Fancy Seeing You Here

[Axel Jonasen]

Who's Asking?

-----------I guess you could call me trouble. It happens.-----------

It was a good night for busines and Axel was in his element. The dance floor had opened up and he slipped through the twisting crowd easily. Sure, it wasn't a big Seattle nightclub, but there were enough people coming and going from the bar that there was client turn over. Axel was running out of product and that hadn't happened even once yet since he had left Seattle. He was quite pleased that Kalispell was turning out to know how to party.

But his drink was almost empty and he was ready for another. He pushed through a few dancers, offering one girl a winning smile and gently touching her arm as he passed. It wasn't that he was interested in her, no way, but the group was young and if the girl approached him later, he might be able to make another sale. Completely disinterested in sex, Axel still used his own sex appeal to lure in potential customers. It was a little greasy, but in a bar setting where talking was basically useless to pitch a product, it worked well enough to wink at a few women (or men) to entice them to maybe step outside for a smoke. He always had cigarettes, and other smokables, on hand. Drunk bar patrons were excellent one time sales when he wanted to get rid of extra product that didn't come in enough quantity to sell to his regular customers.

He got to the bar and shouted for a whiskey on the rocks after putting his empty glass down. He paid the bartender and picked up the fresh drink when it was ready. Before he turned away from the bar, Axel stuffed a five dollar bill into the tip jar. He wasn't a man who was shy about flashing money. He did well and believed he deserved the lifestyle he could afford. Good service got good rewards. The bartenders were starting to get to know him by sight and the smart ones were always quick to get his orders because of how well he tipped.

As he started to head back to the dance floor, Axel's eyes landed on someone who struck him as familiar. Was that...? He laughed to himself before taking a sip of whiskey. It was that cute nervous little chick he had sold weed to the other day. It seemed that she had finally ventured off campus. He watched her curiously, and wondered if she would notice that he was here. He didn't feel particularly compelled to go and talk to her. She had his number. If she wanted more stuff, she knew how to get ahold of him.

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[Victoria Foster]

The orange juice and vodka the handsome man in white bought for her was raised over Tori's head as she danced. The music here was amazing. She could feel the beat directing her body, causing her hips to sway and head to move from side to side. The man in white was behind her, pressed so close to her his hips were moving in sync with hers and his hot breath was on her neck. If Tori wasn't as drunk as she was, there would be no way in hell she'd even be at this club. But, hey, that's what happened when you had alcohol under your bed and nothing better to do with your night.

Tori lowered the glass to her lips and she finished it in one large sip. Nearly seconds after it was drained, she wanted to make her way to the bar for another. What was it about being drunk that made you want to be even more drunk than you already were? It didn't make sense. But in her current state of mind, she didn't give a damn about sense. Plus, why not drink when it was so easy to get some other chaps to buy her a drink. Yay for experience; and yay for free drinks.

She turned to the guy in white, taking a step back and trailing her hand down his chest, forcing space between them but still appearing nice and pleasant. What was his name again? Terry? Barry? Eh, whatever. She informed him that she wanted another drink and that she would return to dance with him more when she got back. A lie. Not waiting for him to answer, Tori weaselled through the crowd and made her way to the bar. 

Shit. Walking was hard. She was stumbling all over the place but with a careless air about her. It caused her to giggle when she was bounced from body to body. Tori tried to look at every face she passed, scanning for people who could potentially get her more drinks... and that's when she saw Axel.

"Hey!" Tori was shouting at him before she was even close enough for him to hear her. The club was loud. It was a good thing he was already looking at her. Hm, but the question was, why would she be so excited to see her god damn drug dealer at a club? Maybe it was because he was a familiar face. Or because she was so drunk and confident it was making her extra friendly. Or did she want drugs? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe she just wanted someone's ear to talk off.

As if they were casual buddies, Tori placed her hand on his shoulder- more so for balance and so she was able to focus on staring at his face than to indicate friendship. Tori licked her lips, enjoying how numb they felt, "Funny seeing you here, huh? What's up?"

[Axel Jonasen]

Who's Asking?

-----------I guess you could call me trouble. It happens.-----------

The girl put her hand on Axel's shoulder with surprising familiarity and confidence. Liquor was doing most of the talking for her, it seemed. What's up? she had asked. The hand that wasn't holding a drink circled around the girl's waist and Axel placed a splayed hand on the small of her back to keep her balanced and standing.

"I'm enjoying the night," he said, leaning close to her ear so he wouldn't have to shout to be heard. He was a touch put off by how familiar the girl was being with him. Axel wasn't used to not having a reputation proceed him. In Seattle, the people who ran in the drug circles knew exactly who he was and gave him the respect that his position deserved.

This girl wasn't afraid to walk right up to him in a crowded bar and put her hands on him. It felt weird to Axel, but it was sort of nice as well. He would never admit it to anyone, and he honestly couldn't put a finger on how he felt exactly, but sometimes he got lonely. He isolated himself in his work and no one could get close to him-- figuratively and literally-- unless he let them. But the girl didn't know any of that. All she knew was that he could get her weed.

"You know," Axel said, his accented voice pouring out smoothly and cutting through the loud background noise of the club, "I never got your name that one night, sweetheart, but you know mine. What can I call you?"

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[Victoria Foster]

It was nice. His hand on her back was very nice. Tori was very lonely in her life, especially considering she either holed herself up in her dorm and only interacted with people to get class projects done. Or to party. Though you couldn't really call your party friends actual friends, could you? They fulfilled that very particular need that people like her had. It was a craving that was ravenous. A craving that didn't just want to be fulfilled in its desperation, but a craving that needed to be fulfilled. And if it wasn't... it was so long and good-bye to your will to live. Or at least to your happiness for a while. It abandoned you while your memories plagued your mind. But real friends wouldn't let you behave the way Tori did. Real friends would help her fight off the craving and attack it right at the source so it would never burn holes in her stomach and heart again. At least that's what she fantasized it would be like. 

But Axel's hand. It made her feel a certain relief. This was the second time she felt good around him. The second time meeting, and the second feeling of goodness. Was that a sign? A sign of what? That Axel must be a guy that just felt good? But it wasn't even that. The feelings that he gave to her- or rather, that she copied and took for herself- were just hard to understand. They weren't feelings of a happy person. They were feelings of someone who was a flat line. The feelings were lacking in fucks to give and the occasional bit of something interesting like curiosity or niceness. Tori wish she felt like this all the time. But Tori wasn't thinking with clarity. Her usual analysis process never occurred in her foggy state of mind. All she did was feel, not think.

"Meeeee too!" Tori responded with a broad smile. She was already smirking at him, but the bud had bloomed into a full blossom. Her face brightened considerably despite the droop in her eyes. They still felt like they had sandbags on their eyelids. At least she didn't feel too tired. That was the benefit of a high energy club.

Maybe if she played her cards right, Axel would be enjoying the night with her opposed to just enjoying the night. In general. You know, like, by himself. Whatever her little brain thought that meant. Who knew at this point? Anything would be fun to her. Him buying her a drink, them dancing together, them going home together. Hm. She should probably sleep with the white shirt guy instead of the guy she got pot from. That would be the smarter decision. Was she smart right now? Sure. A drink and dancing it was.

Oh, shit. He didn't even know her name? Tori laughed at herself. At least this was a good intro to sneaking a drink from him. First she'd give him her name, then she'd flirt, then she'd throw some more touching into the picture, and then, finally, she'd find a way to get him to the bar. That was her tactic and it worked almost all the time. Surprisingly. Right, so, step one: name.

"Victoria." Her voice slurred every time she spoke, so she slowed things down to ensure Axel got the entirety of it. But it caused her to stop. Her full name on her tongue put a bad taste in her mouth no amount of toothpaste could wash out. It's only cure was to never say it again as long as this night was alive and move on with things.

"But no one calls me that." Her voice was more rushed, more slurred as her mouth struggled to push out the words and recover from the mix-up.

Why did you say it? Why say Victoria? Idiot.

"Tori or nothing. Don't even have tah say my name. T. Tor. Tori. Vic. Actually ew, no. Just Tori. Or nothing. Dont remember if you don't wanna. Just don't call me... that." Why was her mouth still running? She would feel embarrassed if she was sober. She would feel insecure if she was sober. She'd feel a lot of not-very-nice things about and toward herself if she was sober. Thank god she wasn't sober.

[Axel Jonasen]

Who's Asking?

-----------I guess you could call me trouble. It happens.-----------

"Tori," Axel said softly, his mouth close to her ear again. "I can call you that."

Axel's eyes flicked up to a guy in a white shirt who had walked by a few times during the short time he had been talking with Tori. Axel gave the guy a wink over Tori's head. The man in white scowled. Axel recognized jealousy when he saw it. He drew Tori a little closer, using his large frame to turn her in the direction of the dance floor. "Let's dance," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Axel was used to being listened to. He was so accustomed to it that he didn't even pause to think that Tori might not want to dance.

But with her lithe body pressed against his, he couldn't deny that he wanted to physicality of dancing with her. He had almost zero sex drive and an even lesser interest in sex itself, but there was something very satisfying about hitting the dance floor with an attractive partner.

He took her hand and walked into the throng of dancing people.

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[Victoria Foster]

When Axel pulled Tori closer, she shivered. It always felt good to have the heat of another person against you. It was comforting and exciting and hot. Pressing against someone could elicit all these different feelings depending on situation. But Axel and Tori were in a club; you didn't exactly press yourself against someone for comfort or friendship in a club. No, you did it to get a little personal. Well, your intentions could show the desire of just how personal you wanted to get. And at this point, Tori wanted to share some very personal things with whomever was willing- Axel appearing to be the most willing. And why not, the booze was making him seem extra, extra hot.

What made the situation even hotter was how authoritative Axel was. Why was Tori such a sucker for that? He had grabbed her hand and started for the dance floor, a grinning Tori more than willing to follow. When they had arrived, she moved against him and instantly started to dance, feeling the beat as if she had never left the floor in the first place. Dancing was incredibly fun, even more so with a partner and alcohol running through your veins. The man in white had been entertaining, but the thrill of knowing what Axel did for a living made him so much more interesting and exciting to her than Terry. Or was it Barry? Whatever.

"I didn't think you could dance." Tori grabbed onto Axel and leaned into him so she could get close to his ear. She had to stand on her tiptoes. Hopefully she didn't fall. "I mean, you don't look like the type."

[Axel Jonasen]

Axel smiled at Tori's comment. It was true, he didn't seem like the type to dance, but Axel liked to party and to him, dancing was a part of that. Although he had grown up mostly in the United States, he had spent quite a lot of his time back home in Germany, and European night clubs could be very different from American ones. He had learned how to dance in European night clubs-- gay ones, for the most part. Although Axel didn't seek out people for sex, he wasn't opposed to having it, and gender was no issue for him. He was quite popular at gay clubs. Something about his eyes (and good build) apparently attracted men and women alike.

"I dance occasionally," Axel replied to Tori, putting his hand in her hair to pull it aside so he could speak close to her ear again. This time he remained close for a few more seconds, and then let his mouth linger on Tori's neck. It was a light touch, so brief that he might as well not have done it, but he knew that she would feel the heat from his skin.

She was a pretty good dancer, too. Axel could feel his body responding to hers. The fact that he even experienced sexual arousal was irritating to him. If he had a choice, he would never ever feel the physical need for sex. But nerve endings were nerve endings, and when there was a pretty girl griding close to him, there wasn't much he could do to control his physical reactions. Mentally, however, he was disinterested and disconnected. He was more interested in seeing what Tori's next move was going to be, and how she would react to him. The way the night was going to end depended on her. Axel couldn't care less one way or the other if she ended up leaving with him. He was content to dance and drink until last call and then call it quits.

[Victoria Foster]

The hand in Tori's hair felt very nice, especially when her brown locks were used to manipulate her head any which way Axel wanted it to go. Now, if only he could pull on it a little harder. If this guy was a mind reader at all he would be able to pick up on Tori's desires and go with it. Heh, shit, if there were any mind readers at this club, then they would know exactly what she wanted. And Axel was just being a tease, wasn't he? Tori liked the lead up to things, but she hoped Axel knew that a dance would cost him. She thought she would be content with just a drink and a dance, but according to her body, that wasn't going to cut it.

A small gasp came from her and a shiver ran up her spine at the contact of soft, warm lips on her neck. She let her head move back to allow him easier access, hoping he'd take it. But apparently the small touch of lips- something she couldn't even call a kiss- was all Axel was going to give her. Yeah, he was definitely teasing her. Tori was horny, didn't he know that? Axel wasn't making her situation any better.

"I can see that." She finally replied, a huff of disappointment escaping her, "Do you only dance on the dance floor?" The suggestion was complimented by a very cheesy wink. Was she being charming? Tori hoped so. Even if she was being odd, that normally got people interested anyway. Hell, they didn't even have to find her attractive in any way but physically to get someone to take her home. That was the benefit of having a nice body. Would Axel bite the hook? He had been drinking, that's all it really took, right?

The dancing continued. Tori was being touchy, very touchy. Her hands were running down her own body and then down Axel's. Her hands even found their way to Axel's behind to give it a nice little squeeze. She wanted him to feel turned on enough that her suggestion of "let's get out of here" wouldn't be answered with a no. Maybe asking for a drink first would be better? She had still yet to grab it since she left the man in white's side.

[Axel Jonasen]

Tori was getting very hands on. When she grabbed his ass, Axel knew it was time to either disengage or get the hell out of the club. He was more inclined to leave, but he was thinking that Tori was probably going to leave with him.

"Listen, sweetheart," he grabbed her hands in his and held on to them so she couldn't grab him like that in public anymore. He gave her one of his handsome smiles so she would interpret it as a cute gesture rather than a 'constantly controlling his environment' one. He leaned closer to her, looking in her eyes and gauging how drunk she actually was. "I've got my car here. I've got something to smoke there. Why don't we go back to my place? I've got drinks there, too."

She was pretty drunk, he could tell. But he wasn't sure HOW drunk. It was only the second time they had met and he didn't know anything about Tori, let one her drinking capacity. He decided to keep an eye on it. If she went over the edge, he would be a gentleman and look out for her that night, and then send her on her way come morning.

Axel was a lot of things, but he wasn't the type to abandon a very intoxicated young woman at a night club without protection.

[Victoria Foster]

Smoking? Drinking? At Axel's place? That sounded very promising. Tori couldn't help the large smile that spread on her face. She probably looked like a borderline mess, honestly. With a large grin and droopy eyes, how could anyone who looked think 'boy, she's definitely got her life together. And she's totally not drunk'?

With her hands in his, and that absolutely attractive smile on his face, Tori knew exactly where this night was headed. Or, rather, where she was going to make it head. She didn't end a night of drinking to go to someone's house just to talk and sleep. No, when she went to someone's house after a good night of partying she was guaranteed to get some. That's what she always wanted, wasn't it? 

"You had me at something to smoke." Smooth. Very smooth. "You're place sounds amazing. What're we waiting for?" 

With that, Tori gave Axel's hands a little tug as she attempted to usher him to the door. 

[Axel Jonasen]

Tori was eager to go, and Axel let her lead him to the door of the club. When they got outside, Axel removed his hand from her grasp to grab a cigarette and light it up. He blew the smoke out into the night air. There were other people mulling around the door of the club but they didn't register in Axel's head. They were inconsequential. Most people were to him. He rarely focused his attention on anyone for more than a few minutes at a time. But on a night like this one where he had a pretty girl tugging on his hand and the promise of a thick joint at his apartment, he could bring himself to spend a few hours of time on one person.

"I'm parked over there," Axel said, putting his arm around Tori's waist to keep her steady and to guide her in the right direction. He clicked the lock button on his keys to make the lights flash to show her the destination point. His brand new DeLorean. He was very fond of it. The doors were ridiculous as they opened upwards noted of outwards, but Axel had always been flashy with his money. The only draw back had been trying to open and close his car doors when his stitches were fresh. A few weeks ago, he had gotten stabbed in the ribs during a business transaction and having to reach up to close his car door had been a nightmare. Luckily he was feeling a lot better now and his stitches had come out a few days prior. Now he just had a nice strip of scar tissue under his ribs on the left side.

"Here," Axel had Tori stand a bit back as he opened the passenger side door. He helped her into the car and closed the door behind her. He got into the driver side and started the car. "Let's go."

[Victoria Foster]

Tori, who was struggling to concentrate her vision, watched as Axel took a drag from his cigarette. The end glowed red and then faded. Ironically, Tori didn't like smoking. Weed was one thing, tobacco was another. She thought cigarettes tasted like ass and the smell was disgusting. The worst part about them was the way their stench clung to her clothing and refused to depart until she finally took the time to wash them. However, she did find people who smoked to be very attractive. What was so appealing about smoking? Who knew.

I should take a picture of him smoking. He'd look so good in a black and white shoot...

The thought was only momentary. Tori forgot what she was thinking about the moment Axel's arm wrapped around her waist. She instantly leaned into him for support and grinned to herself as they made their way to his vehicle.

"No way. No fricken way. Hahaha! Please tell me you love Back to the Future 'cuz that would make this soooo so so so soooo much better." Tori lurched forward from where Axel had tried to make her stay in favour of running her hand over the exterior of the car, no doubt leaving a few grease streaks behind. Her eyes trailed after the door as it was opened upward. That was some impressive stuff. Axel must have spent so much money on this thing. How loaded was this guy? Not that that was any of her business... but she was curious.

Next thing she knew, Axel was helping her into the car. So she blinked a few times, allowed him to guide her in, and sat with her hands tucked in her lap. That was the most well behaved she had been all night.

"Yeah, let's. How fast's this thing go? Show me." Tori looked over at him. There was a mischievous look on her face.

[Axel Jonasen]

Tori was pressing the bounds of common sense and good reason. Axel knew it was the liquor talking, that she wanted him to show off. She wanted him to want to impress her.

Axel felt no need to impress Tori. She was young and drunk. He knew better than to try and show off for this girl. If he was gonna drive fast, it was for himself. He bought this car for a reason, didn't he?

He revved the engine a little anyway. This elicited an excited giggle from Tori, which he couldn't help but smile at. He was probably getting too old for this sort of thing. His sister would chide him if she knew what he was up to, but she wasn't around. And he was wrapped up enough in the direction the evening was heading to ignore his conscience-- a voice that sounded just like his sister.

The car took off from the sidewalk with a deep rumble and they were flying down the road. There was very little traffic since it was getting so late, but Axel learned how to drive in Europe. The traffic in Kalispell was nothing in comparison.

As he drove, he rested his hand on Tori's thigh. He didn't move it up, try to get sleazy with her. He simply put it there. If she told him to move it, he would. He didn't think she would mind, though, since she had practically dragged him out of the club.

He hit the acceleration again.

[Victoria Foster]

Tori hooted as the thrill of speeding down the road hit her. At least that was the only thing hitting her. Last thing she needed was to throw up chunks in Axel's super-amazing-and-nice superstar car. He would never forgive her. Actually, the night would end right here with her body shoved in his drunk... whether or not she was dead or alive was completely up to his mercy. But those thoughts should probably stop before they start. The last thing Tori needed was to consider how dangerous Axel really was. He's a god damn drug dealer, after all.

Tori's eyes were bright and alive, the glint almost childish, mostly devilish. How could the two coincide like that? Her blood rushed through her veins. The beat of her heart was steady and strong, picking up as the street lights blurred overhead and the buildings whizzed on by. If the poor girl would have been a bit more sober, she would have realized she had assimilated to Axel's current state of emotion. He loved this sort of stuff. This is how he got his kicks, his excitement. Axel loved the recklessness of it all. And he was enjoying him self, that was for damn sure.

If Tori was feeling her own set of emotions, she'd probably be shitting herself. Sure, it would have been fun, but it wouldn't have been this fun. Axel made the experience amazing. Sure should have been polite, understand what Axel was feeling, understand that Tori was feeling it, and thank him for it all. This was so freeing. This is what Tori needed.

To make matters even better, Axel's hand found a nice place on Tori's thigh. She looked over at him, noting the faint smile touching his lips. She needed to get to his place, like, yesterday. They were so close to where she wanted to be. Her body was shaking slightly from anticipation, from her enjoyment, from a lot of things. Giddiness rose up in her and she couldn't help the outburst of laughter that came with it.

She shouted, "Adrenaline highs are amazing! A-fucking-mazing!"

And not long after, the car slowed as they approached where Tori could only assume was Axel's home.

[Axel Jonasen]

Tori's elation made Axel's grin stretch a little bigger. She was looking about as excited about the driving as he was feeling. He pulled the car smoothly into his parking spot, popped it into park. "Okay girl," he said, squeezing her thigh gently, "we're here." He took his hand off her thigh to turn the engine off. He took the keys out of the ignition and reached out to put his hand on the back of Tori's neck. 

"Let's go in, baby girl," he said softly, a slight growl in his voice.

Without another word, he got out of the car. He walked around the front of the car to let Tori out. The passenger-side door opened with a slight pneumatic hiss. He held out a hand to help her out of the car. As he helped her out, he put his other hand on the small of her back, bringing her close to him again like he had in the club. He took a step forward, which made Tori take a step backwards, and leaned her against the car door. As he did this, he leaned in and kissed her. He wasn't demanding, he moved slowly and carefully to not intimidate her. As he felt her begin to respond to the kiss, he broke away. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Okay," he said, his accent sounding thicker than it had earlier in the night, "Let's go in, for real now."

Axel took her hand and led her into the building. They got into the elevator with Axel's arm around Tori's waist. He stood easy with this pretty girl at his side. He had traipsed in and out of the apartment building with many people on his arm before. But Tori didn't need to know that. She could probably guess it... when she was more sober.

They got to his front door. Axel grabbed his keys to let them in. His apartment was large, but not ostentatious. He had blown a lot of money on his car, and supplies, after his expulsion from Seattle. The apartment wasn't as big as he wanted, but he would make it there one day.

"Want anything? Something to drink, to smoke?" He gave her a crooked grin.