Fuel to Fire

[Scott O'Riley]

Scott simply nodded when Emma responded to his question. She wasn't the type to waste time and he was glad for it. Less hassle. His place was close too. Walking distance.

Her remark made him snort. The only reason he was even in the bar was now walking home with him. Yes, he had alcohol at home. Her raised eyebrow was met with a smirk before he moved to the front to open the door for her.

Apparently it was manners.

"I'm offended you even needed to ask."

[Emma Delacroix]

"Hey," blonde shrugged, "You never know what kind of people you meet out here anymore." She offered him a light smirk at that; she didn't honestly think he was that much of a bad guy. Bad boy, sure, but not an awful human being.

"I'm going to take that as a yes, then," she added as she focused her attention forward. It was chillier out tonight than what she'd expected, and she for one, couldn't wait for them to get inside somewhere warmer.

"Just don't lock me inside some kind of weird dungeon," she continued, her playful tone returning. "A sex dungeon I might agree on, but only if I can decide on the toys."

[Scott O'Riley]

Giving a slight shrug in agreement to Emma's statement, Scott chuckled and nodded when she made her assumption.

When she brought up the sex dungeon, Scott couldn't help shaking his ehad in amusement. This girl was into some shit, wasn't she? He was just hopeful she wasn't the type to be all talk and no action. He wasn't into teases.

"Oh don't start what you can't finish, hon." Scott smirked before pointing to his duplex. "That's me. And I don't think I could even fit another room in there, let alone a sex dungeon." He fished for his keys in his pocket and smirked. "Toys, I can do." He threw over his shoulder before opening the door and going straight to his kitchen, throwing his keys on the kitchen counter.

"D'you want beer or hard liqour?"

[Emma Delacroix]

She had to laugh a little at that; The life of a bartender wasn't exactly a luxurious one, so she could relate to having too small a space to fit anything remotely interesting into your apartment. Still, she had to admit that the boy showed her crazy antics with humor, and that was by far the best response he could have come with tonight. "Well, aren't you adventurous," she replied with a smirk.

"Considering how I've been smelling hard liquor all night, I'll start out with a beer," she said as she tossed the boy a side-ways glance. "We'll see how it goes after that." She was starting to feel the exhaustion seep into her body, but she was nowhere near ready to call it a day just yet.