[Closed] Cat Got Your Tongue?

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory followed her inside, ordering his sub and taking his cup to the soda machine, filling it with Pepsi. Slinking after her, he slid into the booth across from her and unwrapped his sanwhich, taking a bite as he listened to her talk. Washing it down with his drink, he leaned back and cleared his throat.

"Nothing, really. I kinda play in a band. Usually go see what trouble I can get into." He smirked. "I can say I'm a helluva good graffiti artist though. Ever see the initials CKC on any big randomly painted mirals or shit, that's me." He licked his lips thoughtfully. "And, for money, I street race at night sometimes.."

[kylie ann kennard]

"Hmm.. I don't usually stay in town on my off days, so I wouldn't see any graffiti," Kylie shrugged, sipping on her drink. She mostly went out into the woods or the lake taking photos of anything she sees. Plus she likes the quiet more than the buzz of the town on the weekends. "What do you play in the band? Or do you sing?" She asked, not sure of what to talk about. She wasn't one who talked about herself much.

Hell, what did she have to say about herself besides that she was a pirate. And when people found that out they start treating her as a criminal. Some of the staff at the school knew, but they didn't treat her different. There wasn't anything good to take at the school anyway. And the ones who knew, she never invovled an 'out of school' relationship with them. She never had much luck with relationships. One thing her dad taught her young was, 'fall in love and you'll die', ever since then she advoided growing close to people.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory shrugged. "I sing sometimes. But usually I annoy them enough without my voice." He smirked almost ferally, tugged the drumsticks hanging out of his back pocket and tossed them on the table. "'M a drummer," He huffed bluntly, biting into his sub before stretching some.

He felt something else hanging out of his pocket, the corner of a ziploc bag, and he shoved it back in absently.

[kylie ann kennard]

The sound of drumsticks hitting against the table seeped into the ears of Kylie. Her eyes turned from the sub to the drumsticks and then back. No longer hungry, sje placed the sub down on the paper it had been wrapped it. She quickly folded the paper around it and looked over at Corey. "That's nice.. Music's a good way to express yourself," Her eyes shifted from his facial hair to his eyes and then down to the table.

It had been a long day, Kylie was growing bored. Her energy level kicked into high gear. Her leg twitched, waiting for something to happen. "Ya'll actually play gigs, right? It's not just some garage band?"

[cory krysher christoper]

"We play shit on weekends 'round here, but we're not like, signed or nothin'." Shrugging, he stretched a bit, shirt riding up some, revealing the faint trace of hair down from beneath his belly button.

Tugging his shirt down, he took a sip of soda.

[kylie ann kennard]

Kylie rolled her shoulders, and relaxed back in her chair. "That's cool. I wouldn't be able to play an instrument to save my life." A giggle or two escaped across her lips, and her hand brushed across her cheek, feeling the warmness of blood rushing to one spot to make them rosey pink, then it swept through her hair, moving the bangs from her eyes.

"I'm pretty good at taking pictures though," An innocent smile passed her lips. She crossed her legs, not sure if he was ready to go or not. She was ready to go anywhere. Kylie wasn't the type to stay in one place to long.