"What the Hell Happened Last Night?"

[JJ Johnson]

JJ woke up by spitting out a lemon he had wedged between his teeth. He then brushed aside the trash that had collected on top of him, shifting it to the floor of the dumpster that he had apparently fallen asleep in the night before. The trash consisted of a couple of empty bottles of alcohol, some body glitter, confetti, and at least one condom that had been taken out of its wrapper by not, apparently, been used by anyone. JJ groaned and shifted again, working his tongue at the corners of his mouth. It tasted fuzzy, and surprisingly not a whole lot like lemon. He spat again, then grunted at the sign of what looked like some blood in his mouth. He wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket, looked down at the sleeve, and grunted again.

"Aw, hell, not again,"he groaned. JJ groaned and picked himself upright, grasping the side of the dumpster to pull. He felt dazed, and kind of prickly. His head rocked and his stomach felt as though he'd gone round. He picked up his shirt, looked down, and then grunted as he saw the bruises that decorated his chest and stomach. That was normal, sadly. He lowered it, then groaned as he felt a twinge in his arm. he shifted and saw that a piece of his shirt had been cut, then groaned again.

"Time to get outta this fucking trash heap," he said. JJ latched onto the side of the dumpster, pulling himself up and over the rim. he managed to land on the ground, only to discover that he'd somehow managed to lose his shoe, and that his sock had been replaced by something covered in rainbows. "The hell?" mumbled JJ. He groaned and stumbled out of the alley, blinking at the sunlight and raising a hand to shield his eyes.

At least he didn't have to work today, so he had that going for him.

[Faye LaBeau]

Hot off a divorce and determined to turn her life around Faye had taken up running as a hobby. She'd been lucky in the past. She was naturally thin, with long lines, and could have been a model probably had her powers not gotten in the way. By the time she'd graduated she'd been too old to start and wasn't quite sure the whole ice queen thing would get in the way anyway. That and she met her fuck up ex husband who killed any dream she had once upon a time.

Her feet pounded against the pavement, and she weaved in and out of morning walkers and the occassional dog slowing down when she got into the club district to catch her breath.

An eyebrow raised as she passed an ally with a dumpster at the end, and a man working his way out of it. The smarter half of her brain said to run. There was a serial killer hobo hiding a body. But, her recent self hatred mixed with plain curiosity and utter boredom kept her watching the little show.

"Rough Morning?" She chuckled, her arms crossing her chest.

[JJ Johnson]

Oh look, hotness. And suddenly the part of JJ that does the majority of the decision making felt a surge of, let's go with "interest." He grinned lasciviously, dragging his eyes over the pretty thing who'd made the mistake of talking to the guy who'd just woken up in a dumpster. He definitely wanted to get him some of that strange.

"More like rough night, babe," he said. He took a few more steps closer, strutting and attempting to make himself look big, which, given his fairly impressive physical size, wasn't all that hide. "Every night with me's a rough one. Give people one hell of a ride. Don't worry though," he grinned wide, "everything still works fine. But you'll get to see that for yourself," and then he looked her over again, this time licking his lips. He did have to pause to raise his hand up and pluck away some loose trash and such that had stuck to various parts of his body, giving his leg a little shake to knock loose some glass that had gotten in there somehow, but he knew he looked like a total stud.

Mostly because he was.
25/8, babeh.

[Faye LaBeau]

The entire display was comical and the blonde stood there with an amused smirk on her face as the "stud muffin" puffed out his chest like a proud peacock. Boy did he remind her of the frat boys in college, a wave of nostaligia over came her paired with the certainty that if this man crossed her she'd freeze his penis so intensely that it'd have to be removed, thawed and sewn back on. 

"Is that so?" She raised a brow "How very lucky I am to come across such a bit strong man to show me a thing or two." She said in a baby voice before rolling her eyes. "seriously though. Don't come closer you smell like piss and vomit wrapped in a can of tuna."

[JJ Johnson]

{poor JJ is gonna lose his penis in his first thread; I almost feel sorry for him}

"Damn straight you're lucky," said JJ, grinning wide. He continued to stare at Faye, paying very little attention to her face. As such, he missed the whole rolling of the eyes thing, not that it would've stopped him even if he had seen it. He just figured it meant that the girl was playing hard to get, wanted you to work a little before she put out. She just didn't want to feel like a slut was all. Though around JJ, the panties just fell.

"Babe, that's just the smell of a real man," he said, spreading his arms. This did have the unfortunate side effect of sending a wafting cloud of stench heading up to him. Which did not mix well with his fuzzy head and churning stomach. It took all JJ had not to start gagging and double over himself. Instead he grinned and stared at Faye's chest. "C'mon babe, I can show you what it's like to live a little," he said, leering again. He took a step forward, no doubt bringing the pure, unadulterated stench of the dumpster with him. He knew that didn't matter though: he was hot shit wrapped in an awesome tortilla and drizzled with stud sauce. Only a matter of time before he had this girl back at his place, or maybe hers.

[Faye LaBeau]

The man's advancements were impressive. Somehow, somewhere, God had decided to play a joke on the human race and create this unfortunate being who looked like he had the skill sets of a drunk toddler. The stench alone as he came closer turned her stomach upside down. 

"Please. God. Just stop walking forward." She begged covering her mouth to control a gag reflex that happened once his arms extended. 

In pure response, she put her hands out and shot a wave of cold and snow in his direction in an attempt to sanitize and freeze. Luckily, most sour smells didn't fair well with cold. 

The fact that his eyes hadn't returned up from her chest in the entire exchange wasn't lost on the blond either. "I'm just going to be upfront with you." She finally decided, growing bored and not happy with her internal status "If you think you're charming me... you're sadly mistaken and I'm also not interested in your brand of stupidity. I can see how in this small town some pathetic individuals might swoon at your looks but... i'm quite frankly not impressed." He was attractive. It was probably why he thought he had a pass on his ridiculous behavior. 

((Lol she'd do it. She hasn't yet but she would)) 

[JJ Johnson]

The hands went up, and JJ tensed, ready for whatever she was going to throw at him. That was the nice part of his being built like an ox (with pretty much the brain of one): he could take a lot of damage. He even felt a little adrenaline spike as the sudden cold hit him. It also froze some wet spots that he hadn't quite been aware of, not to mention making him feel, well, a little cooled down for the moment. So there was actually this brief moment where his eyes weren't locked on her chest, mostly when he'd jerked his arms up to protect against the incoming blast.

When nothing besides the whole getting cold thing happened, JJ lowered his arms. He could still feel the chill, but that was hardly the worst thing that people had thrown at him. He'd spent several years at Bellefonte Academy after all, and he certainly hadn't been better as a young man. His smirk didn't even fade as Faye kept speaking either. It was the standard "I'm too good for you" speech that he'd heard countless times. They really did love playing hard to get.

"Hey, I get it, it's okay: you don't want people thinking you're a slut or whatever. No worries," he said, sounding as skeevy as those words pretty much sound. "Not like I can ruin your reputation; we don't even know each other's names yet." He winked at that, somehow acting like this was somehow a good thing.

[Faye LaBeau]

"Excuse me?" This guy was ridiculous. He was absolutely fucking insane and here she was armed with just her hands and a few snowflakes. Sure, she could do more. She could freeze the hell out of him or pull an icicle out of the air and spear him, but she also wasn't one for violence of the physical form. She'd much rather mentally destroy someone. But this man was not the man and though curiosity had brought here here she was about ready to leave. 

"You're pathetic." She spat before turning on her heels to jog off.

[JJ Johnson]

"You're excused," said JJ, dragging out the words and somehow making them sexual and skeevy, the type of words that made you want to clean out your ears after hearing them. And, of course, he kept up his leering even as her disinterest became more and more apparent. When she finally spat her insult, and not the first time he'd heard that either, mind you, and turned, however, JJ realized that something bad had definitely happened here.

Were he someone else, that probably would've been it too. Faye would've gone away and pretended that there was no such person as JJ Johnson. It wasn't as if she knew his name or anything about him. However, this was JJ, and he was nearly as stubborn as he was stupid and horny. He jogged to catch up with Faye, eventually moving around coming to a stop in front of her.

"You know, I'm willing to let that comment go," he said, his voice a little less skeevy and a little more dangerous this time, "but now's the part when I should warn you: I'm a cop, and you did your little mutant thing at me. I don't know if you're up with the law, but using powers at a cop is an offense. I could arrest you for assault," and now his grin had a truly vicious quality about it as it curled up on his face.

[Faye LaBeau]

The hairs on the back of her neck stood as he worked his way back in front of him. When she opened her mouth to speak again, raising her hands in defense, ready to shoot out something far worse than a cold breeze he spoke and informed her of the worst.

"You're fucking kidding." She said, the danger of the situation becoming more and more apparent with every word he said. And what was she going to do? She was a teacher. If she got arrested she'd lose her job immediately and likely have a hard time getting a job in any other school meta human or not. 

But the man in front of her didn't look like the type of cop who had too much klout, she'd bet that he was more talk than walk any day. "You won't though. You think I'm hot. I'm not dumb." The blonde smirked attempting to get the ball back in her court. "If you arrest me you'll never get to know me and that just wouldn't be fun." She let her eyes wander down to his pants, "Besides... a girl can get a bit lonely." She smirked back up at him, thinking of about a thousand ways she'd like to kill him. 

[JJ Johnson]

JJ grinned at the fucking kidding. He'd definitely heard stuff like that before, usually spat with that same level of indignation and disbelief. He wasn't quite sure what caused that quick of a turnaround though; didn't usually get reactions like that. Weird. Maybe she just really didn't want to go to jail? JJ couldn't blame her: It sucked in there. He remembered it from his time as a teenager.

Won't though, and JJ snorted. He just loved it when they called his bluff. He'd cuff her and throw her in a jail cell no problem, maybe even rough her up a bit, call it "resisting arrest." Who the hell were they gonna believe? Some random hoebag who was just wandering the street or an officer of the law? Fuck yeah they were gonna be on JJ's side.

But then she totally changed her tone, and the leer returned. "Exactly. It's a lot harder getting to know someone when there's jail bars between. 'sides, I wouldn't want to have to rough you up, chick as hot as you," he ran his eyes over her body again, only briefly noting that Faye had, in fact, done something very similar to him at nearly the same time. "Trust me, babe, if you're lonely, the cure is JJ," aaaaand he'd just dropped his name, like a moron. Not that he really cared, mind, but still. Well, not his full name, wasn't like he told her he was Joel Johnson or anything. Then he'd be in deep shit. Wasn't like he'd blown off people complaining about a "JJ" before or anything.

[Faye LaBeau]

She smiled when he seemed to come around, and rather quickly. Dumb, horny, male, asshole. So dumb and easy to manipulate. She almost felt bad as she continued to look at him with sex eyes as if he was going to get some. 

"JJ." She said slinking over to him. Jesus, what a dumb name, he sounded like a kid on the t-ball team. "Kind of hot. I've never met a JJ before." She chuckled lightly, landing a hand on his chest, "You know, I've never gone out with a cop before. It's sexy and lets just say I have a certain little fantasy about guys with power. How about this." She snaked her other arm up, resting them around his shoulders. "You and I forget all about this little mishap and you meet me later on today for dinner? Your treat." 

[JJ Johnson]

"You ain't never met someone like me, babe," drawled JJ. To say that he was lapping up all the attention Faye gave him was a little bit of an understatement. He practically rolled about in it, very nearly making a complete and utter fool of himself in the process. It didn't help the poor guy that Faye placed a hand on his shoulder, sending all the "right" signals to all the "right" places as far as JJ was concerned. That leer broadened all the further. the hand moved as Faye laid out a situation that JJ was definitely game for.

"You bet I can fulfill all your fantasies," he said, moving his head a little closer to hers, which, unfortunately for Faye, meant that she could probably smell his breath. It was not fresh. In fact, it smelled almost like he'd been licking a cat little box and then using alcohol as a mouthwash. "Just name the place and I will so be there. Maybe I'll even bring my cuffs," and of course he winked at her when he said this, smiling broad. Somehow his teeth did look white. Probably because of regular whitening treatments. got to give JJ that: he wanted to look, uh, studly, and he went out of his way to make sure that he accomplished that.

[Faye LaBeau]

The extent to which he was believing Faye's act was a little sad and had he not smelled so bad, or acted so disgusting she might feel bad for him. But she didn't. He was a disgusting pig who was coming dangerously close to making her vomit, especially his breath which was now far too close to her face.

She smiled letting her arms drop slowly as to not offend or make the movement seem out of place. "Oh I bet you can" She winked wanting to kill herself. 

"Meet me at the Italian Restaurant downtown at 7... I want to be wined and dined. See you there" She said turning on her heels to leave him should her plan work out. 

[JJ Johnson]

Oh yeah, he got the wink now. JJ was already congratulating himself on this. She was just another pretty thing who didn't know what she wanted, and what she wanted was a guy who wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. JJ intended to do just that, repeatedly, and in lots of different positions too. He was already picturing her naked, his eyes helping with that. Yeah, she definitely looked awesome naked; he could tell.

"Gotcha, Italian joint at seven," he said, nodding. He smirked at her, "Make sure to dress sexy; I like my women to look good and hot," not that she didn't anyway. JJ watched as she turned, his attention laser-focused on that fine ass of hers, definitely JJ's favorite portion of anatomy. A ray of light just caught him though, and he hissed, snapping a hand up. Suddenly he was reminded of how utterly shitty he felt right then.

Well, he had a few hours. He just needed to go home, get cleaned up, take a nap, make sure that his stash of condoms was up to date, and then he'd be ready for tonight. Yeah, today was definitely gonna turn out to be a good day.