Know a Guy (Seoras or Remoc)

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis sat in the back corner of the club, watching the people having a good time. Her friends had dragged her out to have a good time, then ran off alone with someone, leaving her sitting silently in a corner. She looked around, feeling completely alone, even though random guys kept walking up to her, trying to get her to dance. With a simple glare they were gone, off bitching about her to their friends.--

--As she sat there, she sipped a chocolate martnini. She knew it was illegal to drink, but she 'knew a guy' and he got her what she needed. She didn't really even like alcohol, but just wanted something to dull the pain, drugs were an option, but harder to come by, not to mention riskier.--

--She watched silently, her mind in a fog, not alcohol induced mind you. She was perfectly functioning physically, but mentally, she was a wreck. In the time span of a week, she'd been arrested, thrown out of her house, and had her car totaled, after being stolen.--

--As for Artemis, life at the moment, completely sucked.--

[Seoras Reinard]

((oh I'm such a nerd ^.^))

Seoras walked into Dawn. Already anyone who knew him would know there was a problem. He never came to this place. Not enough electricity running through the brains of the usual goers to power the processes of a single plant cell for 12 seconds. That's pretty low...

Seoras needed a place to just stop thinking, and this seemed like the perfect place. Stop thinking about everything that had happened to him recently. Damn his parents for making so much trouble...no. Forget...forget for now...He took a deep breath against the wall with his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, he started moving around the edge of the club. Had to get away from those bloody speakers, they were way to loud and a crappy song was playing. He rolled his eyes and tried to find somewhere to sit. He passed a small group that was complaining about someone...

"Jeez, what the hell is that girl in the back's problem, I just asked her to dance...bitch..." "Yeah same here." "Stupid little..."

Sounded like his kind of girl, throwing these punks away on their asses like the trash they were...he wondered if he could figure out who they were talking about. He moved towards the back, scanning the faces he could see. And then he stopped. He knew who it was, because she was sitting right ahead of him. Artemis. Drinking something that looked disgusting and alcoholic. Bleh.

Seoras and his brother were two of the few students who had never touched any drugs or alcohol in there lives, not counting aspirin and a sip of a way-too-sugary strawberry daquiri the goth had tasted when he was a kid.

All that aside, he wondered if he should go talk to her or not. Last he had known, she wasn't too keen to be in the same town as him, let alone the same club. But she looked out of it...why not? Try and see if she still hated him. She looked like she could use any friend right now, even him.

He walked up slowly to her table, preferring she see him before he sat down or anything. That would probably tick her off...

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis felt someone approaching, and lifted her head to tell him to go screw himself. She was quite surprised, to say the least, to find Seoras standign in front of her. She saw him looking at her martini, a look of disgust on his face, as if he wanted nothing more than to toss it on the floor. She took it in her hands, just to be safe.--

"Touch my drink, and I break your face." she said simply..."again." she looked at him for a moment, waiting for a response..."What do you want?" she asked, her eyes, for once, bearing no emotion

[Seoras Reinard]

((floor no, head yes...ah the memories...go ahead Remoc, NOW would be an appropriate time for a "hotel comment"))

"It's nice to see you too," he smirked as she pulled her drink in protectively. "You mind?" Seoras gestured at the empty chair before him.

"Nothing special, I was planning on finding a place to stop thinking for a while, figured this would be the place to go. And I wanted to congratulate you on taking out the trash. Ticked a lot of people off with minimal effort...very impressive."

[Christian Remoc]

((If that Martini is spilled upon Arty's head in any way, shape, or form...I'm asking Linds to make a hotel. Kidding. I'll just kill Seoras.))

[Artemis Saggezza]

((do you want me to beat down the both of you? or should I just hire 'my people' to take care of things?? 'Hello? Yeah, I need a favour...' ))

--Artemis looked at him. She really was not in the mood for sarcasm at the moment. She nodded in general approval of his sitting. At the moment, she didnt' care one way or the other.--

"Yeah well, that little incident, basically screwd my entire life." she said, looking at him, her eyes flashing..."I broke my hand, got kicked out of my house, got mugged, and had my car stolen, in the past 2 weeks since that." she sighed....."You have a very hard head. shattered my fist...."

--She held up a cast, that had previously been hidden under the table.--

"Then again, thats just my luck. I do the right thing, trying to protect my friend's honor, and I wind up arrested, homeless, carless, and broken..." she said, in a voice that wasn't discernable whether it was sarcasm or complete seriousness

[Seoras Reinard]

((*cuts phone line* Bwahahahahahaohcrapshehasacellphone...HIDE!))

At her nod he took the seat, his eyes widening when she described the damage she had been dealt. Most of which was his fault, directly or otherwise.

"And I had thought I got the short end of the stick..." He sifted it around in his head, and two things connected.

"I know this will sound strange, but if you need a place to stay, my house is yours. Parents left on this big...I don't even remember what it was, big trip thing, and they don't even know when they'll be back. It's gonna be awhile though, so if you want...I certainly owe it to you. Anything I can do, name it."

[Artemis Saggezza]

((you really want to mess with the Don??))

--Artemis smiled slightly, and nodded. She had not been expecting that.--

"Thanks." she said quietly, not really sure of what else to say. She looked at him, and for the first time, really looked..."hows your...." she said, motioning to his cheek, and nose, and face in generak

[Seoras Reinard]

((mess with, no. go to the movies with, yes.))

"hows your...."

"Eh, could be worse. Actually, it was." In reality, all of the swelling had disappeared and most of the bruising had faded. His cheekbone had healed or appeared to have done so, and his jaw was set and re-knitting well. The doctors were surprised at how fast it was going, but no one was complaining. "It's really not that bad, it doesn't hurt to move anymore and I'm talking fine, much to my sister's disappointment."

"How's your hand coming?" Seoras looked at her cast. It was off-white and plain. Hmmm...something was missing...got it. He pulled an inking pen out of his pocket, one he would use when he had finished a drawing. Must have slipped it in there when he was working earlier...He smiled, feeling almost like he was back in middle school. "What, no signatures yet? If I may be the first?"

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis shrugged, and looked down at her cast.--

"Well, I can't do any sports for the next 3 months, so I got bounced from the, lacrosse team, the boxing team, the soccer team, and now, no college scouts will get to see me, so.." she sighed, and shrugged....."c'est la vie..."

--Artemis nodded, as a silent permission for him to sign her bare cast--

((THERE!!! YAH HAPPY?!! YEESH!))

[Seoras Reinard]

((YES!!! ^.^''' Hey look, a marshmallow! ()_) )))

Seoras leaned forward on the table, reaching out with his left hand to sign the cast. "Don't need your hands for soccer unless you're...you're the goalie, aren't you?" he said with a mock suspicious look on his face. "And aren't you the captain or co-captian on all of those teams? They can't just get rid of you like that. Injured list maybe, but not booted off."

He sat back, his signature shining black on the white cast. "Sports are overrated anyways. Now you have the perfect excuse to work on your artistic side, even if your dominant hand is stuck in that shell. You could write something, or you could draw or paint something, as long as you don't expect it to be perfect. You get to be like me for three whole months...minus the black and the screw up, and plus skill."

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis rolled her eyes sarcastically...--

"Oh yay. I get to be like you for 3 whole months...." she laughed..."I'm assuming you're talkign about being injured, seeing as how I'm not a toffee-faced git like you?" she snickered, sighing

--She looked around, and sighed, thinking--

"Can I buy you a drink? A coke perhaps?" she asked wondering if he would trust her not to lace it....

[Seoras Reinard]

"I was trying to make an artistic reference, but yes." He smiled involuntarily. "Toffe?"

Seoras glanced around, hearing a song playing but unable to identify it as good or bad, as it was too quiet at least for the moment.

"If you really want to, and rootbeer would be better. And though my logical side would prefer it to be drug free, I could probably use some insanity of the kind I don't normally have."

[Artemis Saggezza]

--Artemis laughed, realizing what she said...--

"Random british insults....." she said, shrugging...."It happens....i get a random british accent as well." she smiled...."I think i've done enough damage to that pretty face of yours.....for the time being at least..."

--She laughed, and waved the waiter down. He grinned at her, one of her uncle's friends. She ordered, and he ran off. she looked back to Seoras--

"Beleive me Nova, I have more efficient, and less.....messy ways of killing you, than drugs." she snickered...."And insanity is a good thing. Sanity is the playground for the unimaginitive."

[Seoras Reinard]

"Aha! I knew you had a thing for me. Just couldn't keep your hands off me..." He reached over and patted her hand in a sympathetic manner. "It's ok, I know how hard it is with a sexy goth such as myself around. And see how modest I am? Adds to my charm."

The waiter came over and scurried off with the order, presumably in the direction of the bar or wherever they kept the soda. The smile never left his face, even when she mentioned his potential demise.

"Wait, you're trying to kill me? Too much competition for you, eh? If you can't have me, no one can? And I never claimed to be sane, I just said that some of the lunacy I don't normally have to deal with daily could be a nice change. And I never really liked the playground...now I've found a reason why." Why was this so much fun? Well, he had always been a little strange...