The Pipeline~

[Fau$t]

And so the paper read...


Looking to release some of your darkly urges? Pay a visit to The Pipeline, where we will try to satisfy those needs to the utmost extent of the word! You will experience hospitality greater than you have ever received at nightclub/bar resort structure. Though, any sort of disruption will not be tolerated.

Be sure to have ID on you at all times.
Pay us a visit and enjoy your stay here.


The Pipeline anticipates your arrival.


The ad was convincing enough. The posters had been slapped along the base of Santa Monica for weeks ever since Faust had caught hold of his business partner in Manhattan. His once enemy, turned business partner, Yu Nomura. How he got in touch with the man was purely accident, seeing as he called to check-up on all of the financing and such. Turns out that Yu was looking to transfer his business else where. Manhattan, still booming with finances, Yu was looking to stretch out his capital market to a higher place. And Faust just happened to be in the right place at the right time. With the a large structure located in South LA, right in the heart of Santa Monica, Faust knew exactly where to plant his seed of business. Acquiring the building was the easy part. All he needed now was a dedicated staff and group of people to help run his financial structure. Again, having Mister Nomura on the phone. He was able to acquire some helping hands aswell as soem back up from the Yakuza internation task force that was conviently stationed in uptown LA. With a physical force a' brewin'... Faust stretched his hands out far and wide to find anyone looking for work in that area. He found and hired his hands, they would be his puppets for the business. Leading to the results, his arrival tonight. Faust left Yu's construction team to design and such of the nightclub. Overall, the buidling was immense. Three floors, excluding the basement which was treated as the main dance-floor more than anything. The first floor would be used as the cool-off area, for everyone to converse in a very environment-friendly area. The second floor was treated as a bar and would be a safe-haven for those with bad-habits. Though, they wouldn't last long if they decided to lash out at the club-goers or staff.

Walking down a rather long street, Faust could hear the thunderous music from down the block. This place was going to be big with his help or not. His slow, but steady stride was finally met with red-carpet. Bingo. The entrance to his paradise. He merely nodded to the two rather large asian men guarding the door, cutting through a massive line already stationed in front of the door. They smirked at his presence and bowed as he passed. Respect. He liked it. He was met by two other men, both asian, custom to japanese Yakuza tradition, tuxedo-clad and ready to position themselves by his sides. Guards? Another thing to enjoy. Walking around the viscenity, with the two men by his sides, he watched as the club-goers enjoyed the bar and resting area. Now, off to the dance-floor.

His steel-toed boots clung up against the floor until they were met with a clang. Faust had made his way into the elevator, both men, arm's crossed, looking more threatening than ever. Pressing one of the buttons, the doors slammed shut, and they were sent down. A few seconds later, they were met with a loud technological rage of music. Not his style preferably, but it's what the people wanted that mattered. A dense crowd could be seen, clinging to each other, massed together as one organic being of dance. Wow. That couldn't have sounded anymore homosexual, if he tried. That one kind of just slipped out.

"Hmmm."

A concerned look on his face as he swung through the crowd, shifting and turning to avoid as much contact physically, as possible. It seemed as though everyone was enjoying the experience greatly. Again, a good thing. A person will come back again and again with benefits attached to their visit. The disc jockey equipment and stand was located high above the crowd, the structure attached the ceiling on the right so that the DJ could have a view over everyone in the club. Keeping an emotionless expression, Faust merely slipped through the crowd, back into the elevator. Time to visit the third floor. Staff area. A place where everyone could just get away from their job even if it meant drinking all their problems away in the process of it all. Walking back into the elevator, he placed in a security code and made his way up to third floor with both guards still attached to his sides. The establishment dancers had yet to make an appearance yet. And Faust had made sure all the bar-tenders were female. Eye-candy. Pretty to look at it. Bad when confronted physically, because these were women Faust wouldn't want to fuck around with.

Third floor. The staff's personal pent-house. Three bathrooms, a living room equipped with enough entertainment value than ever, several bedrooms. Enough to pass for a studio apartment.

Now. All he needed was the staff to make it's way onto the scene and everything would go exactly as planned. Yu would come to visit once the place had hit it big. So showing up Mister Nomura's place was top priority. Walking to the wall of glass, he looked out at the city. Soon, none of it would really matter anymore.

"It'll all just... disappear."



((OoC: I'll go more into description later. I posted quick so that people could start having fun soon. Don't worry, I'll adjust and make the club spiffier later.))

[Bastion R. Williams]

((OOC: Faust has allowed me to be Chief of Security.))

The elevator door opened, a rather tall man, yet lean in stature, walked from the elevator. He was wearing a prefectly clean, white suit with a navy blue shirt and black tie underneath. His hair was loosely hanging around his face, the color being almost the same shade as his suit.

Bastion had seen the ad for the club, and had decided to ask Faust about coming on as an Enforcer. However, he had never expected to be promoted to Chief of Security. He barely knew the man, except from school, and was happy to be able to do something he had never done in mass amount before.

Bastion approached the large owner, standing nearly a foot underneath of him, but was a little bit wider than him. He stood behind him and to his side, so that his new boss could see him in the reflection of the glass. He then spoke to the owner, his British accent easily discernable.

"Thank you, Faust, for allowin me on. Now... is there anythin you need for me to address as of right now, or should I be on me way?"

Bastion kept a professional appearnace and tone in his voice. He awaited the owner's reply, or advice.

However, the one thign that he was wondering about was... the guards... they were obviously not hired from the streets, or even at job fairs. They seemed to all be from one place... a mob of some sort? But that didn't really matter to Bastion right now. Since they seemed to be guards, it would probably mean he was head over them... he hoped. It would be bad if he couldn't get those guards to comply with him... even though he probably could take out more than a few of them. He didn't want this to resort to that though...

[anjafurey]

Anja would arrive at the club, holding the letter within her hand. She appeared more untamed than she had earlier for she had rushed from her apartment after school to the club. Her hair was wind blown and her shirt slightly wrinkled from the sudden rush of having to slip it back on as she read the mail. With a wave of the letter to the guards, she entered the club's air conditioning. She had worked at a club similar to this when living elsewhere, in New York and was hired by the same person that hired her there. A transfer, so to speak. She didn't know exactly, other than that, of why she brought herself here other than to keep the bills to her apartment paid and to keep herself somewhat fed. And, in addition, if she did not do that, she knew that somebody would be on about her and "emancipation." And as if she needed that, especially if it meant going back to Romania, which would mean no...

Faust. What was he doing there? She was unaware of him running this club, but nevertheless, was undoubtly pleased. With a quirk of her eyebrow, she would approach Faust. And, in the corner of her eye, she could see Bastion, the anatomy teacher she had. She knew not of Bastion's purpose here, and as of right now, she did not care. As she approached her younger step-brother, her hazel eyes would come to meet his own eyes and with a small smile, she would chuckle. Much like earlier, she would hand over the paper within her hand to him, coming close to her step-brother. Surely it would remind him of this morning. Though, this time, it was purely accidental. She had absolutely no intentions of working in a place he ran. Or, at least, she assumed he ran the club. But, nevertheless, she would stay, whether he liked it or not. It was better than any other place or organization as it involved what she normally did: Taunting, tormenting, and torturing others. This time, however, through different means. Unlike other dancers, who might allow somebody to touch them, one finger to grace the soft flesh that was Anja's would mean a finger no more and possibly a nonexistant arm. Run-of-the-mill perverts who have a fascination with the twenty five year old Romanian woman meant nothing, therefore were nothing. Besides, she knew who would give her the greatest satisfaction in doing what she did best, Faust being the first. She had yet to find anybody who could compare.

"Back room for the dancers is...? I need to change." She would inquire to him, looking around at the club. She was not about to dance in the skirt, black heels and black halter top that she wore. It was snazzy. Snazzier, to say the least, than the one she had danced at previously. The silver stud of her tongue piercing could be seen between her lips before the cool metal was withdrawn to caress the roof of her mouth. Her hand would pull away and then run through her hair, a move she made to keep self-control over herself in Faust's presence in front of others.

((Dancer, at Faust's request.))

[Fau$t]

"No, Mister Williams. Though, I'd like for you to monitor the basement. Seeing as it's opening night, I'd be disappointed to have a brawl break out because someone decided to act out in the wrong club. But just... Keep your eyes peeled. I wouldn't want any accidents going on, especially on my watch."

His voice was quiet, though his tone was loud enough for Mister Williams to establish what was heard. Without making any other movement, Faust merely looked at the two men by his sides, nodding to them. This was a motion for them to follow Williams and act as his eyes and ears from now on. They would be everything to him as they were to Faust. With solid, almost blocky steps... The two men would turn around and make their way to the sides of Bastion. They were capable fighters and were more than worthy to be at Bastion's sides. Although, he had never seen his Chief of Security in battle before, Faust would look forward to actually seeing him in a combat related situation. Though, Faust wasn't in the mood to pick a fight with a random stranger, he decided to keep to his star-gazing for the night and possibly go down for a drink at the bar later. It was actually a clear night, no clouds or anything along the substance. Just dark sky, with the small specks of light carved into the darkened canvas. The moon was nothing but a scream. A scream of absolute light in the beautiful darkness. He actually had a thought of enjoying tonight, soaking up all that was tonight's benefits. This place, everything... It was all his. It was a pretty, little thought. He liked it. Then there was nothing that could ruin tonight's festivities, atleast he thought. Until he heard the elevator clang open once more, light steps heard in the distance. Closing in on him. Oh, for fuck's sake. Scratch that. There definetly was something here that could ruin everything he had planned tonight. That one little girl that had the power to ruin it all.

ROCK ME, AMADEUS!

((OoC: Seeing as I'm on the third floor, I'm going to assume Anja is also on the third floor. Sorry if it didn't make sense before.))

"There's... a place to your right. The bathroom is down the hallway. I don't even think I want to know how you landed a job here without me knowing about it. Though, you'll be downstairs in the basement. I'm sure you can find your way down there, yourself."

He did not move. After his statement, he just kept silent. His gaze kept outside the wall of glass, his barrier from the world. If only it could stay that way, locked within his paradise, away from anything that would cause him harm. Though, there was still that girl to cause him that damage. In HIS paradise, his sanctuary. The nerve of Anja was absolutely remarkable. Though, he just didn't care anymore. He lacked the passion, the motivation to do anything productive or cause him to feel anything at all. This apathy was absolutely atrocious and caused him nothing but internal suffering. This conflict of interest was totally disgusting and held nothing but malice towards his cause. But what was that, really? Malice was what he was. Everything from the way he lived his life to the way he socialized. Malice was key. Shaking his head, he continued to gaze into the night-sky. Ignoring everything that deserved to be ignored, everything that didn't deserve to be acknowledged. Right now. All that existed was the glass and the night-sky. The beauty of the night's canvas. That's all that mattered currently and Faust was alright with that. He was fine with being apart of that barrier against existence, the limbo between all that meant something and those who were merely neutral.

[Bastion R. Williams]

After the guards positioned themselves on either side of Bastion, he turned to leave, and was halfway to the elevator as he saw the doors open, and a young lady step out. He gave her a curt nod as she approached, recognizing her as one of his students from school.

Odd... what is she doing here?

He watched as the young lady approached Faust, his seldom seen good mood suddenly disappearing into nothing. As Faust directed her to the proper place, and she went to get changed, Bastion left the guards where they were and decided to approach Faust again.

"Faust, Sir... should I be keepin my on that young lady? She seemed to strike a chord with you... Or should I keep to meself and be on my way?"

Bastion knew he was probably playing with the Owner's last nerve, but he did want to make sure he was okay, even though that lady seemed to cause something in Faust... He also did not want to cause the ire of the owner. Bastion knew, from stories around school, that this man was one of fearsome power.

[anjafurey]

((Err...Sorry, haha. I don't know what I was thinking when I posted that.))

Anja would shrug, not really caring either. Although she was obsessed with her step-brother, she knew how to exhibit self-control over herself as to keep herself cool, especially in his presence. She was no impulsive person. However, her gaze would remain on his eyes as he responded to her being there. She found this situation oddly humorous. She had landed at Faust's club merely by accident. She had absolutely no intentions of getting a job here if it weren't offered to her. She, however, had a rather nice body, and, in addition to that, had experience in dancing in clubs, thus in the end, it was not all that suprising that she had been given a job here.

"I assure you, it will make perfect sense if you read the letter." She would smile to him. By all means, for somebody who did not know her, it would appear a very nice, sweet smile. A smile that wasn't common on Anja's face. As she left, she pulled her hair back from her shoulders and switched her bag further down into her right hand. Her hand pushed the door to the bathroom open and as she entered her own stall, she would begin to undress, garment by garment with the exception of her halter top. In substition of the skirt she wore, she wore standard pants that were low-cut. An inch from her hips to the hem of her shirt revealed skin and part of a tattoo in the back. Over the bottom of a pants, she slipped on knee high boots with silver eyelets which the laces were tied through. The boots resembled hiking boots, having no heel and thick soles. Once done, she exited the bathroom entirely. The bag was now filled with the clothes she had worn earlier upon entrance of the club.

Finding her way to the basement was easy, and knowing where she would dance until she was able to leave was even easier. Her feet would slowly carry Anja on the way to her platform that over looked the crowd. Most would be eye level with her feet. Her bag was behind the platform, out of sight and out of reach of the club goers. As she listened for a moment to the music, that's when she began dancing, appearing as a silhouette, but nevertheless, distinguishable. The dark contrast of the atmosphere around her caused by lighting accented the curves of her female anatomy as she moved to the music, as if her body and the music had combined.

[Aureus]

The Pipeline, eh? Seems pretty interesting. Maybe we should check it out? Seems like a fun time. Meh, I just finished my book so you can go if you want. Right on! The schizo thought from a small green armchair in his room. He had been reading Ender's Game for the fourth time, and had just finished before taking a look at the local paper.

One moment sitting in the chair was a grim looking brown haired boy, and the next was a lively looking redhead. The teen threw the paperback onto his bed and pulled a few items from his dresser drawers. A silver pair of sunglasses he 'acquired' from the wanna be Apollo, and a pair of gloves that just happened to produce fire. They had been a gift from the silent boy Levi fought. Why he decided to give him the gloves was beyond the Freshmen, but he wasn't complaining. Last he had heard, Jake was gone. After that Levi picked up a bottle of cologne and squirted a small amount on his neck. Walking over to his bed, the student pulled his sneakers out from under it and laced them up. A few moments later he was in the living room and heading out the door.

"Going out, Levi?" Ashely asked from the kitchen. "Yup, a new club opened up in town. Thought I'd check it out. The redhead replied. "Be careful this time. I don't want to have to come pick up my wounded son. You're lucky that Chi girl was around. The middle aged woman said with a chuckle. "That was Aureus, and unlike him, I'm careful. Not to mention, I have these." He said before extending his right arm and igniting the glove with a snap of his fingers. There was nothing better than being able to produce fire at will. Lighters were so overrated. "In that case, don't go looking for trouble. Ashley warned. "Trouble isn't on my list for tonight, Fun is." With that, Levi headed out the door.

A half hour later the schizo stood in front of 'The Pipeline'. He had gotten to the club on his trusty skateboard, but figured it wouldn't be aloud in. With that in mind, he ran behind the place and slid the board underneath a dumpster. Once that was finished, he made his way back to the front and sat in line. Patience wasn't one of his virtues, but he wanted to get in. After another twenty minutes, he had finally reached the front of the line. When prompted, he produced his ID and made his way inside.

Normally, walking into a club with sunglasses on wouldn't be the best idea. Luckily, these were the type that lens' changed with the lighting. Why did he wear them? Simple, his vision was perfect already, but with them on it seemed he could see things even better. How that was possible he wasn't sure, but why complain? A brief look around and Levi was basically familiar with his surroundings. Apparently there were three floors open to the public. This, the ground floor, was a lounge type area. Below it was a dance area, and beneath it was a bar that he sadly wouldn't have access too.

His objective being fun, the redhead began looking for some female company. It proved to be a bit difficult as the club was basically packed. However, after a few minutes he found what he was looking for. A group of young ladies chatting and enjoying themselves. Casually approaching the group, Levi decided to start up a conversation. As a rule, he only associated with girls of intelligence and had a test for weeding out the airheads. "Good afternoon ladies, my friend Tom and I were just arguing about something. He says alot of the girls in this place are idiots, I disagreed. I bet him 5 dollars at least two of you could say something intelligent. The teen said, hoping for the best. "Never fuck your teacher," said one. No dice... "Always carry birth control," Laughed another girl. *sigh* I hit the slut goldmine. "Guess I owe him five dollars..." The boy said in disappointment before walking off. This place had to be more fun that...right? Slightly put off for the moment, Levi made his way to an empty table and sat down.

[Fau$t]

He wouldn't read her letter. He merely sighed and continued to gaze out towards the city and the moonlit night-sky. Faust. Commander and Chief. The title was bitter-sweet, but it was hard for him to really savor the taste of it at all. This apathy was a terrible curse and something he would have to bear with, if it meant actually finding a way to actually entertain himself. There was something missing. The great, endless void lodged in his being left so that he would have to sort with the beautiful mess for what seemed like all of eternity. He would not take his gaze off the city-scape, an urge to play his old game. The people below him. Ants. Though, these ants seemed to have purpose whereas Faust was left with this emotionless nothing. He liked making up stories for these ants. Like that one, right there. Walking by, middle-age man, rugged exterior. His name was Bobby O'Malley and worked at the pier downtown. Bobby has a child. A little boy, Joey. When Bobby comes back from his nightly escapades, his wife is passed out on the couch, little Joey positioned right in front of the door for Bobby to "embrace." Though these periods of embrace were not kind ones, it was the only way Bobby knew how to 'express' his feelings for the small boy. Joey, his jewel, his curse. Bobby worked on a fixed income, had to support a kid and an unfaithful wife. He was living the American dream. Poor Bobby. He would continue down the block, head hung low, disappearing into the night. What dream was Faust living? Rather yet, would nightmare was he currently experiencing? Life was just another cruel experience. Years of torment, but death would be eternity. An eternity to rest. It sounded good. Like a vacation plan provided by Orbitz.com!!

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"...fuck."

Wait. His eyes would shift. Peering over his shoulder. Bastion. He was still here. He would say something concerning Anja. Faust would merely sigh once more and speak up to his new employee, Chief of Security.

"No. Be on your way. Just make sure the party doesn't get too out-of-hand. Make sure our girls are extra safe too."

Faust would turn his gaze back out the window, acknowledging the fact that Bastion was definitely reliable. He was a reliable man with good morales from what he could tell. Better to have someone like him keeping this place in check. His thoughts would fly within seconds. Something that his seventh grade teacher asked him. Jesus. That was awhile ago. 'Where are you going to be in the next ten/fifteen years?' Wow. What a question to ask now. His reply would be something along the lines of him dying within that span of time. And, in a sense, he had died. Faust has died more than he count. Staying that way was the problem. Now look at him. A condemned teacher, convicted (mass)murderer, asylum alumnus, nightclub owner and manager, and street-fighter extrondinaire. And still, there was something missing throughout the entire thing. Still, there was this void and hole missing an oh-so special something.

Twitch.

Then, unbearable rage. His body coursing with wanton hatred, breathing becoming erratic, close to hyper-ventilation. This energy, this hatred, the fire within his being was burning with violent and undistinguishable malice. His right arm would twitch, his nervous-system in a complete wreck. A sharp, fluid movement. His hand would slice through the cold air, knuckles biting concrete. There was no pain, merely the release of whatever had it's hold on Faust. It was still there, running through his veins. Black blood. An explosion. That was the sound as his fist met the solid matter, the compression of his fist beating up against the concrete, sparking up a decent-sized crater. There was no doubt in his mind that guests almost two floors down heard that amazing sound. The ring of true strength, power produced by violent rage. He just fucked beat in his new wall. He could see it, the release of his Qi. Streams blue and gold running up his arm, nothing more than pressure. He needed to feed. His arm would twitch again. All those people down in the club, fit for the picking. A twisted smirk would scroll up his face, thinking of the magnificent slaughter that would ensue. He was the dominant gene. But he had to establish control. Faust just couldn't start a mass-killing spree just because he could.

Yes, he can. No, he can't. Yes, he can. No, he can't. YES, HE CAN! NO, HE CAN'T! YES! NO! YES! No.

Control. Absolute control.

[chihiro]

((ooc: Alright, I don't know where anyone is and I'm too lazy to read it so I'm just going to post. Hurrah!))

Dressed in a denim micromini with black leggings and a tight pink tank with netty sleeves, Chi pushes open the door to the club and enters. The Pipeline, she'd never been before, but everyone once in a while she liked a good party, so she thought she'd check it out. Chocolate brown eyes were ringed in pink and blue eyeshadow, giving her a dramatic and almost temptress kind of look as she made her way through the growing crowd, flashing the occasional smile and winking.

She made her way to the dance floor, as it was the best place to meet people, and possibly even a cute guy who'd offer to buy her a drink.

[Bastion R. Williams]

Bastion nodded to Faust as he turned to leave, even though he knew Faust could probably only see him in the glass, if he was looking. Bastion walked from the office to the elevator, accompanied by the two guards on either side of him. He entered the elevator with the guards, and they proceeded to the basement, the dance floor. He exited the elevator and walked out, nodding to the guards to spread out and watch over activities in the area. Bastion walked to the main dance floor, or at least as close as he dared, and looked out among the dancers... Mostly eighteen year-olds, maybe some twenty-somethings... Sad. No wonder teen pregnancy was on the rise... everyone was obsessed with getting laid.

Bastion walked around the dance floor to the sitting area. He made note of some people there that seemed questionable, and made sure to try to keep an eye on them from time to time. Bastion walked over to the DJ's station, where the most deaf people danced. Bastion made sure to use his Qi to invisibly cover his ears with a flap of skin, deadening the sound of the thumping music slightly. Bastion found he could get a good look over most of the area from there, but was appaled at the amount of young women, who had been hitting on the DJ, who were now approaching him. He sighed as he held up his simple defense against such women... a simple ring on his ring finger. Most women immediately scattered at that sight, as did the women who had been approaching him... Bastion sighed again as he made his way over to the DJ, greeting him as Bastion moved closer, eventually stopping righ by the booth.

[Aureus]

Tired of sitting around alone, the redhead rose from his seat and casually walked across the room and down to the floor below. He was just in the dancing kind of mood. As he entered the room, Levi's eyes attempted to adjust to the strobe lighting. It was a bit hard, though he wasn't uncomfortable. The blaring music attacked his ears, but they too adjusted to the environment soon enough. The dance floor was less crowded than the lounge, surprisingly enough, and Levi looked around for a hotty to dance with. Because there wouldn't be much discussion, his standards became more lax. He needed a good dancer, not a conversationalist.

After a few minutes of dancing his way through the pool of bodies, the schizo found what he was looking for. She was a little short, but her looks and skillful movements made up for that. Now, black strobe lights can do funny things to a person's appearance, especially when you add wild makeup. This being the case, Levi didn't recognize Chi, and Aureus wouldn't have even if he was paying attention. But no, he was mulling over other things. "How's it goin', beautiful?" He asked in his suave voice after leaning in a bit closer so she could hear him over the music.

[chihiro]

"How's it goin', beautiful?"

The dark haired girl started at a voice in her ear, chocolate eyes landing on a boy she hadn't noticed when she'd first gone onto the dancefloor. There was something oddly familiar about him, but he was a red-head, and she didn't know any red headed boys. She gave him the quick once over, decided that he looked relatively attractive, and flashed him a smile.

"Heyy...hmm, not too bad, just scopin' out the potentials, you know.."

She winked one of her wildy made up eyes at him, smirking in a mischievously flirtacious way. Not too shabby.. She thought to herself, barely 20 minutes and I'm already getting compliments.

[Aureus]

"On the prowl, eh?" He asked while looking her up and down; the rapidly flashing lights making her and the room look like something out of a LSD trip. Not that that was bad, it was just very...different. Glowing lights, pulsing lights, black lights, the club had them all, and they combined in a swirling vortex of light that could make you dizzy. It did, however, give off a heightened feeling of sensuality. The crowd seemed to take on a life of it's own, moving and swaying together in time with the music like a colony of insects to the thoughts of their queen. OK, maybe that was pushing it, but it was sure as hell trippy.

"See anything you like yet?" The boy asked while trying to keep up with the music's fast tempo.

[chihiro]

The music was really good tonight, fast and intense, the crowd seemed to be having a good time. Which of course is the most important thing at a club, if the crowd wasn't enjoying themselves, then there was something wrong. Chi smirked at the red haired boy, running a hand through her long raven locks to brush them out of her face. She put on a innocently thoughtful look at his question.

"Maybe.."

She replied, looking him over again while they danced. Not half bad, she thought. She got that feeling that he seemed familiar, but of course that was ridiculous, so she pushed the thought away.

"What about you? A guy like you must have girls craving your attention by the dozens."

[Aureus]

It was cute how she tried to act innocent and unknowing; already Levi could tell she was playful. He couldn't help but laugh at her last comment. Was he really that obvious, or was she just being a smart ass? Though the way he initiated the conversation was probably a dead give away. "Well of course, but I guess I'm just picky when it comes to the girls I flirt with." The red head said with his trademark sly smile.