Well, we met up at the Teas'n Tomes. I wasn't expecting to run into her specifically, well, ever really. But what was I supposed to do? Let her enjoy her tea and leave!? I think not! We talked, Jordan unearthed a secret or two of mine, and in the end she kissed me and told me to meet her at the Inn for a drink. I did, but it was crowded. Better, I think, that we left.

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He walked along next to Mack, new clothes making a new man. Sort of. A black long-sleeved shirt covered him, and a black button-down was over that. The button-down was without sleeves, though. They'd been torn off, and by hand no less. Slightly shredded jean shorts covered legs that were almost like little tree trunks, and a pair of black tactical boots adorned his gunboat feet. His ears had maintained a steady, just barely noticeable shade of reddish-pink since he'd met up with her, but other than that, he seemed as casual as ever. He looked to the side as they walked, and glanced over her once or twice. He grinned, faintly, and looked skywards for a moment. "So, now that we're free of the orgy that was the Inn, you wanna go anywhere specific? I know.... Let's say.... Nothing, about this place, save a few landmarks." Simple enough. Maybe a drink, maybe something entirely different, maybe... Who knows?

Wyatt dwarfed her. Though, it wasn't all that difficult for someone to do that to her. Sarah was a thin girl. She had a lithe dancer's body with little curve. The boy next to her was tall, very very tall, broad chest and wide shoulders. He was scruffy and reminded her of Bo, one of the bouncers at Rave. Green cat's eyes tilted upwards to look at him, wide smile on her face. "Well, what do you like to do? I've been here a couple years now.. I'd say I know the place pretty well. And nothing ever closes around here." Her high heels click-clicked on the cobblestone as they walked along. It's a wonder she didn't fall and break her neck. "And hey.. what's your name? I can't say 'hey you' all night."

His grin turned, slowly, into a smile before he spoke. "Well, I like most things. Pool, dancing, my liver may actually be a fictional place that someone made up in a far-off land as well, so drinking's always an option. Or, a walk could be good." He chuckled, and didn't say the last few things he'd thought up. Usually he'd be surrounded by friends who would joke about more sexual innuendo than you could use to bury a mountain, but here? Well, he might just get taken seriously here. And he wasn't sure whether or not that was a grand thing just yet. Juuust yet. "Oh, and my name. It's Wyatt. And yours?" Despite his knowledge on the matter already, he thought it might not be too prudent to go around announcing peoples' names to them whenever he pleased.

"Wyatt." She grinned secretively. "Nice to meet you," she slipped her arm into the crook of his elbow and just leaned into him as they walked. It was hardly a romantic gesture, but a smidge more than friendly. "I'm Mack. And I choose selections A and C. Pool and drinking. There's a pool hall a couple blocks that way," and then she was steering him towards the right. "And I'm sorry to say that you're going to get spanked in Pool."

"Am I? Don't be too sure about that, Mack. I might not be the best, but I'm pretty lucky. Unless I'm playing distracted, that is." He took her lean as though she were a feather, and compulsively checked his pocket with his free hand. The wallet could be checked later, but the sack of coin he'd gotten earlier had to be made sure of. Just a simple pat of his pocketed side, and he was walking along again until the hall came into view. He grinned. It had been at least a few months since he'd played.

"Should we? Maybe. I might get hooked, though." He veritably poured a nice measure of whiskey down his throat after she winked. It was like he'd taken a sip of water. He followed, then, and set his drink near hers as he watched her rack. And not THAT rack, but the verb rack. "You can break, if you'd like. I don't mind watching you work the table." He chuckled again, and took up his whiskey for another drink before watching her as though he were studying her moves.

Rack? Pfft. Unfortunately, the poor girl barely had one. 'A' cups unite! Wyatt was also watched, but from the corner of her eye. Obtaining a pool cue, Sarah lined up and took her shot. She bent low over the table as she did so, tongue ring clicking obnoxiously against her molars. No balls were sunk and she straightened with a sigh.

He couldn't help but to steal a glance or two of her bent over the table as he grabbed a stick and ground on the chalk. When everything stopped moving, he haphazardly lined up a shot and sent the cue ball rocketing off the bumpers and into a smattered gathering of balls. None went in, but several ended up easy prey for the next go. They managed to balance themselves on the edges of the pockets. He shrugged and smiled. "Guess it's a good thing I never said who I was lucky for, huh?"

"Maybe we should buy lottery tickets next, yeah?" She laughed and skirted past him to get to the spot she needed to make her next shot. The blue 2 was set in easily. She grinned and moved to make the next shot, sinking the green 6. The shot after that, the purple 4 was missed and she flashed Wyatt a cheesy smile. "Can't win them all, can I?" She posed with the cue, setting the butt on the floor and holding onto the neck as she leaned. Blue chalk smudged onto her cheek.

She was being too cute.. He made a successful attempt to fight back a stupid grin, and let it go on into a simpler, more laid-back one instead. His battle was obvious though, so he looked down for a moment as it went on. After that, he sniffed lightly and brushed his thumb against the side of his nose as he looked up. "I guess we should, and I guess you can't. Though, I'd bet you win most of them." He chuckled again, and lined up a shot. Thirteen, orange, gone! He tried for another and came up short. The blue ten bounced off both corners and off towards the middle of the table. He shrugged with a grin, and leaned back. "Ah well. There's still plenty to go. Unless you've been hiding your talent?"

Now, she could say exactly what it is she wanted but for some reason.. Sarah couldn't bring herself to just.. whore out. Next in line would have been a kiss and she pretended to still be thinking as she hopped up and sat on the edge of the pool table, laying the pool stick across her lap. Lower lip was drawn into her mouth where she played with the lip piercing for a moment. Then she grinned and tipped her face upwards to meet his gaze. "I'm thinking... that you should kiss me."

"Oh? Well, that sounds like I'm coming out ahead in this one then." He smiled, broad and somewhat distinguished as he stepped closer and placed a hand on either side of her, resting on the table. He just looked into her eyes for a few moments, and then leaned in for the kiss. It was deep. Not very rough, not very soft, but in a way showing there was something much, more, waiting for the go-ahead. He always seemed to be keeping himself in-check. However, it wasn't his nature to 'free the beast.'

Oh why does he have to--oh! Mmmmm.... She gripped the table's edge to keep from melting. Damn, he's good. Sarah smiled mid-kiss and leaned into him, bringing one hand up to curl around his neck. Well versed in the ways of kissing, Sarah knew a gate when she found one. And he was just begging her to open it. She deepened the kiss even more, giving the boy fleeting samples of her tongue piercing. When they finally broke apart, she breathed out hotly and licked at her lips, cat's eyes just peering up at him.

He flowed along with anything she did, keeping himself from losing it entirely. One hand moved to rest at her side, gentle yet firm, and as she pulled away she nearly took his breath with her. His eyes screamed for more, but they were the only give away. His lips were licked, once over, and then the corners drew up and into a smile. "Yeah. I definitely came out ahead on that one."

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That was where the formal area of our first evening hanging out ended. Things just escalated from there, though. How was I to know she was so... Fantastically forceful? Quite the night, I'd really just have to say. Rhy'din could be turning out for the better, couldn't it? Guess I'll just have to keep going on and see where it takes me.

"I do? Thanks, I guess." He chuckled, lightly, and watched her put metal back where metal went as he did so.

She stared at him, now, hands dropping into her lap. Having been hoping for something a little more in depth, Sarah waited. When Wyatt remained silent, she sighed and went back to work. She was working on the lip piercing now. When that was done, she spoke up. "Okay, I'll try for a more direct approach. Why are you sleeping with me?" He just seemed.. odd. Like, comfortable with her, and yet they'd just met. Sarah enjoyed sex, but she felt as though this boy knew something more and it unnerved her. Who was he and who had sent him? "And how old are you?" Arching a brow, looking to him speculatively.

"Why wouldn't I be? You've been nothing but interesting and enjoyable to be around since we met. And you're really, well, uh.." His ears grew a bit red as he contemplated something to say, but she beat him to it with another question. He blinked, arched his own brow, and then broke back into a slight smile. "Nineteen." He said it as though he expected not to be believed. After all, everyone always seemed to think he was ridiculously older than he really was. This did bring about a rather curious look, though. "Why? How old are you?" He was wondering, and it showed.

The first answer suited her just fine. It would do for now. She could usually tell if a person was lying, but everyone had their faults. Hiding a sheepish smile, she turned her head away from him slightly and put in the tongue ring. It looked weird having her hands stuck in her mouth. "Sorry," she said when she'd finished. "I look more professional without all m'gear." A shrug, then leaning back down to stick the baggie back in the bag pocket. "And I'm turning 22 soon. Ish." Another shrug, cats eyes lifting to peer at him curiously. He certainly looked older, but he still acted a bit young. It didn't bother her, though. "I just.. I have a lot of bastards out to get me. I can't be too sure when a person gets so close to me."

"Oh, alright." He had been wondering about the little line-up of questions, but it made sense now. He looked a little unsure of how to continue, and when he caught himself simply staring at her legs once he'd lost himself in consideration, his ears were burning. He looked back up, with a slightly sheepish smile, and spoke lightly and as if he hadn't been staring at her thighs for the last minute solid. Hell, he even got himself to joke a little. "Well, I'm pretty sure that you could beat the crap outta me if you really set your mind to it, so does that put me on the safe list?" He thought back to the simple explanation of her 'badass lieutenent'-osity, and the blaster she had, and was pretty confident that he was right. He had a hard enough time getting annoyed, let alone angry enough to fight anyone, after all.

The one thing that seemed to crack his calm was hearing the name. It wasn't a crack of fear, or panic, or something of that nature. It was a crack of sympathy. Empathy, almost. His apology was written in his eyes, though he wouldn't speak. When she continued, he took in her words like they were the only air in the room. When she finished, he smiled as sweetly as he thought he could, and his eyes gave just a little twinkle when the light caught them. "I'll be as patient as you want." He really had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. He suddenly realized why so many new people in Rhy'din were such avid risk-takers.

"Thanks," mumbled, fingers pressed against her closed eyes. She felt like such a child in that moment she nearly cried. She hadn't done any of that, even when she'd heard Danny had been killed. But the boy sitting across from her was more than patient and Sarah knew that she didn't have to rush anything. Finally looking up, she managed a bashful smile. He was adorable. "So.. where are you staying? You mentioned the possibility of never going back to where you came from.. "

He spotted her smile, and even his cheeks got a touch of the pink. "Actually, uh, I'm not really that sure." His hand moved quickly to the back of his head, scratching at it in a contemplative way. "I stayed at the Inn the first few nights I'd been here. I guess that's the closest thing I've got to a place right now." He was all smiles, and just chanced to look at her eyes. "Until I can get a solid job, at least."

"Mm. Well I can't help you in the job department, but you could always stay at my place. You know, until you get a steady job and whatnot." Couldn't hurt. If anything it would show them if this could work--nothing like thrusting yourself into a major move like that to test the bonds of a newborn relationship. She grinned.

"Really?" He blinked. He was almost a little dumbfounded. Happy as all sin, but still a little dumbfounded. "Yeah!" He was easy enough to live with, or, well, he thought he was. "I can like, cook and clean and stuff if you want! I took culinary classes back in high-school and.." He caught himself rambling like an idiot. If there was ever a moment to have lost his cool and act like a dumb happy boy, this one just had to be it, huh? Of course. His ears were on fire, and he just shut himself up.

"Not really. Ever since we got to the Inn, we've sort of branched out and stopped conversing all the time. We hang out whenever we see each other, but beyond that we're sort of on our own." He gave a slight shrug, and continued. "But even so, they're doing their own things." And who were they to hold him back from doing his own thing? Just the only connection he's got to his old life. He saw them often enough. Ran into them even more often than they planned on.

"Good." She didn't want them to criticize Wyatt for what they did. Grinning, then, she dipped her head to press a kiss to the side of his cheek. "I know it's late.. but did you want to do something tonight? Nothing closes, remember? Or.. we could just head back to my place. Grab the stuff you have at the inn and take it back to my apartment..."

He smiled widely at the kiss, and gave her one of those winks before he spoke. "If you'd like to go somewhere, I'd be happy to do it. Otherwise, I've only got a couple of sets of clothes in a bag I picked up a couple of days ago." He had nowhere to be, so why not be where she wanted to be?

"Or..." she ventured with a saucy smile, "we could get your clothes tomorrow and we could just head back to my place now."