Collaboration between Marx and YoshiSkittlez
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"Oh, and you're the one to go to?" H rose an eyebrow, watching the girl carefully. He wasn't quite sure what her game was, but he had a guess. She seemed like the type of girl to not give half a shit about who she brought down as long as she had some fun along the way. H reached out and touched the side of her cheek slightly, before giving it a gentle slap, catching Kallian off-guard slightly but surprisingly, she only smiled in response, though a bit smugly. 

"You're giving yourself way too much credit, you know that right?" H brought back his hand, wiping it off on his jeans, assuming that there was some makeup on his palm. 

"Am I?" Kallian challenged, keeping her knowing smirk on her lips. "I think you're too scared to find out for sure." Only then did she take a step back from him and stomped out the cigerette that was slowly smoldering away between the two of them.

H put a hand on the back of his neck, stifling a laugh as he went on, "I want to pick you up as much as I want to be picked up by a cop."

"Boy, then you really must like them black-and-blues." She snickered, of course referring to the local police uniforms around here.

H paused for a moment, the urge to strangle himself for doing something as stupid as flirt with a probable underage girl rising. "And my technique ain't that bad. At least I didn't flop around a dance floor and try to woo you with cheesy nachos, yeah?"

Kallian took a step forward, making up the distance she created when stepping back to stomp out the cigerette, and jabbed her finger on his chest.

"Hey, at least he had some common decency to take care of a lady and get me something to eat." She pointed out. "Granted, I don't go for the two-left-feet losers with cheese on their fingers...but still..."

"Ah, so you go for tattooed guys and expect them to buy shit for you?" He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance even further, a smug grin crawling across his face.

Kallian could feel his hot breath on her face when he spoke, combined with the slight odor of cigerette smoke, but she didn't flinch. Her light green eyes glanced down to his lips for a brief moment before looking back up to his eyes and outwardly smirked, biting her lower lip and jabbed his chest again with her finger.

"If that's what you want to think." She practically growled out in a whisper, and then without a moments notice, she stepped to the side and started walking to the parking lot towards her car, digging through her purse to find her keys. "I'll see you later Alphabet, I'm headed to a [i]real[/i] bar." She called to him without even so much as looking over her shoulder at him.

H had a feeling he hit the wrong, or perhaps right, button with that last comment, judging by her acidic reaction. She seemed to do a one-eighty when she stepped around him and took off, mentioning that she was going to go to a [i]real[/i] bar. He chuckled, shaking his head as she tried to seem cold to him. "Don't gotta try to impress me, kid. Though try wearing a short skirt next time we meet, yeah? Maybe then I'll even invite you to dinner."

H shrugged, stepping into the street, walking across it slowly. He didn't have a car. He barely could afford his smoothie addiction with how much money he was putting away for his half-baked dream of a restaurant. The taste of the cancer stick was still pungent in his mouth and with every step he hated himself a bit more for reminding himself about how much he missed smokes. Not that it was limited to the little smokable coffin nails. He missed the trashy parties, the shitty drinks, the drugs, the women, but in the end that's why he was here. That life was going to be the death of him. His eyes lingered back to the girl who he couldn't recall catching the name of. If ever there was a ghost of his past, it was currently walking its perky ass away from him.