He chuckled good naturedly at her enthusiasm, leaving alone the comment of his being her first. It was just too easy. "I am Asian. Vietnamese, in fact. Though I'm from LA. My mom and dad, though, they came over from Saigon just after it fell in the 1970's. Do you like Chinese food?"

"Vietnamese. How worldly!" Poor, poor Dylan. "I think I like it. I j'es had it the once. It's real different from my mama's cookin'. I ain't real sure 'bout that whole rice thing though, I'm kinda a potato girl. Ya reckon I could g'it me some sesame chicken with some potatoes?"

"Tell you what, Dylan. You come visit my restaurant and I'll see if we can get you sesame chicken with potatoes." He caught sight of Sifu David just coming in and waved him over.

"Oh, yer the best!" She bit down on her lip to keep that crazy big smile in check. "An ya will teach me ta use chopsticks too' I wanna eat it with those."

"Absolutely," he said to Dylan. "Do you know how to hold a pencil?" He stood up for a moment and went around to the other side of the bar to hunt up some pencils or something like that so he could show her.

"Well of 'course I know how ta' hold a pencil. Believe it'er not, j'es 'cause I'm from the south, don't mean I'm illiterate. Tha's j'es a mean lie people say 'bout us 'cause....well I dun quite know why they say that." Pressing her lips together, she watched him get up and move, maybe a little too closely. Oh but wait. Gasp! "Another Asian!" This is like my lucky night!"

David made his way across the room and up to the bar where Chien sat, chatting up a girl. This did not surprise him in the least. Chien nodded to Dylan and then to David. "Sifu David, this is Dylan. Dylan, this is my teacher, David." Then he found a pair of pencils and then came around to the other side and gave her an apologetic look. "I didn't mean to imply that you're dumb. I just meant that someone as lovely as you should have people to do that sort of thing for her." Oh, man. Was it getting deep in here or what"

One brow rose a tiny fraction at the woman's outburst, but David had enough manners not to comment on it. Instead, he nodded to her and said, "Nice to meet you, Dylan."

"Hey there, David." She was eyeing him now too, fascinated by all the culture in Rhydin. "Yer like a sensei"!" She looked very proud of herself for knowing that word. " I saw Karate Kid." Nods to him, very seriously as she indicated the reason for knowing that word. It didn't dawn on her that the word was Japanese and Chien was Vietnamese. Looking back to Chien, she raised an eyebrow. "I should 'ave people write for me?" Head tilt. "Pretty people k'en 'ave other people do stuff like that for em?"

David nodded. "Something like that, yeah. Different country, though."

Chien smothered a smirk at David's ever-present cool and then picked up the pencils. He paused, though, at Dylan's question. "Yes," he said slowly. "Pretty people can have others do that sort of stuff for them. They're called Personal Assistants out in Hollywood." He smothered another smirk at Dylan's pinball like attention span. This girl was a firecracker!

"Hollywood"!" Those big blue eyes were practically bursting from their sockets now. "Oh. My. Gosh. I ain't never been there either, but I saw it on t.v. Did ya know they got hotels fer their dogs there"!" One topic at a time people!

"So, Dylan," he said, attempting to capture the girl's attention. He held up the two pencils. "Look." He held one of them cradled on the second knuckle of his thumb, resting in the hollow between it and his forefinger and then rested the rest of it over the first knuckle of his middle finger.

Turning back to Chien, she leaned in on her upturned hands, elbows resting on the bartop. Her eyebrows drew together as she watched him. "Lookin'. And likin.'" She beamed a smile at him and then realized she said that out loud. Her mouth formed an 'o' then and those eyebrows bounced up. "Erm."

Chien winked at her and then picked up the other pencil and laid it atop the first, gripping it between his thumb and forefinger. Then he carefully moved the top pencil up and down in a pincher. "See" Easy as pie." He held them out to her. "You try now."

Taking the pencils from him, she used her left hand to try and position the pencils in her right and dropped them after they crossed into an x. "Oh fiddle sticks." Sticks out her tongue and picks them up, trying again. "Yanno, makin' a good pie really ain't that easy. It might as well be a science." She was frowning at those pencils, trying to get them to work.

Chien carefully took her hand between both of his and made some minor adjustments. He kept hold of her a bit too long though, enjoying the touch of her skin against his calloused, rough fingers. "There. See if that's not a bit easier for you." David smirked; this boy was smooth.

"Oh. Oh!" She bit down on her lip a bit and leaned up some as she got all excited. "Lookit! Lookit!" She clicked the pencils together. "Lemme grab somethin'!" Was aiming to grab one of his fingers between the pencils now.

He caught David's smirk above Dylan's head and waggled his brows at him. Then a slightly startled "ow!" when Dylan pinched one of his fingers. "Hey, let's find you something less lethal to practice with, okay?" He reached for a bowl of sugar cubes and dumped out three or four onto the counter. "There. Have at it, sweetheart."

She caught that look. It was almost like the look Chryrie and Cassandra had given her when she unknowingly said something dirty, only the look was slightly less amused looking. "Crap. Did I say somethin' dirty?" Eyebrows raised up as she looked between the men. David had that amused expression. What had she missed now. She replayed what she said and couldn't find anything wrong with it. "Uhm. That sounds good. You'll teach me how ta do whatever kinda dancin' they do there, then?" Sipping her beer, she looked a little worried.

"Not dirty, no." Chien absolutely refused to admit that her completely innocent comment had created a rather interesting mental image for him, too. Wrasslin', indeed. "Yeah, I'll teach you whatever you'll let me, Dylan." He was clearly relishing the thought.

"Oh good. 'Cause I have a habit of sayin' things that g'it Colt, he's my cousin all riled up an' I don't even mean to. Don't even ask 'bout the balls in my mouth incident. Tha' was bad." Tsks herself. Chien choked on his beer and pounded his chest for a moment. "Wha' do girls wear ta this club' I'm guessin' flannel and jeans ain't the appropriate attire?" Definatly not a country western bar."Wha?" Looks around innocently. "Y'all alright?"

By some miracle, David managed to avoid Chien's fate, but it was a close thing indeed. He stared at Dylan for a long moment, then just took another long swallow of his beer. He was just going to leave that alone entirely. Riley would murder him in his sleep.

Chien nodded, still coughing and pounding his chest, mouth gaping like a fish out of water as he struggled to breath. Beer BURNED when it went down the wrong way. After he recovered, he took a deep breath and said in a slightly rough voice, "You wear whatever you want, sweetheart. You'll look amazing in anything, I'll bet."

David finished off the Newcastle and leaned over the bar to throw the empty bottle away. "Well," he said. "It was nice meeting you, Dylan. I need to head out. Riley's probably getting home around now." He clapped Chien on the back. "See you in class Monday." Chien winced. He'd be running suicides or something equally devilish. "Good night, Sifu," he said and gave the man a salute.

"I know tha' heimlich!" Just incase anyone needed it. "Nice ta meet ya too, David!" She waved to him and then looked back at Chien with those big eyes of hers. "Thanks fer sayin' so, 'bout lookin' amazing or whatever. I g'es I'm kinda nervous. I ain't really been on a date in a while and not at all since I've been 'ere." She was pulling on those ties of her shirt again and then her hand crawled up, twisting one of those pigtails around and around.

He smiled at that. "You were just waiting to meet me. It's kismet."

"Wha' does kismet mean' Does it 'ave somethin' ta do with us makin' out?"

"Uh." Danger Chien Phan, danger! "No. It's like Fate, you know?"

"Ya think meetin' me er....me meetin' you was fate?" She looked a little taken back and her cheeks were back to being bright pink. She couldn't look at him now. Just shaking her head, she looked down at her feet, resting on the rung of the stool.

"Yes?" he said hesitantly. "Is that a bad thing?" Her reaction was a bit confusing. He hoped he hadn't offended her or anything horrible like that. "Luck's maybe a better word than Fate."

"That's a real nice thing ta say. Maybe tha's j'es you bein' a slick city boy a'gin. Ya seem ta know the right things ta say." She was too afraid to believe someone would say something that nice to her for innocent reasons. Slipping from the barstool, she looked towards the door. "I should be goin'. Ya wanna walk fer a bit?"

"I can think of absolutely nothing I would like to do more than walk with you, Dylan." Again he managed the sentence with utmost sincerity. He slid off his stool, left payment for the three beers and offered his arm to her. "Do you live close by' I'll walk you to your door if you don't mind. Gotta keep you safe now that I found you."

"I live by the swimmin' hole near the Glen." Nodding to him that it wasn't far. She linked her arm through Chien's and was careful not to twist her ankle in those stilettos as they headed for the door.

((Taken from live play. Thanks to Dylan Daniels and David Lo for this scene!))

He nodded and let go of one of her long enough to take a drink before taking her hands again. "Yeah. I wanted to help him out, you know" It was good for both of us. There's classes at the Zen Gardens, you know. The building's super teaches it. You should check it out. I'll go with you if you want me to."

"I don't know. I ain't real sure 'bout that kinda stuff." She bit down on her bottom lip. "You sure it ain't hokey?"

He shook his head sincerely. "There's been all sorts of scientific studies done on Buddhist monks while they meditate. It changes the way your brain works and does really cool stuff for your body, too. Lowers your heartbeat and blood pressure and stress and stuff. Plus the exercise is really good for you, too."

"Buddhist?" Her eyebrows rose up. "I don't know much 'bout all that either. It's kind'a different where I'm from. But I might be willin' ta learn about some of this stuff. I like culture. Well, I like anything that's not about Thomaston, Georgia anyway. Maybe next weekend er somethin' we can see 'bout this meditation business. "

He gave her a happy smile. "What's it like there" Where you're from, I mean."

"It's a small town, everybody knows everybody and all their business. It's got its good an' its bad, I 'spose. I worked at a retro diner there, that's where I got my love of pinup fashion from. It all started there." She smiled and motioned to her dress, with its slight retro influence.

He lowered his eyes to the dress for a split second and then promptly returned his gaze to her eyes. "Well," he said, his voice strangely hoarse suddenly, finding it difficult to swallow. "Do you ever want to go back there" Or do you think you'll stay here?"

"I can't go back." She shook her head quickly. "Not for good anyway. I 'ad ta go all incognito a few weeks ago when I went ta pick up my baby, Reba."

"Incognito' You a wanted criminal or something?" He made the question light and teasing, but a very small bit inside him hoped it was true. Bad girls were just so damned hot.

"Nah. I ain't no criminal, although the way people look at me an' talk 'bout me, you'd think I was. I j'es got myself int'a bit of a scandal. I ain't always real bright and sometimes I don't think my decisions through. I was hurtin' real bad for money, wantin' ta pay my college loans off for my parents an' I tried ta make a quick buck. Some guy wandered in the Diner one day an' told me I'd be a real good fit for a photo shoot he was doin' for the troops. He said it'd be real tasteful....An' he said nobody in the states would ever see it. It was j'es for some over seas mens' magazine er somethin'. I didn't really do my homework like I shoulda, an' soon 'nough them pictures was on the internet and this kid Dave was flashin' em all 'round, even after he blackmailed me ta g'it 'im ta keep em private. He went blabbin' anyway, an' now I'm the whore of Thomaston." She shrugged and brought her beer up to her lips, taking a long drink. "So tha's my story."

His brows rose. "Were you dressed in these pictures?"

"Partially." She couldn't look at him just then.

He shook his head a little. "People in your hometown are dumb." He shrugged as if to say, 'Who cares"' He certainly didn't; this knowledge didn't change his opinion of her in the least.

"Tha's wha' my cousin says but my Pa don't agree. He ain't too happy with me. It was stupid. I don't know wha' was in my head. An' I didn't handle it all well either. " Setting her beer down, she looked around, wondering if any ears were on their conversation; this topic was one she didn't exactly want getting around, even though several people already were aware of it, thanks to the twins.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. I ain't got much else ta hide."

"Why does it bother you so much' Is it getting caught or betrayed by that guy or losing your father's good opinion of you?"

"Kinda everything" I mean, I got a real big family an' I feel like I let everyone down. An' then I did somethin' real stupid ta try and buy Dave's silence an' I ain't real proud of tha'. He's a real jerk, but I'm an even bigger idiot fer thinkin' I could trust a guy like 'im."

He nodded, his face thoughtful for a moment. "Well, here's what I think. It's not like you made a porno or anything like that, right' I don't see anything wrong with showing a little skin. It was tasteful, right' Not sleazy?"

She squinted one eye closed and peered at him with the other eye while her lips pinched together. She was thinking here! "Younger than me." Those puckered lips of hers were wiggled side to side as she thought. "Twenty...two?"

"Close," he said. "Twenty-one." His brows rose. "Younger than you? I know I'm not supposed to ask, but how old are you?"

"Twenty-one?" She sucked in a breath through her teeth. "Yikes." Her nose wrinkled up and she bit back a grin. "Make me feel old, why don'tcha?" She took that third shot before answering him. "Twenty-four." She sounded scared to admit it.

He snickered. "Old lady," he said with a teasing grin. Glancing down at his watch, he noticed that it was beyond late; it was even well past very late now. "I think we missed going to the club. It closed half an hour ago, I think."

"Well, dang." Her eyebrows furrowed together. "I'm all loose now. How 'bout we go back ta my place an' I'll find somethin' on the radio an' you k'en show me some moves fer ....next time?" The last bit was kind of said in a hushed tone, not wanting to assume anything.

Man oh man! Was he ever torn! He tilted his head to the side and carefully studied her as if trying to gauge her level of inebriation. "Well," he said slowly, finally deciding that she didn't seem too far gone. "Yeah, that sounds like fun. But you'll have to keep your hands to yourself. I'll not have you pawing at me." He grinned teasingly at her before standing and reaching down for her hand.

Standing up, she let him take her hand to help keep her balanced. Between the shots and those killer shoes of hers, she'd need a helping hand. "I'll be on my best behavior. Mostly." Biting down on her bottom lip to keep that ear-to-ear smile in check, she nodded towards the door. "You lead the way."

He carefully tucked her hand through his arm and led her just as carefully towards the door. "You know," he said casually, "you could take those shoes off and maybe not break your ankle on the walk home. I won't tell anyone."

"But I might stub my toe or g'it a splinter. You could j'es give me a piggy back ride. I won't tell no one." Countered at him.

"All right. Hop on." He stopped and turned his back to her. Never mind about the dress...

"I'll wait until we g'it outside. I ain't that drunk yet, don't want ta be puttin' on no show fer all these fine folks." Swatted at him to keep moving.

He pushed open the door and held it for her. "Oh, but a show for me is just fine? I like that." He grinned at her.

"I'm picky, wha' can I say' 'Sides, you've earned it." And she slipped outside.

((Taken from live play. Thanks to Dylan Daniels for the scene!))

He went still, forced his attention away from certain parts of her anatomy which were in close proximity to certain parts of his anatomy in a very distracting way." "So, yeah." You, uh, you want it to burn a little like that.?" He released her and then stepped away from her, moving to stand next to her once again, working on their legs now.

"Alright, so if it's burnin' real good, then I'm doin' right?" It was said more as a statement than an actual question. Watching him do the next stretch, she did her best to follow along. "You do this a lot, hm' I k'en tell. Yer movements are real fluid. Natural'n all."

He nodded his agreement with her not-question; if it burned in a good way, then she was doing it right." "I do this every day for a couple of hours a day." More on nights when I have class with Sifu David." Okay." You ready?"

"Hours?" She made a face at him that showed there was no way in hell she'd be doing this for hours. "I guess I'm ready. Lemme punch somethin'!"

He laughed and then stood in front of her again." "You want to stand with your legs at shoulder width and don't lock your knees." Very important to learn this first." This is your basic stance and from this come every thing else.?" He demonstrated for her.

"Don't lock the knees. Got it." She mocked his stance and kept her knees bent a little, she looked a little slouchy. "I reckon yer posture looks a bit better than mine." She could feel she wasn't doing it quite right, but she was trying. "How do ya get all relaxed" You look some peaceful and comfortable." She twitched a little as she said that and shook out her arm.

"Meditation," he said with a quick grin." "Also, I've been doing this since I was eight years old.?" He went over to her, put his hands gently on her shoulders, made minute adjustments to her back and legs, his hands sure and warm on her." "Remember to take deep breaths while you do this." Breathing is key." Inhale for count of three, exhale for count of three.?" As he got more into his instruction, his accent came out even more, though he was still easily understood.

"Meditation. Right. I'm not real good at anything that involves bein' quiet or focused." She let him make his adjustments, enjoying the small amounts of contact. "Alright, so no locking my knees and I gotta breathe." Her fingers flicked out as she counted the threes. "Say something to me in yer language. I like the way yer voice sounds when ya do."

He paused for a moment, his hands lingering on her upper arms." "Bạn l" một c" g"i rất xinh đẹp v" t"i rất vui v" bạn đ" đồng " để l"m điều n"y với t"i h"m nay.?" He chuckled softly and then moved around to stand in front of her again, taking one of her hands and placing it on her abdomen, right above her navel." "When you breathe, move your belly out." Breathe from your center."

The smile that spread from ear to ear couldn't be helped as he spoke. She was still grinning when he moved back around to face her. "That was awesome." Pressing her hand to her stomach, she bit down on her lip, trying to reel in her grin. "Breathin' from my center. Got it." She took a few practice breathes, holding for the count of three, letting out for the count of three and making sure to push her belly in and out. "Wha' did ya say?"

"I said that I am very glad you agreed to meet me here today.?" Which wasn't the entire truth, but the fact that he'd also said she was very beautiful wasn't something he was prepared to admit just yet." He took a step or two back, fell into the basic stance, and breathed with her for a bit, watching to make sure she was doing correctly.

"Oh. Well, I'm glad ya asked me." Grinning, she finally hushed and practiced her breathing, watching him closely to make sure she was imitating him correctly. She seemed to have caught on to it, despite her fears of not remembering the steps. "Ya look real good all..." She waved her hand at him, swiping it up and down through the air, trying to indicate that she liked him sweaty and shirtless. Her nostrils flared a bit as she grinned and dipped her head down to hide her flushing cheeks.

He chuckled and it was more of a dirty chuckle than a truly amused one." "We'll get you all glittery and then I can return the compliment.?" He winked at her and then said, "Okay." Kicking and punching at the same time." This will teach you to have a strong core," he pointed to his torso, "as well as making your opponent have to guard against two things at once, which gives you another move to counter them." Do you see?"

"Sparkly. I sparkle." He earned himself a cheeky grin from her. "But glitter works so long as ya like it on me." Listening to him, she nodded. "This sound like it's gonna make me ache tomorrow, but ya, I see. Before we really begin, you need to understand that I have like no coordination. So no laughin' at me if I j'es fall right on my face."

"I will not laugh." I promise.?" He was very earnest and sincere." Then he took another step back, putting his right leg slightly behind him before raising it, bent at the knee, drawing it up towards his chest." Once his thigh was parallel to the floor, he extended his lower leg straight out, pointing his toe.? "Kick," he explained, donning his Captain Obvious hat for a moment.

"Shower?" She blinked as he walked away. She didn't bring anything with her to fix herself afterwards. As she walked back towards the locker room, she sniffed herself discreetly. Her deodorant was holding up. But she still didn't want him to think she was gross, so she did indeed follow through with a shower before getting dressed back into her clothes. Her face was make up free, save for some eyeliner that hadn't budged and her wet hair was piled up in a messy bun on her head when she came back out to meet him.

He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, Converse high tops on his feet." In one hand was a duffel bag and in the other, a cell phone." He was obviously texting someone and he looked up at her when she came out." He gave her a smile, one that was slightly dopey around the edges, and slid the phone into his pocket." "How do you feel?" he asked once she was even with him on the sidewalk.

"Scrubby." She tucked a wet strand of hair behind her ear as she slipped her purse up on to her shoulder. "But loose. No pain, yet." One hand was pressed flat against her stomach, rubbing lightly. "Worked up an appetite I think. Pho is food, right?"

"It's soup." Beef and noodles." They give you a bunch of vegetables and sauces to mix into the broth." You can make it as hot as you can stand it.?" He headed off towards the Garuda Thai Noodle place; even though they specialized in Thai food, they still served a killer bowl of Vietnamese pho." "You're not a vegetarian, are you?"" It was a sudden, horrifying thought he had.

"Veget....God no." She shook her head quickly, looking horrified. " Gimme a slab'a beef fer breakfast, lunch, an' supper an' I'm a happy girl. I'll try this soup thing though. Not sure I want it real hot. But I'll try it yer way. You fix it how ya like. I want it authentic as k'en be."

He chuckled and shook his head." "I like it very, very spicy.?" They reached the little restaurant, which was just big enough for five small tables, a counter, and the kitchen." As they entered, the man behind the counter greeted Chien with a wave and asked if he wanted his usual." Chien said two and then escorted Dylan to a table near the window, waiting until she seated herself before dropping down opposite her.

Getting comfortable, she sat at an angle so she could face him better and also have a view of the tiny restaurant. "I g'es my mouth is j'es gonna be burnin' then. Don't hate me if I dun like it though, alright' I'm not used ta tryin' new things."

"Don't worry." I think you will like it." It's really quite good." My mother made it all the time when I was little. It was like macaroni and cheese for Vietnamese kids.?" Soon the man behind the counter brought out two large bowls of broth which had thin slices of rare steak and rice noodles floating in it." There were also smaller bowls of lime wedges, bean sprouts, sliced jalapenos, Thai basil, sliced green onions, and some lemon grass pieces as well." Then he set down a small selection of sauces'salty Thai fish sauce, sweet hoisin, and super-spicy Sriracha.

"I wish I could be eatin' some'a my momma's cookin' right now. Good Lord, do I miss it. But this looks real good too." She pulled a bowl over to herself and then examined the smaller bowls. She sprinkled some green onion and then added in a dash of hoisin and a smaller dash of Sriracha. " You think that'll be good to start with' I'm not real sure 'bout those other things." Motioning to the bean sprouts and then the fish sauce.

He took a single chopstick full of the bean sprouts and added it to her bowl, then followed it with a chunk of lemon grass." "There," he said." "That will be perfect.?" He added a little of all the vegetables to his own bowl, a generous amount of the Sriracha and a dash or three of the hoisin." Using his chopsticks to stir it up, he winked at her." "Have you been practicing?"

She eyed the bowl as he added more to her bowl. " I don't know..." She looked creeped out. She wasn't sure she had ever eaten bean sprouts that looked like that and she had no idea what lemon grass was. Following his lead, she stirred her soup with her chopstick and then nodded. "I have been, but I'm not sure I'm ready fer soup and noodles. Can'ae 'ave a spoon?"

He nodded and called out to the guy behind the counter, who immediately brought over two large, flat-bottomed spoons and laid them down carefully on the table." Chien smiled at Dylan and added a squeeze of lime to her soup before doing the same for his." "Try it." If you don't like it, I'll get you anything else you want." They have very good chicken and cabbage spring rolls here."

"Cabbage?" She snorted. "I'm goin' out a limb tryin' this green stuff ya put in my bowl. I think this is enough veggies for one night." She really hated her vegetables. The soup was given another stir and then she picked up her spoon, to try the broth first. Seeming unsure, she took another sip. "It's kinda light, but it doesn't taste bad." Her lips smacked together a little, trying to get the full flavor. "Ya, it's decent. I'll eat it."

He grinned in triumph and then set to his own soup, eating his meat and veg with chopsticks and slurping the broth directly from the bowl." It was considered a compliment to the chef to do so; he just hoped Dylan didn't think he had poor table manners.

He sounded like he belonged around a Daniel's dinner table to her. She wasn't opposed to appreciating food. She used the spoon for the broth and then got brave and used the stix as he called them for her meat and veggies. "I don't like these." Holding up a sprout. "But everything else is tasty. I like how it's sour an' sweet an' spicy. I didn't think that all went together, but it's nice." She couldn't quite finish her whole bowl, but she had done pretty well. "Yer real good at distractin' me, in case I forgot ta tell ya."

"I want you to be happy, Dylan," he said sincerely after polishing off all of his soup and pushing the empty bowl away." "I don't like when you frown." You're too pretty to ever frown."

"I wanna be happy too. I usually am, it's j'es been a tough few weeks an' I'm still adjustin' ta things 'round 'ere." Her accent started getting a little thicker as she was beginning to feel wore out. "Thanks fer thinkin' I'm pretty though, even when I look all nasty." Motioning to herself then. "At least ya've seen me at my worst already."

"I don't think you have a worst.?" The guy brought the check and Chien snapped it up before Dylan could see it." Then he handed the guy some money, told him to keep the change, and nodded to Dylan." "Time for me to get to class." Can I walk you home or do you have somewhere else you have to be?"

"You'll see." She smiled softly to him and then shrugged. "Nah, I ain't got nowhere ta go. J'es goin' home and gonna make out with my pillow, I reckon."

He stared at her open-mouthed for a moment and then laughed with a little embarrassment, hoping she was teasing." "Well, then I'll walk you to your door." Make sure you get there safe an' all."

"Don'tcha look at me like tha'. Iffin' yer headin' ta yer class then you ain't gonna be 'round fer me ta be makin' out with. Gotta practice on somethin'." She winked at him, hinting that she was kidding as she stood and moved for the door.

He went and held it open for her, still laughing at her comment.? "I'll be done at eight," he commented all casual-like.

"Well maybe if ya stop by, I'll answer my door. You might be more interestin' than my pillow." She slipped on out of the tiny establishment, leaving him staring after her with shocked grin.

((Taken from live play. Thanks to Dylan Daniels for the scene!))