Show Me Your Moves!

[Demi Smith]

Demi nodded. "For the betting thing earlier. You owe me a few bucks,' she pointed out. Though he might have already handed over some money, that didn't mean he couldn't hand over more. Demi wasn't sure how much "a few" counted as; to be honest, she had some difficulty figuring out this whole money thing period. They gave her an "allowance" or something, but she hadn't actually done anything with it. It had just been on this card thing after all, and she just left that on her dresser.

Whatever: all Demi cared about was heading to where they'd be getting more corn dogs. Already her underfed stomach (problem of avoiding the cafeteria and what have you) started to churn. "Of course I'm going to prove them wrong: I'm better then them," she said, rolling her eyes and snorting. She paused for a moment, looking at Scott for a few long seconds.

"I'm not a little kid, you know," she said, riling slightly. "I'm fourteen. I'm just... compact," she snorted. She knew she was about six inches to a foot shorter than she should be, and relatively thin, though that was mostly because of the whole avoiding the cafeteria thing. she'd at least been normal weight for her size before.

[Scott O'Riley]

"Right. Yeah, you'll get your money." He waved a dismissive hand to her. So the girl's memory was as strong as her hands. That was going to prove very useful some day.

Scott didn't know what it was about her that made him seem genuinely interested in getting her under his wing, but here he was, sort of feeding the prized cow. "You are." Scott admitted with a nod, matching her stare for stare, though his looked less...determined.

Raising both eyebrows at the reveal of her age, the corner of Scott's lips tugged downwards as he nodded. "Still a kid." He responded. "But your size, that's easily mended. You just gotta get a regular sleeping shedule and the right meals to consume."

He had had a rigorous training regime growing up, one that targeted muscle definition. In time, Demi could definitely grow to be a lean mean fighting machine. She already had the strength down pat.

With the corn dogs finally done, Scott grabbed the couple of paper bags handed to him after paying, handing one over to Demi. "It's hot." Scott warned Demi, smirking slightly as he was reminded by her reaction to it before.

[Demi Smith]

Okay, so Demi would get her money. Not that she really cared all that much about money since, well, it was just stupid paper that could sometimes buy stuff like food (though she could get that for free so she didn't really see a huge reason to go around worrying about it). The nod and admission of her superiority mattered a good deal more to Demi then a few lousy bucks. She smirked with confidence at admission, practically swelling.

Which all deflated when Scott continued. "oh yeah, 'cuz you're, what, sixteen?" she retorted fiercely. "Those extra two years and drugs must've really helped you get to be so much bigger then me." Demi snorted. She was tempted to add that she'd gotten fed just fine until she got to this stupid place. Wasn't like she went around starving herself. She just happened to be on the thin side was all, and all that thin was lean muscle.

"Yeah, yeah," she mumbled, taking the dogs and practically salivating. Demi dug around for a bit, eventually pulling one out. She eyed it with a unique kind of lust before blowing on it for a bit. She eventually opted for a bite, only wincing a bit as the heat entered her mouth. Didn't matter: still tasted good.

[Scott O'Riley]

It was quite refreshing seeing a kid with this much determination. Scott was sort of tired seeing all the hippie children who just wanted world peace. It was high time some of them were actually the type to grab life by the balls.

Her response made him chuckle. He couldn't help it, she was small and rage appearing on something so small and kind of adorable was laughable. He knew he'd probably get repercussions for his response but hell, he'd like to see her rage. Though the mention of drugs did make him raise an eyebrow. He let it slide; the girl didn't know what she was talking about.

"Hey, I'm at my prime, dude. If I got any bigger than this, I'd look like the damn Hulk. A reference you probably wouldn't get." He added the last part as an afterthought.

When she took the corndogs and ate one, Scott grinned lightly before digging into his. He's going to have to shed all of this tonight at the gym. It wasn't going to be pretty.

"Hey, so you wanna train with me some time? At the Arena, your powers against mine."

[Demi Smith]

Demi's eyes narrowed dangerously as Scott laughed. Considering their height differences, she figured that she was at a fairly decent level to knee him in the crotch. It wouldn't even take more than a fractional shift, and it would certainly prove Demi's point in all kinds of ways that worked to her advantage. However, he soon explained it, getting defensive pretty soon.

"I know what a hulk is," retorted Demi. "I'm not an idiot. It's a big dumb guy so, yeah, I'm looking at one," she took another vicious bit of her corndog, smirking around it as she chewed. The offer had her raising her brows.

"You desperate for me to kick your butt? Seeing as your power is clearly in sucking a bunch," she replied. She pointed the corndog at him, smirking as she looked him over again. She'd gone toe to toe with Slade Konrad and hurt him; she could handle this popinjay.

[Scott O'Riley]

Scott pursed his lips to stop himself from laughing at her response. He actually felt a little bad that nothing the girl said was at all threatening and he wasn't taking her seriously. He should have but she just looked so adorable.

"Oh yeah. I'm a masochist. I live for that." He nodded, still holding back his laughter. "So you up for it? If you manage to knock me out, I'll get you all the corndogs you want. I'll even hire someone to make them for you."

[Demi Smith]

Usually when someone acted that cocky, they had the ability to back it up. Demi knew that firsthand. She also knew that she really didn't care: she could outperform most students who'd been here twice as long, especially when it came to fighting.

"Sure, name a time and a place," replied Demi airily. She took another bite of her corndog, talking around the food as she continued: "You'd better bring more bucks with you, 'cause you're definitely going to be buying me a lot."

And maybe that would mean that Demi could avoid the "cafeteria," which suited her just fine.

[Scott O'Riley]

When the girl finally agreed to his whims, Scott nodded and grinned, pulling out a few of the sticks in his paper bag and put it in hers. "Good girl. Next week, the Arena. Say two-ish. Bring your A game." He shrugged and bit into his food.

The mention of bringing more money had him chuckling. "I'll bring you a moose if you want." He joked, playing with her confusion. Dick move but who ever said Scott wasn't one?

"Come on, beansprout. Let's get back to the school. It's way past your bedtime."

[Wrap?]