xp_logs | Doug and Cammie

Doug goes out for the evening to a venue a bit rougher than his norm. He finds someone to go home with for the evening, not realizing until they get outside that he already knows her.

It was her kind of place. The music was loud, almost to the point of being incomprehensible, it was questionable where the liquor was coming from, half the population was stoned out of their mind on something.

The no-holds-barred free for all right in front of the stage was also a bonus. She untangled herself from the pit and headed towards what passed for a bar, laughing. She was scuffed up a bit, but not really hurt. Everyone came in expecting to get into a fight here, no one was surprised when the small girl could lay people just as flat as the big guys.

This wasn't so much Doug's scene, but by the same token it wasn't completely -not- his scene either. Besides, since Marie-Ange's departure, he'd decided to be a bit more adventurous. 'An it harm none, do as you will' had essentially been his motto and philosophy for the past several months. So while he might not have been in the thick of the mosh, he certainly didn't look out of place, either.

Cammie picked up a drink. She actually still had a sense of taste after everything that happened, so it gave her more options other than 'slightly flavored water' for her to choose from. Of course, the actual liquor now added more of an actual kick to thing. And in places like this, if you weren't getting a bottle who knew what the hell was in the drink. It didn't bother her if the drinks did have a mystery kick to them, because it couldn't do anything to her if they did.

Of course, the fighting and the drinks weren't the only reason she came to places like this. The third was another sort of itch that had to be scratched. It was about finding the victim for that too. No one who came to a place like this who wasn't already attached was looking for any long term relationship. For any lovey-dovey kind of sickening crap. Every time Cammie attempted something along those lines it blew up in her face. The guy either died, or left without so much as a note. She was going to be the determining factor in any relationship now, that's what she decided.

So she picked a guy, walked up and grinned, "Hey."

Well, that was forward. Doug barely even had to look at the young woman to read the intentions rolling off of her body language. It was a bit of a change of pace for him, but he figured there was nothing wrong with letting the distraction come to him for a change instead of being out on the prowl himself. "Nice boots," he replied, the pair of words that would stereotypically follow the compliment not actually voiced, but very heavily implied.

"You forgot the second half," Cammie said with a laugh, "Go on, I know you want to say it."

Doug's lips quirked into a grin. If the body language hadn't been a clear green light, then her response certainly was. "Wanna fuck?"

Cammie laughed once, "See? That wasn't so hard to spit out, now was it. And sure I do, but the question is do I make you jump through hoops for it or do I just reply 'yeah let's go right now!'?"

"'Let's go right now' meaning back to one of our places, or 'let's go right now' meaning right here on the floor?" Doug shot back. This was a completely different sort of seduction, if you could really call something so blatant 'seduction'.

Now she actually did laugh, "Oh, I like you. Hmmm, well that's almost a tough call," she said making a show of thinking about it, "Well, I've screwed one to many people here tonight so leaving might be best." In this case she was referring to fighting, not fucking, but the two could be pretty interchangeable. It wasn't as if she was starting fights, she wasn't. She admittedly wasn't finishing them either. It was great practice though on a practical front. Make sure someone got the message without having to use her special little helper.

Doug tossed a couple of bills on the bar and nodded. "Works for me. My place or yours?" he asked, in the continued interest of blunt and forward honesty, as they made their way toward the door.

"Yours, mine's a bit crowded," Cammie returned. Trying to sneak guys in past the cheerleader would go over about as well as you could expect, she'd reason. So best not to even try that.

At this rate, Doug thought whimsically, he might as well put a revolving door in the entrance to his apartment. The first few hookups had wiped away the awkwardness of having sex with someone else in the bed he'd shared with Marie-Ange for so long, and now he barely had a second thought about it. The pair left the dim light and smoke of the club, and Doug turned to get a better look at his partner for the night. Bright green hair, a pretty decent rack...and a devil-may-care smirk that Doug abruptly realized he recognized. "Heh." It really was a small world sometimes.

"Small world, right?" Cammie returned with a smirk, "I'm good to go if you are, to quoth Joan Osborne 'Let's just get naked.' But not in the middle of the street. That tends to draw unwanted attention."