Going crazy

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen To me, the conversation is interesting. Interesting in how it is formulated. It is moving to and from certain topics, onto new ones and over old ones. It is quickly doing so, but it is, and I notice. "No, not really." It is strange, or maybe it isn't, how suddenly I'm not convinced. I have no problem with it, though. "I though me and Kyanite could work but ...I'm not sure that I could work out with any girl. If not her then who?" What are you trying to tell me here Matthew? I hide my thoughts of strangeness about the topic, and allow him to continue. "How do you do it? How do you get into a chicks brain?" He asks. "I guess I just commit myself. I make sure I spend time with her," I look at him, copying his weird half-smile again, mockingly saying; "or him." I pause briefly after laughing. After he asked about my cousin, and I answered, he follows my reply; "I've heard stories like that before. Seems to happen more in the lower districts. i can see why those poor buggers would run away." He's right, it's just awful elsewhere. But here? I don't understand Joe's motives. "I'm worried for him." Matthew tells me of the wanderer that he encountered, ending with "Gay as well.." My face looks utterly unconvinced. I can tell it is the drink that is making him say things like this, but why? I'm just curious now. If he's going to say something, he'd best just say it. I laugh awkwardly at it, as if it were a joke but I'm not sure whether I should laugh. "What did the peace keepers say? Did you report him missing?" "I haven't heard anything from the Peacekeepers, and my family are afraid that reporting him missing will spur investigation, meaning trouble for anybody related. If he has done something, telling the Peacekeepers could get him caught. And us getting caught not telling them can have us charged with helping him by not telling..." I sound as though I only just understood what I had said. I do it a lot, I over complicate things and somehow get through the sentence. I take another drink, the glass almost finished at last. I look at him, figuring him out. I'm still unconvinced.

[Jack Lexington]

Every now and then I feel Tyrens eyes bore into me, which I find a little awkward. But then my thoughts trail off due to my drunken state. Why do I feel like such a failure when I crushed the guy, who is now sitting in front of me? He doesn't looks so defeated nor does he care that it was me, who beat him. Why do I harbor such bad feelings about my last fight rather than accepting that I won two? I'm not sure but it doesn't change.

My attention is back to Tyren when he answers my question."I guess I just commit myself. I make sure I spend time with her or him." There's that strange look again. Did he just say 'or him'? "You've been with a guy?" My brow is knitted as I try to picture him like that. Usually that thought would gross me out but today I'm too drunk. So I follow that image.
Suddenly the bottom of my beer glass seems very interesting as I blush at the thought. Quickly I down the rest making my alcohol balance two beers and a shot. Good.
"I haven't heard anything from the Peacekeepers, and my family are afraid that reporting him missing will spur investigation, meaning trouble for anybody related. If he has done something, telling the Peacekeepers could get him caught. And us getting caught not telling them can have us charged with helping him by not telling..."
"I understand where you're coming from." I'm sort of in the same position when it comes to Jins. I want to know whether he's a live and might be going after Ky but I don't want to tip anybody of to what I did.
"But what if he's become the victim of a crime or has been detained? Wouldn't it be helpful if the pks knew? Have you searched for him? I could help you once I'm a little more mobile."
For some reason I feel like I should make up for what I did to him. The fact that he's responsible for two limp fingers doesn't bother me as much as that I almost killed him.

"We need more beer." I wave for the waitress but she doesn't see me so I get up slowly to hobble to the bar. Only now do I notice how unstable I've already become due to the alcohol. I stand still for a moment to gain my balance before I order two more beers and place some cash on the counter.
"Really, kid?" The barkeeper lowers his voice and shakes his head. "Not a good idea."
I scowl at him and ask him. "What's your problem, man. Just two more."
"Last two." He lets me know and motions for me to sit back down. "I'll bring them to you before you drop the last ones on the floor."

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "You've been with a guy?" The truth is, no, but even if I had I probably wouldn't flaunt it like a medal. I specified both men and women simply because they are both possibilities, though I do find women more attractive. "Nah." I state simply, not wanting to develop on my answer. I don't want him to get the wrong impression. I sit here with a dazed buzz from the effects of alcohol - the water was actually vodka, and the shot kind of topped off the affect. "But what if he's become the victim of a crime or has been detained? Wouldn't it be helpful if the pks knew? Have you searched for him? I could help you once I'm a little more mobile." That's true. He could easily have been. We'd be sitting here doing nothing about it whilst Joe is out there being hurt or being stupid. "I appreciate the thought, but we searched for hours over days. It's just... Been so hard losing somebody so quickly." I feel the drink pour around my head. Tears seem to be a common visitor when I've drank alcohol, as if they were to only appear when my eyes are weakest. They linger in my eye but don't leave. I feel my face seem saddened, frustrated. "I mean, he could be dead right now and I'd not know." My speech may slur from time to time due to the drink, but I mean the words as much as I am saying them. "I..." I have no words left. "I don't wanna talk about it." Matthew gets up, hobbling over to the counter. I reflect on the closeness that our fight had. If I hadn't missed throughout the whole fight, I would have left with more life and with more win. But the fact is, I would have lost to Mark anyway. I would have taken too much emotion into the fight, and it would have crushed me mentally and he would have crushed me physically. Either way, I learned my lesson. "So... I signed up to this thing." I mention. The drunk me lets this go without filtering it of the details. "It's a Peacekeeper Academy, designed to train Peacekeepers." Duh. I'm so drunk. "I want to go train people to fight. In the Capitol preferably." I'm not sure how he will take the news. It isn't that I love the Capitol and want to lick President Snow's boots every morning, it is that I have a distinct admiration and skill for fighting in itself. I've proven I can return from a loss, I've proven that I have the diligence to get up after being knocked so far down. It is a possibility.

[Jack Lexington]

What he tells me about his cousin sounds very desperate. That they searched for days, that nobody knows what happened to him. That this dear, loved person simply vanished and could be dying as we speak. His posture and expression clearly shows how much he's hurting so we let the topic go without any pathetic apology from my side.
It wouldn't help if I tell him "I'm sorry to hear this." So I don't.

Instead we focus on our drinks for a while and don't say a lot.
Finally he tells me that he signed up to become a peace keeper. Possibly in the Capitol."
"Wha...?" My jaw drops open. There's a large part of the population who thinks that peace keepers are self righteous bastards while other believe in them and their goodness.
"really?" Didn't think you were the type.
peace keepers have to love the Capitol and be the military type.
"Truth be told I'd be a better PK than you...if I obeyed the rules more." I can be very focused on a task.
Instead of questioning his love for the Capitol I ask. "Do they pay well?"
Then I drink a sip to add. "Thank goodness I have a job already. I work for my dads engineering firm. Otherwise I might just join you on that adventure."
That answer is pathetic considering somebody might be running my name through some pk computer right now for the assault on Jins.

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "Wha...?" He seems surprised. I'm not sure why. Maybe he expected me not to like the Capitol anymore, or maybe he doesn't think I'm strong enough. "Truth be told I'd be a better PK than you...if I obeyed the rules more." I feels out of place to think of Matt saying something like that. I expect him to be supportive considering that's all I have been. I can feel myself reacting to this without meaning to, just a little bit of irritation in my face is all. "Do they pay well?" To be honest, I'm not even sure. I mean, I don't need to know. It's not like I would have a family since the enlisting time is twenty years without any kind of interaction such as romantic relationships and such. It is something I'm going to try, and hopefully along the way I can get in touch with some trainers. The Capitol wouldn't employ Capitolites to train the Tributes, I know that. They must have the stronger ones, maybe even past victors. I just want it so bad right now. "Dunno, really." I reply with a bluntness. "Thank goodness I have a job already. I work for my dads engineering firm. Otherwise I might just join you on that adventure." He should, he knows he should. He should come along, try it out and we'll see where it gets us. "Engineering? A guy like you?" I don't see it, I can barely imagine it. It can only be true for so long, he'll need and want an escape sooner or later. "No need boring yourself with that life, try something different." I can tell my drink has had another kind of affect - I am pushy, eager to make people be influenced. I don't like it, but I don't have the awareness to change it. Strangely, I find myself thinking about Joe, Alba and Alex yet again. For the millionth time. This time it is different, though. This time I feel an eagerness, starvation and drive to find Joe. It's the drink, pushing at my adrenaline and anger. I want the team back, I want us all together again as the four rather than the three. It's just not the same. But how? How can we even get him back? I know exactly what I'm doing when I leave this place. I'm going to look for him again. But I'm not just going anywhere, I'm going to the Hall of Justice. I can't sit back knowing he could be in there. (ooc: Totally got a plot ready for that ^ )

[Jack Lexington]

Tyren scowls at me when I tell him I'd be a better peace keeper. What really interests me is the money though and he can't answer that. "How can you not know how much they pay if you go through all that bullshit training and brainwashing?" Maybe I should lower my voice.
"It's what I heard...sorry if I'm shitting on your dream, Ty. But seriously, why a pk? You could be a professional trainer here." Now the roles are reversed. I'm trying to tlak him out of it for some reason.

"Engineering? A guy like you?" I hear him say and look up from my coaster to scratch my now almost bare head. Damn, I miss my long hair.
"Yeah, why not? Do you think I'm some tool or something? I graduated a year early from high school." Oh, the booze has me bragging.

But Tyren keeps working on me. "No need boring yourself with that life, try something different."
"It's not boring. It's interesting. What the fuck man?" Did I really just say that? Being my fathers boy for all the stupid work that's left over when the big boys are done is interesting?
I'm so drunk! Yet I drink more but suddenly choke on a gulp because I start laughing hard.
"No, you're right it's boring as hell."
The floor beneath my feet seems to be somewhere out on the ocean because it's moving slowly back and forth...or is it me?
"When does your thing start? You gotta know when can kiss your freedom goodbye!"

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "How can you not know how much they pay if you go through all that bullshit training and brainwashing?" Urr... He's talking me out of it. I don't want talked out, I want encouraged. I want to do it because it's better for me than training people to be better killers. My brows are dense with the options weighed against me. I shouldn't be a Peacekeeper really. But the training will help. It isn't mandatory to become a Peacekeeper afterwards, I don't think. If it is, then I'm screwed, but either way - I can at least prove to myself I am strong enough for it. "It's not boring. It's interesting. What the fuck man?" His reaction amuses me a little. 'What the fuck man?' It's friend talk, even though it's only happening because he's drunk. It's a bit scary when he swears like that, I don't know why. It's a seriousness behind him that could probably scare you if you had reason to be scared - I don't, thankfully. His laugh snaps it out of me though. "No, you're right it's boring as hell." "When does your thing start?You gotta know when can kiss your freedom goodbye!" Damn. The mocking isn't helping me decide. "You can still get lucky during training." I laugh a little. "It's when you actually become a proper peacekeeper that you stop getting all the fun." I pause. "I'm not sure whether I'll become a peacekeeper, but the qualifications will help in the future. I'm pretty sure the Capitol won't employ some District Two wannabee trainer." I think I'm right. I'm not sure, I can't be sure. I can't really decide in this state. Plus, there's Joe that's still on my mind, worrying me. I can't tell Matt this, but being a Peacekeeper trainee may get me into the Justice Building.

[Jack Lexington]

"You can still get lucky during training." I hear him laugh but it doesn't sound very self assured.
"Get lucky? Get laid, you mean?" Now it's me laughing. "Yeah by some other hairy cadette who's name is Butch." I'm almost pissing my pants at the thought. Maybe it's time to stop drinking.
"One more beer." I holler over into the general direction of the bar but they might not hear me over the noise in here.
"And once your a real pk all the fun is done? No wonder they're so aggressive."
Says the guy who is the epidemy of a lack of self controll and lack of girl experience. But Tyren doesn't need to know that.
"Do they even take archers? I thought pks are using sticks, tasers and handcuffs." This is actually a valid thought for a change.

"The Capitol...I wonder what it's like. Looks marvelous on TV. Maybe one day...when you and me are peace keepers." Ha, again I laugh out loud at my own sarcasm. At least I can forget about the darn pregames for a moment.
"So you think they"ll train you and then you can still say no?"

Somewhere deep in the back of my head just underneath that scar that Mark left there I'm starting to contemplate quitting the career program as well.

Soon the "very last beer" arrives and I grab the waitresses hand and hold it looking deep into her eyes.
"Thank you so much. I will eb forever grateful....did you know that my friend here will be a peace keeper? Then you can't serve alcohol to..." I cut myself off.
"Man I should stop drinking..." Then I get up to go to the bathroom but land flat on my butt on the chair due to a sudden lack of balance.
The waitress just shakes her head and pets me on mine. "You've had enough , Dunham."

I watch her walk away in awe and mutter. "She knows my name....do you need to take a leak as well? Cause I need a hand." I struggle to my feet again, this time keeping my balance.

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen He's so drunk. He looks like he's Going Crazy. "Yeah by some other hairy cadette who's name is Butch." I put my head into a hand jokingly. "No... Matt why? Why the image?" Fuck, his drunk state just loves taking the piss out of me. "Do they even take archers? I thought pks are using sticks, tasers and handcuffs." I look at him quizzically. "You really think I can only use the bow?" I give a glace to his injured hand of which I severely taught otherwise. I don't realize that I've probably done something to piss him off. Maybe he won't, we're quite buzzed right now so little things slide. "So you think they"ll train you and then you can still say no?" I don't see why not, I mean, it's not exactly an expensive program. All you do is attend some classes, follow a peacekeeper - that sort of thing. Apparently the Capitol offer this kind of thing to District Two exclusively. "I don't see why not. Not like they can force me." That's wrong, they can and might. Either way, I'll end up breaking the rules eventually. "Did you know that my friend here will be a peace keeper? Then you can't serve alcohol to..." He's glorifying me again. I don't like it too much, though this is quite funny to watch. I take another drink, but it spills all down my top. I roll my eyes. "...Why..." I humor myself with it though, laughing at my own clumsiness. "You've had enough , Dunham." "Dunham?" I laugh a little. "Didn't know your surname." That's weird, I should remember it. I should at least have remembered the announcer saying it before our match. I walked into Mark and his' match late, so that's why I didn't hear it again. Perhaps I forgot. Or maybe it was ... You know, the extreme blood loss. "She knows my name....do you need to take a leak as well? Cause I need a hand." I flip a coin in my head on whether to say one of two things. Either; 'What, because I cut one off?' or "Um, that's not weird at all." - which is what I end up saying. I know he probably doesn't mean it, though anything is possible with a drunk Matt, but it actually sounds like he needs help peeing. I get up as well and find out how much of a bitch gravity is. I look a little dazed. It would look pretty strange, pulling one and other into the restroom, so I don't help him yet. "May as well, eh?" I utter with the typical drunk slurring that comes with the drink. The waitress seems to recognize me as well. Um, why? "You're Frank's kid, aren't you, the one that was put in hospital?" I hold up my hands. "Guilty." She glares at me, smirking only a slight. She's young. "You shouldn't be drinking then." "Bit late to tell me that, right?" My own smirk grows stronger. "Huh, well tell Cecilia I said hi." "Who?" I say, clueless. "Your mother." I pause, digesting what she said. "Oh. Sure." I know my own mum's name, I'm just not used to people calling her it. Plus, the drink, obviously. "Come on then, before Butch gets here." I tell Matt.

[Jack Lexington]

"Dunham? Didn't know your surname." Tyren's laughing now as well. Good, we've hit a lighter mood.
"Yep, Dunham. You should know the name of your opponents, ORCA." I shake my head with a smile. "Especially if you want to be a peace keeper. How else would you know who you're arresting."

When I ask him to lend me a hand to go pee it's his turn to mock me. "Um, that's not weird at all." I try to process why helping me walk to the bathroom is weird when his interpretation dawns on me.
"Just where your thoughts go, mate."
Somehow that weird grin is now plastered on my face and seems to have permanently replace my 'loss' frown, at least for as long as I'm riding this drunken wave.


While I'm waiting for him to set his own drunk butt inot motion he has a small chat with the waitress who seems to recognize him as well. "You're Frank's kid, aren't you, the one that was put in hospital?" He admits that he's "Guilty." so do I and raise my right hand "Me, too." because I'm the one who put him there.
Since the upper half of my arm is held together by a brace that won't allow much movement because it's strapped to my chest, my motion looks really awkward and hurts provoking a groan. How long has it been since the fight? 5 days?
"How long does a fucking broken arm hurt." I complain loudly because even with all the alcohol in my system it feels pretty bad.

I totally miss the conversation about some woman because I'm busy stealing a shot glass from a man the table next to us when he's not looking. I tip it back and quickly put it back where it was before when Tyren agrees to help me to the bathroom but doesn't offer his hand or anything. "Come on then, before Butch gets here."
So I help myself by slinging my arm around his shoulder and leaving the crutch where it is. I'm sure Ty makes a better walking stick right now.
He's almost the same eight as I am.

On our way to the bathroom I ask. "You really know Butch?" There's a meaningful smile playing on my lips before I lick the last bit of whiskey from them.

Together we reach the bathroom and wait for the only guy in there to leave.
At the urinal I let go of my friends shoulder to get down to business and while I'm unzipping my fly I can't help but tell him. "I don't really need a hand with this."
Tyren looks pretty embarassed so I can't help tease him some more. Clearly the guy has more inhibitions than I do. I've been known to run down the street naked if I feel like it. Anything to bend the 'public rules'.
I motion for one of the cabin doors behind us and tell him. "Ask Butch, maybe he wants your hand."
"By now I've figured out how to unzip my fly with my thumb and ring finger because there's now feeling in these two." I wiggle them at him as good as I can but doubt that he'll understand what I said because I'm slurring so much.
In my dazed state I do have serious issues to get that fly open but there's no chance in hell I'll ask Tyren to do it for me so I simply pull down the rim.
"You seriously screwed me up." I groan while finally taking the long needed piss.
@stop staring at my bits , you perv."m I laugh out loud.

OOC: Sorry for the whole pee scenario. This needed to be a bit awkward

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "Just where your thoughts go, mate." I laugh it off. He's right though, its is where you thoughts go. People's perception of things are what makes normality normal. "How long does a fucking broken arm hurt." I know how long, weeks. "Alex broke his once, took ages. You're in for a wait I think." I tell him, saying it bluntly because he doesn't need sugar coated treatment at all. "You really know Butch?" I raise a brow. "No," we carry on struggling to the restroom. "what makes you think I'd know a Butch?" He's at his own urinal as he leaves my shoulder be. "I don't really need a hand with this." I figured that one out. It's an uncomfortable environment. "Ask Butch, maybe he wants your hand." ... I haven't got words so I just sigh with a laughter that follows. His slurring makes it difficult to understand, but I get the general idea of what he's saying. "You seriously screwed me up." I thought he'd say it at some point. He's been busy apologizing and trying to make it up to me and to be honest, I've been quite selfish. I haven't really properly apologized for severing his fingers, probably causing him to lose his last match. In fact, I could go ahead and blame it all on myself. In my drunkenly state, I think I just have done exactly that. "Yeah, sorry about that." I say casually. I don't care for drama right now, he doesn't need it and nor do I. If he cared any more than I do he would have said it earlier. "Stop staring at my bits , you perv." Wow, such a bloody joker. "Fuck off, Dunham." I sigh with a joking frustration, one that would show I'm not serious. After I'm done, which is quickly, I go to wash my hands in the sinks opposite, behind us. "Where we off to next then? I don't fancy trekking all the way home just yet. I dunno about you though." I know that if he doesn't have help, he'll probably fall over in the snow or something. I should offer to help, and I probably will if he tries to go alone. If he's desperate to go though, I won't exactly stop him. The thought of Joe continues to tick on in my head. He's out there, I know it. I'm gonna go find him as soon as I'm sober. But I'm not quite ready to venture on home and act all drunk in front of the family, yet.

[Jack Lexington]

"I didn't expect an apology for my fingers but it does sound good to hear one." I admit because tonight I'm an open book with all the booze in my blood.
For a moment I look down at my fingers that have large scars running down the side and are now simply taped together. I don't think I'll ever be able to use them again. Except for the odd tingling sensation every now and then I don't have my feeling nor do they work properly.

Then I pull up the rim of my fairly loose jeans and follow him to the sink.
I enjoy hanging out with him more than with the two girls that have been my steady companions for the past weeks. He's the only one I haven't been pushing away.
"Where we off to next then? I don't fancy trekking all the way home just yet. I dunno about you though."
Swaying back and forth I place one hand on the cold porcelain of the sink and look at my reflection. I look pretty bad: Pale, dark circles under my eyes...but there's a faint smile still lingering on my lips.
"No idea. I didn't even plan to come here. I like it here. Let's get another beer or do you have a better plan? Any fancy ideas?" I cock my head to the side.
"I just plan to drink until I pass out...comfortably numb...or maybe get laid."
Did I really just say that?
"Nah. Scratch that part. I've had enough of girls lately. Let's just get wasted."
Again I wrap my arm around his shoulder because even though I'm drunk my legs still feels like freshly cut up.

Together we leave the bathroom, pass a few guys on their way there and mingle with the growing crowd in the small place again.
Music is playing from the far left corner so I turn my head and spot two guys. One with a fiddle, one with a guitar playing some traditional tune. A huge smile spreads on my lips while I wish I could dance.
At the bar I order another beer but get denied and served a coke instead.
"keep your coke. I don't want that."
With my arm still around Tyrens neck I'm close enough to his ear to tell him. "We need somebody to buy us some drinks. Chat up that girl over there." Then I point a a random group of young women who are smiling and having fun.

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "No idea. I didn't even plan to come here. I like it here. Let's get another beer or do you have a better plan? Any fancy ideas?" I don't really have a good idea, not in this state. It plays on my mind though, the thought of going to the Justice Building now... Nah, there's no point risking it. It would be much easier to go tomorrow, or the next day. "Nah. Scratch that part. I've had enough of girls lately. Let's just get wasted." I laugh at that briefly, shaking my hands dry because the dryer is just annoying to deal with. His arms is around me again so I feel the need to help him to the bar again. I'm not exactly a good friend, just letting him get this drunk, but he doesn't seem like somebody who needs babysitting. "We need somebody to buy us some drinks. Chat up that girl over there." He thinks I can do that. Okay, then. "Hah, right." I move myself to the other side of Matt, the girl now within talking distance - even touching distance. "You alright?" I say, my voice lifting over the music enough for her to hear. She gives me a funny look, as though she'd heard this a million times. "Look, I'm not quite ready yet, but if you're alone tonight..." I begin. She actually looks a little interested, but then again she also looks like she's expecting more. "I didn't fancy wasting your time with introductions." "You're smart, have you even had a drink yet?" I have, but I smirk "Nah, that's what I mean, not quite ready yet." She clicks on, a seductive smile and the bite of lip later and she's got some money in her hand, pushing it across the table looking at me. I lean to my right a bit so she can see Matt behind me. "Two beers." She tells the bartender. "Cheers." I say, smiling at her with a bit of seduction myself. It's a bit awkward doing it all, but if it keeps our night going I guess I had to try. The bartender pours the drinks, and hands them to the girl. She has a smile on her face as though she was about to laugh as she pushes them towards me, and I push one towards Matt. I turn back after winking at her once, my back against the bar counter. "Still got it." I say to Matt. If I had turned around again, I'd probably see them giggling at the girl's success. That is, if I fulfill my end of the deal.

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[Jack Lexington]

When I said that he should talk that girl into buying us a drink I was mostly joking cause I didn't think he could do it. Not did he sound like he was overly confident.
The ease and stupid line that he served her and she actually reacted to it the way she did amazes me. "You are a womanizer." I stand there in admiration looking at him when he pushes one of the beers towards me.
I did get one or the other girl before but never like this. I had to work for it.
The group of girls behind him is giggling and then the one who bought the beer taps Tyren on the shoulder.
"I expected a little more than a wink, Tyren. Dance with me." She's doing the twirly thing with her index finger in her hair, which tells me she wants much more than a dance.
Plus she called him by his name. The benefits of being in the pregames.
"You got celebrity status. Go on an use it." I cheer him on while I nurse my beer and sit down in the chair that she's freeing up because I can't stand on my own two feet any longer.
Then I look around the table and find myself surrounded in gorgeous young women in their early twenties who start shooting questions at me.
"Weren't you in the final battle. Hey didn't you actually beat that guy?"
A finger is pointed at Tyren.
I only not suddenly a little too shy for my own good. My only idea is to toast them and tell them. "Thanks for the beer."

[Anatra]

Going Crazy Tyren Orca - District Two - Seventeen "You are a womanizer." "Well..." I pause for comical affect. "Yeah, I guess I am." I take one drink of my beer. Mine seemed to have a lot of froth in it, because when I take the drink away I have a lot on my upper lip. Suddenly though, I'm being talked to. "I expected a little more than a wink, Tyren. Dance with me." Shit, I look awful. Why did she come when I was being this rude? I find it funny, but I'm not sure whether I can really laugh at it. I wipe it off as she stands there, legs smooth and thin and hair down to her shoulders, blonde with blue eyes. She's my type. Who's type isn't she? She holds out a hand, wanting to dance. Matt is eager for me to get out there and have some fun so it'd be rude not to. So I do. I take her hand and she leads me a bit forward onto the dance floor, where many are partying. The music changes though, something slow. Romantic? I can't handle romantic, everybody knows I can't be romantic. She can't tell though, because she's carrying on with it all. She holds both of my hands, and dances really close. Quickly, mine are on her waist. "Thanks for the beer." A couple of them look at each other, accepting his shyness in trade for what they could get out of it. "You can't dance, so what can you do?" One of them asks. She has brown hair and hazel coloured eyes. She's actually quite good looking in comparison to many of the others who overuse their makeup on nights out and such. Another says, "No, he's mine." They look like they are going to starting fighting any moment.