[center][img]https://mmasucka.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/TUF_Live_Finale_Weigh_In_094-e1508470589129.jpg[/img] [h3][color=ed1c24]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3] Lake Lunks [@Dirty Pretty Lies][@Plank Sinatra][/center] Approach. Twelve o'clock high. Somebody new entered the field, and judging from the refinedly sensual, honeydrip tone... He glanced upwards. Truth be told, he'd long heard her coming— first as a new pair of unidentified footsteps and second as an identifiably familiar, but not quite fully recognized, disembodied voice— one he had a decent guess at, but didn't elect to verify. They normally had other priorities than each other in the times they'd crossed paths. In all honesty, he had guessed that they'd mutually deduced that there was nothing either really had to offer the other in the way of common ground beyond the girl currently surveying the landscape atop his Ford. But evidently [i]that[/i] had come to an end. Now in full view, his enhanced senses quickly took stock of the girl before him. She was, thankfully, dressed casually as opposed to something mind-bendingly out of place for (and we reiterate) a [i]lakeside[/i] outing. Just jeans, a crop top ([color=ed1c24][i]bralette? I don't know clothes[/i][/color]), and a leather jacket to fight the bitter cold of Coloradan night. [color=ed1c24][i]I oughta get one of those, actually.[/i] "Ah. Ariana."[/color] He rose to his full height. [color=bf255d]Ariana "Ari-chan" Mossos.[/color] His younger sister's favorite shopping buddy. A girl of... eighteen, if he recalled correctly, years of age. A daughter of Aphrodite that shared Danaye's love of long shopping trips and very heavy, very full bags. Five and a half feet tall, she cut the striking figure you'd expect of her heritage, with the well-kept locks and immaculate skin to match, kissed by the sun [i]just so[/i]. The outfit did a fair job of showing off her curves, and her makeup accentuated her face— [color=BF255D]“I'm surprised you're not on security detail this time around, sweetie! Does this mean you finally have some time to hang out with me?”[/color] The face that was [i]blowing smoke into his and getting it up his nose and in his eyes and he thought he tasted it and[/i] [color=ed1c24]"Ahem."[/color] he gave a polite cough, adroitly following up with a small chuckle and a joke. [color=ed1c24]"Better watch where you point that thing. I can't summon my own, but that [i]might[/i] count as a weapon."[/color] [color=ed1c24][i]This is Dana's friend,[/i][/color] he reminded himself, [color=ed1c24][i]Be nice. She knows not what she does.[/i][/color] Waving the smoke away, he adopted an easier, more naturally friendly grin, and continued, allowing a warm ruefulness to creep into his baritone. [color=ed1c24]"Yeah, getting the kegs here with Dal's run us both ragged, so he's letting me have the night off. I dunno if I've the temperament to safely handle a belligerent drunk after dodging the barriers and guardians in [i]and[/i] out of campus anyway."[/color] Wait. "Hang out with me"... [color=ed1c24][i]Huh?[/i][/color] He was fairly sure they'd never spoken at length before, let alone shared any interests aside from the common thread of his sister. Surely this was only being courteous. He wasn't Dallas, people mostly let him paradoxically both be physically huge and slip under their radar if they existed outside of his friend circle... And yet here she was. Making that voice, giving him that look, and asking him to hang out. With her. Him. [color=ed1c24][i]Alright. There could be any number of things driving this.[/i][/color] Well, first, this was a Daughter of Aphrodite. Aphrodite, [i]aphrodisiac[/i]. He knew that one of his abilities granted him total presence of mind under any outside influence, but perhaps the unfamiliarity of the situation was throwing him off-kilter. Best to verify a few things. Namely, intent and motive. Remove all possibility of misreading the situation. He helpfully threw a thumb over his rounded shoulder to his sister, and spoke. [color=ed1c24]"I appreciate the offer, but if you're worried that you'd be taking the other Ares kid from her post, don't. Dana'd be free to hang out with you so long as she keeps an eye on everyone else, so you don't have to make do with me or anything like that."[/color] In truth, this was a stretch. It was a [i]hell[/i] of a stretch, given how quickly he'd come to the first conclusion. His suspicions told him, in no uncertain terms, that this one was the [i]peak[/i] of playing dumb— she was very openly eyeing all six feet and three inches of him up. She was busting out pet names when he wasn't sure he'd ever done anything more than greet her when picking up his sister from the mall. She tried to [i]Jessica Rabbit him with weed[/i], what an [i]inspired[/i] move that was. He knew better. And he knew he knew better, too. This was an act he'd seen more than experienced by leagues, but he knew how it played all the same. Internally, he sighed, not letting it show on his face. He didn't want to be rude and act like his kid sister's friend was being a bother, but... [color=ed1c24][i]Don't make me do this.[/i][/color] Beneath his friendly smile, Jonas Highwind searched for a way out that didn't rock the boat.