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 Derek slid the guitar around to his back, then stretched, flexing half-heartedly, he might as well put some effort into it, she seemed cool, and it'd be cool if things worked out. "Hey, wanna go hang at the gym? I can probably plug in there, my backpack has a small amp, and that's where I left it." he commented. He would rather be there, anywhere was better, really. "I like it better there because it's closer to Hell." he joked, chuckling softly and brushing some hair from his face. His phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it, he knew who his match was, and anyone else wasn't that important to him right now. "Or we could go smoke, do you smoke?" he asked, he knew the habit was bad, but he also knew that the horns and tail made him look badass while doing it, and it was addictive.

"Or, better yet, we could smoke in the gym, I'm pretty sure there's a rule against it, but fuck rules, ya know?" he said. he looked her over a couple times, shamelessly checking her out as he talked. "You're not into nicknames are you?" he inquired. "And I gotta know if you're DTF, it's kind of important." he concluded, quite prickishly and casually. It's not that he was overly concerned, it was just good information to have, and he hated beating around the bush.