Take A Little More (closed)

[TearsoftheWorld]

Name: Amanda, aka Fay
Age: 21
Height: 5’7”
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Crimson
Measurements: 34C-23-35
Appearance: Amanda has fairly short hair, falling half an inch above her neckline. For the most part her hair is a dark black, but she has some highlights. A pair of dark, crimson eyes peer out from her fair face, which would be the image of perfection if she would only smile. Her skin has a healthy tan, and she has a “athletic” style body, despite the fact that she never works out and would rather be caught dead than to join a school organization. She speaks primarily English, but she has a working knowledge of Spanish, Japanese, and some broken Gaelic.

Amanda wears a dark violet bandana around her forehead, tying off in the back, and a few bangs of her hair hang over the fabric. A dark green army jacket is wrapped around her body, and she wears a black long sleeved shirt underneath. Her khakis match the color of her jacket, and she completes her ensemble with a pair of black steel-toed boots.

Bio: There is only one thing you need to know about Amanda: she is not afraid to die.


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The street lights finally came on just as the sun was hitting the tree line. Red clouds littered the sky as they slowly faded into a dark gray and then finally disappeared, opening up the heavens for the stars to shine. Her eyes pierced through the darkness and she found herself counting a few constellations. A gentle breeze brought her back down to Earth, and she turned around and walked down the sidewalk. A few cars buzzed past her, their headlights illuminating an otherwise dark road. A siren rang out in the distance, and Fay knew that someone was probably dead.

“It never ends.” she said to herself as she sighed, then moving to turn around the corner of a street to one of her favorite diners. The place wasn’t busy at this time of the night, but the food was still good and she would prefer to eat alone anyways. She stepped up to the door and opened it, walking into the fairly warm building and smiling at the manager.

“Konnichi wa” she said as she moved to an empty booth. She had known the owner of the establishment for quite some time, and she picked up a good deal of Japanese from him, but she wasn’t fluent.

“Can I just have a BLT?” she said after one of the waiters took her order. She placed her head on the table and sighed with exhaustion.

 

[karnelman]

Name: Roger Clark
Age: 29
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair: Once blond turning dusty brown
Eyes: Green
Appearance: Roger keeps his hair longish, some would say unkept. More often than not he wears a two or three day growth of beard. His features appear hard, but then life is hard in his neighborhood. Though usually well concealed under a jacket all who know him know he always carries a Berreta. The tee shirt he generally wears under his jacket clings to his well developed chest. Roger makes a comfortable living doing things both legal and illegal. It is a bit of shadowy existence and as of yet he has not managed to earn enough to make the leap out of the city. His world is one of kill of be killed. So far he has kept alive by staying fit and alert. His reputation says he has killed far more than he has in reality. Fact is his kill count is only three and they all tried to kill him first.

Roger emerges into the shadowy darkness of the streets from the door of the best apartment building in the neighborhood. It could be four pm or it could be four am for all one could tell from the light in the streets. The city was always dark. Pollution had long ago obscured the skies. The tall buildings finished the job of banishing daylight from the inner city. It was in fact just past sunset when he began to walk the familiar streets. He always kept a very watchful vigilance after emerging from his building. Thugs targeted the place since it was known that the residents were better off than most folks in the area and they usually had cash. Though his reputation kept most would be muggers at bay there was always the chance that some new punk might not have heard of him.

He stepped into the diner where he was to meet his latest business partner. As was his habit upon entering any room he took the measure of the joint. It pleased him that the place was nearly empty. As the owner greeted him in what to him was some foreign gibberish he notice the young woman in the back. She did not seem to be anything special but the violet bandana she wore drew his eye. There were a few other tables in use, but she was the only one there alone. After giving her order to the rather bored looking waiter her head dropped out of sight. Roger asked the owner for the booth across the aisle from her. He figured she would make a good shield if his business went sour. When he got closer he realized that she wasn’t bad to look at. He thought if she would dress like a girl instead of an urban commando she would even be sexy.

All of that really didn’t matter though. Women tended to complicate things and Roger avoided complications. This one didn’t look like a candidate for a one-nighter and she sure as hell wasn’t a working girl. Though he had allowed himself the occasional girlfriend or fuck-buddy in the past, lately he kept his sex life simple. It was either a hooker of some chick that had had a few too many at the local bar. Either way he paid. The whores wanted cash; the barflies wanted a few drinks and a warm body to sleep next to. As he sat at the booth waiting for his associate to show, he kept one eye on the room and the other on the bored looking chick to his right.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda had her head resting in her arms when she heard the bell ding, her order was finally ready and her stomach was practically growling by now. She lifted her head up as a worker came by her booth and placed the basket with her food in it right before her. She looked happily at the food and picked up half of the BLT, proceeding to eat a little bit. After wiping her mouth with a napkin she glanced up at the owner and smiled. If there was any place to get a good sandwich it was here.

Some more people came inside and sat down, and a few people finished their meal and after paying left. It wasn't too crowded, but was still fairly busy. After finishing up she leaned back and stretched her arms, then relaxed back into the cushion. Sighing to herself she let out a burp, and then giggled to herself. She glanced out the window, looking down the dark street and seeing a few cars whisk by.

"Why are people in such a rush?" she asked herself.

 

[karnelman]

His associate arrived forcing him to set aside his observation of the girl. It would not serve him well to have his attention diverted away form the man who now sat across from him. The man was important as well as dangerous. These attributes would not be obvious unless one knew who he represented. Roger needed to remain in the good graces of the man’s boss if he was to continue to prosper in certain activities. He listened to the few words the rather nondescript man had to say and then accepted the envelop. In addition to a rather large sum of money the envelop contained a name. It was the name of someone who needed to disappear from the city. Roger hoped that person could be persuaded to go on his own. However, he knew more than likely it would require the man’s death. Roger had never killed for money and he would not be this time if he had a choice.

Unfortunately, he was given little choice in the matter. He had made the mistake of getting himself indebted. Now he had to pay the price. He hoped it would be a one-time fee. When the man left, Roger returned his attention to the girl. The way she sat there, it seemed she had no where to go and no worries to attend. He wondered if there was really anyone in their god-forsaken city who really was that free. He knew he certainly wasn’t one of them if they existed. He drained his glass, stood and threw a few bills on the table. Unable to resist he nodded and smiled at the girl. He knelt to tie his shoe as an excuse to pause and see if she would speak.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda sat in her booth as she ordered a second drink, once again watching people as they moved in and about the diner. This one old couple came inside and sat down at the end of the building, ordered their food and then ate together. They seemed at ease...

"Hmmm." Amanda said to herself with a smile. Her attention was diverted as a fairly shady character got up from his seat, then promptly left. Her head followed in his direction and her crimson eyes narrowed on his form as he walked down the sidewalk and past the diner windows, out of her sight. She pulled out a small handful of bills and then stood up, just in time to see another man smile at her and then bend to tie his shoes. Amanda politely smiled back before waving at the owner of the diner and stepping out.

The air was a little colder now, but it didn't bother her. It could've been windy too, and that would've made it worse, but it was a calm night... just cold. Each breath she exhaled was noticeable, and she looked around the street. Not a single person to be seen. Quickly she walked down in the direction the shady fellow had walked, intending to follow. Hopefully this would be her last stop for the night. But she kept walking, moving onto a darker side street and stepping lightly on the sidewalk. It didn't take her too long to catch up to him, since she had grown up here she knew the side streets and "short cuts". He was standing near a crowd of men stationed outside a building, and they seemed to be talking... or rather he seemed to be talking.

Her hand reached inside her jacket pocket, and she grasped her fingers around a cold metal object, which she pulled out and held in her hand. It looked like a sharp metal knife, but was heavy at one end and had a small handle at the other with a circular hole for her finger to fit inside. The kunai was small... yet with her accuracy and strength it became a very dangerous weapon.

"Ugh... get out of the way." she whispered to herself, growling low as a man came into her view, blocking her target. "There!" she said with a smile as she retracted her arm and flung the metal object straight at its mark. It didn't take long for the blade to slice straight through the mans throat, and he was as dead as a door nail. With the satisfaction that her target had been neutralized she retreated into the darkened side streets, moving to avoid suspicion. She smiled to herself as she placed her hands in her coat pockets, walking back in the direction of the diner.

 

[karnelman]

His plan to get her engaged in conversation failed miserably. All he got was a smile before she made a quick exit while he was still bent over. Still he was enthralled with the girl and couldn’t simply let her slip away perhaps never to be seen again. He followed her out the door and watched her walk down the street. He began to trail her, staying far enough back that she would not spot him. He had tailed enough people in his day to see that her moments were not random, but at the same time not those of someone who knew where they were going. It dawned on him that she was following someone. To his surprise when they rounded a corner the man he had just met with came into view. He was standing with a group of rather rough looking men.

Roger knew the building they were standing in front of and knew why so many thugs were out front. What he couldn’t fathom was why the young woman from the diner had followed the big goon there and what she intended to do. The men both inside and outside that building were very dangerous. He hoped that the pretty girl in the urban commando outfit didn’t have anything to do with that crowd. Then to his horror he saw a flash of metal in the girls hand and the biog man who had just paid him to eliminate a rival fell to the ground. Roger could see his crimson life force spurting form his throat. He retreated into a dark doorway as the mystery woman casually walked away.

He was more intrigued than ever. Not to mention a little fearful of her. She had just cold-bloodedly killed a known associate of toughest bastard in town. Then as if she had just finished a smoke she casually strolled down the street as if the sun was shinning and the birds were singing; something that of course never happened in the city. He followed her again, a little to close this time.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda headed back in the direction of the diner, but then she thought to herself that she could probably use a drink. She kept her hands in her pockets as she walked, alone on this dark night. The man she had just killed wasn't on her good side, but then again very few people were. She reached into her inner pocket, then pulled out a lighter and cigarette. She placed the butt in her mouth and started to light it.

Total people killed from smoking: 17,341,339 today

"Ugh, fine." she said to herself as she tossed the smoke on the ground, glancing up again at the big billboard with the numbers of smokers dying per day. Taking a deep breath, the air showing visibly in the cold, she continued on her way, only stopping once.

"Is there a reason you're following me?" she called out and then turned around sideways, looking behind her.

 

[karnelman]

Damn she is good, he thought upon realizing that he had been caught.

‘There are several reasons that I am following you. Not the least of them is to check out the person that coldly eliminated my business associate without so much as shudder of regret. I have known many killers in my life and you don’t fit the bill.” He quickly replied.

Not giving her a chance to attack him he pulled the Berrata out and took a steady aim.

“Don’t get any ideas about giving me the same treatment, pretty lady. I assure you that you will be dead before your hand leaves your pocket,’ He added moving toward her.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Damn she is good, he thought upon realizing that he had been caught.

‘There are several reasons that I am following you. Not the least of them is to check out the person that coldly eliminated my business associate without so much as shudder of regret. I have known many killers in my life and you don’t fit the bill.” He quickly replied.

Not giving her a chance to attack him he pulled the Berrata out and took a steady aim.

“Don’t get any ideas about giving me the same treatment, pretty lady. I assure you that you will be dead before your hand leaves your pocket,’ He added moving toward her.

Amanda was surprised, to say the least. "Damnit... I was careless" she thought to herself. She turned fully around to face him, her eyes staring straight at him, recognizing him as the man from the diner. Her hands were in her jacket pocket, and she knew that she didn't have any blades left... just her identification, which itself was dangerous to carry around. But he at least didn't know that about her... so it was one card she could play off.

She shrugged her shoulders.

"He wasn't a good man, and you should pick better and more respectable business associates." she said and then smiled, glancing at the weapon he flashed out and aimed at her.

"Do you plan to shoot me or are you trying to scare me?"

 

[karnelman]

"Do you plan to shoot me or are you trying to scare me?"

“Neither,” He replied. “Just being cautious, pays to be careful these days I am sure you agree. Besides you are too damn good with a blade for me to be otherwise. As for who I associate with, another thing you are likely aware of is that one does not always get to chose ones associates. As for him not being a good man, I am not sure you know the half of it lady. He was no doubt a ruthless bastard that would as soon cut you as look at you. But he sure as hell wasn’t worth the trouble you may have bought yourself. In case you didn’t know his boss is probably the worst and most dangerous man in the fucking city. You not only eliminated one of Anthony the Snake Ragussie’s top men you did it right in front of the man’s place. You are either dumb as a post or way too brave for that sexy little body you are trying so hard to hide under that getup. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and give me a chance to figure out which it is?”

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

“Neither,” He replied. “Just being cautious, pays to be careful these days I am sure you agree. Besides you are too damn good with a blade for me to be otherwise. As for who I associate with, another thing you are likely aware of is that one does not always get to chose ones associates. As for him not being a good man, I am not sure you know the half of it lady. He was no doubt a ruthless bastard that would as soon cut you as look at you. But he sure as hell wasn’t worth the trouble you may have bought yourself. In case you didn’t know his boss is probably the worst and most dangerous man in the fucking city. You not only eliminated one of Anthony the Snake Ragussie’s top men you did it right in front of the man’s place. You are either dumb as a post or way too brave for that sexy little body you are trying so hard to hide under that getup. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and give me a chance to figure out which it is?”

Amanda relaxed just a little bit once she knew he had no intention of shooting her. But in the back of her mind she knew that at some point she would have to take care of him, being the only person to know that she was the one responsible for the assassination back then, and hopefully he wouldn't find out about all the other times... she had to be more careful from now on.

"I know who he was, and I know whom he works for as well. Hence I don't need to be 'reminded' of the 'danger' I'm in." she said and then took her hands out of her coat and put them into her pants pockets. "Besides, you're the first person to actually see me do anything, as those baffoons back there are clueless as always." she said with a smile, turning to walk away.

"But I will take that drink," she said as she turned sideways "as long as you put the gun away."

 

[karnelman]

He slipped the gun back inside the holster as he moved next to her.

“Good, lets head over to Sammy’s Tavern. He pours a good drink and his prices are fair, unlike most of the joints in this neighborhood,” He said casually. “Now as to me being the only one who saw what you did, I wouldn’t count on it, Ragussie has eyes all over that area. But if somehow they missed you then you have no worries. I am no friend of the snake and have little interest in seeing your pretty neck cut open. Fact is would have suited me had you taken out the goon just a bit earlier.”

When they reached the small neighborhood bar, he casually placed his hand on her back and guided inside. They took a quite booth in the back. As always Roger took the seat facing the door. He knew that there was a small chance he would be suspect in the killing. Ragussie knew that he was the last one to meet with his now dead man. But his immediate aim was to try to fins out why the pretty urban commando had taken the goon out and if he was now in danger from her. He had enough enemies and hoped he had not added a new one.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda waited for him to make a move, and she eased up a bit when he put his gun away. She hated those kinds of weapons, prefering to use more traditional items, but she recognized their power and convenience.

“Good, lets head over to Sammy’s Tavern. He pours a good drink and his prices are fair, unlike most of the joints in this neighborhood. Now as to me being the only one who saw what you did, I wouldn’t count on it, Ragussie has eyes all over that area. But if somehow they missed you then you have no worries. I am no friend of the snake and have little interest in seeing your pretty neck cut open. Fact is would have suited me had you taken out the goon just a bit earlier.”

"Fine by me." Amanda said as he walked up to her, and she kept her hands inside her pocket, turning to walk with him towards the bar. She had been there before, mostly to meet some friends and relax a bit on the weekends. She didn't seem to care much about Ragussie's peons... In any case after a fairly silent walk they had arrived at the Tavern, and she stepped inside.

Sitting down, Amanda breathed a sigh as she rested against the cushions. The atmosphere was fairly dark, not many lights on and a handful of drunkies standing near the bar, watching their sports or whatever came on the television. She decided not to say much, instead just ordering a beer for herself, and then waiting for her friend to initiate some sort of conversation.

 

[karnelman]

He watched her as he took a sip of the rich brown liquid that the bartended had poured over ice. He only drank good whisky and only with ice. He was extremely curious about the enigma that sat across the table from him. She had proven herself to be a cold-blooded killer. But she looked more like a waif. She was clearly pretty, perhaps even beautiful, yet she hid her attributes under clothing more befitting some punk male kid wanting to be an urban street fighter. She was no punk though. She was pretty, seemingly smart, gutsy as they come, tough and deadly. He sat his glass down while still trying to figure a way to draw her out.

“You sure are a quiet one. I think you are the first female I have ever met that had so little to say. I know you are the first one that I have met that handles a blade the way you do. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are one ballsy broad, babe. By the way seems we failed to exchange names. As long as I am going to be looking over my shoulder for you from now on we may as well at least do that, mines Roger.”

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda picked up her glass, taking a few sips of the golden beverage. She glanced around the room once or twice, her eyes falling back onto the man sitting opposite of her. He didn't look like he was going to say much, instead she felt like he was just looking her over and figuring her out. Kind of creepy, she thought.

“You sure are a quiet one. I think you are the first female I have ever met that had so little to say. I know you are the first one that I have met that handles a blade the way you do. I hope you don’t mind me saying that you are one ballsy broad, babe. By the way seems we failed to exchange names. As long as I am going to be looking over my shoulder for you from now on we may as well at least do that, mines Roger.”

Ok so maybe he does have something to say.

"Heh," she said with a smile, "I'm not really a quiet one, I just figured that you had more questions about me than I do about you, that's all. And yes, I do have some skill with blades, mostly because I don't usually like to use firearms, it's not my style, ya know? Guns and stuff just don't do it for me." she added taking another drink.

"And my names Amanda, but you can call me Fay if you want. Most of friends called me that." she added, relaxing in her seat.

"And don't worry about me, I won't be killing you anytime soon." she added with a grin, and with the tone of her voice it was obviously a joke.

 

[karnelman]

He knew that she was trying to be funny with the killing comment, but that was a subject he was always very serious about. He also was becoming increasingly interested in the girl with the unusual sparkling eyes who sat across form him. She was a puzzle that he had a feeling would be fun to solve.

“Nice to know you, Fay and even nicer that you think I could be a friend. If you don’t mind I am going to go ahead and take that thing about you not killing me as a promise between friends,” He said with a genuine smile.

He liked the girl. She was different from any woman he could remember. He was pretty sure she wouldn’t be the type to just lie on the bed while he fucked her. He really liked that thought; a woman with some life in her.

“Now as far as those questions, I do have a few. Can’t imagine you don’t have as many about me, but I will start. I guess the most burning question I have is why such a pretty young woman is hiding her sexy body under clothes that belong on some grunt in the jungle?”

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Ok, so that joke went over well. Amanda thought to herself. Maybe he doesn't have a sense of humor... she took another sip of her drink, placing the half empty glass on the coaster. A few people came barging into the place, but they soon settled down at the bar, and Amanda relaxed a little.

“Nice to know you, Fay and even nicer that you think I could be a friend. If you don’t mind I am going to go ahead and take that thing about you not killing me as a promise between friends,”

"Well I tend to think of everyone as my friend at first, and then go from there." she said with a smile. Roger seemed a little more relaxed now, taking a few from his own drink... whisky probably. She didn't real drink that kind of alcohol... in fact she didn't really like to drink much at all.

“Now as far as those questions, I do have a few. Can’t imagine you don’t have as many about me, but I will start. I guess the most burning question I have is why such a pretty young woman is hiding her sexy body under clothes that belong on some grunt in the jungle?”

Amanda's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, tugging at her army style jacket... but she just smiled, even laughing a little.

"Aww I like these clothes, they're comfy. Besides, can't very well go out and about wearing a dress, now can I?"

 

[karnelman]

“I guess comfortable is good, but sometimes you might find using your assets to be an advantage. Personally I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a dress. Come to think of it I wouldn’t mind seeing you out..er.shit forget that,” He stuttered as he tried to pull his foot from his mouth. “Anyway, you are pretty and you are clearly a tough number. I like the combination and I am beginning to like you too. I hope we will be friends and you can keep that little promise,” He quickly added with a grin recovering from his little slip.

“Now for the big question, how is it you ended up killing one of Ragussie's goons?”

He watched carefully for her reaction to his question. He knew it wasn’t his business and in truth he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer. But he did want to get to know her and what she was about. Besides his attraction to her he was thin king that she might make one hell of a partner. But that couldn’t happen unless he was sure of her motives.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"My assets huh? I'm not a tramp, you know." she said with a slight hint of annoyance, her fingers tapping against her glass. Just another male with his mind in the gutter, why can't I ever meet someone who doesn't look at me as another toy to play with?

"I'll try my best to keep my end of the bargain. But around here there aren't any assurances for such things. And he... well I'm not sure if this is the place to talk about that sort of thing." Amanda said but her eyes wandered, and since it was fairly safe to converse on the subject she figure she could at least divulge some information.

"Anyways, it's mostly personal business, you know?" she said taking a drink. After setting it down she exhaled. "He and his friends just picked the wrong place and the wrong girl to mess with, so I dealt with them." she said as she put her hands in her coat pocket, relaxing into the seat, sounding almost a little emotional with that last bit.

 

[karnelman]

He shook his head a bit at the tramp comment. He had not meant to imply anything like that and he felt a little embarrassed that she had misunderstood his intentions. When her voice cracked slightly at the end of her explanation he thought that he had perhaps touched a nerve. If the goon had hurt Amanda in anyway then he was glad the fucker was dead.

“Hey don’t take my poorly chosen words wrong. You being a tramp is the last thing I would think and I didn’t mean to suggest otherwise. I just know that if I was you and I was gunning for a big ape like that I would use whatever I had. You see idiots like those guys are so full of themselves if you trotted by in a sexy outfit they would be so busy wagging their tongues that you could the lot of them out before they noticed what was happening. Anyway I am sure the big goon deserved what eh got. Him and that whole bunch are little more than boil on this city’s ass. But then you don’t run into too many good people around here these days. I got lucky when I happened onto you,” He said trying to fix the misimpression.

Suddenly there was an uncomfortable loll in the conversation. To fill space, he signaled the bar tender for refills. Fresh drinks were brought over quickly. Roger was a regular and always got great service.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda had only finished about two-thirds of her beer as Roger ordered another round. Quickly the drinks had been brought over, and she smiled. She probably wouldn't drink it, but it would be rude to do otherwise.

"Well while I'm pretty good in my own right at close combat I'd prefer to kill him from a distance and where nobody would see me do it. So far only one person has actually witnessed me do anything, and as of right now he's treating me to a few drinks." she said as she picked up her glass and drank a little.

"And yes, he did deserve what he got." she said again. "I mean I'd have taken out the whole lot if I had time and resources, but I only had one blade left." she said and then smiled as she relaxed in her seat again.

"And how do you know that I'm a good girl? I could just be working for a rivaling faction and not out on my own personal vendetta." she asked him, proving a point but slightly teasing him.

 

[karnelman]

Her question made him pause. He truly had no idea what kind of a girl she might be. All he had witnessed was a cold-blooded killing. She might well be nothing more than a hired murderer. If so he thought perhaps the two of them might not be so different. He had a packet of money in his jacket that was payment for getting rid of someone for whom he no reason to care. Though he was not in general a hired gun, he had killed and he would have to kill the target if the fool wouldn’t listen to reason. On the other hand he had known a lot of paid killers, even a couple of females, but none had ever been anything like the young woman he was sharing a drink with at the moment.

“Well that is a tough question, Amanda. You might well be a murdering little bitch working for some cross-town gang boss. But I have a good record of reading people and you simply strike me more as a lone avenger than a team contract player. Besides, maybe I would prefer that you weren’t exactly a good girl,” He said with a bit of a wicked grin.

He had decided that he would definitely like to get her out of her fatigues and into his sheets. She was pretty, sexy and he liked her. The fact that she was probably dangerous made the idea of making love to her even more exciting. He had learned that those that don’t take chances in life, seldom get much of anything.

“So what do you do for fun, when you aren’t sneaking around in the dark eliminating undesirables?” He asked hoping she might suggest the next move.

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

Amanda winced when he had cursed, but she smiled when he had 'decided' what kind of person she was, and that smile turned into a smirk when he said that he would like her better if she was naughty.

"Well, maybe I'm naughty and maybe I'm nice. Could be both too, ya know." she said as she took a drink from her glass.

"Fun? Hmmm haven't had too much fun in a while." she said and then thought for a moment or two. "I dunno I used to go out and party all the time, hang out with my friends, take long walks on the beach. That sorta thing, but my friends are gone now, so..." she trailed off, staring at her glass, her eyes narrowing on the golden liquid that filled the container.

After a second of just zoning out she smiled.

 

[karnelman]

“Both is good,” Commented softly as she sipped her drink.

When she smiled at him he made a decision.

“You know what I think? I think a pretty girl deserves to have some fun and I damn well know I need some. I can’t bring your friends back and from the way you are nursing that beer I don’t think you are much of a partier anymore. But I have an idea. It seems you and I might be about the best friends we got right now and I know where there is a beach. If we are lucky we might even get a peek at the full moon through the haze. What do you say, wanna take a walk in the sand with me?”

 

[TearsoftheWorld]

"Well I do like to have fun, it's just that there isn't much to do around here anymore. All the places that used to be zones for partying and having a good time have either been blown up, run out of business, blown up again, etc." Amanda said with a shrug, her finger running along the side of her glass.

"Thank you for the offer," Amanda said with a polite smile, "but I really think I should be heading home, it's getting kinda late." she finished, and while she was a little tired and it was getting really late her statement was more a defense that she had against going off with strangers, even though Roger wasn't exactly a stranger anymore. She toyed with her empty glass, trying to avoid eye contact. She didn't know if she should go or not, although walking on a beach did sound tempting.