[OPEN] come back and sit right down.

[monroe owen hughes]

"We have a water park for kiddies like you." He said seriously, turning back to him. His stomach flipped and he pretended to be interested in the surprisingly hot pretzel guy.

"Unless you're talking about doing people. In which case you'd have better luck upstairs by Spencers. Girls look for hot tatted, pierced guys up there more than the kiddy bop store you happen to be standing by." He pointed up to the store sign, looking up as Harper said she had to go run and get something. "Bring me back a post card." He said, forgetting what he was going to tell her, her eyes obviously unintentionally bright and yellow.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain's lips curled when she came out, and he sneered softly. Yawning, he shrugged. "Maybe I don't want a girl." Another smirk, and he blew another bubble, sucking back into his mouth again. He raised an eyebrow, eyes gleaming intentionally. "Even if somebody didn't want me I could have them in a moment," He murmured, and again the light left his eyes.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Then why were you making out with one?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. When his eyes lit, he couldn't help feeling drawn to him. He tore his eyes away, chewing on his lip.

"You don't have to lure people in. You're hot enough to get whoever you want without trying." He mumbled, reaching down to fix his shoe. He leaned back up, watching Harper walk upstairs. Even from far away, she had eyes on her.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain shrugged. "Why not? I had my chance, I took it.. Could always take it with a hot guy, too." He traced a finger over his jaw, then drew back. He glanced around, groaned. "Everybody's so boring," He complained. He scratched at his neck thoughtfully, popped the last gumball into his mouth, looking ready to leave. He was losing interest in bothering this guy, no matter his good looks.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just raised his eyebrow again, could still feel his fingers on his jaw. "Maybe you could. But I bet you won't. I think you're too much of a chicken." Monroe teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He tilted his head in question, figuring he could play this game just as much as he could. If anything, he would end up being another one night stand. Or dead. 'The way he acts, he's a whore.' He thought, running his tongue along the bottom of his teeth.

"You're like everyone else, aren't you? All bark and no bite. You see a hot guy or a hot girl and you want them. And they want you back, right? Most of the time, hm?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

"That's where you're wrong," He murmured. "I'm no chicken. But of course they want me, especially if I want them to," Eyes briefly began to glow again then it faded. He smirked. "I've been here less than a day babe, I'm in no hurry to settle down, but what can I say? A little dirt don't hurt." He stepped back, arms trapping Monroe against the wall, breath hot along his neck and jaw, breath smelling like his green apple gum. He kissed slowly up along his jaw. "Something wrong darlin'?" He drawled. "Afraid of a new face? Competition?"

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe closed his eyes, his hands going to the guy's hips. He slipped his fingers into his belt loops, tugging him forward. "Oh, trust me. I can handle competition. I've fucked half this town already." Granted, it had been mostly by force, especially on Lucas. "But if you need a start, apple jack, that girl over there who seems to think you're the hottest thing on this side of the mall? She's one of the best girls I've laid." He rocked his hips slowly, pulling Zain's hips closer.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain kissed slowly down to his neck as he listened, rocking his hips with equal motion. He scoffed. "And you blame me for going after girls, hm?" He ran his tongue up his neck, hands pressing his shoulders back against the wall. He didn't care that they were right in the middle of the mall where they could be seen, kissed him hungrily on the lips. After a moment he forced them open, tongue curling over Monroe's teeth. He hadn't even learned his name, smirked faintly.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe just smirked. "Of course I am." He breathed. He met the kiss with a whimper, rocking his hips teasingly slow. He groaned at the pressure on his shoulders, couldn't help but be turned on by it. But what wasn't turning him on about the guy?

He tipped his head to the side, slipping his hands just inside the back of his shirt to dig his nails into his back, pulling him closer. He was determined that two could play this game. And if he had to draw blood, he would. His tongue found the guy's, tracing over it slowly as his nails dug further into his back.

[zain marshal rhoston]

At the feeling of nails, Zain dug his own into the guy's shoulders, grip tightening daringly. He groaned just faintly, tongue curling along the other male's. He pulled his hands back and slipped them up his shirt, forcing it up as he found his upper chest, nails dragging down his torso agonizingly slow.