May the best win [CharlotteC]

[Patrick Bishop]

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph...." I huff as I tap my foot on the floor. Michael is trying to do my hair for me, he says I never get it right. It's hair, people do have bad hair days and what the **** was 'right' anyway when it comes to hair. I should of got a woman's opinion on what to do with it.

"Stop moving damn it. Sometimes times you're worse than a damn child."

He reminded me of the monks that had raised me. Well he cussed way more and did other things that monks wouldn't even dream of but he still treated me like I was going to be late to mass or that my clothes weren't right. Maybe there was a reason I picked him. Some subconscious ****.

"Just hurry up. I don't want to be late and I still have to pick a shirt."

"This isn't the shirt you're wearing?"

"No."

"You're ******* kidding me right?"

"No, why would I be?"

He hits me on the side of my head. It doesn't hurt but I wasn't expecting it.

"I'm done, do your own damn hair."

He storms off into the other room to do god knows what. I hear something hit crash to the ground followed by what I assume are a string of curses and my name being thrown around as well. He was worse than a woman sometimes.

I stand up and grab my drink from the countertop and quickly down it. Why the **** was I so nervous? I had been on dates before but to be fair most of them was with the soul intention of getting laid. I was sure that wouldn't fly with this one and in truth I was looking for more for once. I take off the shirt I had on and go through what I had. I have it narrowed down to two a plan black t-shirt or a black button up. I decided to split the difference and wear both, leaving the the button up open. I quickly brush my teeth and runs my fingers through my hair letting it fall where it will. As I leave I go check on Michael before I leave and he has headphones on and is into some video game. Probably taking out anger and wishing I was the one being shot. As I leave the little apartment I pull out my cell and text her.

I'll meet you at the Den and we will go from there. I hope you dressed for comfort.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie sat at the computer in the Den, it was normally what she did now a days. If she wasn’t in the cavern kicking ***, she was up in the Den, hacking. Always hacking - and the occasional gun making or trap or gadget for that matter - because she was good at hacking and she loved being as informed as possible. As it was, there were still some systems that gave her a bit of trouble so those were what she was working on when a text came through on her phone. She pulled the phone from her back pocket and lit up the screen so that she could see what notification it had. It was a text from Patrick, Skylar’s progeny. A good looking Irish man, she had to admit, the accent, it was a draw to her.

She smirked at the message and shook her head. His time away from the Den must have messed with his head. Charlie almost lived in this place. To the point that she had taken to falling asleep the moment the sun rose at the computer she worked on. The only time she wasn’t at that computer was when she was at the crafting table or in the caverns. And then there was the occasional trip to the slums or to Lancaster’s and the Backpackers to do some work. Charlie slipped her phone back into her back pocket and turned her eyes back to the computer, wanting to fit in one more quick hack before Patrick showed up and they left for wherever it was he was planning on them doing. Whatever it was, it required her comfort. Though, as she was now, she could be just as comfortable in a business suit and heels as she could be in tight black leather and heels. Girl liked her heels.

Tonight she was in a pair of black, skinny-legged jeans, the knees and one of the thighs had rips in them, causing a stark contrast between the black material and her pale skin. She also wore a black top, it had long sleeves and a high neckline, but at the same time there was a cutout from her neck to her chest, black mesh closed the hole up but there was that hint of cleavage. Over that she wore her signature black leather biker jacket. She currently had it open but could and likely would zip it outside since it was ‘too cold’ to leave it open. That would draw attention to her, despite the fact that she was used to this kind of cold even before she had become a vampire. The perks of being from Maine.

And then there was the finishing piece to her outfit, her black leather boots with the 5” stiletto heels. They zipped up but looked like they were closed with silver chains instead. As she typed, she bounced one leg, so the sound of her heel clicking against the hardwood floor was joined in almost a musically harmony of her fingers typing a mile a minute to work on getting into this one system that had really been giver her a hard time. A military system. She had been working on those especially since that odd meeting that she went to. The best way to know what your enemy knows is to be in their systems and do so in such a way as that they didn’t even know you were in there. However, she hit a wall and gave a little growl as she did so and had to work her way back out of the system.

[Patrick Bishop]

As I make my way over to the den I pass by a little flower shop. I'm kinda surprised that it's still open but we had odder thing in this city. I was one of the odd things. The older lady behind the counter looks up as I enter and quicklyputs on a smile that was clear she was just wanting to make a sale. No matter, I did intend to buy something anyway.

"Good evening. Is there anything impractical that you are looking for?"

"Yes actually." I give her my best smile as I make my way closer to her, glancing at different flowers as I moved. "I'm meeting a young lady this evening for a date and I'd like to bring her something when I pick her up."

"Is this a first date?" She asked me as she moves out from behind the counter and comes towards me.

"Yes it is."

"Are you wanting to go more traditional or where you looking for something else?" She asked as she starts to point out different displays she had around the shop.

"I think k something a little different but not going too far out."

She nodded and shows me some that she said has wildflowers in it. I'm not sure how 'wild' they can be but they look nice and I feel that Charlotte will enjoy them. At least I hope. After we agree on a size and the different flowers in it age quickly wraps them up and I pay and I'm back on my way.

I'm thankful that they smell lovely at least as I take the sewer entrance to get to the elevator and then to the Den. I smile as the door opens and I see her.

"Evenin love. I hope you are ready to have some fun."

[CharlotteC]

The soft ding that announced the elevator's arrival to the floor was sadly almost missed by Charlie as she put all of her concentration into trying to get into this new system. However, when she heard Patrick, she gave a soft smile and glanced behind her to look back at him. "After doing nothing but hacking all day, I really really could use some of this 'fun' you speak of." She said with a soft laugh before she turned back to the computer. She canceled her attempt to get into the system and then turned and stood slowly, giving a little stretch before she lifted her eyes back to Patrick.

"So what exactly do you have planned for tonight?" She asked with a curious gleam in her eyes and an amused smirk on her face, her hands slipping into the pockets of her jeans. Charlie took in his appearance and then glanced to the flowers, they were lovely, but so far, he hadn't offered them to her, so for all she knew, they were for Skylar, though she hadn't seen her sister around in months.

[Patrick Bishop]

I chuckled a bit, more so out of nerves than anything. I look glance down at the flowers I had picked up and hold them out for Charlotte.

"I got you these to start off with. I'm not sure how fun they are but I see people do this in movies and it always seems like a good idea. Wasn't sure what to get so I just kinda let the lady at the shop decide."

Thank ******* god I'm already pale as **** otherwise it would probably be way more noticeable that I don't know what the **** I'm doing.

"As for the rest of the night, well that's partly up to you." I give her a quick wink and smirk before I continue. "I hope you don't mind a little friendly game. Games. Whatever you want to call it. Competition I guess would 've the best way to describe it I'd wager."

For the of Jesus shut the **** up man, you're rambling on and on. Just get to the ******* point.

"But at any rate, I thought we'd go to the fair grounds. They won't be super packed and we could play some games, ride some rides, maybe catch a show if you'd like. It'd be a nice way to get to know one another without having people yell at us for talking during a movie. Plus deep fried everything to eat." I say with a shrug. Either she'll like the idea or hate it.

[CharlotteC]

Charlie was thankful that one thing death brought her was control over blushing, or rather, just lacking the ability to, because she would have in that moment as she eased the flowers from him and nodded in thanks. "They are lovely, perhaps a bit hard to carry around so I think I should leave them here." She said and then turned and left them on the desk near the computer - hopefully no one would ruin them while they were away. Granted, very few people ever came to the den anymore and even fewer used the computer. Then she smiled back up at Patrick and nodded again.

"I don't mind a little friendly competition, it gets the blood pumping... so to speak." She said with a soft laugh and then added on, "Though, I don't go easy, so you better bring your A-game." She teased a little, though she really wasn't the type of girl to let a guy win just to spare his ego. If he was confident enough a little loss once or twice or ten times shouldn't harm his ego much. "As for speaking in theaters though, there is a way around that." She said with a smirk and then reached out to him...

~Assuming you can do this.~

[Patrick Bishop]

I grin at her as she speaks to my mind before I answer her. "Sadly, I have yet to learn that little trick. Hopefully some day but I'm not sure when."/color]

I offer out my arm for her to take as we head to the elevator and eventually to the fair grounds. "I won't go easy on you either. I want a fair fight. Though you'd probably still beat me even if I cheated. Ya know with the whole, you've been a vampire a lot loner then me thing."

I shrug it off. As long as we both are having fun I don't think it matters much who wins. Though I do hope I at least win at one game throughout this night.

"So how long have you lived here?" might as well make small talk as we go. It couldn't hurt to get the little things out the way now.