Let's Have Some Fun... (Open)

[Amber Keegan]

Amber was sitting on the lawn of Fairview University, gnawing on her pencil as though it was a candy bar. When she had picked her major, she didn't realize that it was all going to be about the mechanics of music; she thought that it was going to be about teaching someone to love music, and utilize it as a way of life like she had. No, apparently she was supposed to teach people how to be super talented musicians without the passion. Getting exasperated, she slammed her book shut and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Pressing one to her lips, she searched her purse attempting to find her light, outright swearing out loud. "I shouldn't be surprised, it is like a fucking Mary Poppin's bag." she grumbled under her breath. Finally finding her lighter, she lit her cigarette and took the first drag.

Lazily exhaling the smoke, she leaned back on the palms of her hands and looked up at the sky. It had been a while since she had been outside for studying. Normally, she would be inside either at the library or the computer lab. Amber liked it better out here. It was louder in a sense, but it was also quieter. Don't ever attempt to get her to explain that out loud, she realizes that it literally makes no sense. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she grumbled under her breath about how people were losing the passion for the art. It didn't matter if anyone else heard her, most people thought that she was crazy. That wasn't the case; she was just an intellectual that liked to voice her opinions out loud even when no one was around to listen to them; things always sounded better out loud.

It was a relatively nice day, despite the fact that it was a little chilly. Amber hated cold weather; if it was below seventy she was bundled up. Scarf and all. She wasn't one to expose too much flesh unless she was out partying, in which case, she was too drunk to even evaluate whether or not that's a good idea. A small smile came to her lips as she reminisced about the days that she spent out and about. It felt like it had been months. Well, she'd have to fix that sooner or later. She was getting sick of not having any new friends. Maybe she should go out and try and find some? Hell, right now she could try and make conversation with some random passerby. Yeah, that would probably be the best idea.

Taking another drag off of her cigarette, she ran her hand through her black hair, toying with a few of the pink streaks that she had just put in recently. Hopefully today would be a good day. She hated being bored; especially with life.

{Outfit}

[vempryik]

Jensen walked the paths of the local University not really knowing why he was there. Many students passed him in the opposite directions giving him strange looks and snickering as they passed. It was obvious. He didn't attend the University. He just strolled boundlessly not knowing where to go. Aimlessly walking in any direction that looked interesting. It had been awhile since he had a fix and David had scared the crap out of him which made Jensen mess up a good baggie. He limped with an odd movement his large black bangs swaying as he walked. It was as if he danced to a tune only he could hear. Also trapped in his own world. A group of girls snickered as they passed. He spun, following their movements. Now walking backwards he walked blindingly.

He was like a small child in a place he didn't know. Bewilderment expressed across his face. He spun back around. One arm swaying feminine like at his side. The other beating his chest as if drumming to a song stuck in his head. He danced his head forward and backward and forward again. A group of male students were pushing around somebody behind a tree. Readjusting course he caught up to them in a few strides. "What do you want freak?" One of them called out. Without hesitation Jensen put his hand out in a punch behind his shoulder. He stuck his tongue out to the side and his face became a furious one. "Blaaaaaah!" He screamed, chasing off the jocks. Half dragging his foot behind him in a weird jog. His body shaking strangely like a running seizure as he chased them off.

Before the nerd could thank him Jensen was already walking away as if nothing happened; walking as usual with that weird limp. His mind was a one way highway. Things went one way and that way only. Once something was done or he got bored he would just walk away with no word of what was going on. He reached into his pocket and fetched a pen. Spinning it around his fingers like a drumstick he began to bob to the music in his head again. Throwing the pen over his shoulder, again, not knowing why he had a pen since he never writes he adjust course again heading towards the main building. A bunch of male students stood yelling at each other over something. Then he heard voice calling out from somewhere behind a tree. There's that little homo. Jensen began to run, his arms pumping over his legs, he leaned back as he ran.

He circled a tree trying to throw them off. One of them came around the other way and they bumped into each other. Jensen threw his arms over his head. "Bllllahaaahaaa." He shook his hands above his head as if in a rave to no avail. Instead they just threw out their hands and walked away laughing. Jensen continued walking. He began rolling up. Puffing on a joint of pot as he eventually passed a girl. As soon as he passed he let out a raucous cough.

[Amber Keegan]

While Amber was sitting on the lawn, quietly enjoying her cigarette, someone had decided to destroy the peace. Well, it wasn't as though she couldn't have guessed that was going to happen. It was a college after all. It was just a glorified high school. To say that one was surprised at the immaturity of some of these people... Well, that would make you look like you were a window licker from hell. Sighing, she took the last drag off of her cigarette before putting it out on the lawn. Flicking it away from her, she folded her arms and settled for cloud watching. Tonight she would have to go out and find a party somewhere. She wasn't going to find something here.

Running a hand through her hair, she cleared her throat. Reaching into her purse she decided that it was late enough in the afternoon that she could bust out her secret stash. By secret stash, she meant the vodka that was chillaxing in the flask that she carried with her everywhere. No one could be too prepared. After all, a little bit of boozing in the afternoon kept her sane. If it weren’t for this she probably would have ripped someone’s head off already today.

Taking a few sips from her flash, she heard a guy make a rather strange sound in the background. It was almost like a… blah, or something. Whatever, it didn’t really matter to her. Not a lot of people fucked with her here. They took one look at her and decided that she could probably rip them a new one. Truth was, she could. Truth was, she didn’t give a shit. Taking another healthy swig from her flash, she turned to look over her shoulder to see what was going on. A group of jocks were making their way away from a tree throwing their hands up. Assholes were probably tormenting some nerd again like they always did. That shit was supposed to stop in high school. Apparently, they never got the memo.

Turning her attention back to her flask, she sat there in silence thinking about who she could call to hang out with tonight. She was ripped out of her thoughts by a loud cough. Looking up, she looked at a guy that looked familiar, but she couldn’t place his face. She recognized the smell. Ganj! Standing up and brushed the grass off of her jeans she moved toward him. “You know, the point of the ganj is to hold it, not cough it up.” she said, moving in stride with him. She turned and gave him a playful smirk. Yeah, Amber was a flirt, but it wasn’t like she could really help it.

[vempryik]

"What?!" he coughed again. Realizing the remark wasn't a bad one at all. "I. Oh." He hiccuped silently. "I know what the.. point....is." he said half muttering. He held it close to him while he looked down at it. His black eyes took in the beauty in his hand. He raised it slowly as if in trouble over something and took a drag. Blowing it out immediately. "I was distracted over something." Jensen looked back down at his joint. "So I know the point is to not hold it in. I've been smoking this shit for years, yo. Years, I can't even keep track of this dope anymore. It's like.." Slowly taking another drag. "..so many years since I got addicted." He blew out.

Usually Jensen wouldn't be speaking so much. The only person he could only speak his mind to was David and David wasn't hear. Jensen rubbed his arm with his free hand. His tattoos plainly visible. His arms were covered in them. He held his prize in between two fingers. Jensen always seemed to be dozing off and then he would come right back with some remark. Silence. The faint sizzle as Jensen took a drag. "Did you want something or did you just come here to flirt?" Jensen raised his eyebrows and smiled and small smirk. "I'm just kidding. You look like the type of person I'd spend my time rolling up with." He peered at her for another second then looked across the field taking another drag.

Before blowing out he said, "You are the bad ass image of a bad ass chick in my mind right now, right?" The perfect image at that. While the smoke was blown out he looked at her.

[Amber Keegan]

You know the immediate reaction that you have when you see something that is absolutely adorable? You know the, “Ohemgeesocute!” reaction? Amber was having that with Jensen, even though his first reaction was to get offended at something that she didn’t say. Ah well, he was adorable to her. Amber needed to work on not feeling that way about people right off of the bat, but she couldn’t help it. Deep down, somewhere in her black little heart, she was a hippy love child. Scrawny boys made her heart go pitter patter. She attempted to hold herself back from patting his back as he coughed again. Coughing up ganj really sucked. Especially the way that it burned your esophagus. Worst feeling in the world.

Smiling at him, she shook her head. No, the point of smoking weed was to hold it in, then let it out… not cough it out, but something told her that’s what he meant to say. Despite the fact that his lungs looked like they were hating him right now, the way that he was holding the blunt told her that he had done it quite a few times before. Biting down on the side of her lip, she smirked. “Addicted to the ghandi?” she laughed. “That’s probably the best thing to be addicted to.” she said, before pulling out her flask and taking another gulp.

Her eyes flitted down to his arm as he rubbed his exposed tattoo. Oh shit, he already possessed two of her weaknesses. Guy liner and body mods. This could either end incredibly well, or just suck. One way or another, she was determined to have some fun. Studying wasn’t all that fun, and she hadn’t seen her bandmates in a while. She needed new friends… One that could kick it when the rest of The Cutthroat Kids weren’t around.

Laughing out loud, she pressed her shoulder into his in a slight nudge. “Did you want me to flirt?” she asked innocently before stepping back from him. There was no point in trying to explain to this kid that she was just naturally a flirt and did it without thinking. She laughed and offered him her flash. “That’s great because you look like someone that I’d spend my time getting hammered with.” she smirked. Amber wasn’t the type of person that went out of her way to score ganj, but if it was there, she almost never said no.

Amber chuckled and pulled out a cigarette. “You know, I prefer bad ass babe.” she winked before lighting it. “And that makes you my hardcore mother fucker.” she smirked. It was true, he did look pretty hardcore. It looked as though he just didn’t give a shit about what others thought about him, and that was something be respected. “I’m Bambi, by the way.” she said, offering him a hand.

[vempryik]

Jensen held the drug in front of him his other hand underneath his armpit. "Oh hell yeah. My folks got me addicted. My dick of a father, that prick, slipped some of the stuff into my food as a sick little experiment." Jensen sort of half shrugged clearly it didn't bother him. He raised the possession to his lips. "Did I mention I was only ten?" He raised his eyebrows again, taking a drag and immediately blowing out. "They say this shit kills your brain cells. I say they are retards." He went back into the regular position with the hand under the arm holding the blunt. At the first sight of campus security he would be out like a light. Faster than a light, but not faster than a blink.. whatever.

At the speed of light? That made no sense. Jensen listened while trying to keep a certain image. "Campus security in golf carts. Oh my!" Jensen said, commenting the boys in fake blue making a U turn across the way. Jensen felt himself being nudged and he smiled for a second. "I don't know you tell me. I was just minding my own business." Jensen smiled as a joke of sorts. His eyes went back to the golf cart as it pulled away and he smiled downwards not paying attention to them anymore. "Then we should find the crappiest bar in town and get so piss faced it'll be a crime to take a piss."

Now that was a good time. "You could bring along your friends and I'll get mine. Though if you are the bad ass babe that you say your are... now that's just kinky." Jensen smiled at her. He liked being called a bad ass mofo. It filled him with something that he couldn't put a finger on. He noticed the cigarette. He pulled it from her lips and held it in his other hand.

"C'mon. This is kiddie stuff." He handed her the ghandi and place the cigarette between his own lips.

[Amber Keegan]

”Damn.” she said, locking eyes with him. Her joking air suddenly slipped away as the conversation became a little more serious. This kid was making it seem as though it wasn’t a big deal… But it was. She shifted a little uncomfortably and put her hands in her jacket pocket. If he wasn’t affected by it, or didn’t want her to think that he was than she would oblige him. She barely knew the kid. Getting too personal with someone that you barely knew way to fast was never a good idea. Either you developed an amazing connection for about five minutes and they walk away, or they become your bestie and then you’re screwed with them. Well, she’d prefer the best friend thing, but she’d like to check it out a little bit first and see if the kid was a complete and total creep ass.

Laughing, she turned to see the campus security. “Yeah… they’re not really good for anything but eating donuts and telling us to smoke further away from the buildings. I swear, you could be sitting on the ground with a spike in your vein and they’d turn the other cheek.” she said, folding her arms and looking back toward Jensen. Campus security never did anything. If you had drugs on you, there was no reason to hide them; probability was they’d come up and ask for some of it for themselves. After all, this was essentially a party school.

Nodding, she laughed. “Damn right.” she smirked. Of course she wanted to go out to a bar tonight, that’s what she had wanted to do since… well, she woke up this morning. “Care to see who can hold their liquor better?” she grinned deviously. Bambi had been drinking for a long time, and she knew how to hold her liquor. She was confident that she would bring her new found bad ass mofo down.

Stepping back, she eyed him. “What are you afraid that you’re gonna get burned?” she laughed. “I’ll bring my friends, but I must say… I’m disappointed that you aren’t going to take me up on my battle royale.” She placed her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow at him. Bambi was competitive as all shit, but she was nice about it. She was a firm believer in good sportsmanship… But she wasn’t above shit talking. In fact, she believed that was what made the game so much fun.

Accepting the Ganj from Jensen she looked up at him, and smiled. “Well, I would have had some of that if you would have offered it before now.” she said, taking a drag off of it. Holding the smoke there for a moment she squinted at the sun. “So what do I call you? Do I just keep calling you my badass mofo?” she smirked, and exhaled the smoke.

[vempryik]

Jensen would rather not think about it. To much had happened that night and now he had to live with it. Even though it happened like 20 years ago it still gave him nightmares. He didn't even it discuss it with David and they were tight. As tight as brothers could be. Almost. Almost to the point where they hadn't seen each other for a few days. Well, just a few days ago Jensen had been camped up in a motel room with his special bag of life lifter when.. whatever. It was the past. It was all the past and now it made no point to bother him. Only when Jensen stopped to think about it did it make him angry. That was rather common. But now he felt good for once.

"Tell me about it. Those guys aren't worth spit. They are rent-a-cops. Fake police with power." Jensen shook his head, his eyes looking at where the golf cart was moments ago. "Me. I got a problem with all things security. Pigs are everywhere these days." Jensen took a drag off the cigarette and exhaled. There was nothing like a good smoke. He held it between his thumb and pointer at the back. He pointed his face upwards and blew out slowly. "What happens if you smoke near the building? I bet they try to run you over with their golf carts. Fat bastards." Jensen shook his head again in frustration at just talking about them. "Name's Jensen. Most folk call me Radik."

"Honey, I'm always for getting some booze. It's more fun when there's one to insufferably show that I can keep my liquor better without puking or worse." Jensen lightly pushed her shoulder. "Let's see what you got. Fine, don't bring any backup." Jensen walked past her. "Though you are going to need someone to carry you home." There it was again. Bad ass mofo or crazy pot head? Jensen limped forward. Upward and onward then. Upward to the heavens and onward to.. whatever. That made no sense either. "I guess I will drag you out when you collapse in a heap on the floor." He turned his head to the jocks who still seemed to hang around.

"Good god. You guys are like an infection. You're everywhere." Jensen flicked his cigarette at them. They seemed to scatter or go about their business.

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi shook her head and smiled. “Exactly.” She secretly suspected that they all failed out of the police academy and came here because they wanted to have power over something or someone. They were douchebags to say the least. They were most notoriously known for breaking up the parties in the dorms, raiding for drugs and taking them for themselves. It was rather grating to say the least. Hell, if they would just show up and voice that they wanted some, most people would be more than chill with making a few friends on security. That meant that they were less likely to get busted for shit. Turning to look where Jensen was looking she nodded. “They don’t try and run you over. It’s more like they stick their chests out like chickens, and scold you.” she laughed. “The worst that they can do in that situation is report you to the dean, which he does even less than the security, so no one really gives a shit.” She turned back to face him, suddenly very happy that she had found someone else that shared her mentality. Most people on this campus thought that they were full of shit as well, but they never said or did anything about it.

She smirked as he told her his name. Radik. That was way sweeter than ‘Bambi.’ Sticking her hands back in her pockets she crossed her legs at the ankle making herself more comfortable as she stood here and talked with him. “I’m gonna call you ‘Radical Radik’.” she laughed. Giving nicknames was a hobby of hers. There was something about this guy that just kept giving her material for new nicknames. She loved it. This made her all the more determined to go out and drink with him; that was when all of the good shit came out.

Taking another hit off of the blunt, she snorted as he commented that she was going to need someone to carry her home. “Hell, if it means that you’re going to carry me home, I might just pretend that I’m drunk.” she winked and followed him. NO , a lot of people expected her to not be able to control her liquor because of her size, but that was completely false. A vast majority of her life was spent in bars and sneaking into them. Or, at extremely loud and rambunctious house parties. If he thought that she was going to be easy to beat than he was completely delusional.

As they walked past the jocks, she kept her eyes on the ground. Bambi wasn’t a very confrontational person, but she never ran away when one of her friends was going at it. If they needed her to step in, she always wanted to be there, just in case. Her loyalty didn’t go completely to Radical Radik yet, but, it might sometime soon. Jocks here liked to pick on guys that looked like him. Either you were like them, or you were like Bambi; sex, drugs and rock and roll. These kids were future suits. No one respected them.

One of the guys, instead of getting angry with Radik took it upon himself to start heavily staring at Bambi. Feeling a little uncomfortable, she scooted real close to Radik. The kid started making rather rude comments to her and about all of the things he’d like to do with her. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed Radik’s shirt and tugged gently. “Come on, I don’t feel like getting AIDs by association.”

[vempryik]

Jensen didn't like these jocks. They stared. It took Jensen a few seconds not only to adjust to 'Radical Radik' which was completely new but to realize that these idiots were staring at Bambi. Then they began to say things and Jensen just stopped even though Bambi had tugged. "No. Hold on." He said and moved towards the group. "You got something to say?" Jensen moved towards them with his arms out inviting them to take a swing. He wasn't trying to score any new respect as Jensen always found that there was always time to earn that. Instead he was just sticking up and taking revenge for earlier. Jensen moved closer, they didn't budge. One of them stepped forward. Intent on messing Jensen up. Jensen just pretended to go in for a hug.

As he came closer he grabbed the one blocking his path by the kid's backpack and spun him in a circle throwing him onto the ground in front of his friends. "You like getting picked on you little shit?" The other jocks just stared in silence. The one on the ground groaned and stirred. Jensen placed a foot on his back to keep him down. "I said. Anybody got a problem?" No one said anything. Two of them actually stepped forward once again intent on something. Jensen watched them through ready eyes. They came closer with that, "Yeah, we gots a problem." Other than that it was silent. Jensen reached into his pocket and slipped something into the kid's backpack in one of the open slots. He backed up.

"Officer! Officer. This kid has some drugs on him!" Jensen held his hands up while campus police enclosed around them who were actually called to investigate a disturbance. Jensen just got lucky, is all.

He backed up smirking with his tongue out arms up. The campus police took them all down. Jensen wallowed confidently backwards in a half tribute dance. "Good luck getting your mothers to get you back into school. Don't piss your pants now!" Jensen wallowed in a circle waving his hands over his head then leveling them both at chest level and pointing at all those that were being herded away. He was laughing, hysterically. His muscle shirt practically baring all. The jocks still threw curses at him. "What?! Say something now! Say something, I dare you!" Jensen called back. "Good luck getting proper probation. Faggots." Jensen threw his hand up as he turned.

He walked normally back to Bambi content with what he had done and yet sad that he had given away some good stuff and his last. "That shit's not free you know." He commented. Spinning around one more time when shoulder to shoulder with Bambi.

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi attempted to grab him as he took off, but she missed him. Sticking her hands in her pockets, she decided that she would have to wait until either he pulled a karate kid, or until he got his ass handed to him. Because of the fact that she did have a few more violent friends she knew there was no point in trying to talk them out of it, so it would be better to just sit back and let it all happen. Getting upset and getting worried really didn’t do anything for the situation either. If they got hurt… well, there was always a hospital near by.

She attempted to push thoughts of how small he was in comparison to these guys out of her head. Just because you were small didn’t mean that you didn’t know how to hold your own. She knew this, yet she was still worried. Clicking her heal against the concrete, she made a disgusted face as one of the jocks blew a kiss at her. That was anything but cool. Why didn’t these kids just like… go choke and die or something? It wasn’t simply the fact that they were jocks, it was just the way that they carried themselves. Egos were only meant to be on rock stars. At least, that was her opinion.

Radical Radik was in the middle of getting into these guys faces. At first, it seemed like the kids were all push and no shove. They just looked at him as though he had sprouted eight extra heads. Yeah, no one would expect someone Radik’s side to be taking on a whole group of them but if they were going to be douchebags they might as well back up their asshole-ish tendencies. Then again, that could have just been the fact that Bambi had no respect for people that did that sort of thing. She never wanted Radik to get hurt.

A part of her wondered this was really over her, or whether there was some kind of personal vendetta against these kids. Radik kept asking if there was a problem. She was waiting for someone to make a smartass comment, but one never came. That was around the time that she realized that one had to have more than three brain cells to make a smart ass comment. Biting back a laugh, she watched as the verbal brawl continued.

Radik looked as though he was going to hug a kid for a moment. Bambi arched her eyebrow, and leaned back watching intently. What exactly was he playing at? Instead of hugging the kid, he spun him around by his book bag. Pressing her hand against her lips, she attempted to stifle a chuckle, but to little avail. That was absolutely hysterical in her mind for some reason. There was no point trying to describe it, she might as well accept it for what it was; funny. Then she noticed Jensen sticking something in the kids back pack.

She wanted to run over and grab it out of the kids bag when she realized what it was. Dammit! Radik! Good ganj man! She shook her head, and sat back as he called campus security. Smirking, she wrapped her arm around Radik’s waist as the security came. “It most definitely is not free, but no one said you had to stick all of the Ghandi in there.” she smirked. “Thanks for dealing with those fuck tards.” She didn’t want to inform him that she had class with quite a few of them, and that things were only going to get worse from here on out. It was the thought that counted, and he actually stood up for her. It was nice to have someone do it for you every once in a while.

[vempryik]

Jensen wanted to go back and actually punch one in the face instead of all this hide and seek shit. This was not Jensen's week. Two bags of good shit was not lost. Shucks. Well at least all of them were now being hustled away save for a few of them. Half of Jensen was wishing that they would come at him. He felt like busting a few faces in. But the other half knew it would be insane for the fact they tackled dudes for a reason. A smirk creased Jensen's lips. They tackle dudes for fun. Gay-y. Really gay. Extremely gay. All of the above. Jensen turned around and started to walk properly. "It's time to get my drink on." He knew of the stares looking at him as he passed. He didn't make much of them. They were just stares after all.

He did turn around and walk backwards again trailing some of the students gazes. Some of them were friendly while others not so much. It was all the same. Though in return he was smiling broadly as if he was finding something amusing. Coming to a walk again he found himself stepping over the spaces in the sidewalk. Counting in his head how many cracks there were. Something he did often. "They were a bunch of tards weren't they? You okay? No emotional trauma or anything?" Jensen turned Bambi around and studied her quickly giving off that he was just messing with her.

"I don't see anything wrong. Still as gorgeous as always."

Jensen let her go and continued walking.

[Amber Keegan]

Laughing, Bambi shoved him lightly in the shoulder. “Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?” she asked, winking. “After all, it must be frightening to be looking at a crowd full of ogres.” She stuck out her tongue to show that she was joking. It wasn’t as though she making fun of him for being tiny; in fact, she was commending him for doing what he just did given the size differential. Yup, Bambi adored Radical Radik, that was for sure. The kid was pretty amazing in her opinion. Well, that was based on the opinion that was based off of what little she knew about him.

She blushed a little as he commented that she was gorgeous. Hiding it as best as she could, she grinned. “Thanks, but gorgeous is stretch.” she teased. “I’ll take hot, I’ll take sexy, I’ll take… cute, but, I think gorgeous is a little over the top.” She winked at him before bumping hips with him. “You on the other hand, you’re gorgeous.” she smirked before stuffing her hands back in her pockets. “Skinny boys with a limp are my type.” she teased. Bambi couldn’t seem to control her urge to flirt; at least, not with this kid. Then again, he did make her feel relatively comfortable.

Bambi wasn’t the kind of girl that went hunting for relationships or even just a quick hook up. It had been a while since that had happened. But, she did like to make out with those that she adored. Probability was that she would end up playing tonsil hockey with Radik tonight, but she didn’t really care. It sounded like a great deal of fun to her. Keeping up with him, she pulled her jacket tighter around herself and looked over at Radik. How in the hell was he so warm?

[vempryik]

"Don't get me wrong. Ogres are frightening in every way. I find attacking their egos works exceptionally well." Jensen said. Still stepping over the cracks and counting in his head. "It's still frightening though. The way they move and etc." The good thing was Jensen didn't have to look over his shoulder.

Jensen half danced his way over the cracks. Even though to him it was considered walking.. it looked like he was waiting to pounce on something. His hands in front of him as if he were walking a tightrope. "Naw. I am not at all." He looked to be busy dodging cracks. But the tone in his voice showed evidence that he was being genuine. "I think I might be walking next to angel." Jensen stood up straight. "True story." He would voice his thoughts but thought better of it. He had already caused too much chaos on the campus for today.

"If you like my limp you should see my strut." Jensen smiled. "It's bad ass." Of course, he never perfected his pimp walk.

[Amber Keegan]

Bambi nodded and kept her hands in her pockets. She remained beside him as they walked, but kept a safe enough distance that if he tried to do anything fancy while walking that he wouldn’t pummel her. Taking her hand out of her pocket to run it through the hair that wasn’t covered by her hat, she smirked. “Ego popping is very effective. Especially when they don’t do anything that warrants having an ego.” she looked over at him, as she stuffed her hands in her jacket pockets. “I’m sorry, but they play with balls… That’s uh… something that I do on a regular basis, yet I don’t have an ego because of it.”

Looking over at Radik she smirked. “An angel? Well, thank you, but that would be the first time that I was ever called that.” she laughed. Generally, goodness wasn’t something that she was associated with. To her, demons were a fuck of a lot hotter than angels. It must have been rather grating having to be nice all of the time. Something told her that Radik was a little bit of a player. That was fine. She wasn’t the type of girl to give up her heart easily, nor was she one that actively pursued relationships. A hook up on the other hand? Obviously.

Laughing she turned and looked at Radik, “You should show me your strut then.” she teased. “Come on! If it’s so much better than your limp you have got to show me. It might make me swoon!” She pressed her hand to her chest in faux sincerity. “Besides, no one likes a tease.” she winked.