Midnight Waves (open)

[jordanfelix]

~"The idea that an individual can find God is terribly self-centered. It is like a wave thinking it can find the sea."~

The dim lights of New York weren't all that different from the areas he'd seen in Australia. Though the major differences did play a part in confusing the hell out of him, they drove on opposite sides of the road here, the cars were made different, even street signs sort of threw him off a bit! That didn't stop him though, he drove on the highway, sunset beach was where he was going, to get some surfing time in. He used to surf back in Australia, but he assumed that the waters there were a hell of a lot more dangerous then here, which meant he could farther. Jordan sat in his Mazda 3, the black car which he had been working on for the past nine weeks, he'd finally gotten the damn thing started. His arms swayed to the left and the car fell in unison, the low hum of his engine had come to a stop in what looked like a barrier of yellow lines - parking space. As he stepped out of the car, he made sure the doors were locked, a long surf board sat on top of the car, strapped in of course.

The rush of the water made Jordan's excitement jump, he was here for some rad surfing styles, hell he might even run into someone. After he was bitten, he found himself unable to go out in the day time, and thats usually when most people went out for Christ sakes! Jordan shrugged it off though, wasn't much he could do anymore, but there were a lot more things to do now to. Things he couldn't do before he was bitten, perhaps the extra boost in strength and such would improve his surfing? He doubted it. Jordan threw off his shirt, and removed his shoes and socks, just shorts covered him up now. Fine lines of muscular build formed around his rib cage and more defined lines surrounded the bulges in his arms. The lines were from doing what he thought he did best, being a mechanic. He hauled the board and threw it over his shoulder, walking to wards the water.

The soft tanned sand shot up from beneath his feet with every step he took, now, he stood in front of the water looking out into it with questioning eyes. His scarlet blue eyes watched as the waves danced and fought with the water, slamming down with ferocity. He liked the water for one reason, it calmed him down, gave him time to think. He looked up into the moon, the moon was the only light he was going to get on the water, but he didn't mind it. He sat down on his board, watching the water, he'd go in soon, just not at the moment.

[callum]

Callum looked up at the moon, it wasn't full just yet, his eyes half closed and his new coat bundled up under his head to serve as a pillow. The night was cool and reminded him a bit of home, the chill and the small of the ocean. Well, the ocean didn't really describe the smell of London but it still seemed to do the trick when he was feeling a little homesick. But the real question at this moment was what Callum was doing? Well to put it simply, he was waiting; waiting on a beach, in the middle of the night, with a camera. He was working. Callum was a private investigator from London and his latest client, some rich old bugger, had hired him to follow his seventh wife to New York city and take pictures of her cheating on him.

Now Callum was sure that she was going to cheat, she was at least thirty years younger than the old fart, but he didn't much expect them to do it tonight. He had found some messages that implied a midnight stroll by the beach, but also an order for some wines brought up to the hotel room. Callum considered scouting out the room, but decided a beach would be easier and more relaxing to wait at. Yeah, he wasn't that interested in the job. Catching some beauty queen cheating was easy, he could do it any time during the day so it wasn't really top priority on one of the few occasions he got to visit New York and not pay a dime for flight expenses.

Callum's ears perked up, metaphorically speaking this particular time around, and he sat up quickly. After a moment he recognized the sound as splashing. Someone was actually on the beach apart from him, that was just fantastic in the most sarcastic way possible. Gritting his teeth a bit Callum positioned himself down on one knee and brought up his camera, looking around through the lens fitted for taking pictures at night. No one in sight... no one in sight... damn... there was someone. But it was only one person, surfing at night.

That wasn't odd at all. Calming down a bit Callum let his camera fall and hang from his neck thanks to that handy little strap he bought a few months back. He quickly picked up his coat and flapped it a few times to dismiss that unwanted sand and then warm himself up. There was someone surfing in the night, which besides being a horrible safety hazard, interfered with his "work". "Bollocks to this, wonder what kind of loon this poor bastard is." Callum said, turning with intentions of leaving... then he turned again, and once more as if to leave.

"Ah hell." Callum muttered to himself as he turned toward the see once again.

Walking forward a bit he began to call out to the surfer as he waved his arms, trying his best to get his attention and hopefully draw him in. He couldn't just leave some guy surfing at night where he could get hurt or lost at sea. It wouldn't be responsible.

[* Ixandra Marie]

A petite blonde girl was walking on the boardwalk near where the surfer and other boy were at. She was watchuing them, sort of. She saw the one guy stand and walk over and start waving his arms like a lunatic. But she definitely did not understand WHY.

"People these days..." she said to herself, as she made her way to the beach. The breeze was cool, the moon almost full, and the water seemed nice. So, she was going to go for a swim while she was still in New York, before heading home to London.

The smell of salt and stale chips was around her, just outside her own bubble of smells. The air around her and on her in itself smelled very different, like a mix of strawberries, peppermint, and cotton candy. The sun has went down a bit ago, the sky dark and gray above her golden head. Surpisingly, the moonlight made her look better than usual, which was definitely saying soemthing. She was about one hundred yards away from the surfer and the lunatic when she set her beach bag down, having planned on coming to the beach tonight, and took off her shirt. Under the black V-neck was a black halter bikini top, with red splatters meant to look like blood. She shimmied out of her denim miniskirt to reveal matching black boyshorts.

She looked over her shoulder at the boys as she was taking off her sandals. Perhaps the lunatic was just hurt or trying to tell the surfer something? Maybe there was a shark? She shrugged, walking a bit closer.

"Hey!" she called over the wind to the loon, putting her hands on her wide hips. Her slightly pale skin accentuated her curves in the dim light. "Are you okay?" she asked.

People always came to the beach at night in New York because it was peaceful and usually not crowded. Actually, tonight with the three people that actually were there it was one of the more crowded nights, other than when the teens had their little bonfires at the beach. Usually, because of the teens that had a penis and thought they were something special, Ixandra Marie DaSilva was invited to those parties. Usually, she ended up going home after cussing out some poor excuse for a boy in French.

Count: 385
Lyrics: Emilie Autumn
Credit: Mercer
Notes: AWESOMESAUCE!! ^-^

[jordanfelix]

Jordan's gaze was kept at sea, the waves were mesmerizing, it had him in a complete and utter trance. With a forced smile, Jordan reached for the jacket he had sitting under his board. He meshed around the pockets a bit, trying to find something that would break his trance, and he found them. Jordan's worst habit had to have been his smoking, but it was hard to say 'worst' when the smoke didn't really effect him. In all fairness, he wasn't really 'alive' to be effected in the first place. Then came the man with his flailing arms, and what appeared to be a camera, oh boy was this shaping out to be a weird night. From behind him he could here the incessant yelling of a woman, probably trying to grab the attention of the paparazzi. He stood for a moment, taking a haul off of his cigarette, what in the hell were two people doing here on such a night? Didn't they know the dangers anymore?

"Hey!"

"What the fu-," Jordan cut himself off, the guy was getting closer and closer to him. The woman on the other hand apparently had no care in yelling from a distance, once again the shirtless vampire looked up at the moon. It wasn't full just yet, but he had a quirky feeling about the guy approaching him with the camera. Jordan's scarlet blue orbs for eyes started to look at the man, he didn't look like he was from around here, and by the looks of it neither did the woman. Not many people yelled and walked up to anyone in New York without a good reason for doing it, the reason he'd even came out at night was because he had no way of getting himself out of the house during the sunlight. Jordan scoffed to himself finally and decided it was his turn to start moving toward the stranger, they'd meet about half way no doubt.

As he made his strut he had forgotten about his jacket which was left on top of his surf board, his dark blue shorts had a silver line running down each side. He again took a long haul off his cigarette, the smoke he exhaled vanished his face for a moment but it was clearly visible once he walked through it. Why in the hell is this guy approaching me? Screw it. I want to know why and I better get answers. His thoughts ran deeply in the back of his mind, he didn't show emotion on his face, but the least he could do was be friendly to the guy. Right? He hoped that this would be a friendly run-in, if not, he knew how to use the knife in his car.

[callum]

After a bit more yelling and waving Callum managed to both grab the attention of everyone in the area and make himself out to be a total crazy person, which he was thankfully unaware of as his current goal was saving lives. Oh yes, a real keeper of peace and friend to all was what Callum was. Good deed for the day and all that, if only he didn't look like a crazy escaped from some facility. Still, the surfer was now taking a stride toward Callum and, unbeknownst (I never get to use this word) to him, so was the woman stripping down to her swim suit.

As the man got closer Callum could start to get some better details on him. Obviously the fact that he was wearing shorts and ready to swim, basic height and build. The little things that he had come to notice without actually taking note of them, and that he didn't really have much emotion to his face. Seemed unusually neutral, had someone gone and stopped him from surfing to his doom in the past? Was this pretty common for the man? Callum took a sniff, more expect the salt water than anything else. What he got was the smell of... candy or something, strawberries, and other sweet things that made him wrinkle his nose or a moment.

It didn't smell bad, though a bit too sweet for his tastes, just unexpected. He turned as a woman called "Hey!, got a look at her... and stopped thinking for a moment or two. "Are you okay?" she asked in time with Callum's snap back into reality. He looked over at the man, then at the girl and took note that they were both in swim suits. Then he took another look at the girl before clearing his throat. Bloody hell, don't they teach you anything over here? Its dangerous to swim at night." He said, trying to sound stern but really just coming off as a bit matter-o-factly (not a word).

The brief thought that these two might be a couple, and THE couple he was suppose to be taking pictures of crossed his mind but he got rid of the idea quickly. This woman didn't look anything like the girl in the picture, and if they were then they wouldn't have walked over to a man with a camera.

[* Ixandra Marie]

Ixandra raise a brow, with a smile. "Did they ever tell you that in New York, it's perfectly fine?" she asked in her infamous slightly Southern accent. "Where I live in London it may not be acceptable but here it is... So, why exactly is it you were waving your hands like a maniac, again?" Her voice was innocent, sweet as candy. She was like a seven year old trapped in a supermodel's body. Well, sort of.

She put her hair up in a small black elastic as she smiled at him, taking in the sight of the fit surfer and the camera-crazed lunatic. So, two cute boys, one beach. One perhaps paparazzi? One definite surfer, seeing as how he WAS with surf board in SURF trunks. She took in the little details about each one, the way the paparazzi boy seemed a bit like a lecturer and how the other one had absolutely no emotion what so ever in his face. Not even his eyes showed emotion, which sort of creeped Ixi Stix out for she was a strong believer in talking with only your eyes.

'Great, Ixandra, you just HAVE to go and get in a conversation when you SHOULD be in the shark infested ocean... Wait, no, you should be in the cool water at night when sharks are more likely to get mad at your for being in there...' As she thought this, what the lunatic slash paparazzi boy was saying kept coming going through her head. It WAS dangerous to swim at night. But she wasn't all too big on going to night clubs, seeing as how she was once a stripper and knew the prices some of the good clubs could charge. SO the beach it had been. And now she was NOT, I repeat, NOT going into that shark-infested, Mannaray-disguising, Jelly fish-covering water. No sirree, Bob, not her and not now. There was no way in Hell she was going to go like Steve Irwin, nuh uh, not today. She waited for a response as all this went through her head rather quickly, knowing she had come off a bit snippy but hey, you can't take back your words.

[jordanfelix]

"Did they ever tell you that in New York, it's perfectly fine?"

"Ay mate, she has a point," Jordan agreed with her, if he was able to rock the waves in Australia, he'd definitely be able to rock them here. Sharks, bah, sharks weren't that much of a problem, not if you were on the surf board at least. He listened as the woman continued with her rant, and he couldn't even contain the laughter after what she'd said. Jordan looked into the sky once more, the moon had a great shine to it, but it was starting to become lost behind the gray dancing puff balls that were clouds. Oi, was that going to change anything about the surf quality? He'd heard in Australia that if the moon was perfectly align with the way the waves were moving it would be a perfect time to be out on the water, but that just an old Australian folk lore about the sea. Hell if that were the case, he'd be here every night trying to see which way the moon was facing.

"Thanks for your concern though mate, appreciate it. The names Jordan Felix. Since you had your question, I think I'll take mine. Whats with the camera mate?," Jordan's accent rang through the air, it was obvious what heritage he came from for he didn't even try to hide it. The woman who had approached them had an accent as well, he made a friendly nod to the woman but kept his eyes on the man with the camera. He made a gesture, a friendly bout, he offered his hand to the man with the camera whether he took it or not was up to him alone. He kept it out to be sure of the man's motives, there was something off about him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He turned his head to the woman for a quick second and started to speak. "Pleasure to meet you too miss...,", Jordan wore a smile, but the fact was that he sounded like an idiot trying to introduce himself to someone he didn't even know or wasn't introduced to. He was friendly however, it wasn't the type of area where you could afford not to be. It was obvious that these three weren't from the country they were in right now, they weren't American.

He watched the waves now, how the bashed and thrashed against the open sea. He liked the water, hell he liked anywhere that reminded him of home, Australia. He'd missed the place that was for sure, but he was a lot more... economically funded here, more stable to be exact. Also, he wasn't being forced to join the military or fly a plane - that thought made him shudder. He hated airplanes, so whenever his family wanted to see him, he'd pay for half their ticket for them to come down and see him. They had said that they enjoyed New York, but Melbourne was the place for them. Ha, that was a laugh, Melbourne was only good for its hot climate and its women, and his finality on that was put to extreme satisfaction.

[callum]

"Did they ever tell you that in New York, it's perfectly fine?" The woman asked, pulling a laugh from the surfer and a fairly confused look from Callum. Fact of the matter was, no. No one had mentioned that in America it was considered the norm to swim about in places that could get you potentially killed. Now that he thought about it there was a nice little lure of danger for that kind of swimming, if you were into that sort of thing but- oh, she was still talking. "Where I live in London it may not be acceptable but here it is... So, why exactly is it you were waving your hands like a maniac, again?" the woman finished. This time Callum raised an eyebrow, she certainly didn't sound like she lived in London, but he didn't have any reason to think she would lie so he just accepted it as a truth.

Though as he turned to address the surfer who had joined in for the conversation, he very quick made a little turn to the woman and added in "I'm not crazy, I'm not." It was quick and once said he turned again like it was perfectly normal thing to do during a conversation. Callum didn't like the idea of being crazy, only crazy people would like that. And Callum wasn't crazy... really, he isn't. "Thanks for your concern though mate, appreciate it. The names Jordan Felix. Since you had your question, I think I'll take mine. Whats with the camera mate?," He asked before extending out a friendly hand. Callum glanced at him again, he had a funny smell about him. If Callum had been a bit more experienced in the ways of the world he would have known, but as it was this was the first vampire he had ever met.

He held out his own hand and returned the gesture with a firm friendly handshake. "Pleasure, I'm Callum Weller." He said, before using his free hand to hold up his camera as a sign he was addressing Jordan's question now. "I'm a private investigator. My newest client asked if I'd come down here and take pictures of his wife cheating on 'em, but so far she's a no show." Callum said with a smile. He himself had a nice rich British accent, like something you would hear out of a Guy Ritchie movie. (Snatch, love that movie) Then with a tilt of his head he looked over, again, at the woman in the swim suit. The moon light was fading a bit but he could still see just fine, another bonus to his condition.

"Just to be fair, I think its your turn to tell us your name miss." He tried to sound as polite as possible. She already thought he was crazy-which he wasn't- he thought it might be good to set a better image for himself.

[* Ixandra Marie]

"Pleasure to meet you too miss...,"
She nodded to him as Callum spoke, with a small smile. Both boys were hott, to say the least, and she felt sort of out of place here in her bikini being the only girl with to too cute boys. Sort of inadequate, if you will.

"I'm not crazy, I'm not."
This sentence of course made Ixi think the exact OPPOSITe but hey, that's life. Everyone was crazy to an extent, some, probably including this Callum guy, more than others. But hey, crazy meant fun and when you were cute and fun, Ixi usually liked you. Besides, Ixi herself was probably a bit too crazy also, but again she was fun too, so what the Hell did it matter?

"Just to be fair, I think its your turn to tell us your name miss."
Ixandra giggled a little. "I guess it would be fair of me to tell y'all my name, wouldn't it? Hmm, well, I am Ixandra Marie DaSilva. But people just call me Ixi or Ixi Stix. You can pick whichever you'd like if you ever wish to call upon me, Darlin's." she said with a quick grin. She saw the one guy looking at her and looked right back at him. He definitely had something to look at, she supposed. She looked at the other guy, Jordan, again. When she looked at both of them, once again realizing she was the only girl and not quite as gorgeous as the two boys, her female self-conscience thing took over and she once more felt inadequate. Even if she was a gorgeous female, it wasn't like she KNEW that. No woman ever knew she beautiful, it was just how the were. They saw themselves two times bigger than they were usually and judged themselves at all times. ESPECIALLY the Human ones, which Ixandra was indeed a part of. Silently, she looked form each boy, judging them against each other. In the end, there was no choice. They were both drop dead gorgeous. Ixandra put her hands around her stomach to hide it, even though it was flat.

Damn self conscience-ness.

[jordanfelix]

"Thats an interesting job you got there mate, must be well paying I'd assume," Jordan again left a little chuckle after his comment. He didn't mean to, but, when you had to follow people around and take pictures of them for a living, hell that was harsh. Jordan gave yet another glance to his surf board, damn thing, he probably wasn't even going to be able to use it tonight. The board was a light blue color, easy to spot from far away, the paint job on it was quite good, but then again Jordan would compliment anything he'd done himself. On the top, it had the initials JSF, for his own name. Jordan Scott Felix, the name had been given to him from his father to honor his grand father, a war veteran. If he wanted to be simple, he could have put it this way, he was Jordan Jr. Jr. He didn't like the sound of that and he wanted his own name to be remembered for what he did, not his deceased grandfather.

Though, he respected this Cal guy, he had the guts to come all the way down to New York and explain exactly what his job was. Jordan turned to the water, his gaze streaming out into the lake, instinct made him look up once again, as the clouds still blocked out the moon. He felt a gentle breeze, it pushed his hair slightly and made a ripple on his shorts. He took yet another drag from the cigarette and exhaled it away from their faces, making sure that the smoke didn't near them. He'd heard commercials and such explain the threat of second-hand smoke and he needn't be lectured about it again. Plus, he didn't know if these people were human or vampire, he doubt that there'd be a werewolf anywhere around him. Since he wasn't attacked yet at least, most wolves didn't take to kindly between the species difference.

"I guess it would be fair of me to tell y'all my name, wouldn't it? Hmm, well, I am Ixandra Marie DaSilva."

"Accents all around I suppose," Jordan had forgotten to stop himself. Damn. He didn't know how people reacted to that, especially these two, but it was true they all had accents. No one who stood here on the beach was from the same country, possibly he and Cal could be seeing as the accents weren't far a part but you could easily tell it was British. Ever since moving to America, Jordan had worked on getting his tongue around the American slang, but it worked to no avail. He simply couldn't do that, but he wouldn't beat down on himself for it, lots of people couldn't. He didn't suffer the prejudices from the American's seeing as he was from Australia, but hell, he was glad he wasn't really that foreign.

[callum]

"Thats an interesting job you got there mate, must be well paying I'd assume," Jordan said. He seemed fairly upbeat, a nice type of guy. Everyone in New York was always in a rush it was nice that some people in the world didn't mind slowing down for a bit of talk. "No job pays as well as you'd like it to, but it covers my expenses." Callum answered. As it was, things in the Private I. business tended to be a lot like the ocean, high tide and low tide or whatever. Sometimes you got a big score, sometimes nothing but small jobs, and worse was when there were no jobs. Jordan looked back to his surf board, probably wanting to go out on the waves right then. As Callum glanced at it he made a not of the letters, figuring the middle one was his middle name or a nick name.

"I guess it would be fair of me to tell y'all my name, wouldn't it? Hmm, well, I am Ixandra Marie DaSilva. But people just call me Ixi or Ixi Stix. You can pick whichever you'd like if you ever wish to call upon me, Darlin's." she said, catching him looking at her and giving him a look back. He quickly averted his eyes and turned slightly red, damn. It just wasn't how he was raised to get caught staring, he wasn't supposed to get caught at all according t his Father's teachings. "Accents all around I suppose," Jordan said, causing a very open laugh from Callum. He hadn't expected the comment but very much appreciated it.

He didn't think it would be a problem, but apparently Americans had a surprisingly difficult time understanding a British accent. It took him almost twenty minutes to inform a very upset cab driver where he wanted to go after getting off his plane. "You know, despite the fact we speak the same language no one in this city can seem to understand what I'm bloody say'in." Callum laughed again as he was almost sure that Jordan must have had a similar experience. Callum glanced up now too to see the clouds still gathering overhead. Maybe a storm was brewing?

He still felt uncomfortable about letting anyone swim about at night. So, putting on a smile for his new friends he made a suggestion. "Not to nag or anything, but I still think its a bit daft to go swimming around here a night. And seeing as how my job tonight is a bust, how about we all go for a light dinner instead? My treat." That was a lie, it wasn't really his treat. Almost his entire trip was being paid for by his client, and if said client asked any questions about the dinner he would just say that he was speaking to some informants. Clever, yes but not very honest. Oh well, a little white lie every now and again didn't hurt. Well... usually.

[* Ixandra Marie]

Ixandra saw the man go red when she looked back at him. Aww, how cute. A boy who could blush well was always cool in her book, after all. She blushed a bit as well, looking down.

"Accents all around I suppose,"
Ixi laughed, and looked at Jordan. "Yeah, I guess so. Umm, I know Callum is from England by his accent, probably somewhere around London but difinitely not Welsh, it just doesn't seem to fit. And Jordan..." she thought for a moment. "Australia?" she asked.

"Not to nag or anything, but I'm still think its a bit daft to go swimming around here a night. And seeing as how my job tonight is a bust, how about we all go for a light dinner instead? My treat."
She looked over at where her things sat, biting her lip. "Actually, it's getting around time when all the teens love to come out and party on the beach. I'm afraid if we don't get out of here fast, both you boys are going to have a lot of little girls all over you and... Well, as for me, I tend to get out of the little boys's minds fairly quickly when they start to arrive..." she grinned mischieviously. "And as for dinner, I'm up for it if Jordan is, but I definitely want to pay for myself. Mama always said, if it isn't a date, you pay for yourself. Otherwise, you might feel you owe the man something and, well," she looked up at Callum with a sly grin. "We wouldn't want that, now, would we?" She chuckled, looking at Jordan. "Unless Monsieur Felix wishes to get back on his grgeous board, that is?" She said with a wink to him. Her accent was warm, homey and sweet. But then again, thirty minutes wth Ixandra alone could put a person into a diabetic coma, after all, with all the sweetness she simply exhaled around her. And, she LOOKED sweet too, so that simply didn't help, either.

[jordanfelix]

"You know, despite the fact we speak the same language no one in this city can seem to understand what I'm bloody say'in."

Jordan gave an understandable nod, he knew what it was like trying to get around in America with his own accent, it must have been harder considering the untimely dispute between American and British citizens. It'd been a long going dispute, but it was mostly found in the southern areas of America, Texas and such. Jordan's eyes fixated back at his car, he'd definitely offer to drive them hell it beat walking. "Ay mate, I know what you mean. And to answer your question Ixandra, yes it is Australian. I'll tag along but I'll pay for myself too mate, we can take the car if you'd like,"

Jordan gave a little shrug to wards the car, it wasn't anything flashy but it was something to get around in. He'd fixed it up himself at the mechanic station, but he did have a few buddies to help him out along the way. Jordan didn't look until now, but he realized that he was only in his shorts, with a embarrassed laugh he looked up at them once again. "I suppose it'd probably be good to throw on some clothes eh mate?," Jordan found himself in another laugh, he threw the cigarette to the ground far from them and walked to wards his board. Grabbing the clothes that sat under them, he began to dress himself, it was a pretty embarrassing thing to do if you hadn't even gotten in the water. In fact, now he kind of felt himself looking like a poser, with the board and such. He shrugged it out of his mind, couldn't have looked that bad.

He had his jacket and over shirt in the car, so he walked back to wards them with board in hand and clothes on, he actually started to look like a functioning member of society. He tapped his fingers on the board in a tuning way, hell it didn't bother him where they went. "Ay mate, Not too hungry but I'll go for a beer.," Jordan liked to drink, hell he didn't bother arguing with people about it. He'd grown up with his father in the military, so he pretty much had access to a liquor water fountain. Though he knew how to handle himself, if he was driving he cut the limit after one, if he was walking... well that was a story for another day. He set his arms on top of his board, looking at the two to see if they had come to a decision or not. He flashed a smile their way and wait to see what they had come to terms with.

[callum]

Callum didn't much like the idea of a bunch of high school kids bouncing around him asking for his phone number and if he would buy them alcohol. Especially when he was supposed to be hiding in some bushes taking pictures of some rich wife blowing her husbands money on a new boyfriend. He wasn't really working of course, that much has already been stated, but he would rather pretend to work than fight off the advances of some little girl horde. "And as for dinner, I'm up for it if Jordan is, but I definitely want to pay for myself. Mama always said, if it isn't a date, you pay for yourself. Otherwise, you might feel you owe the man something and, well," she looked up at Callum with a sly grin. "We wouldn't want that, now, would we?" she gave a little chuckle and Callum turned away but put on a small grin of his own.

Jordan had already agreed, though both had decided that it would only be right to pay for themselves. Callum didn't mind, it was more polite to pay one's own way but he still might try again to pay after they had finished eating. "I suppose it'd probably be good to throw on some clothes eh mate?," Jordan said as he strolled over to his car to grab some clothes. "Honestly, between the two of you I bet we could manage to grab some sort of discount." Callum joked as he glanced out over the beautiful, but very dangerous, night water.

"Ay mate, Not too hungry but I'll go for a beer.," Jordan said returning. Callum smiled and walked over to meet him and start a little bit of ushering over toward Jordan's car. Walking was fine by Callum, but he never refused a free ride, assuming there wasn't a possibility of him being beaten, killing, or forced into some kind of game show. "Well, lets be off them hmm. I know a nice little place right up near the boardwalks." He had stopped by several restaurants earlier to see what would be open, assuming that at some point he might get hungry. Apparently a fair number of places stayed open late, more than likely to provide service to the children partying in exchange for a fair sum of their parent's money.

[* Ixandra Marie]

Ixandra had seen the grin at her words when he turned. 'Aww, what sweethearts.' she thought, about Jordan and Callum. Both were so nice and cute and sweet and... Well, you can insert all the girly lines you want here but you still wouldn't get very far on descriptions. Basically, though, Icandra thought they were adorable... But adorable enough to ride in a car with alone? She'd have to think about that much...

Yeah, she supposed it would be alright, if she died, she died. Nothing more, nothing less.

Ixi Stix then realized she was the only one still standing there and nodded. [color=limegreen["Oh, right, yeah, sure... Hold on."[/color] She jogged over to her stuff, putting her clothes back on hurriedly. Except for her skirt. You could never hurry putting on a denim miniskirt. If you did, BAD things happened. Usually meaning, your butt met the ground you stood on in a hurry. She grabbed her bag and jogged back up to them, carful not to let her skirt fly up, for that would be unladylike, far too unladylike for a girl of class like herself, she figured. So, she ran like a little girl holding down her skirt, what did it matter? The two boys probably weren't paying any attention to her running style anyway, just the way her chest seemed to 'bounce' when she did. After all, they were guys, adorable or not.

"Well, lets be off them hmm. I know a nice little place right up near the boardwalks." she smiled at the comment. "Sounds like fun to me!} she said with a grin to them, having stopped running only about a foot from both. The stop almost ended badly, with her on the ground, but being the klutz that she was she had learned a long time ago how to stop and still stand. Well, for the most part she had... She still had some problems doing BOTH every now and then but hey, who didn't? Don't answer that...