Snakey Stacy, Pt.2 OOC.
Log continues here. Same warning. Chuckling Shinobi nods. "So then the guy who expects nothing gets everything then, by the adverse. Or maybe not." he muses, thinking. "Of course, I've found that to be a pretty good estimation though, since I've expected so little of this town, but I'm finding it has more and more to offer me." he admits, the 'cherry' on his cigarette lengthening, as he's forgotten to ash. Raising it towards his lips, the ashes fall, unnoticed by Shaw, as he takes another drag. "I see. So where were you comin from earlier, anyways?"
Gesturing behind herself, Stacy murmurs, "Duncan Donuts. You know, you're right, very few kids skip here. I can't get anyone to go with me, for the most part." She offers a half-shrug. Less annoyed than confused, Stacy crushes her cig out again, finishing it. "But, I'm not gonna sit around in a class that I can't use in real life, you know what I mean?"
Shinobi nods. "I spent most of the day getting kicked out of classes for not changing, or I split out after getting the notes." he explains. "I took it all in private school, so I could do an equivelancy, and still ace it all." he explains. "And if I would've known, I would've went with you. Sure beats ducking around campus, though their coffee leaves something to be desired over Starbucks's."
Leaning against the support beams, Stacy wraps her hand around it, and replies, "I'd get my GED, if I cared enough. Might as well keep going to school until I fail out, though, you know?" She gains a faraway smile upon her lips, thinking before speaking: "You might be on an allowance, but some of us scrounge for pennies. Duncan's is fine enough for a growing girl, such as myself."
Shinobi smirks. "Touche. I however have no choice but to inherit a business empire, so being blaise about school is rather impossible for me. And you're smart enough not to scrounge." comments Shin, in a more serious tone. "You strike me as more than smart enough." he admits.
"Really?" That comes as a shock. Unless Shinobi's trying to flatter her, which, then it would be run-of-the-mill. Usually, people don't consider Stacy anything more than a great bod in tight clothing. Brain? Mmm. Maybe next lifetime.
Shin's being honest, for once. Scary. Must be the drugs. "Yes. Really. You're not just all boobs, tight stomach, and loose joints." he explains. Definitely the drugs, he's being more honest, and less scheming. "I didn't only ask you out because I wanted to see you in a tight dress. I like talking to you." he continues, flicking away yet another cigarette. "But then, you've this habit of overlooking the subtle, at least when it's subtle-ness involving things I say." adds Shaw with a grin.
Hmm. He does like her. That's ... not really different, but not exactly expected. He likes her, or seems to, for more than her body and touch. And he's a whole lot more confident than the last few that felt similarly. Admirable. "Anyways, if you only wanted to see me in a tight dress, all you'd have to do is show up at school tommorrow. Or the next day." A pause. She overlooks the subtle? Maybe. "I tend to take people for exactly what they say and do. Its a habit." Especially when she can read some of their chemical motivations like an aura.
Shinobi shrugs his shoulders. "Mind you, you'd have to stay -in- school for that to happen, unless you went looking for me first." he remarks, with a smirk. And the look in his eyes is changing, as if he might be coming back down off the high slightly. "Hey, we've all got our share of bad habits. Mine are just normally ones that aren't legal." he admits, shaking his head. "Of course, if that's all you ever take folks for, you'll probably end up missing out sometime."
"Not legal, huh? Like what?" Instead of telling more about herself, which is something Stacy usually doesn't do anyways - Thing of it: She's a walking orgasm machine. If she told too much about her own personal life, she'd get killers and stalkers like moths to a flame. Not a great idea. So, she's natural secretive about certain things. "And yeah, I might be missing out on some things, but hey, I'm certainly not missing out on others. Like, right now, I can look at you and tell what you're feeling." She does, too, viewing the chemical signatures about his form.
"Drugs mostly. I've been a raver for years." he admits. "Drink a little too. S'about it really. I chose not to get into the crazy stoned sex party end...too often. Just not my style. Granted, I knew where most of them'd been, but some of them were getting into the really odd ends of it. And most of 'em were coke heads. Not the most plesant of people, if you get the drift." explains Shinobi. "I've done my rounds, had my experiments...but I didn't make it a regular thing. Body lines of coke and coming home smelling of sex and too many other, out there drugs wasn't my thing."
"Like, I should have been able to tell from the shirt," Stacy says, rolling her eyes at her own ignorance. She's not a raver, but she'd wear a shirt like that for the sexiness of it. That, nothing underneath. She may be kicked out of school for wearing it, but its not like the teachers wouldn't enjoy escourting her outside. Behind the school. Here. "I don't bother with drugs. What's the point, really?" Of course, her power doesn't work on herself, but still. There's no need to screw up your own mind when you can play with others. "And, as for sex, well..." She pauses, before saying, "To say that God made me for it wouldn't even graze the surface."
Shinobi smirks at Stacy. "Naw, I normally go with the flashier stuff." he admits. "Eh. It was something to do." he admits, with a helpless shrug. "Of course, now, it's kinda tough for me to stop. Which is part of the reason why Sebastian made me come here with him, I guess." he explains. "And no, I kinda get your point there."
"You know, I can mimic Methadone, too. Anything that a pill can do, or an injection, I can do. You want to come down off something? I can probably help you along." There's some of that Institute teaching showing through, now. Stacy's not entirely self-centered. Here, she offers her powers in selfless service. Hmm. If she can do whatever pills do, she can also probably mimic Viagra. Snicker. Maybe Xavier did know what he was doing...
"Huh. Maybe. It'd probably be a good idea for me to come down off everything else -but- Weed, considering." admits Shaw, considering. It'd be something to work for for Father's day, at least. "Of course you don't have to be so selfless. That's never happened to me." he admits. Of course, it's the world he comes from, where everyone's using everyone else, in a backstabbing manner.
"Dude, I have these powers, I might as well use 'em for something." See, a bit of idealism has worn itself off on Stacy. She tilts her head to the side and offers a grin, saying, "Anyways, you really want something else to control your life? Don't you want to be master of your own destiny?" The last sentance is said with that 'mystical' quality always given to those words by any speaker.
Shinobi smirks. "Of course. I just really didn't have rehab as part of my schedule until Senior year." he comments with a wink. "As for actually, using these for something. Never truly thought about it much. I just kind of thought of them as an advantage, and little more." he admits. "But yes, I fully intend to be master of my own destiny. It just happens to coincide with what my father wants, to a point."
"Not bad, if your dad's rich," And not Stacy's dad, who happens to just work his ass off to get a dime. No thanks. "Y'know, if you want, I could talk to ... I don't know, someone at the Institute. Maybe see if you can get interviewed there, or whatever? They're supposed to teach you how to use your powers. Though, they don't have to teach me anything." A half smirk accompanies, "Its not like my powers can be -trained-."
"Naw. I doubt anyone there's ...qualified to handle you." he laughs. "But eh. Maybe. At least I'll check it out, I suppose." states Shaw, arms crossing once again. "Not that I think there's much for them to teach me. I've already got a pretty good grasp on how to use my powers." admits Shinobi a bit cockily.
"Yeah?" Stacy asks, raising a brow. "What can you do, other than, you know, kick someone's ass when you're all... Hard?" Bites her lip, waits for an answer.
Shinobi shrugs. "I could probably soldify while my arms's stuck in someone else's body. Bet it'd be painful as hell, and probably finish them off depending on how solid I got. But I'm considerably slower when I'm...Hard." he adds, with a slight mischevious look in his eyes.
Grinning, Stacy raises a brow, considering -that- statement. "Uh-huh," She says, matching the look Shinobi gives with one of her own. "So, your power forces you to slow down, take your time, enjoy the moment?" A raised brow.
"Pretty much. Of course..." he begins, once he realizes just what she was getting at, smirking. "...I've never really tried it like that, t' be honest." explains Shin. "But as far as a fight would go, yes, yes it would."
It seems that Stacy's mind -always- goes there. What else does she have to think about, really, with so many teen hormones dancing before her eyes at all times? "What's having power worth if you don't use it in every sense of the word?" Fight, shmight. Stacy's fine in hand-to-hand combat. A bit weak when it comes to weapons.
"Well, not having anyone I'd trust enough with the idea'd be part of it. I definitely weigh more when I increase my mass density, y'know? So explaining that to someone would be rather complicated, don't you think?" he asks, with a neutral look. And eh. Shin really only knows how to brawl. True fighting, he's lacking in knowhow.
Shaking her head, Stacy doesn't think so. She's not one of those who thinks that she should completely hide her power. Most people might not realize that its a power, anyways. Much like telepathy or telekinesis. Its not like you can see what Stacy does. "I don't know. I never tried to explain anything to a 'mere mortal'."
"Me neither. But I can imagine how it'd be." comments Shinobi. "But I can picture how a 'mere mortal' would act in response to it. And it wouldn't be plesant. And I've little desire to end up holed up in Area 51, tied to a table while being dissected and tested. Bondage and study ain't my kink."
"Not mine, either," Lie lie lie lie lie. Stacy gestures towards the general direction of the Institute. "You sound like half the kids over there, anyways. You should think about coming over. I mean, that's what they do - hide what they are. Me? For the most part, I could care less. Its gonna make me rich. Its gonna make me famous. Why bother hiding it?"
"Because I could slip through the walls of a rival corporation to listen in on trade secrets. Eliminate busiess enemies if things were -that- ruthless?" he muses. "Oh, I don't know. My secrets being public knowledge wouldn't serve me. If they knew what I could do, would they trust me to deal with me?" he queries, to make a point. "Though..." he muses, mind delving towards the gutter. But then with Stacy around, it's something that can't be helped. Much.
And she can see where his thoughts change - the sudden rise in testosterone, the levelling of other chemicals and hormones. Stacy smirks and eggs him on, "Though...?"
Shinobi sighs. "I've really got to watch myself with you, I see. You've got a total unfair advantage." complains Shinobi, good-naturedly. "Though, there's something to be said for those kind of games with the right person, and not with a team of goverment spooks. But then, that's playing two different types of games." he remarks, with a smile. "Of course I doubt I'm -that- much like them. Do those kids even have a real goal for themselves? Aside from learning about their powers and all?"
"I don't know, really," Stacy confesses, running through each kid in her mind. Kieran and Tessa have goals, but they're so mundane compared to Stacy's. "Maybe just me. I think that a lot of the kids are just that, you know, kids." She shrugs, thinking of Shay and Jared and some of the other ones. "They don't think about the future, they think about the present."
"Of course. Most of them probably didn't have anyone spurring them to grw up faster. To change in a rapid manner." he explains, musing. "To experience things they probably shoudln't have, to see things they oughtn't. To do things years before it's really right to." he continues, waxing philisophical bullshit. Another side effect of his being gone on drugs, though they're more or less out of his system. "So what're your goals? What do you want to do past this all?" he questions.
Laughter comes alongside: "My goal? To go to Vegas. Be a Showgirl, a stripper... Something. Make some money with the bod, the touch..." Oh, and did she mention that she's turning into a giant snake? Naw, Stacy won't go into that. She hardly tells anyone about that side of herself.
Shinobi shakes his head. "Why that though? You've got a hell of a lot more potential'n that, even if your abilities lend to it." he states. "It'd be a waste. You should consider business. I don't even want to think how easily you could probably manipulate your way into a corporate takeover." he muses, gears beginning to grind. And now, he's starting in on that deviousness, sex out of the brain for the moment.
He might think with something other than his sex organs, but Stacy doesn't really. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug and murmurs, "Why bother with the effort? I'd rather have a fun, easy life then go through all that ... business crap. Who needs it?"
"There'll come a time when the fun has to end, and you'll have to have something else, though. And then things will probably not be so easy." comments Shinobi, feeling very much like his father for giving such a speech. "And what will you do then?"
"Are you kidding me?" Stacy says, incredulous. He obviously has never been where she has. "Do you -know- how much strippers make?"
"And do you know how much you could make even in a year's time at the helm of the right business?" he asks. "But yes, I have a fair idea. Though I'm just ehh. But if it's what you want to do..." he trails, with a shrug of the shoulders.
"A girl's gotta do what she does best, Shinobi," Stacy replies, a general idea of happiness still around her. "It might not be the most moral of things to do, but its what I want to do. And I'll do it, and do it well." And, one day, open the X-Ranch, of course.
Shinobi nods. "I suppose. And I guess it'd be the least boring for you. It'd either be that, or get yourself made some guy's trophy wife, and live comfortably, but bored off your ass." he muses. "And I suppose we should probably take off soon enough. Classes'll be letting out, and I'll need to start finding somewhere for us to have dinner at."
"One guy?!" Stacy exclaims, flabberghasted. "You obviously don't know me well enough." Licking her lips, the girl leans forward and punches his arm lightly again. "Gimme a cig for the road?"
Shinobi shakes his head. "You, are a strange and twisted girl." he explains, pulling out yet another cigarette. "Better watch out, I'm starting to like it." comments Shin, with a parting wink as he holds the cig out. "Need a light too, I suppose?" he questions, already reaching for his lighter.
"Of course," Stacy says, only picking up on the last statement. As Shinobi's noticed, she does that often, tossing away parts of conversation that don't need to be commented on. After its lit, she inhales a bit, exhales the smoke, and then says, "So, give me a call. Drop a dime. I'll be around." A wink.
Shinobi nods, as he begins walking off. "Expect me to." he calls over his shoulder, the day about done, and the time coming to change out of this shirt, too. And he can finally ditch this damn tuxedo g-string. Friggin Kait. He'll get her back for that one. He knew he should've made her wear crotchless panties with that dress.
Gesturing behind herself, Stacy murmurs, "Duncan Donuts. You know, you're right, very few kids skip here. I can't get anyone to go with me, for the most part." She offers a half-shrug. Less annoyed than confused, Stacy crushes her cig out again, finishing it. "But, I'm not gonna sit around in a class that I can't use in real life, you know what I mean?"
Shinobi nods. "I spent most of the day getting kicked out of classes for not changing, or I split out after getting the notes." he explains. "I took it all in private school, so I could do an equivelancy, and still ace it all." he explains. "And if I would've known, I would've went with you. Sure beats ducking around campus, though their coffee leaves something to be desired over Starbucks's."
Leaning against the support beams, Stacy wraps her hand around it, and replies, "I'd get my GED, if I cared enough. Might as well keep going to school until I fail out, though, you know?" She gains a faraway smile upon her lips, thinking before speaking: "You might be on an allowance, but some of us scrounge for pennies. Duncan's is fine enough for a growing girl, such as myself."
Shinobi smirks. "Touche. I however have no choice but to inherit a business empire, so being blaise about school is rather impossible for me. And you're smart enough not to scrounge." comments Shin, in a more serious tone. "You strike me as more than smart enough." he admits.
"Really?" That comes as a shock. Unless Shinobi's trying to flatter her, which, then it would be run-of-the-mill. Usually, people don't consider Stacy anything more than a great bod in tight clothing. Brain? Mmm. Maybe next lifetime.
Shin's being honest, for once. Scary. Must be the drugs. "Yes. Really. You're not just all boobs, tight stomach, and loose joints." he explains. Definitely the drugs, he's being more honest, and less scheming. "I didn't only ask you out because I wanted to see you in a tight dress. I like talking to you." he continues, flicking away yet another cigarette. "But then, you've this habit of overlooking the subtle, at least when it's subtle-ness involving things I say." adds Shaw with a grin.
Hmm. He does like her. That's ... not really different, but not exactly expected. He likes her, or seems to, for more than her body and touch. And he's a whole lot more confident than the last few that felt similarly. Admirable. "Anyways, if you only wanted to see me in a tight dress, all you'd have to do is show up at school tommorrow. Or the next day." A pause. She overlooks the subtle? Maybe. "I tend to take people for exactly what they say and do. Its a habit." Especially when she can read some of their chemical motivations like an aura.
Shinobi shrugs his shoulders. "Mind you, you'd have to stay -in- school for that to happen, unless you went looking for me first." he remarks, with a smirk. And the look in his eyes is changing, as if he might be coming back down off the high slightly. "Hey, we've all got our share of bad habits. Mine are just normally ones that aren't legal." he admits, shaking his head. "Of course, if that's all you ever take folks for, you'll probably end up missing out sometime."
"Not legal, huh? Like what?" Instead of telling more about herself, which is something Stacy usually doesn't do anyways - Thing of it: She's a walking orgasm machine. If she told too much about her own personal life, she'd get killers and stalkers like moths to a flame. Not a great idea. So, she's natural secretive about certain things. "And yeah, I might be missing out on some things, but hey, I'm certainly not missing out on others. Like, right now, I can look at you and tell what you're feeling." She does, too, viewing the chemical signatures about his form.
"Drugs mostly. I've been a raver for years." he admits. "Drink a little too. S'about it really. I chose not to get into the crazy stoned sex party end...too often. Just not my style. Granted, I knew where most of them'd been, but some of them were getting into the really odd ends of it. And most of 'em were coke heads. Not the most plesant of people, if you get the drift." explains Shinobi. "I've done my rounds, had my experiments...but I didn't make it a regular thing. Body lines of coke and coming home smelling of sex and too many other, out there drugs wasn't my thing."
"Like, I should have been able to tell from the shirt," Stacy says, rolling her eyes at her own ignorance. She's not a raver, but she'd wear a shirt like that for the sexiness of it. That, nothing underneath. She may be kicked out of school for wearing it, but its not like the teachers wouldn't enjoy escourting her outside. Behind the school. Here. "I don't bother with drugs. What's the point, really?" Of course, her power doesn't work on herself, but still. There's no need to screw up your own mind when you can play with others. "And, as for sex, well..." She pauses, before saying, "To say that God made me for it wouldn't even graze the surface."
Shinobi smirks at Stacy. "Naw, I normally go with the flashier stuff." he admits. "Eh. It was something to do." he admits, with a helpless shrug. "Of course, now, it's kinda tough for me to stop. Which is part of the reason why Sebastian made me come here with him, I guess." he explains. "And no, I kinda get your point there."
"You know, I can mimic Methadone, too. Anything that a pill can do, or an injection, I can do. You want to come down off something? I can probably help you along." There's some of that Institute teaching showing through, now. Stacy's not entirely self-centered. Here, she offers her powers in selfless service. Hmm. If she can do whatever pills do, she can also probably mimic Viagra. Snicker. Maybe Xavier did know what he was doing...
"Huh. Maybe. It'd probably be a good idea for me to come down off everything else -but- Weed, considering." admits Shaw, considering. It'd be something to work for for Father's day, at least. "Of course you don't have to be so selfless. That's never happened to me." he admits. Of course, it's the world he comes from, where everyone's using everyone else, in a backstabbing manner.
"Dude, I have these powers, I might as well use 'em for something." See, a bit of idealism has worn itself off on Stacy. She tilts her head to the side and offers a grin, saying, "Anyways, you really want something else to control your life? Don't you want to be master of your own destiny?" The last sentance is said with that 'mystical' quality always given to those words by any speaker.
Shinobi smirks. "Of course. I just really didn't have rehab as part of my schedule until Senior year." he comments with a wink. "As for actually, using these for something. Never truly thought about it much. I just kind of thought of them as an advantage, and little more." he admits. "But yes, I fully intend to be master of my own destiny. It just happens to coincide with what my father wants, to a point."
"Not bad, if your dad's rich," And not Stacy's dad, who happens to just work his ass off to get a dime. No thanks. "Y'know, if you want, I could talk to ... I don't know, someone at the Institute. Maybe see if you can get interviewed there, or whatever? They're supposed to teach you how to use your powers. Though, they don't have to teach me anything." A half smirk accompanies, "Its not like my powers can be -trained-."
"Naw. I doubt anyone there's ...qualified to handle you." he laughs. "But eh. Maybe. At least I'll check it out, I suppose." states Shaw, arms crossing once again. "Not that I think there's much for them to teach me. I've already got a pretty good grasp on how to use my powers." admits Shinobi a bit cockily.
"Yeah?" Stacy asks, raising a brow. "What can you do, other than, you know, kick someone's ass when you're all... Hard?" Bites her lip, waits for an answer.
Shinobi shrugs. "I could probably soldify while my arms's stuck in someone else's body. Bet it'd be painful as hell, and probably finish them off depending on how solid I got. But I'm considerably slower when I'm...Hard." he adds, with a slight mischevious look in his eyes.
Grinning, Stacy raises a brow, considering -that- statement. "Uh-huh," She says, matching the look Shinobi gives with one of her own. "So, your power forces you to slow down, take your time, enjoy the moment?" A raised brow.
"Pretty much. Of course..." he begins, once he realizes just what she was getting at, smirking. "...I've never really tried it like that, t' be honest." explains Shin. "But as far as a fight would go, yes, yes it would."
It seems that Stacy's mind -always- goes there. What else does she have to think about, really, with so many teen hormones dancing before her eyes at all times? "What's having power worth if you don't use it in every sense of the word?" Fight, shmight. Stacy's fine in hand-to-hand combat. A bit weak when it comes to weapons.
"Well, not having anyone I'd trust enough with the idea'd be part of it. I definitely weigh more when I increase my mass density, y'know? So explaining that to someone would be rather complicated, don't you think?" he asks, with a neutral look. And eh. Shin really only knows how to brawl. True fighting, he's lacking in knowhow.
Shaking her head, Stacy doesn't think so. She's not one of those who thinks that she should completely hide her power. Most people might not realize that its a power, anyways. Much like telepathy or telekinesis. Its not like you can see what Stacy does. "I don't know. I never tried to explain anything to a 'mere mortal'."
"Me neither. But I can imagine how it'd be." comments Shinobi. "But I can picture how a 'mere mortal' would act in response to it. And it wouldn't be plesant. And I've little desire to end up holed up in Area 51, tied to a table while being dissected and tested. Bondage and study ain't my kink."
"Not mine, either," Lie lie lie lie lie. Stacy gestures towards the general direction of the Institute. "You sound like half the kids over there, anyways. You should think about coming over. I mean, that's what they do - hide what they are. Me? For the most part, I could care less. Its gonna make me rich. Its gonna make me famous. Why bother hiding it?"
"Because I could slip through the walls of a rival corporation to listen in on trade secrets. Eliminate busiess enemies if things were -that- ruthless?" he muses. "Oh, I don't know. My secrets being public knowledge wouldn't serve me. If they knew what I could do, would they trust me to deal with me?" he queries, to make a point. "Though..." he muses, mind delving towards the gutter. But then with Stacy around, it's something that can't be helped. Much.
And she can see where his thoughts change - the sudden rise in testosterone, the levelling of other chemicals and hormones. Stacy smirks and eggs him on, "Though...?"
Shinobi sighs. "I've really got to watch myself with you, I see. You've got a total unfair advantage." complains Shinobi, good-naturedly. "Though, there's something to be said for those kind of games with the right person, and not with a team of goverment spooks. But then, that's playing two different types of games." he remarks, with a smile. "Of course I doubt I'm -that- much like them. Do those kids even have a real goal for themselves? Aside from learning about their powers and all?"
"I don't know, really," Stacy confesses, running through each kid in her mind. Kieran and Tessa have goals, but they're so mundane compared to Stacy's. "Maybe just me. I think that a lot of the kids are just that, you know, kids." She shrugs, thinking of Shay and Jared and some of the other ones. "They don't think about the future, they think about the present."
"Of course. Most of them probably didn't have anyone spurring them to grw up faster. To change in a rapid manner." he explains, musing. "To experience things they probably shoudln't have, to see things they oughtn't. To do things years before it's really right to." he continues, waxing philisophical bullshit. Another side effect of his being gone on drugs, though they're more or less out of his system. "So what're your goals? What do you want to do past this all?" he questions.
Laughter comes alongside: "My goal? To go to Vegas. Be a Showgirl, a stripper... Something. Make some money with the bod, the touch..." Oh, and did she mention that she's turning into a giant snake? Naw, Stacy won't go into that. She hardly tells anyone about that side of herself.
Shinobi shakes his head. "Why that though? You've got a hell of a lot more potential'n that, even if your abilities lend to it." he states. "It'd be a waste. You should consider business. I don't even want to think how easily you could probably manipulate your way into a corporate takeover." he muses, gears beginning to grind. And now, he's starting in on that deviousness, sex out of the brain for the moment.
He might think with something other than his sex organs, but Stacy doesn't really. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug and murmurs, "Why bother with the effort? I'd rather have a fun, easy life then go through all that ... business crap. Who needs it?"
"There'll come a time when the fun has to end, and you'll have to have something else, though. And then things will probably not be so easy." comments Shinobi, feeling very much like his father for giving such a speech. "And what will you do then?"
"Are you kidding me?" Stacy says, incredulous. He obviously has never been where she has. "Do you -know- how much strippers make?"
"And do you know how much you could make even in a year's time at the helm of the right business?" he asks. "But yes, I have a fair idea. Though I'm just ehh. But if it's what you want to do..." he trails, with a shrug of the shoulders.
"A girl's gotta do what she does best, Shinobi," Stacy replies, a general idea of happiness still around her. "It might not be the most moral of things to do, but its what I want to do. And I'll do it, and do it well." And, one day, open the X-Ranch, of course.
Shinobi nods. "I suppose. And I guess it'd be the least boring for you. It'd either be that, or get yourself made some guy's trophy wife, and live comfortably, but bored off your ass." he muses. "And I suppose we should probably take off soon enough. Classes'll be letting out, and I'll need to start finding somewhere for us to have dinner at."
"One guy?!" Stacy exclaims, flabberghasted. "You obviously don't know me well enough." Licking her lips, the girl leans forward and punches his arm lightly again. "Gimme a cig for the road?"
Shinobi shakes his head. "You, are a strange and twisted girl." he explains, pulling out yet another cigarette. "Better watch out, I'm starting to like it." comments Shin, with a parting wink as he holds the cig out. "Need a light too, I suppose?" he questions, already reaching for his lighter.
"Of course," Stacy says, only picking up on the last statement. As Shinobi's noticed, she does that often, tossing away parts of conversation that don't need to be commented on. After its lit, she inhales a bit, exhales the smoke, and then says, "So, give me a call. Drop a dime. I'll be around." A wink.
Shinobi nods, as he begins walking off. "Expect me to." he calls over his shoulder, the day about done, and the time coming to change out of this shirt, too. And he can finally ditch this damn tuxedo g-string. Friggin Kait. He'll get her back for that one. He knew he should've made her wear crotchless panties with that dress.