Waltz Around Town

[erik]

TAGGED: Isis Copts
[W] For Language

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The other night was like any old Friday night to where he did not have to do a damn thing since he was tired. Couple days ago he had met some new friends, older friends, which he really like the time he spent with them. But that was not the reason he was tired on this day at all. He was tired because he was running drills in practice for hours because one of his team mates was being stupid. So the whole team had to suffer with extra drills, extra practices and extra laps around the basketball gym. It was so tiresome he just told his friends he was in for the night time. Which he was glad he did stay home to rest or else he would not of spoken to a new friend. Her name is Isis and she was new in town so of course, naturally, Erik went in for the kill. He began to swoon a little but nothing over the top since he didn't want to scare her off. After talking for just a short amount of time she wanted to met him which he was honored.

He'd honestly show her around the town on top of showing her a good time, personally. He was thinking like that of course, new girl, new friends which would equal to a new play toy maybe. At least he was hoping for that since his luck with friends with benefits have been strong lately. After setting up a meeting for the next day he logged off and smiled off before hopping over to bed to lay down. Well he was looking forward to meeting this little spit fire and he knew this was going to be a good time. So after watching lots of movies in his bedroom he fell asleep since he was beat tired. When he woke up the next day he was amazingly sore and groaned in some pain. Muscles were screaming at him but there was no way he was going to cancel on the girl. He toughen up then went took a long hot shower in hopes to loosen up the tighten sore muscles. In fact he took a longer shower then normal since the heat of the water was feeling good on his soreness.

Then he had to switch it to cold since that was the secret on making the pain go away permanently for hours. Took the ice cold water for less time he did the warm and got out fast. Shivered but wrapped a towel around his waist then he set off to his room to find something to wear. He kept laughing to himself then repeated what she told him online before logging off. "Look nice. Don't want to disappoint the girl now do I? I don't think looking nice will be too hard now." He remarked to himself answering his own question then looked around his drawers for something to wear. He ended up with normal black boxers, some dark jeans to go over them that fitted him snug but not too tightly. Black belt with some silver spiked studs on it for decoration. Took him a while though to decide on the shirt since she did say to look nice. But thought it would be over kill if he went with a button up shirt so he grabbed a normal black volcom shirt with the logo in white.

He placed a sweat band on his right wrist as well with the same design and colors. Once he was all dressed up he looked outside to see there was sunshine, no need for a jacket then. Sitting down on his bed he put on his normal black converse then he was all set on attire. Last thing he needed to do now since his hair was damp was style his hair. He put normal amount of gel and ran it through to let it spike in different ways. Then he set it with just a little of hair spray, brushed his teeth then sprayed his body spray all over him. The time he had was 11:45am which he grumbled since he was going to be a little bit late to the place. At least he did look nice, as she said, so he grabbed his wallet with his house keys plus cell phone. Then he exited his home then walked to where he was supposed to met the girl. His parents were not home or else he would of asked them for a ride there.

Also his sister was all the way in Marseille so he was not going to ask her for a ride. Besides he hated when his sister pried into his business all the time too just because their parents were gone. So walking was the only way and he knew it would not take him long to get there. Thank god for the small town or else he would of taken a taxi or a bus to the destination. But in no less then 15 minutes he was nearing the place where tainted people go. He knew that is a sanctuary for tainted people who just arrive into town, since they had no where to go. Just recently Erik found out he was tainted himself which he was so disappointed. Not because he hated to be tainted but because the power he had received as so lame. What the hell was he going to do with the ability to grow flowers? He grumbled again to himself since he did not like his power then he shook his head for a moment. Once he arrived the front of the place he went to the bench in front of the place then he sat down.

She was not there yet, amazingly, which he was sure she was going to be coming really soon. His phone went off which he took out then read the text message from one of his friends. They were asking if there was going to be a party at his place tonight and he smirked off. That sounded like a good idea, so he just simple asked who the alcohol supplier shall be. True he was able to drink legally but he can't go out and buy alcohol for himself. He had nothing to drink at his house so he knew he had to get some more before the party tonight. Thank god practice was going to only be for an hour today or else he would scream. At the moment his muscles did not hurt but he was sure they were going to be hurting right before practice. Then again it all depends on what Isis and him were going to be doing. He did mention he was going to show her around town which meant, he was going to have to walk. Which he felt that was a horrible idea now that he thought about it but hell. Chewing on his bottom lip he looked around slowly with is ice blue eyes wondering if this girl was almost there.

[isis]

[W] For Language

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A sharp sliver of light woke Isis from her tire stupor. She was entangled in sheets and blankets. She immediately ripped them off. It was really hot. She got out of bed, slipping on her "There's No 'I' In Slut" slippers, and sauntered over to the large glass doors of the left wall of her room. She leaned against the warm glass, taking in the sun. She yawned a bit, realizing she had plans today. She fixed her disgruntled little orange shorts and walked over to her closet. What the hell was she going to wear? She wanted to look nice, but not to nice. She had told him not to disappoint her, so she couldn't disappoint him. She decided "Sexy with Class" was the best option and began to sift through her closet. It was a mess. Even though she had only been in San for a few weeks, now, she never actually unpacked most of her things, including clothes. So, right now, her closet was a fury of boxes and fabric, all mixed together in numerous big lumps. She sighed.

She decided it'd be easier to head to take a shower first. Her muscles were stiffened and the hot water felt good on her skin. She caressed herself, making sure to cover every inch of her wet body in a thick lather. Her soap smelled like vanilla. Before her mom died she had always told her men loved the smell of vanilla. The warm water slipped in and out of the crevices of Isis's body, following her curves. She stayed in for about forty five minutes. She was going to meet up with this gut Erik, who just about everyone knew. They had met last night and they chatted for a while. He had offered to show her around town, claiming he knew his way around. Isis had no worries. She was going to play it cool, try not to embarrass her self, and take Erik for a loop. He was cute and funny. Maybe she could make something out of this, but she knew not to get too comfortable. He was a player, and she was sure of it. Even the night before he admitted to having sexual conquest. She wouldn't be one of them.

Isis wrapped a towel around her self and walked into her room. She had her own bathroom, luckily, because the other bathroom was two floors down. She shut the bathroom door, fearing the steam from her shower might shut off the smoke detector right outside the door. She walked over to her closet looking for the right thing to wear. Being so cluttered she could barely decipher one thing from another. Then she found a dark pair of really short jeans. It was warm outside and she wanted to tease Erik a bit, so they were perfect. She slipped them on over a black pair of lace panties. Now she just needed a shirt. She lifted up piles of clothing, sifting through them, and throwing them behind her. She couldn't find anything worth wearing. She made a mental note to go clothes shopping, which she hadn't done since arriving to San. She didn't even know where the shopping boutiques were. She found compromise with a white t-shirt, with a gold pattern on it. She accented the shirt with a form-fitting, black, vest. She buttoned the middle button and tugged at the bottom to get out any wrinkles.

Before slipping on her black, low-top, converses with skulls and crossbones all over them, she found a cute gold belt, that shimmered in the Saturday sun. She ran over to her dresser and slipped her cell-phone and keys into her pocket. She thought about bringing her iPod, but she'd probably be to busy for that. She quickly grabbed her wallet, a long gold necklace, which she wrapped around her neck twice, letting one circle encase the other, and two rings, one with a pretty orange tint and the other, a gold ring, with a dragon on top, embellished with many rhinestones. The dragon twirled around her finger. She walked out of her room and down the steps to the first floor. Her father, step mother, and step brother were already there. She wished they were still sleep, so sh wouldn't have to deal with the first degree. They were all in the kitchen eating bacon and eggs that her father had made because his little whore didn't cook.

Isis calmly walked into the kitchen and swiped a crispy piece of bacon off of Jacob's plate. He puncher her in the arm, and she retaliated with a flick to his ear. She laughed as he complained. "Where are you going, young lady?" her step mother, Patricia, questioned. Isis rolled her eyes and looked at her, "Oh, thanks for the complement, but your the young lady here," she said, holding back a smirk. "Isis, be nice," her father said. "Fine," Isis complied and she answered Patricia's question. "A new friends is taking me on a tour of San. Is that okay, dad?" Isis emphasized 'dad' as to not tempt Patricia to answer. "That's okay," her father said, "Just don't be home to late." Isis smiled and skipped out of the kitchen and through the front door. The morning air was cool and refreshing. She checked her cell-phone. It was 11:50. She had to hurry. By twelve o'clock, Isis was almost there she ran around a few corners and up a few deserted streets and found Erik sitting on a bench. She quietly sat next to him and said, "I'm here."