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[thanoodles]

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[ituncleared]

[That's what he's looking for every time he visits one of these clubs, when he doesn't find girls that are too drunk or too complicated to satisfy the pursuit. Sex preluded my a remotely entertaining conversation -- the latter being completely optional. He usually prefers to wait for the girl to invite him to follow her -- he avoids taking them somewhere familiar at all costs whenever possible. There's also a part of him that likes to give them some control over him during these little games.

He clicks the lighter a couple of times to finally light his cigarette, moving it towards her to use. He feels like a different person in these moments, like a perfectly harmless alter-ego. This is nothing but an escapism, he knows that, and it doesn't keep him from indulging in it until he has to wake up the next day and go back to representing the image of a better person they want him to be. He also wants to be that person, to a certain extent, but this is much easier, much faster and much more gratifying.

Lewis nods softly, exhaling smoke upwards. ]

It's the first time I come here.

[int4glio]

[She would know that feeling: easier, faster, gratifying. She doesn't hide it, she does whatever she has to in order to satisfy her wants. Lies, cheats, steals, all in one. It's why she became a counterfeiter, why she forges paintings. But that's not something to be vocalized, not something she thinks about, just acts on. There's no call to deny her impulses.

She leans forward to light the cigarette, but doesn't bring it back to her mouth immediately, fiddling with it in her fingers instead.]

We should welcome you then.

[That dark smile pulls at her mouth, looking over her shoulder at the crowd.]

How starving do you like them, Lou?

[ituncleared]

[That throws him off, a little. He'd assume that she was talking about herself in some way, but she's looking at the crowd like she's going to pick someone out depending on his answer. He's been in that situation before, and things got too weird too fast. It could just be some of his paranoia prickling the back of his mind, though, so he frowns and takes another drag, following her gaze. He opens his mouth and makes a sound before answering.]

Not sure I get what you mean.

[int4glio]

[She's incredibly weird, and she glances back him, unperturbed, but incredibly blunt in her interest. She is an antithesis to subtlety, in many regards.]

Your college girls.

[ituncleared]

[There isn't a lot of thought put into what follows. His hand slides an ashtray closer and he tips the ashes off the cigarette.]

I don't really care. [The tone has caution disguised as indifference. Uncompromising.] As long as we're both having fun.

[int4glio]

[She smiles, and she offers her first taste of her invasive hands, not hesitating to touch his face; her interests acted on with no consideration or care for anyone's personal space.]

Are you going to run away if I go pick one?

[Her tone is half-mocking, because she wouldn't be very amused by it at all and because it happens more often than one would think. Maybe the charisma of her pretty face and dark eyes begins to become obvious and the only chance for escape is jumped at.]

[ituncleared]

[He doesn't make the slightest effort to turn away from her touch, showing a little smile while his cigarette burns away idly. It doesn't make him uncomfortable; it encourages him to focus on her and pretend this situation isn't going to step into territory that he isn't interested in (or that he can afford). There's little doubt that it it's not what she meant, so he turns it around.]

I was hoping you had picked me.

[int4glio]

Good. You were following along after all.

[She tilts her head, deciding something in the back of her mind.]

But maybe you don't like to share.

[She preferred it, as much skin and hands as she could coax together into one place, until she was drowning in it. But... she also didn't care, as long as she got some of each. She thinks she values this one at a higher interest than the drunken things behind her. It's not consideration, it's priorities.]

[ituncleared]

[The cigarette drops into the ashtray and Lewis waits just another moment, keeping his smile and taking her answer as encouragement.

Straightening himself up, Lewis tilts his head and leans in.]

[int4glio]

[Her fingers curl into his hair, takes that as answer enough. She's all right with that. It just means he gets all of her attention, intensity focused to one central point. She's always touching like she wants to grab hold of something deep inside, squeeze it until it gives up and bleeds. Her kisses are no different, borders right into too obscene for public viewing. But they don't really need to stay here.]