Sandy reunions (Closed)

[Siege]

“I told myself I came here for the free beer”
“After all…what teen could pass up free beer even if they have a case in the fridge”

True enough, free beer was probably why most people were here, though she assumed there were some here trying to find love, and working on getting someone special in their lives. You could actually meet some worthwhile people at a party, it was rare but completely possible. Still though, she hadn't seen anyone that struck her fancy, and she hadn't really intended to go home for the ol one night stand either. She had actually come for the free booze and drugs, since she couldn't afford it other wise.

“But…I guess I really came here as part of my fresh start since I just moved here”
“Just trying to see what it was like to be an ordinary teenager…Though…I know I’m not one of them…I don’t belong in places like this”

She smiled softly. She was shocked, that he was being honest with her. She could tell that by the tone in his voice, that he was actually giving her a slight insight into who he was as a person. Why he really was here. She was shocked to learn that it was because he wanted to try to be a normal teenager, it was then she wondered what he considered himself.

"Ordinary is over rated. You stick out the way you are, and people strive to do that, why assimilate yourself into a world and get lost within it. Keep your style Chuck, it suits you."

Honesty, begot honesty. And thus she was being honest with him. She liked that he didn't wear baggy jeans and over sized or overly tight tshirts like the rest of mankind. She liked that, like her, he had his own style and it spoke for him. He didn't need to wear denim to be himself. And hell, men looked hot in suits.

“Its pretty obvious why you’re here though…aren’t those girls you came here with worried about you being over here…I’m pretty sure some of the brainless meatheads you were dancing with are missing your company by now….why bother with some stars you can just see tomorrow night?”

"Is it? Obvious why I'm here? Then please, enlighten me with your deciphering of my reason." she said. Her eyes still watched him curiously. She wondered what he thought, and now she would find out, because his answer now was going to tell her what he thought of her.

"As for the girls, I came with. They were a ride, you see I don't have a car, so in order to get here I needed a ride, they're all probably being fucked without protection in some sand dune where they'll wake up with fleas and the clapp. That's their problem. And as for the guys, they're good for a dance, some eye candy, but they don't get this."

She motioned to her body.

"I chose, they don't. And none of them, are good enough."

[Josiah]

Ordinary over rated huh, what a crock of shit she feed him with that line. He didn’t have to know her to tell that at some point or another in her life she wanted the same. An ordinary family with a decent life, people to be there for her on a constant lvel. He didn’t know her at all but yet he knew she lacked these things, what the full story was he had no idea but he could see some of the gaps in her being.

She then asked him to explain why she was here, he kind of gave a light almost amused huff. But before he gave his answer she went on to tell him about the girls. Well atleast he knew what she thought of them already, they were probably just girls from their school that had tried to befriend her and she was taking advantage of slightly to get things like rides and what not when she needed them, it wasn’t so bad in all honesty after all this was high school and from what he had been lead to believe teens had a habit of doing such things. It was when she told him about the guys he simply rolled his eyes though, so she was a like her ride buddies…but with standards.

“I see” Josiah said lightly still not really looking at her, why was any ones guess but he wasn’t quite sure himself either. “Well its good to know you have standards…sorry no one here was up to your standards though” He didn’t feel bad at all it was more of just the normal thing to say.

“As for why you’re here though” His eyes just seemed to stare into nothingness as he spoke “You’re here to be alive for a little while…to forget about what ever problems in life you have with massive amount of booze and probably some free drugs supplied by locals to expand their buyers circle” he sighed “Get lost in the music and the summer heat, lower you inhabitions and maybe find some little toy to make you feel better for a few hours before you wake up tomorrow and go back to the way things are…..then again…that’s just the vibe I get from you…you don’t seem like the girl that came her to find love or friendship…and with the way your dressed its clear you wanted attention”

He let out a soft subtle sigh “But you can just take my guess and toss it…after all you can guess its not like I have a lot of experience with people…I just go with my gut feeling”

[Siege]

“Well its good to know you have standards…sorry no one here was up to your standards though”

She chuckled.

"Well don't fret, I wasn't looking to get laid tonight anyway."

Granted, had she found the right guy it might have worked and been intereting. But she really wasn't in the mood she had only just moved here and gotten settled in. The girls had invited her to the party, and she figured she really shouldn't turn it down. Free booze and drugs, the chance to dance on the beach and see the stars. Which she couldn't see from her crappy apartment building was enough to get her out of the house.

“You’re here to be alive for a little while…to forget about what ever problems in life you have with massive amount of booze and probably some free drugs supplied by locals to expand their buyers circle”

Mother fucker.

Well he was partly right basically but she didn't think that he had her completely pegged just yet. She liked to think she wasn't that predictable though he had a good deal of it right as much as she hated to admit it. Her eyes grew heavy as he continued to speak. What he said was mainly lost on the young girl as she drifted into her mind and soon she had fallen asleep. Her breathing deeper, her face completely relaxed and reflected in the moonlight above, which cast beautiful shadows on her pale skin. The tattoo was still there, always would be, but it was currently burried in the crook of her left arm, her hair fluttered a bit in the breeze. It was amazing anyone could sleep with so much noise going on, but the thing was, she was used to noise.

The orphanage, the gang, she had never actually lived alone until now. And while she enjoyed the solitude for the most part she hated being along all the time. Especially at night.

[Josiah]

Her breathing deepend and when she didn’t give a snappy reply to his words he knew she had passed out. Just as he had thought she would. He simply got up, with her out cold he had no other reason to stick around. He took a few steps away and began to brush himself off, luckily he had worn a polyester blend and the sand wasn’t moist which mean a quick brush and shake was enough to remove it from most of himself. He then began to leave, her friends would find her and get her home safe, she was not his concern. But after a few steps he stopped.

“Yo…look at that hot chick man…she’s completely fuckin wasted” he stopped at those words and turned around sure enough two young men were walking closer to her and his normally cold eyes grew even beadier. While she was not his friend, not anything actually he would not let two numbskulls have their was with a defenseless girl.

He began to walk back. “Back off or get my foot up your ass” He said in a growl sure enough that was all it took, no one wanted to fight over a sleeping girl they could be charged with rape for. Coming to her he lifted her up cradling her body in his arms. He was stronger then he looked though without his shirt on his strength could clearly be seen. She seemed to snuggle into his arms stiring a bit but not waking. A classic booze coma it seemed.

He sighed lightly but like a gentleman he carried her through the sand and over to his house which was not to far away. A small two story building, nothing spectacular but it was his. Getting her inside after of course wippng his feet from the sand he walked through the slightly illuminated house. He carried her to his room, a large bed room which connected to a master bathroom. While he did have a spare room he had not turned it into anything and so an extra bed was out of the question.

He took her to the master bathroom and grabbed an extra towel. With her still in his arms he first lay the towel down on his bed and then her ontop of it. She still had sand on her and he rolled his eyes. He was not going to have sand in his bed. He removed her boots first putting them at the foot of the bed and then went into the bathroom once more to get a box of baby wipes of all things. Coming back he took a wipe and began to gently wash her arms and legs from the sand which still clung to her. She did not seem to move an inch through out it.

But then after that he sighed thinking about what had to be done. Her clothes had to be removed, there was just no way around it. Her skirt came first, it was so small that it took barely any effort to remove. She had a lovely set of legs but they were nothing new after seeing them all night, Next was her top, The halter top was trickier to remove from her but moving her gently and working slowly he managed, though when he did his red eyes nearly bulged from their sockets…she…she was braless!

How he set her back down without waking her he had no idea, but as he backed up he found his eyes drawn to her only panty clad body. He hated to be touched, he hated any kind of real contact, but still emotions only had so much hold over millions of years of primal instinct. Flesh, a teenage boys ultimate weakness no matter how friged he tried to be. He wanted…he wanted to reach out and touch her she was beautiful and like this it would be so easy.

But after closing his eyes he pulled himself out of such thoughts. No..he would not let that happen, he would never ever embrace or be embraced by a soul, that was his oath and he would stick to it forever.

He took her clothes and shock them out over his large tub getting the sand out from their cloth and rested them on a chair near the bed in plain sight. After removing the towel from under her he pulled the sheets over her body, it was cool in his room right enough for being able to sleep without a heavy blanket.

He removed his tie and his shoes, placeing them in the closet as always. After that he removed his vest and placed it in the hamper leaving his pocket watch on his dresser as always before he left the room. He’d be sleeping on the couch tonight and would most likely wake up at the crack of dawn as he had a habit of doing

[Siege]

She didn't feel much of it. She remembered vaguely being picked up in strong arms, and she snuggled up into his arms. Who ever it was, had not taken any liberties with her but instead was holding her as though he might actually care. She slept through it all, him carrying her to his place, him carrying her though it. The way that he lay her on his bed, and cleaned her off. She sighed softly as he did this, it felt refreshing even to her sleeping mind. She wasn't lost in a booze stupor but she was tired, and the booze and drugs certainly didn't help a bit. As he removed her boots, he would see the beautiful legs that she had. The boots had hidden a bit of her leg being knee high, but now they were easily seen. She snuggled into him again as he lifted her up to remove her shirt. Revealing that she had gone braless for the night because of the shirt she had chosen.

"..don't go.. please.. don't go.."

She whispered this as he lay her down again and placed the sheets over her. It wasn't meant for him, though he would certainly hear it. She turned over on her stomach in the bed and snuggled down into his pillow. It was very comfortable. She felt the bed shift after some time, bringing her slightly out of her sleep again as her eyes flutteered. she didn't wake but she moved to him, and snuggled up agianst his side under the sheets. She lay on her side, her hand curled up on his arm, clasping it softly. Her forehead beside the crest of his shoulder, making her breath softly rustle against his skin.

"..come back.. "

"..don't go again.. I .. I'll be good.."

Soon though she slipped deeper into sleep, curled up beside him in his bed, her speaking fell silent as this happend.

[Josiah]

‘don’t go…please..don’t go’

He stopped mid stride his hands were already working on the buttons of his shirt half way down, only to reveal an undershirt beneath it. He turned around and looked at her as she moved, was she dreaming?. She moved snuggling into his pillow. He guessed that was the missing puzzle piece to his guess before. Some one in her life had abandoned her at an age were she was just old enough to remember. Who was it though…and what had happened?

“Can’t believe this shit” he muttered silently in his whispers. It was more at himself then at her, but if it would keep her asleep then he’d play along. He removed his shirt and his slacks, he could not sleep with them if he was on the bed they were just to uncomfortable like that. In his boxers and muscle shirt he lay down on the opposite end of his bed.

His eyes then bulged out as she moved and out and touched him, he could nearly feel his teeth crack he clenched his jaw so tightly. Him being touched on a bed…it never equaled a happy memory. Mixed with the fact he was being snuggled by a half naked girl for the first time in his life only added to the sea of tension. But slowly most of it faded as she spoke again in her sleep.

‘Come back…don’t go again. I…I’ll be good’

What ever had happened…she had been a child, one with no power over the situation other then promise to be good and hoped everything would be better. It was easy for him to be sympathetic but at the same time it wasn’t. His parents had been stupid enough to die on him the fucking morons and his brother…well it was best not to think about it.

He spent the night falling in and out of a light sleep, laying flat his eyes closing and opening every ten minutes or so, it was hard to relax with some one touching him, he didn’t like it. But yet for some reason the one known in the mob circle as heartless Jo could not take this comfort away from her letting her sleep soundly till dawn.

When the first light began to peek through the window that was when he slipped out of bed, light bags beneath his crimson eyes as he moved stealthily through the room. The shower would wake her and so he just grabbed last nights pants and shirt and snuck off down stairs were he would get dressed. It was Saturday which meant nothing really had to get done, he had the day to himself. But he could not do anything till she woke up.

By 8 oclock he began to get hungry as he had a habit of doing. And so after popping another cigarette in his mouth he began to cook. Though unlike his normal breakfast he made sure to cook for two instead of one. Still with a cigarette in mouth he was soon cooking French toast and some eggs and of course bacon. The smell from the cinnamon alone began to fill the small beach home its aroma probably reaching upstairs very easily

[Siege]

Morning came and with it the headache that told her she had over done it last night. She knew instantly that she wasn't at home. Mainly because of the bed beneath her. The sheets were soft against her bare skin. The pillow was fluffy, but there was a scent in the bd that she did not recognize, besides hers was some matress on the floor, this was an actual bed. She turned over as her grey eyes opened, to see the sunlight filtering in through an unknown window. Pulling herself up on her elbow she looked around the room. Where the fuck was she? She knew she hadn't gotten laid. She was still in her panties, and that never happened. But her clothing was off but folded on a chair close by.

She pulled the sheets off her body and placed her feet on the wood floors beneath her. Looking around she saw a vest and a tie laying on the floor. No fucking way! Her brow cocked curiously. What the hell. Pursing her lips she leaned down and picked up his vest and tie. She could smell the food downstairs being prepared, and she decided to see just how much of a man he was. He was always so cold, she wondered what he would do if...

As she came down the stairs, she fully intended to see his eyes bug out of their sockets. She came down in the same panties she had on last night. But on her chest was his vest buttoned up, so that her chest was accented but covered, though a vast amount of cleavage for his eyes to feast on. His tie was loose around her neck as she walked with confidence into the kitchen. Popping herself up on the counter she grinned stealing his cig for a quick drag. Then making sure not to touch his lips she gave it back. Exhaling she crossed one toned leg over the other.

"What's for breakfast, it smells good." she said as her eyes looked down at the pan he was working with. "Who knew you could cook, Chucky, you'll make some girl happy one day."

[Josiah]

Footstep were heard, they were light but Josiah wasn’t exactly your normal oblivious teenager, no he was much more then that but that side of him was even more hidden then the small smiles he was capable of from time to time when he found something funny. He just stayed at what he was doing, it was not like he had to worry or anything, she would either come here and eat or curse him for stripping her down and leave so he would not have to worry about any surprises….or so he thought.

As she came into the kitchen his eyes looked at her, they were cold as always but a slight bit of strain could be seen on them as they casted themselves on Siege. She was in her black panties which played well against her toned pale lower half but instead of her top she was wearing his vest of all things and his tie! It was no big deal really, he had dozens of others in his closet, but it was just the way such items played on the female body. He turned away as though nothing had happened feeling that same strange feeling he had felt last night…many would openly know it as lust but to Josiah it felt like weakness and inner betrayal.

She hopped up on the counter facing him before he knew it his cigarette was taken from his lips by the pornographicly dressed Siege. She took a drag of it and then gave it back never once touching him. It was good that she had remembered that, after barely getting much sleep he was worse then he normally was thanks to her and her nocturnal clinging..

“You really see me as a Chucky huh” Josiah said noticing after even he had said his nick names she still chose to call him by that. Smoke escaped his nostrils. He was so used to having one in his mouth his hands never really touched the damned thing except to flick the ashes and to die the thing out. “Anyway…French toast…eggs and bacon…you learn to cook on your own unless your contempt with t.v dinners and ramen” another steam of smoke escaped his nose.

His eyes looked over to her, he wasn’t checking her out like some horny teen, no he fought the urge to. “Miss your clothes I folded for you?” He asked curiously, she was distracting like this something he wasn’t much caring for. “It was a bitch to get all the sand off of them and you last night” He took the cigarette from his lips and rested it on the side of the ashtray his little way of telling her to help herself to it.

“So…since you are dressed like that I take it you are staying for breakfast then”

[Siege]

“You really see me as a Chucky huh”

Siege could only grin.

"Well, Jo and Josh don't really fit you. I dunno, Jeeves so far seems more appropriate right now. But I went with Chucky, cuz, it seemed better for now, and I dunno it just stuck."

Siege gave a simple shrug of her toned shoulders as he told her what they were having, and it smelled and looked heavenly. She had no idea how to cook she usually just picked something up at the Convience store on the way home from where ever, she only had a tiny mini fridge, and it was mainly used to store water, and beer. Her food came from where ever she stopped when she was hungry. So for now, free food seemed like an awesome thing.

“Miss your clothes I folded for you?”

Siege shook her head.

"No, but these were lying discarded and unloved on the floor. So I rescued them and decided to wear them for a while. They're oddly comfy for the time being."

It was true, she had seen them but she hadn't really cared. Firstly because no matter hard he tried there would still be sand in them until they were washed, something she didn't have facilities for. So now she was going to have to save up and head to the creepy washeteria where people stole her panties out of the dryer. Sick freaks.

“It was a bitch to get all the sand off of them and you last night

She rolled her eyes but looked up at him. He put the cigarette down in the ash tray, and she picked it up for a moment, assuming he was sharing. Taking a long drag, she blew the smoke to the side, and placed it back down for him again. She leaned forward.

"And.. I thank you for it, and the place to sleep. You didn't have to. But, I thank you."

Her voice was soft, and truthful as she reached forward and placed a soft but quick kiss on his cheek. She knew he didn't like to be touched, but she wasn't sure how else to give her thanks to him. Words didn't really seem to be enough in her mind, so instead she had settled for this and would deal with the reprocussions when they came.

“So…since you are dressed like that I take it you are staying for breakfast then”

"Well, I don't think a skinny boy like you could eat all that, so it's best I stay and help." she smiled. Picking up the cig again she took another drag before setting it down for him again. It was kind of nice sharing one.

"So.. question. Like what you saw last night? Your little.. private show?" she grinned teasingly.

[Josiah]

She explained herself about his name, apparently his nicknames none of them were to her liking and so he was stuck with chucky though he doubted it would be for long. He had a feeling this was just a one time deal, the cards tumbled this way and probably never would again. It was something that didn’t bother him and his life of solitude, no not at all.

She soon took the cigarette that he had put to the side just as he thought she would have, he didn’t look at her much her attire was to distracting and he was cooking, and burnt eggs were just horrible to eat. She then thanked him, it was scary to him, not the show of gratitude but the tone which she spoke, the same soft tone as on the beach and almost like the whispers she had muttered in bed. No one truly rotten to the core could speak like that, it was something that lead him to believe there was hope for this girl in the future should she just chose the right path.

But then she made a mistake and kissed his cheek, just as he was beginning to tolerate her. His teeth clenched harshly his eyes strained in their crimson chill, he reached over and grabbed her by the tie she wore just a tug to get her attention, his eyes looked as though they would melt through her.. He did not say a word, he didn’t have to, he had warned her already and while he had allowed it while she was sleeping and not control herself she was awake now and could.

Letting go of the tie he turned back to the food and she seemed to pick right up asking him a question that made him recall the night and caused a bit of heat to rush to his cheeks though he had no idea why. “I…I kept the lights off so I didn’t see much” He said as calmly as he could turning off the gas to the burners.

“But from what I could see….its no wonder why those guys at the party wanted to be all over you” He grabbed the cigarette and took a quick puff before placing it back and went to his cabinets pulling out two dishes and bringing them to the counter were he began transferring food onto them.

[Siege]

Suddenly, his hand lashed out and gripped the tie she wore loosely around her neck. He pulled her to get her attention, and he certainly had it. Though she stared right back into his eyes, for a few moments, not willing to submit, until his eyes turned colder, and finally her eyes fell. He moved away then and Siege slid off the counter top and walked over to the large windows that looked out at the ocean. Leaning against the frame she listened to him speak about how it had been dark and he hadn't seen all that much. She nodded. She wasn't ashamed of what she had. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous and she knew it, firstly she had a tattoo on her face and that tended to turn a majority of guys off. But that was fine with her, she was't looking for a relationship. If it happened great, if not, then fine, she wasn't on the search.

“But from what I could see….its no wonder why those guys at the party wanted to be all over you”

Her brow rose. So he had gotten a good look then, but whatever she wasn't shy. And he probably didn't even get the slightest bit turned on anyway. She doubted that she was his type. He needed some happy go lucky chick that would be all understanding and shit when he was all anti touch. But not her, she was the kind of girl that would make sure that he was broken of his little habit. She would give him something to affiliate touch as a good thing, but for now she would just keep her distance, it wasn't like they were going to be friends. He certainly didn't want to be and she didn't waste her time with lost causes.

"so why do you live alone in this huge house anyway?" she asked him curiously turning she pressed her back to the window giving him plenty of space.

[Josiah]

She moved over to the windows that over look the ocean, he was no good at keeping company, he had never done it before in his life. Siege was only his guest because he knew how bad he might have felt if her left her on the beach and some drunk idiot had their way with her in the sands. That why he could not feel bad if his act had pissed her off, she was nothing more then a guest one that would be gone and never heard from again.

He stacked her plate nicely, she looked like she could use a good meal and Josiah himself was not much for eating a lot. With the plates in hand he moved them to the table were placings had already been put out. The coffee machine began to beep just as she looked to him and asked him a question.

“I live here alone because I’m alone in life” He said mot even thinking about it. It was his way of saying everyone that had ever meant anything was dead or gone and he had been outcasted.

“Because f that I just decided to get a nice quite place I could enjoy…in retrospect a beach house in long beach is a bad idea for a quite spot”.

He poured two mugs of coffee, she could doctor it the way she wished to. “What about you….I have the strangest feeling your on your own as well…where do you call home?...I figure I’ll drive you back when your done here” Josiah said as he would wait for her to sit down and then do the same himself

[Siege]

“I live here alone because I’m alone in life”

Amen brother. Siege sighed, her eyes fell to the hard wood floors beneath her as she bit her lower lip. She had a feeling that in a few ways they were more alike then they would like to admit. She hated her parents for what they did, she didn't even remember their names. She could only remember the horrible orphanage and the life she had there. And she remembered the time she lost her virginity there, and the time she was forced.. well several times. Before she had finally gotten the gumption to run away. So she could understand being alone.

“Because f that I just decided to get a nice quite place I could enjoy…in retrospect a beach house in long beach is a bad idea for a quite spot”.

She chuckled.

"No, especially on the weekends, but it's probably not so bad during the week, Id expect, certainly more quiet than where I live."

She lived in a shit hole. The door didn't lock. No hot water. She had very few belongings and they all fit in a suitcase that she hid under her bed. She actually owned nothing. Everything was given to her, the furniture left behind by the previous owner which could only testify to how crappy the shit was to be left to begin with. She slept on a matress on the floor, the carpet was rotting, the windows were busted, and she prayed every night she wouldn't have some creep crawl into her room at night and try to have some fun. Though luckily she lived on the third floor so it wasn't too easy.

“What about you….I have the strangest feeling your on your own as well…where do you call home?...I figure I’ll drive you back when your done here”

She looked up to see the table set and him waiting on her. Crossing the room she took the seat furthest from him and sat down taking a sip of her coffee.

"Well you don't have to do that, it's a shitty part of town you probably don' want to drive whatever fancy wheels you got down through it." she shrugged.

Truth of it was she was slightly embarassed about her living conditions but she couldn't do mucha bout it. Shit in Long Beach was insanely expensive and she could barely afford where she lived now. There was no way she could live anywhere else. So she dealt with it. It's what she got for running away. But perhaps she could learn something at the tattoo and piercing shop where she worked, maybe they would make an apprentice of her and she would be able to really do something with her life. Being an artist would be nice, but a piercer worked as well.

"How long have you lived here?" she asked curiously. "I just moved here myself. So I'm still pretty new."

[Josiah]

She took the seat furthest away from him which wasn’t that far at all at the small round table, it just made it easier for them to talk face to face and also allow Siege to tease him more in his clothing and Jo…well now he was forced to look in that direction if he wished to look at her while they spoke. She answered him about the ride and he looked over to her.

“Its alright…its no problem, I’m no stranger to places like that” Josiah admitted “But do what you want…the offer is there” While he was offering he was not going to cram it down her throat. He was no ones sitter and he was nothing to her so it was not as though he owed her anything.

She asked him then about how long he had been here and he rolled his eyes lightly thinking about it

“Maybe two weeks….I was in L.A before I had to move* Which was truth enough just minus the technical details about the why he was forced to move here.

“With that tattoo you would have fit right into the surroundings their” he nodded lightly toward her tattoo on her cheek

[Siege]

“Its alright…its no problem, I’m no stranger to places like that”
“But do what you want…the offer is there”

She looked up at him. She would think about it. A ride would be nice, it was definatly a long walk and she certainly didn't have the cash for a taxi. That meant at least ten or so miles of actual walking and while she was in shape the shoes she was wearing weren't going to work with walking that kind of distance. Picking up her fork she began to eat her egg, watching him as he moved. His movements were graceful and calculated, as though he was rigid through out his entire life. If she could have she would have ruffled his hair or something to make him smile, but that was obviously not the way to go.

Maybe two weeks….I was in L.A before I had to move*

LA? Hmm interesting, she really didn't peg him as an LA boy, they tended to have btter style, worse grammar, and too much money. Now he had the money thing going for him but as for the rest of it she didn't see. He looked like some rich kid that had gone to finishing school but his parents ran out of dough and set him up here instead. Though it didn't sound like a likely story.

“With that tattoo you would have fit right into the surroundings there”

Siege laughed.

"Do a lot of people put tattoos on their cheeks in LA?" she chuckled with a shrug. "But, it hurt like a bitch, but pain isn't much right, I mean it's merely a bit of pain, and then it fades. It's not the outside pain that stays with you for the rest of your life. That shits' gone in minutes. But it's the .. inner stuff that stays forever."

Siege looked down at her plate and took another bite, cutting into her french toast. She also had her piercings, the one in her lip, the five in her left ear three in her right.

"But, speaking of looks, you don't really look like you fit in much in LA. What's with the suits? No casual clothes?" she asked curiously.