Unlike Evelyn’s moving nature, Connor just sat there, stiff as a rock on the bench. He didn’t know how to respond to her when she said that. Oh well, he’ll just pay when she’s not looking then. The two hundred-dollar bills he had were already tempting to be used.
Soon enough the bus pulled up. She sat there on her phone, but hopped up with almost too much energy and immediately paid, and got on at the very back, sitting right up against the wall, and stared out at the city. Here, she looked again completely different, as the street lights flashed against her as she watched out the window. She looked dream like almost, caught in the magic of the city. She looked at the world through many different eyes and aspects just varying from moment to moment.
Connor was sat beside her, looking at her rather than the view. Once again, a weird feeling built up inside him. There was something about her… he wasn’t sure if it was her active nature or her sociopathic tendencies which made her somewhat attractive to him. It was a complex thing even for him to comprehend. He looked down at her hand and, without even asking, took her hand in his with a small smile under his mask.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he murmured, still looking at her hand as he spoke.
She blushed, the cherry hues making her ears even tinted, and she smiled. "Not at all. Your hands are soft and delicate, like a pianists. Thin and nimble. Someone with fingers like that are crafty, whether they be a seamstress, violinist, painter or even possibly a writer. Not workers hands, caked with blood and rough from using a wooden handled kitchen knife, which I've seen some people have in our rare trade. It's definitely very interesting. You're not a prey and predator like some. You're more…cat and mouse. Or see it as just another form of art, just like skulpting. You're skillful. I like that. Someone to clean up the lines of my otherwise clumsy nature." She giggled, and very nearly kissed his cheek, starting to lean towards him. She then caught herself and in a quick move put her head on his shoulder. She then adjusted her wig, reached up, and booped him with her middle finger, before she let her eyes return to staring out at the rushing city.
Connor listened quietly to what she had to say. She did have taste and he liked that. Funny how the hatred he had for her when she utterly ruined his nearly perfect execution was completely gone. He eyed her when she leaned on his shoulder, a grin forming beneath the mask he wore. She was just like him after all. Another young and sly soul looking for a place to belong. Well… maybe this was the place he belonged.
With his free hand, he reached up to his mask and took it off. He found himself looking at her as she rested on him for a while before he let out a soft smirk. His head moved forward slightly as he gave her a quick, and possibly a surprise, peck on her forehead.
She jolted a bit, caught off guard. "Hey! I'm supposed to be the tease that flusters people! How dare you table the turns on me!" (Me? Make a The Office reference? Noooo). She pouted a bit, now glaring up at him, the softly poetic moment having passed as quick as it had arrived, as she sat up, eyebrows knitting together. She was really hard to take serious when she puffed out her cheeks like that and planted her free hand on her hip in frustration. "That's unfair. And cruel. That's my job. Well, a lot of it anyways. You…you don't get to make me all shy and quiet like that! It's mean." Obviously this wasn't true, but she was feisty. Feisty and unused to being docile, or made to be gentle like that. Strangely she felt comfortable around him, like he wouldn't hurt her even if he had just tried to kill her moments earlier. She'd have to be careful, before she went falling in love.
Connor let out a soft chuckle at her words. It was immediately clear to him that she wasn’t showing truth in her words. Some may say it’s annoying how she doesn’t speak her heart but he found it quite adorable for some reason. She was in denial that she felt something… and he wanted her to accept the fact.
“Oh for god’s sake, learn to shut up for once…” he said as if he was annoyed but that expression immediately changed when his hand found her chin and lifted it up gently as he leaned down quickly to bite her on her lips softly. His other hand still rest on her hand. It clenched a bit as if he was saying he didn’t want her to go away.
After a short moment, his lips parted from hers as he opened his eyes, whispering—
“…or else I’ll have to shut it for you every now and then…” —with a grin.
She blushed and pressed down the small little whimper that seemed to escape her throat a bit. She then pulled away. "No. Deal with it. I'm quiet when I want and need to be. Which is not now. And if it pisses you off? Bonus points in my book." She then took a shallow breath, slipped her out from in his, and planted both of them on either slide of his face. She took this moment to stare into his red eyes, before leaning in and kissing him softly, gently, then pulled away. "I've decided you have another nickname. Dracula, or Vampire."
He closed his eyes when she kissed him and although he wasn’t sure if she liked him that much, he knew for a fact that at least she didn’t fully dislike him otherwise this whole excursion would not have taken place. It was hard to stop himself from kissing her when the scenery was this perfect, a midnight ride to a diner. What a scene. When his lips parted from hers, his eyes fluttered open with a small smile. His face which was mostly enveloped in the shadows of the bus’ roof was showing a blushing tone.
“Vampire works…” he answered and noticed that they were arriving at the stop they needed to get down at.
“Let’s go… we can talk about this later on…” he mentioned with a small smile which was soon covered by his mask.
"You shouldn't hide such a sharp smile. It's clever, I like it." She got up and hopped off the bus, and then turned down the street, the opposite direction the bus was driving, and then rounded a corner. She was humming, a happy glow to her face as she nearly skipped along, a lot happier with how the night had gone. She was surprised by this flurry and everything, not that she minded or anything. It was beautiful out, with all the stars seeming to shine extra bright just for her, and she had found a new lover. Someone who seemed like they could handle her. Her days going forward were going to be much different, she could tell.
Connor followed her as she walked down the dimly lit street. He stayed just steps behind her, watching her be herself. The once annoying girl he was trying to kill just earlier in the day… took his first kiss and he wasn’t mad about it. There was something about her which made his heart beat unnecessarily fast whenever she’s around. And he knew it wasn’t lust. He would’ve left it at that if he found out about his own emotions. Eventually, he stopped walking for a short moment, looking up at the moon which showed itself to be quite beautiful this wonderful night. Perhaps… he’ll drink just a bit on this special occasion. He continued to follow her, wondering where this diner was.
After a few more streets, they arrived. The sidewalk was cracked, and the lights inside were a little dim inside. The lettering was white and sort of cartoonish. 'Grandma's Homecooked Diner. The taste of memories!' Was what it read on the billboard right in the parking lot of the diner. Evelyn raced forward, and then behind some trashcans. "WAIT THERE!" She grabbed a bag from behind there, one carefully marked, and after about 10 minutes, came out with her wig off, bright pink hair now a mess. She stepped out in a pair of dark blue jeggings, and a black and white stripped t-shirt, and a plain black jacket. "I have little clothes pockets around town. Always a good thing to have." She nodded, her previous outfit stuffed in the string backpack, which now sat on her shoulders. She then raced inside, and waited patiently at the pedestal thingie to be seated, rocking on her heels.
Connor was surprised when she went somewhere but he didn’t question it. When she came back, he nodded and turned to the diner, walking inside with her. Albeit, he wasn’t usually treated to this kind of restaurant before… mostly because his payment was a considerable amount and that he lived somewhere more urban than around here. He didn’t complain though. A change of scenery was always nice. He waited beside Evelyn, instinctively slipping his hand into hers with fingers intertwined. He held her hand firmly in his, afraid of letting go.
Up came a woman with silver blue-gray hair, put up in a messy bun. She wore makeup but that didn't make it very good looking, and had a large mole on her cheek. "Why hi there sugar cubes! Sunny, how is your mother?" The woman spoke with a heavy southern drawl. "She's doing well Lucy. Happy that a lot of us have moved out and she took a break." "You on a date then?" Evelyn nodded again, and the lady gave a cheeky grin. "Then I'll get ya lovely lovebirds a booth in the back, where the lights are low, by the big window. Don't go gettin' into too much funny business, ya hear? Or I'll have to tell your mother." Evelyn laughed and followed as the woman grabbed some menu's and rolls of silverware, and walked off towards the back. Evelyn then began to explain to Conner. "Like I said earlier, my uncle owns this diner, and so me and my mom come here a lot. They're like a mini-family."
Connor nodded to her explanation though his mind was more fixed on something she agreed with earlier. Date…? So they were technically on a date now… good to know. He smiled under his mask again, averting his eyes and trying not to look at Evelyn just in case it made him blush.
“I assume they don’t know about your ex…?” He asked quietly as he looked around the place. The decor was something he wasn’t used to but… he was opening up to new things.
"Him? All he wanted to do was fuck and watch movies. Basically. Oh he'd go out, but only if I promised some form of pleasure afterwards. Normal men are gross." She shrugged and sat down in the booth, and scootched in. "I'll get him eventually. Tonight just, wasn't the night. Oh well. I'd rather spend my night with you instead of worrying about him anyways." She then completely turned off her phone and set it on the table, then put her face in the palm of one of her hand, the other opening up the menu lazily and looking through it, having let go of him once she sat down.
Connor sat down on the opposite side of the table, looking through the menu with somewhat tired eyes. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had his evening coffee or energy drink yet. That was a mistake on his part. Whatever, it wasn’t like he was going to need it anyways.
“What would you like to eat?” He asked, taking off his mask and pursing his lips together once.
"I'm getting biscuits and gravy, with a tall glass of raspberry iced tea. It's sooo good here. Oh and there's coffee and stuff here." She commented,noticing his tired expression. "I'd get ribs, which are amazing here,but maybe if I was wearing a different shirt,and you weren't here. I wouldn't want to embarrass myself or get any on you… speaking of getting stuff on you. Dark red lipstick really brings out your eyes." She said with a giggle,commenting on the kiss from earlier.
Connor eyed her for a moment at the last comment before he realized what she was referring to and ended up smiling instead. He looked back up at her.
“I don’t mind getting more lipstick on me after this meal…” he spoke softly as he went through the menu.
“I think I’ll get the ribs myself. Of course, I don’t mind a few stains here and there.” He mentioned with the widest and warmest smile he’s given all day long.
She blushed heavily, and turned away, responding as she stared out the window. She did this to distract herself from the fire spreading along her cheeks once more, hoping that if she did so, it would stop. "Good choice." Was all she could respond with, and even then her voice cracked at the word 'choice' out of embarrassment. She internally hated being embarrassed, but love making other people flustered. Soon she turned her mind to mentally planning out how to get revenge.
(Don't forget about Crystal! You've gotta pick a prompt. Or a few. I don't mind mashing em together. And if you've got any ideas for the rp, I'm always up to hear them)
(Ah, right! Sorry! Give me a sec while I look at them)
He noticed how she was getting flustered just by his words. Guess he had something else that he was good at other than murdering people. Well, she couldn’t really blame him. He did want to get revenge on her tearing his plan down to shreds earlier in the day. His mind wandered somewhere he did not dare think yet which caused his cheeks to turn red as well. No no no, he wasn’t going to give in to his desires for he knew that they were there just because he was with a woman he had an interest in… well, maybe that was enough of a reason…
She puffed out her cheeks and continued her glowering, when Lucy came over. "Hey there sugar cube." She tapped Evelyn's shoulder, making her jump. "You alright?" Evelyn huffed. "He won't stop embarrassing me." "Oh well then you're fine. What would ya like to drink?" "I'll take a raspberry iced tea." Lucy then looked over at Conner. "And you, what would ya like?"
Connor looked over to Lucy with a smile and a nod.
“I’ll have lemon tea if that’s available,” he answered. His eyed then shifted back to Evelyn.
“Low sugar, if that’s alright. I think I already have enough levels of sweetness from this person across from me,” he spoke with a very wide grin with closed eyes.
“Right?”
"Conner if you don't hush up, I'll stab you with the steak knife they give you with the ribs." She said, all angry and riled up. Lucy reached over and flicked Evelyn on the forehead. "Now you stop that. He's being sweeter than honey. And honey attracts flies faster than vinegar." "Exactly Lucy. He's not a fly. He's a sly cat. And those types like a challenge. Something they have to chase. Only giving him what he likes." The old lady shook her head. "Lighten up a bit, cornflower. Are you two ready to eat as well?" "One. No Lucy. I've never lightened up. If he can't handle me he can go. I don't care. Broken hearted or not I'll carry on. And two, yes I am. I'll have the biscuits and gravy and he'll have the ribs." Lucy nodded, and wrote down the whole order. "They'll be here in a jiffy, just sit tight. And be nice." She then walked off and Evelyn sat there, kicking her legs back and forth a bit boredly, still simmering over all the sweet words he just said.