and tried again, and this time had better success.
"Don't suppose you have an extra one of those?"
He reached Pakpao's side, and nodded towards the cigarette she held.
"For some reason, I've got a craving."
He then sat down alongside her, and rubbed his face with his hands. He then caught a whiff of Fallon, and stuffed his right hand into his pocket, glancing at Pakpao to see if she was aware of anything.
He stood up, and looked around again, spotting Pakpao...smoking again. He started walking her way, and almost fell back onto the bench.
"What the hell...?"
He shook his head and tried again, and this time had better success.
"Don't suppose you have an extra one of those?"
He reached Pakpao's side, and nodded towards the cigarette she held.
"For some reason, I've got a craving."
He then sat down alongside her, and rubbed his face with his hands. He then caught a whiff of Fallon, and stuffed his right hand into his pocket, glancing at Pakpao to see if she was aware of anything.
Pakpao
18 years ago
Some of Pak’s usual calm was returning. It wasn’t completely there and she was still libel to fly off into another energetic phase, but she could almost think again.
Watching Tristan come in, alone, it was easy to assume something had happened. It was worth parting with one of her precious cloves to see if she could correctly put the pieces together. Retrieving her cigarette case, one of her few real vanities it was gold exquisitely engraved with an Asian dragon, she opened it and offered one of the djarum specials. She’d probably get an odd look for the two sticks of gum, rubber band and two small paper clips that shared space with the cloves.
But there was a reason for them. Casually tossing her lighter on the table she looked at Tristan speculatively.
“Awfully cold out tonight isn’t it?”
Watching Tristan come in, alone, it was easy to assume something had happened. It was worth parting with one of her precious cloves to see if she could correctly put the pieces together. Retrieving her cigarette case, one of her few real vanities it was gold exquisitely engraved with an Asian dragon, she opened it and offered one of the djarum specials. She’d probably get an odd look for the two sticks of gum, rubber band and two small paper clips that shared space with the cloves.
But there was a reason for them. Casually tossing her lighter on the table she looked at Tristan speculatively.
“Awfully cold out tonight isn’t it?”
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
When he heard the case open, Tristan blinked, and looked at the item in Pakpaos' hand. He had almost forgotten he had asked for the cigarette, but reached in and took one. He had no clue that there was anything else in the case, as he barely knew he had the stick in his fingers.
The sound of the lighter sliding on the table broke him out of his daze again, long enough for him to light up and toke. Force of habit, he drew in the smoke, and held it a few seconds, before exhaling. The taste brought him around a bit more, when he realized it was not what his body was expecting.
"Cold? Is it?"
He looked through the windows to the outside, and again wondered where Fallon had gone.
"Work...oh...yea."
He spoke to himself, when the memory surfaced. She had said she was going back to school, to work. And she wanted to see him again...he had been a big help. He just couldn't remember what it was he had helped her with.
Pulling another drag, and exhaling more naturally this time, Tristan rubbed his mouth, and then recognized Pakpao was sitting there.
"Now that was just plain weird."
The sound of the lighter sliding on the table broke him out of his daze again, long enough for him to light up and toke. Force of habit, he drew in the smoke, and held it a few seconds, before exhaling. The taste brought him around a bit more, when he realized it was not what his body was expecting.
"Cold? Is it?"
He looked through the windows to the outside, and again wondered where Fallon had gone.
"Work...oh...yea."
He spoke to himself, when the memory surfaced. She had said she was going back to school, to work. And she wanted to see him again...he had been a big help. He just couldn't remember what it was he had helped her with.
Pulling another drag, and exhaling more naturally this time, Tristan rubbed his mouth, and then recognized Pakpao was sitting there.
"Now that was just plain weird."
Pakpao
18 years ago
Maybe what she though happened isn’t quite what happened. Based on her second occupation, his stupor didn’t seem consistent with being assaulted by a very –friendly- woman. But it did seem more in line with her current state of being.
No, she was out of it she wasn’t thinking this was still the manic talking. At least that is what she told herself, but Pak also decided this Fallon needed to be tracked down. Just to be sure.
“You know you’re rambling and making very little sense at that.”
Another second and he’d live up to that fruit and nut reputation that had been mentioned earlier.
Putting away the case and lighter, she finally cut to the chase.
”Oh I’m not sure weird is what I’d call it, but maybe you want to elaborate on that idea.”
No, she was out of it she wasn’t thinking this was still the manic talking. At least that is what she told herself, but Pak also decided this Fallon needed to be tracked down. Just to be sure.
“You know you’re rambling and making very little sense at that.”
Another second and he’d live up to that fruit and nut reputation that had been mentioned earlier.
Putting away the case and lighter, she finally cut to the chase.
”Oh I’m not sure weird is what I’d call it, but maybe you want to elaborate on that idea.”
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
"Rambling? Oh...sorry...I was wondering where Fallon had gone, and then I remembered she said she had to get back to work."
Saying things out loud helped him remember, and make better sense out of what just happened. He had gone outside with her, and they had...well...yea...he had anyway. He looked up at Pakpao, sheepishly, as if she might be able to read his mind. He relaxed when he got that it would be impossible for her to know what he was thinking or what had gone on outside.
"Weird? Yea, me...I'm flipping weird. She had told me where she was going and seconds later I forgot...pretty weird, don't you think?"
And though that wasn't the full story behind his words, it was all he could come up with, without sounding any more stupid than he already did.
"So how did you do on that last round?"
Changing the subject would be good, he thought, and he nodded towards the DDR machine. He'd like to give it another try, but didn't think that would be happening tonight. His legs were still a bit shaky, for some weird reason. Weird.
"Your inspiration ever show up?"
Saying things out loud helped him remember, and make better sense out of what just happened. He had gone outside with her, and they had...well...yea...he had anyway. He looked up at Pakpao, sheepishly, as if she might be able to read his mind. He relaxed when he got that it would be impossible for her to know what he was thinking or what had gone on outside.
"Weird? Yea, me...I'm flipping weird. She had told me where she was going and seconds later I forgot...pretty weird, don't you think?"
And though that wasn't the full story behind his words, it was all he could come up with, without sounding any more stupid than he already did.
"So how did you do on that last round?"
Changing the subject would be good, he thought, and he nodded towards the DDR machine. He'd like to give it another try, but didn't think that would be happening tonight. His legs were still a bit shaky, for some weird reason. Weird.
"Your inspiration ever show up?"
Pakpao
18 years ago
There was still enough of a giddiness to her that this whole situation seemed more of a joke than terribly serious. She smiled lopsidedly, but refrained from shaking her head. There were two really good guesses as to what happened, but either way it seemed like Tristan was going to be closed mouthed about it.
"Weird or inconsiderate. Not sure which just yet. You forget a lot of things?"Â?
While she was still curious, the mood, her mood, had shifted. Her mood was still running high, but not so high it couldn't be directed into something practical, productive. That meant she'd either clean and rearrange or work on some code, but she wanted to work.
"Actually inspiration may have just hit. Did you need a lift any where?"Â?
"Weird or inconsiderate. Not sure which just yet. You forget a lot of things?"Â?
While she was still curious, the mood, her mood, had shifted. Her mood was still running high, but not so high it couldn't be directed into something practical, productive. That meant she'd either clean and rearrange or work on some code, but she wanted to work.
"Actually inspiration may have just hit. Did you need a lift any where?"Â?
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
"Inconsiderate? No...she was most...considerate."
Tristan couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Fact is, everyone I've met since coming to Nachton has been really accommodating, and friendly. I only came to visit my sister for a short bit, but I may just be hanging around for awhile."
He kinda got the impression Pakpao was looking for more information from him, but it wasn't like Tristan to talk about those kinds of things. Besides, still feeling a bit weak in the knees, his head was clearing and he had remembered, he thought, what had happened. Without thinking he rubbed the back of his neck, and let his hand fall around to the side, where it felt a little sore. Grinning again, it seemed Fallon was quite the aggressive little thing, which he found curious. He never would have thought the quiet girl on the beach was one and the same.
"I'd love a ride, back to my sister's if you don't mind. She doesn't live far but I think that bit of 'dancing' has shown me just how out of shape I am."
He looked at his hand now, and saw that the little cigarette had gone out. He stood up and walked to the door to pop the butt out into the street. He remained there, holding the door open, waiting for Pakpao.
"Now see...you're a great example of what I was just saying. You don't know me from Adam, and yet you're willing to give me a ride...in this day and age."
Then, afraid he might be giving her reason to rethink her offer...
"But you can trust me. I'm probably the least aggressive male you're ever going to meet."
Tristan couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Fact is, everyone I've met since coming to Nachton has been really accommodating, and friendly. I only came to visit my sister for a short bit, but I may just be hanging around for awhile."
He kinda got the impression Pakpao was looking for more information from him, but it wasn't like Tristan to talk about those kinds of things. Besides, still feeling a bit weak in the knees, his head was clearing and he had remembered, he thought, what had happened. Without thinking he rubbed the back of his neck, and let his hand fall around to the side, where it felt a little sore. Grinning again, it seemed Fallon was quite the aggressive little thing, which he found curious. He never would have thought the quiet girl on the beach was one and the same.
"I'd love a ride, back to my sister's if you don't mind. She doesn't live far but I think that bit of 'dancing' has shown me just how out of shape I am."
He looked at his hand now, and saw that the little cigarette had gone out. He stood up and walked to the door to pop the butt out into the street. He remained there, holding the door open, waiting for Pakpao.
"Now see...you're a great example of what I was just saying. You don't know me from Adam, and yet you're willing to give me a ride...in this day and age."
Then, afraid he might be giving her reason to rethink her offer...
"But you can trust me. I'm probably the least aggressive male you're ever going to meet."
Pakpao
18 years ago
Pak stubbed out the remnants of her clove and put her jacket back on. There was a strict rule about no smoking, eating, or anything else in the car and those rules applied to her as well.
"And you didn't even see level three, but its cheaper than a gym."Â?
Very quickly she made her way through the door to the car and started the engine. The faster the engine got started the sooner the heater would work and the happier she'd be. Once that was done -then- she could lean over and open the other door for Tristan. He might be a nice enough guy, odd but nice, but there were priorities and heat was one of them.
She was very protective of the Little Bird, but didn't say anything. Most men seemed to treat the car well due to its uniqueness. Letting him get settled she quipped back at him.
"You should never tell a lady she can trust you and that you're the passive sort. It makes you sounds suspicious, but I'm pretty sure I could take you so we're OK.
"And you didn't even see level three, but its cheaper than a gym."Â?
Very quickly she made her way through the door to the car and started the engine. The faster the engine got started the sooner the heater would work and the happier she'd be. Once that was done -then- she could lean over and open the other door for Tristan. He might be a nice enough guy, odd but nice, but there were priorities and heat was one of them.
She was very protective of the Little Bird, but didn't say anything. Most men seemed to treat the car well due to its uniqueness. Letting him get settled she quipped back at him.
"You should never tell a lady she can trust you and that you're the passive sort. It makes you sounds suspicious, but I'm pretty sure I could take you so we're OK.
Shay
18 years ago
"I've a feeling I'll be back here again...maybe I can try then, for level three."
Something also told him unless he had a pretty lady to play with, he probably wouldn't be doing that alone.
He gave a quick wolf whistle at the car, before she opened the door and he slid in.
"Niiiiiiice."
He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen Pakpao behind the wheel of such a car, but once he got over the initial shock of seeing the car at all, he saw that she looked right at home.
He took her advice to heart, but had to respond.
"So next time I should say nothing then? I certainly can't say...'Hey, I'm a badass, fear me."
Not that he was going to worry over her suggestion, but he was a little interested in what more she had to say on the subject.
He gave her Shay's address, and settled in for the ride.
Something also told him unless he had a pretty lady to play with, he probably wouldn't be doing that alone.
He gave a quick wolf whistle at the car, before she opened the door and he slid in.
"Niiiiiiice."
He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen Pakpao behind the wheel of such a car, but once he got over the initial shock of seeing the car at all, he saw that she looked right at home.
He took her advice to heart, but had to respond.
"So next time I should say nothing then? I certainly can't say...'Hey, I'm a badass, fear me."
Not that he was going to worry over her suggestion, but he was a little interested in what more she had to say on the subject.
He gave her Shay's address, and settled in for the ride.
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
"I've a feeling I'll be back here again...maybe I can try then, for level three."
Something also told him unless he had a pretty lady to play with, he probably wouldn't be doing that alone.
He gave a quick wolf whistle at the car, before she opened the door and he slid in.
"Niiiiiiice."
He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen Pakpao behind the wheel of such a car, but once he got over the initial shock of seeing the car at all, he saw that she looked right at home.
He took her advice to heart, but had to respond.
"So next time I should say nothing then? I certainly can't say...'Hey, I'm a badass, fear me."
Not that he was going to worry over her suggestion, but he was a little interested in what more she had to say on the subject.
He gave her Shay's address, and settled in for the ride.
Something also told him unless he had a pretty lady to play with, he probably wouldn't be doing that alone.
He gave a quick wolf whistle at the car, before she opened the door and he slid in.
"Niiiiiiice."
He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen Pakpao behind the wheel of such a car, but once he got over the initial shock of seeing the car at all, he saw that she looked right at home.
He took her advice to heart, but had to respond.
"So next time I should say nothing then? I certainly can't say...'Hey, I'm a badass, fear me."
Not that he was going to worry over her suggestion, but he was a little interested in what more she had to say on the subject.
He gave her Shay's address, and settled in for the ride.
Pakpao
18 years ago
She couldn’t help but grin with pride at the appricate the T-bird got. One owner from new, babied every step of the way and recently overhauled.
“Thanks.”
Pak had a bit of a led foot and even with one wrong turn made quick work of the drive. Eyes on the road she laughed at the idea of announcing one’s self as a bad ass. It had some style, but was also way too flashy and too hard to live up to. At least she thought so.
“‘Better to be silent and thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.’ I think its Twain. But it works out. If someone tells me I can trust them I’m immediately suspicious. But maybe I just like to develop my own conclusions. I’ve never really thought about it that much.”
Generally because she was busy convincing people to trust her.
Slowing down she pointed at what she thought was the place.
“Is that it?”
((OOC… you can write PT out. I’ll get Pak out when I get back… you know I looked all night and could not find my coat! I’m going to freeze to death!))
“Thanks.”
Pak had a bit of a led foot and even with one wrong turn made quick work of the drive. Eyes on the road she laughed at the idea of announcing one’s self as a bad ass. It had some style, but was also way too flashy and too hard to live up to. At least she thought so.
“‘Better to be silent and thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.’ I think its Twain. But it works out. If someone tells me I can trust them I’m immediately suspicious. But maybe I just like to develop my own conclusions. I’ve never really thought about it that much.”
Generally because she was busy convincing people to trust her.
Slowing down she pointed at what she thought was the place.
“Is that it?”
((OOC… you can write PT out. I’ll get Pak out when I get back… you know I looked all night and could not find my coat! I’m going to freeze to death!))
Patrick Tristan O Mannon
18 years ago
Feeling his body pushed back by the force of her acceleration, out of habit Tristan reached up and behind him for the shoulder belt. Of course he came up empty...that year car had none. But luckily he did find the lap belt, and snapped it in quick.
"I think I've heard that before...maybe now I should actually pay attention, and remember it."
The evening had gone from being pleasent, to entertaining, to a little bit bizaare, but all in all, Tristan had enjoyed himself.
"Yea...that's it. You can pull around to the side, and let me out there...and listen Pakpao...it was nice meeting you. That Dance Dance thing was fun...and thanks for the ride."
When the car came to a stop, he unsnapped the belt, and let himself out. Bending down into the car, he gave her a wink.
"Now you be careful driving home, and don't stop for any strangers...they're not all bad asses like me...some are actually kinda weird."
Slamming the door shut, but not with too much force, Tristan wobbled a bit, before waving her on. He then turned, fished the keys from his pocket, and started the long walk towards the front door.
(ooc - Tristan out.)
"Better to be silent and thought a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.’ I think its Twain. But it works out."
"I think I've heard that before...maybe now I should actually pay attention, and remember it."
The evening had gone from being pleasent, to entertaining, to a little bit bizaare, but all in all, Tristan had enjoyed himself.
"Yea...that's it. You can pull around to the side, and let me out there...and listen Pakpao...it was nice meeting you. That Dance Dance thing was fun...and thanks for the ride."
When the car came to a stop, he unsnapped the belt, and let himself out. Bending down into the car, he gave her a wink.
"Now you be careful driving home, and don't stop for any strangers...they're not all bad asses like me...some are actually kinda weird."
Slamming the door shut, but not with too much force, Tristan wobbled a bit, before waving her on. He then turned, fished the keys from his pocket, and started the long walk towards the front door.
(ooc - Tristan out.)
Pakpao
18 years ago
Pak was used to her driving, but did catch was seemed to be a moment of panic or at the very least surprise from Tristan when she punched the accelerator. Funny, no matter what mood she was in she liked to drive fast. Maybe some day she’d think about that, maybe not.
Some people were kind of odd? Well that would be the understatement of the year, and she wasn’t applying that to him either.
“The weird ones are the interesting ones. But if you’re worried about that, be sure to lock your doors.”
Pleased he hadn’t really slammed the door, it was easy to do that with older cars, she gave him a half waive before shooting the little car down the street and back home.
((Out and lock please… thank you.))
Some people were kind of odd? Well that would be the understatement of the year, and she wasn’t applying that to him either.
“The weird ones are the interesting ones. But if you’re worried about that, be sure to lock your doors.”
Pleased he hadn’t really slammed the door, it was easy to do that with older cars, she gave him a half waive before shooting the little car down the street and back home.
((Out and lock please… thank you.))