No idea what you got yourself into (Trey)

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose hated making appearances, especially in the public. Los Angeles was where she was currently showing off her dolled up face, contemplating on how far her lips should stick out now. The perfect concoction of pout and sass resided within her face at the moment. At the moment, she was unthawed by the abundant flashing of cameras and such, because she spent the last few years in front of them. Rose angled her body so carefully, that she would appear flawless. The life of an undead celebrity, she supposed. With several more foot shuffles, she was standing outside the door, which would lead into the newly opened club. Her blond hair hung in her face, casting shadows over her delicate features. Already bored with the place, she pulled out a long and outdated cigarette, letting the bouncer flick the switch, as she inhaled smoke from her mouth, breathing out her nose. When the door peeled back it revealed how much more the place was then from the outside appearance. Dragging in a wasted breath, she stepped through the threshold. Scanning the area somewhat, Rose saw that she wasn¡¦t the only elite celebrity inhabiting the place. Running a hand over her hip, she saw that indeed, many vampires had come to this event too, though she couldn¡¦t imagine how. Rose¡¦s cerulean blue hued eyes find their way to the bar, her short complex soon to follow. As she worked her way through the crowd, almost dancing gracefully around them, most eyes were on her. Or more likely, her barely clothed legs. Her English tongue lashed out, as she ordered a quick and jeering drink, one that would be looked down upon in her own home. She was now tilting her back into the bar corner, her elongated looking legs crossed at the heel, splaying out in front of her. Rose¡¦s arms came to rest next to her back, propped against the bar. Almost immediately as her mind freed its hold, wondered off to what sex she would take home and eat tonight. It¡¦d been awhile since she had blood drawn from the west coast specie. The bartender slipped her drink on a coaster to the side, which she mutely thanked him for. She continued puffing from her cancerous stick, not caring for the side effects. It wouldn¡¦t affect her, nor would it ever. Something she was ever so grateful for. Immortality, without the downsides of still being human, and still having to worry about what you did with the internals. A small, seductive and lopsided grin laced her lips. Though not one for smoking in the first place, she enjoyed dipping into the delicates every so often. The hypnotic beat vibrating off the four walls, reached her. It bounced off her being, running deep into her veins. Her body felt almost alive, and she knew that tonight, would be a good feeding night. What Rose was good at too, was the fact that she knew what was sexy, and not whorish. Subtly she slid her right foot up her left leg, the smooth transition catching a few eyes. And with each set that dared to meet her own, she dared them to make a move. The male, human sex seemed to be the most interesting. They were so keen on pleasing other women more than themselves during intercourse; they never really received a much needed thank you. Rolling her eyes slowly to the side, she awaited for one to approach, before she had to put in a little effort. Stamping out the cigarette in her drink, she stood herself up, and blended into the crowd. The smell of sweat, and human blood made her senses tingle delightfully. ----------------------------------------------- Background check- Rose is a model, heiress, and a major bitchƒº have fun! Oh! And she¡¦s wearing this here!

[Trey Forze]

Trey found himself being dragged out by one of his buddies, who thought he needed to stop being so antisocial. The only reason he went along with it was because he felt like getting laid and seeing as his buddy happened to be an army trained vampire, their fight following his rejection would a gruesome one. To a certain point, Trey had an easier time getting along with people who weren’t scared to fight him, he liked being the dominant one, but the other person didn’t have to be exactly dismissive. Whenever Trey found himself at a club, he was at an upscale one, generally filled with celebrities, and he was never quite sure how he fit in, but they were always packed to the limit with sexy girls, not the trashy ones you found at the typical L.A. club.

Getting ready wasn’t much of a challenge for him, as he thought it should be for all guys, he hated all the fashionable boys these days who had to spend hours preparing like a girl, choosing the right outfit, and even going through the trouble of makeup, it was just wrong. He choose a relatively loose shirt, not needing a tight, muscle shirt to show off the muscles he had, they were clear underneath whatever he put on. Under his sky blue shirt, he had on dark wash jeans, and bright white sneakers, of which he did not know the brand. Pulling on his black leather jacket, he dug his dog tags out from under his shirt, letting them sparkle in the low light of his apartment. It never hurt to let girls see them, they were attracted to it, like they would be to a fireman, or anyone in uniform who, fought to protect others. He was never sure why a soldier was alluring, he always thought of himself and his brothers as dumb, what other reason was there for marching off to your doom. Men did not join the army of glory, honor, pride, or anything so shallow. They definitely didn’t find themselves enlisting because of their deep love for the country; it was more closely related to a love of fighting, confidence, and a lack of choices. Regardless of his reasons for joining, he was still proud that he fought for his country, sorry for those who were lost, and completely soldier-like. The attitude you developed in camp and overseas was something that would always stay with you, and maybe even haunt you. Memories remained clear after immeasurable amount of time, and therapy was only for woman, far below a soldier’s humility level.

The one thing Trey hadn’t permanently acquired from service was humility. He was highly capable of seeming humble and respectful, but he rarely was. Respect was something he reserved for those above them, which was rare since he had been a commander; he found the majority of humans to lack any traits worth respect. He headed out into the night, ruffling his hair with a pale hand, messing it up, adding texture and an edge to his look. Walking down the streets he encountered many stares, which he assumed were either from his veteran status or looks, he didn’t care which. Feeling his phone vibrate he picked up the call, hearing that he was now the one being ditched. With a smug smirk, he promised his friend a beating next time they crossed paths, and continued on his way, it was too late for him to decide to stay in for the night.

Walking across the street and into the club, he pushed his way through the bored clump of paparazzi, waiting desperately for a celebrity, and a shot that could earn them real money. He was quickly allowed access, and Trey’s eyes centered on the bar, not bothering to look at the atmosphere around him. As a human Trey never, felt the effects of alcohol, and now that he was dead, he never would. Regardless of that fact he felt obligated to order a strong drink when he entered a club and he did so. Quickly being handed his drink of choice he turned and scanned the scene around him. It was a lavish place, full of expensive items that were just waiting for a drunk to stumble over and break them. Anyone in here could likely afford the repair costs, and the club probably charged extra, as another way to earn money. He took no interest in the décor, only the beautiful women who lit up the low-light dance floor. Catching his eye was a peculiar young women, who was shorter than average, but he found it charming. She was as conceited as he was, and when her eyes took in the people around her, he made sure to show her a playful smirk when her eyes met his. Taking a step towards her, he had no intentions of trying some cheesy pick-up line on her. He was measuring her up with his eyes, guessing at her personality by her looks and the way she moved, trying to figure her out. He stood tall and confident as he did so, commanding attention of his own. The men were all looking at her and the girls at him; he found them to be a good fit. He smirk grew into a smug smile, showing just enough of his white teeth.

[[Btw, the girl he happened to single out would be little miss Rose Decumbry, after I posted I realized that wasn't really obvious]]

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Sometimes, being a celebrity hot shot wasn¡¦t all that hot. It meant that you would have to separate from your friends and family, and spend long nights in foreign countries. The income was great, as were the references. So it depended on how you looked at the situation. Rose, well she only looked at the positives. Sure negatives bought her down, but not for long. Her eyes flashed across the crowd, taking in the movements of bodies, and how robotically their bodies moved. It was forced, and broken anything but smooth. Or, that was just how it looked through her eyes, because she was used to smooth transitions in movement. Her eyes closed, as the glass was raised to her lips, the tangy and sour liquid flooding down her throat. Tonight, was rather boring indeed, but that was nothing she couldn¡¦t help. And then they crossed over a pair of chocolate brown eyes, inspecting her like sort of dangerous package. Not one to be fond of such looks, Rose arched her eyebrow, the look in her eye somewhat challenging and defensive. The look and vibe she¡¦d captured off him almost immediately, was that he was looking for a nice piece of ass. And if that was what he was actually after, Rose would have the upmost fun rubbing two facts into his face. Rose didn¡¦t exactly have the world¡¦s perkiest and cutest ass out there, and if anything she would have him falling head over heels for her by the time sun rose. She was a man eater, and guys died to be with her, literally too. Her lips parted semi way, eyes still on the male, staring as intrusively as he had. Rose¡¦s thought process was telling her to hook line and sink right then and there. But that was much easier done then said in her case. Slowly, she ran over the inner border of her bottom lip, not daring to move across the border of her top. The key too subtly in her case, was indeed the irony of subtly. If one proceeded to act sexy in a subtle way, it gave hints. But boasting one¡¦s breast and genitals was just another excessively put term ¡¥my legs are easy to spread¡¦. And Rose could not stand the female species who acted in such manner. But then again, half of this country did act like that. So perhaps her tactics were all wrong, but she didn¡¦t doubt herself. Rose almost smiled, as if she were the only real lady in this room. The man staring from across the bar too had smiled. But at what? Her other eyebrow rose, to join the other, her emotion still blank and whole. She was the dominating partner in a relationship. Always taking the lead, ¡¥ruling¡¦ the relationship so to speak. She turned away from the man, refusing to smile anymore than she had already let off. She then hopped off her stool, letting herself melt away into the crowd. Perhaps, if the man, who had taken her in, was willing to follow her out, she might have a meal plan on her hands. Oh, perhaps she would have an eventful night tonight, much more so than this. ----------------------------------------------- hmm, kind of figured that outƒº

[Trey Forze]

Trey grinned as the girl raised her eyebrow at him, and looked at him the way he was watching her, as if she was trying to assert herself over him. His posture remained casual, perfectly at ease with a girl looking him up and down, measuring him up, he doubted that he would disappoint. Even though she seemed so determined to maintain her state of disinterest she let out a small smile at him, after licking her lip. He bit his own as his rosy lips spread into a crooked grin. As she turned away, eyes to still on him, Trey took it as a cue to follow, that she wanted him to, and was willing in this little game. Before following her though, he let his eyes take in his surroundings once again, feigning indifference in the event that she looked back over her shoulder to see if she had caught him on the hook. That and the fact that he wanted her to wait for him, he might let her have some control in the events taking place, but Trey was a dominating personality and needed to assert it.

After giving a little interest to other girls around him, a cheap version of the attention he gave to the striking blonde vampire, he left the bar and walked gracefully in the direction the woman had gone in. Because of her short stature, there would be no hope of seeing her in the crowd until she was right in front of him, so he let his other senses guide him through the mess of people, her trail unclear after the amount of time he had waited. Towards the center of the crowd he spotted her again, no smile on his face at this moment. Seriousness washed over it, controlling his emotions, and refusing to let her figure him out now. Since he approached her from the back he made a quick, wide circle around her and came back in her direction, facing her this time. He closed the majority the distance between them, leaving a gap wide enough for another person to fit through, but with a now strong friction between them, he doubted anyone would stumble in that area.

Tension in his jaw, he looked at her again, thoughtfully this time, like he cared what she might have to say, and about her personality. He truly did care about her personality, but only if this was more than a one night stand, which he couldn’t determine at the moment. Trey’s eyes focused on her face, his interest not in her body, but on her emotions. Letting his deep brown eyes focus down on her icy blue ones, he started conversation, “I hope you weren’t looking for a snack tonight, because I’ll be of no use there, unless you want to lure some desperate out, it wouldn’t be difficult.” His eyes still forward, he looked at those surrounding them in his peripheral vision, eyes were still on them. Subconsciously, he licked his own lips, somewhat seductively, but more out of hunger he hadn’t realized existed earlier. Now that he thought of it, his last meal had been too long ago. Confidence radiated from him, there was no use trying to gain someone’s interest if you weren’t interested in yourself. It wasn’t the girl’s outfit that caught his eye first, not even her smooth skin, or bright face. It was the relentless pride she held for herself, confident in the fact that she was the best looking girl here. These days, it was rare to find someone confident in themselves, even the celebrities who set ridiculous standards for other girls didn’t see themselves as gorgeous. It wasn’t just girls either, men had turned into boys, resorting to getting a girl as drunk as possible, in hopes that he then wouldn’t face rejection. It upset him, how pathetic the world had become, and he hadn’t even lived a full life time yet, if he were human, he would still have around a decade or two left in him. Coming out of his thoughts, his partially cloudy eyes and mind refocused on the task in front of him.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose couldn¡¦t stand most people these days. The way they had dressed, and represented themselves gave them the history of a parent of trouble little whores, as she put it. The majority of the upper class hanging around this club tonight was exactly that. She wasn¡¦t stereotyping either, that she hated as well. Especially the ones that revolved in some way around her lifestyle. That heiress¡¦s were spoiled brats who didn¡¦t know how to manage money, Rose, indeed managed her money very well, balancing what she spent with her income. That models had to be stick thin, and have towering heights. Rose was probably the curviest size 2 (a size bigger than what she had been before!) that every existed, and well, with beauty came no boundaries. She could only sense the vampire moving after her, a victorious smirk dancing on her lips. So the mouse had taken the bait, and now all the kitten needed to do was take the pounce. She could smell him from behind her, his pace even and steady. It seemed as though he too was trying to play hard to get. Rose¡¦s hand swept up to her neck, freeing it of hair that hung their lifelessly. She stopped walking, when his appearance entered her view. Instantly, she took him in up close. He was of mild attractiveness, not what she was used to going after though. Still, she supposed the fact that his scent reeked of vampire, her meal would have to hold off. His dialog of her looking for an easy snack, made no transfer onto her face. Instead, her lips turned somewhat upside down, not taking kindly to the comment. Her British tone, barked out a reply not entirely snarky. ¡§No, I don¡¦t lure, they flaunt to me. Just as easily as you have,¡¨ she shrugged her one shoulder, Her tone was kept light, not really trying to dwell on anything dark and boring. But then again dark and boring was delightful. The fact that you could just stick your foot a bit at a time was so endearing one never could stop going back for more. Rose knew how good this seemed to feel. But also the endings it left behind as well. It was a sad addiction, but one of the best type. Her head was held a little higher, no visualization of her incline was notable. Her eyes looked eyed him once more, not letting any imperfection pass her eye. Sure, the rumor went around that vampires were completely and utterly perfect, to the blind eye though. Or maybe, Rose was just picky about what an imperfection was or what perfection was. Either way, she made sure that her people inspecting wasn¡¦t obvious, or even catchable. Sooner or later, she would break past this vampire¡¦s wall, and break him down like the ones before. A man eater since she was first turned, and a continual reputation she would hold. ¡§I¡¦m Rose,¡¨ she purred. ----------------------------------------------- hmm, kind of figured that outƒº

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[Trey Forze]

Trey watched her fixed her hair, her eyes were taking in his appearance again, but as she looked him over, he refused to let his eyes move from her face, even the most stubborn girls would eventually cave if it seemed like a boy cherished her eyes, and lived for the radiant glow of their smooth skin. Telling a girl she had a wonderful ass or the nice boobs didn’t accomplish anything, at least, not this early in the evening. When her eyes returned to his, he could tell she had something to say to him, he let some of the tension out of his jaw, preparing to reply to her comment in the same spirit she said it. Mischief filled his eyes as he listened intently to her, a reply always quick on his tongue, never one to hesitate in any situation.

“Well, well, yes I see everyone just gravitating towards you now.” He replied, sarcasm thick in his voice. “Of course when I saw you I just had to follow, what is that magnificent pull you have? Can’t be your personality, and I generally go for those with a little more meat on them. Hmm….” He didn’t care if he took his sarcasm too far at times, insulting someone didn’t matter, and if they threw at fit he would move on readily to the next girl. Maintaining his usual façade he made no indications that he would flirt with her, tell her how beautiful she was, and that he felt humbled standing next to her. No girl was that fantastic, “the one” didn’t exist who would tame him and make him a nice little husband. If a dreaded marriage did find its way into his life, not much would change. He might stop sleeping with other girls, but she would always be treated the same way she was the first day he met her, and forget about discussing emotions, he wasn’t meant for that.

Trey was meant for fighting, seducing, and every once and awhile, along the way, helping someone. He found it hard to ignore a call for help, and when he got bored and decided to work, it was generally with the local police or firemen. He would always be that sweet Southern boy deep down, even if it rarely showed. His eyes softened as her voice caught his attention, her accent made no difference to him; it was generally the volume and pitch of a girl’s voice that he noticed. Rose, well if there was someone out there who had a more ill-fitting name he would like to meet them one day. This girl wasn’t a rose, more like a thorn, not soft and beautiful, but dangerous and guarded. Something about thorns though, was slightly alluring, the fact that they guarded the most beautiful flowers, and generally a good soul. “Trey.” He responded, his raspy voice a great contrast to her smooth purr. His rough voice fit his rough personality, and rough physique.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She continued to watch him intently, leading him on to the fact that she gave a little bit of a damn. Her eyes only traveled to sudden and jerky movements of others. They also returned to the man who had followed her, to show some respect. That was, until he made smart ass comments. “Yes, I suppose everyone gravitates towards me, the same amount that gravitates away from you,” she too, could insult. The comment about what made her so gravitating, and the fact that there was no way to tell, made her anger spark somewhat. “If you want a woman with more meet, then I suppose you go find her instead of breakable me.” She smiled, reaching up to sweep her lips across his cheek, a sign of respect, and also done out of repetitive nature. “Pleasure to meet you Trey, enjoy your rest of the night.” She turned heel, weaving out the direction she had just come from. The way she moved, was with careful decision. She wanted Trey to continue watching her, and almost pursue her. Little did Trey know, he was falling right into her plan. But she couldn’t reveal such notions yet. Rose soon became lost in the crowd once again, darting between people. Most probably could only clasp her hair trailing behind her. Soon enough she was at the entrance, halting for just a moment. She peered at the bouncer, who was leering down at her. Rose gave her most polite smile yet. “Hello, you see there is this man. He’s a little tall, with brown locks. If you may, can you hold him off for me, you see, I need time to get away. But don’t cause a scene,” she patted his cheek lightly, slipping a large amounted bill into his chest pocket, “your service is greatly appreciated.” Rose left, at a human pace not wanting to stir any rumors at the cameras flashing in her face. If the bouncer had done his job, she’d have a few spare seconds to smile and take pictures. And this stayed true to fit, because nobody but drunken celebrities busted through the door. She smiled, before walking off into the shadows of abandoned streets. It was like this for several minutes, but Rose knew it wouldn’t be before long. Trey had probably already seen her make that deal, and if he was smart would have worked his way around it. Her blue eyes scanned the area, still seeing no sign of him. Or perhaps, bronze was more in depth with Trey then brains. ----------------------------------------------- Wearing this with a count of 429

[Trey Forze]

Trey smiled, he loved a chase every once and awhile, enjoying a girl who had some self respect and wouldn’t flop straight into his arms. He knew that she planned on him following her, and he didn’t care, he wasn’t desperate, and he knew he didn’t come off that way either. A desperate man wouldn’t go and insult the woman before him, he wouldn’t make her wait, and sneak up on her later. Her comment surprised him, he was sure it she was just returning his insult, but she was dead on. Unless he was actively pursuing a woman, he was avoided like the plague. A respectable plague, but nonetheless deadly, a divine poison, that was alluring from a distance. As her lips brushed his cheek his lips remained in a straight, solemn line, showing no signs of enjoyment. This time, he watched intently as she walked away, and smirked as she bribed the bouncer with a bill, no doubt to keep him off for awhile, she was making this night quite an adventure for him. Letting her leave before he moved, he set his glass back at the bar, and walked out towards the bouncer. He wondered if the girl had forgotten his dog tags, or hadn’t noticed them in the first place. No bouncer would stop a soldier, or accuse him of following a girl, it would always cause a scene, and the soldier would always win.

Walking out without a pause, he scanned the area and saw the slender body of Rose in the shadows, he kept to the dark himself, staying out of view. This was a city he knew well and it gave him an advantage. Able to walk past paparazzi without a scene, he could race through the busy traffic, making it across the street without being noticed or getting hit by a car. Rose wouldn’t be expecting him to have made his way around her. Picking up his pace he dashed to the next light, crossing the street again. Seeing the she had continuously gone straight he stopped and leaned against the building, now in plain view. In a second she would see him, his face as serious as before, except for the smug gleam in his eyes. Trey wasn’t someone who could be stopped, and being denied only made him more persistent.

It helped that he knew the girl was interested in him to, testing him. Trey was no fool and wouldn’t go through the trouble with a girl who he had no chance with, or for a girl who wouldn’t provide some fun. His standings with the military only heightened his confidence, convincing him that he couldn’t lose. He never showed that part of him though, because then he would, Trey had learned that if you flaunted your superiority someone would come along and knock you down. He found the right balance in his attitude, and waited in the glow of moonlight, never overly confident, and never intimidated.

[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She could be tricky when the matter called for it. Tonight though, she didn’t feel like trying. Either that, or Trey was just evading her every move. It made her temper simmer in the bottom of her gut. She continued walking, even though she saw Trey materialize. Her face kept blank, she never stopped walking. “Fine weather we’re having tonight, would you agree Mr. Forze?” her head kept forward, her eyes never giving anything away as she kept straight on walking. She was good at playing games, and even better at keeping chases up. Rose still needed to find a meal, and she, being precautious let her mind travel back to nibbling on Trey for just the slightest moment. She tossed her head back over her shoulder, her face still rid of any emotion, “Though there are other things I’m sure you’re paying more attention to that the weather.” Once more, she turned her face the other direction. She would perhaps keep leading him on, till one of them tired. More than likely, it would be Trey. The definition of tired, in her game, was that they resided to touching her to keep her still. She wasn’t quite interested in being touched though, just getting a juicy little meal. Perhaps then, she should have staked out a mortal. She had though, eaten a vampire through the neck straight to the bone. A wicked smile crossed her face, as she relished in the memory of ripping his jugular artery to pieces. The screams that he taunted her with, little did he know she had only enjoyed it even more. Her heels hit the pavement, as they always did when she was on the prowl. Rose turned a corner, using her speed to appear at the other end already. Trey really had no idea what he was getting himself into, poor lad. She looked back over her shoulder, as she rounded the other corner, still no sign. Poor thing, had no idea how much of a sensual monster she could really be. Lets’ say you looked up the word ‘sexually aroused vampire’ you would more than find Rose on a good hunting night. Her tongue slid over her fangs, piercing it slightly. The blood trickled through and over her teeth with little velocity. After all, a small puncture would heal itself almost immediately. From the stop of the flow, she imagined it had. Perks of being dead and immortal. Dashing across the street she stowed away in an alley. But she wouldn’t remain there for long. She jumped up on the dumpster, but not for long. Rose took air on one of the emergency latter, scaling up it like it was nothing. Here, she could show off her rusty gymnastics ability. She was positioned with her back to the wall she would manage to land on. Taking her body and swinging it forward to contract momentum, she threw herself backwards, twisting her body around, and landed in the same way she had before she jumped. Her body facing the same way, also gave her the opportunity to scope out if Trey had made an appearance yet. She smiled, victorious, nothing yet. Wasting no time, she took off running like a gazelle over the rooftops. She’d have fun toying with him yet. ----------------------------------------------- with a count of 553

[Trey Forze]

Trey made no move as she walked past him, no doubt trying to assert her dominance over him that she had no need to stop for him, it almost made him smile. Girls these days thought they were so independent, that they could be equal or above men, but nothing had changed. There may be a few pansy men they could best, but not Trey; he was a leader, and a demanding one at that. A good chase just made the reward that much better and then as always, he would move on to his next conquest without pause. In his eyes a girl only won if she could settle down a man to fit her will, and that didn’t mean marrying him. Married or not he had to bend to her will and live under her rule for the girl to have won. A man could be married and still hold his own, make the rules, but that just wasn’t Trey’s style. Use and loose was more like his motto, sure he would make the night enjoyable for her too, but that would be the only one she would get, a weekend if he was particularly satisfied. He watched as she disappeared into an alley, and left the streets himself. When he lost sight he depended on the fact that with a bird’s eye view he could track down anyone, little vampire girl Rose included.

He snickered as he saw her running across the rooftops in front of him. Throwing himself forward he ran at his top speeds, catching up to that night’s target. “Are you scared sweetie?” He murmured into her ear, keeping pace with her, not bothering to stop to converse. “There’s no need to run, I’ll take good care of you.” So he couldn’t keep from being smug entirely, but only the nervous wrecks that couldn’t bear to flaunt themselves were put off by his smugness, and Rose certainly didn’t fall into the category.

This was the first time Trey had come up behind her and the first time he stayed even with her. Now he was to the point of asserting himself, creating a little roadblock, not letting her out of his sight, and she couldn’t hide if she tried. Trey knew the city, and was becoming familiar with the girl’s scent and tactics, making her easier to keep track of. He didn’t feel the need to say more, not now. He hated the sound of his own voice, and hated when someone ran off their mouth in attempts to keep another interested, in his opinion, that made the pursuer that much more disinteresting. Anyone could borrow a smooth line to try out on a drunken girl, but actions spoke louder than words, and Trey was a man of action. He could actually be quite obnoxious in his own way, aggravating others by constantly challenging them and himself, not allowing himself to stop for a moment. He found no amusement in reading a book on a warm afternoon, or watching simply scripted television shows.

(Sorry this took awhile, lack of muse.)