Cammie & Layla | BACKDATED

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Layla tries to track down an old friend but finds a green-haired girl in her way. Cammie ogles a guy and Layla helps get her laid.

District X was Cammie's type of place. Before she had actually settled down, it was the type of place that was great to hide. No matter how freakish you were, there was almost always someone worse off than you. Not that anything she saw here could turn her stomach. In fact, she really did have a thing for guys where the non-human thing was obvious. So she was doing two things at the moment, re-wrapping her arm in freshly bought bandages and checking out the ass on the guy with the bright red skin.

That was a nice ass.

Layla jumped the curb with her skateboard, then came to an abrupt halt. Her foot hit the tail of her board and popped the nose up so she could grab the truck. It was more instinct or muscle memory now than it was conscious thought. She was headed into a tattoo shop to search for an old friend but she paused before she crossed the chick with the green hair. The blonde tracked the other chick's gaze and found it resting squarely on some dude's ass. Classy. Well, at least she was upfront about her appreciation or whatever. "Voyeur corner's over there," she said and nodded to a nearby corner where some guy was, in fact, leaning against a street sign pole and checking out women across the street. "Helps maintain the view when people like me wanna get in places and shit." Only the walking clover was totally blocking the entrance to the shop and Layla didn't do personal bubble violations. Especially of her own bubble.

"Hey, I'll stare at asses wherever I want," Cammie said, turning around to face her accuser, which had to be a kid, no older than seventeen, "Besides, you have to admit no matter where the fuck you're standing that guy has a very nice ass."

A questioning look came over Layla's features, brow furrowing and lip curling a bit. She glanced from the chick to the guy with the very nice ass. Or was it an alleged very nice ass? Her head tilted and her nose wrinkled. "I don't think I'm an ass person." Actually, she was pretty sure she wasn't a guy person but there was no need to get into self-reflection right now. "So I'll take your word for it. Aaaaand, if you would shift," she held her hands out and slid them to the side as if she was sliding the green-haired girl, "thata way I can get where I want and you can watch his ass in peace. Or you can save us both the trouble and go hit on him."

"Fuck you," Cammie said casually, "Everyone's an ass person. Don't think it's good enough to go hit on him though because then he might want a relationship," she said with a mock shudder. Though that was her view of relationships at the moment. Better to be the one who leaves, then the one who's left. "And if you're heading that way I'll make the wild assumption that you're either going to the head shop or the tat parlor. The latter is closed today. Sorry." Now she just felt like standing here to vex the kid. It had been too long since she just randomly fucked with someone.

Shoulder's drooping, Layla's head drop as she quietly swore, "Motherfucker. The one day I actually fucking get back here. The world hates me. Again." When her head rose again she squinted in the direction of the tattoo shop. Bastards weren't in. Damn it. Since her plan was ruined she instead focused on the no leaf clover with the ass obsession. "You could just proposition him. No strings attached sex, what guy doesn't like that? Other than a gay one. Well, I'm pretty sure they're still in favor just not with you. Wrong parts and shit. Bastard elitists."

"Are you a little young to get some fucking ink anyway?" Cammie returned. Not that she was the tattoo police or anything like that, but like any other shop there was always a chance that the guy doing up the ink on someone under age was hoping to get a bit more. An attitude that Cammie felt was best readjusted with multiple fists to the face. But that was just her. And she liked violence.

"And you'd be fucking surprised how many guys seem to think sex is a relationship. It's not the myth I wish it was."

There went Layla's lip curling again. The reaction was more the idea of fucking a guy and less the whole relationship thing. "Sorry, dude, guess you're screwed. Or not screwed. You're fucked by not getting fucked. This is why there are vibrators, 'cause guys are apparently all girls now. It's the tight pants. It cuts off circulation to their balls and once those are gone the testosterone goes with 'em and you're stuck with a chick with a dick and that's even less appealing than tranny hookers." She shuddered a little. Layla tried really hard to be cool with everyone's freak but she could not get down with the idea of some hot chick hiding a giant cock in her lacy panties. So not attractive. "And I'm not looking for ink. I'm looking for someone I used to know. Her dad owns the shop."

Cammie snorted, "Cute, kid," she said, "Fucking cute," it wasn't lobbed as an insult. Cammie chuckled, "Well, can't help you there. I know one of the guys who rents booth space, but don't know the owner."

"So basically you totally live to ruin my day? Awesome." There was a sarcastic bent to the face Layla made, caught between a scowl and concentration. She made a shooing motion at the other girl. "You're no use to me now, go on, ogle the man candy and dream of a life where men aren't needy women." With that Layla headed down the sidewalk. She didn't return to the direction from which she came, though. No, she headed straight for the guy with the bright red skin.

Tapping the red guy on the shoulder, Layla grinned at him and nodded toward the chick she'd just been talking to. "The hot green-haired chick totally wants to fuck you senseless. If you promise not to call her in the morning it's a done deal." She shot an innocent sort of grin towards said girl then continued on her way like nothing had happened at all.

"Yep," Cammie said walking over, "We should totally go somewhere and fuck. Without the kid, because that's just gross."

The whole thing was clearly unexpected from the look on the guy's face. He looked over toward where the blonde kid was walking off and then back at the girl propositioning him. His phone, the previous occupant of his attention, got stashed in a pocket and he grinned while looking the girl over. "Yeah...I can think we can find somewhere for that."