Ok, this whole thing is on a challenge. (tips hat to friend, darkone020) not meant to be perverted, but that's just sorta Charles Dalton for ya. Basically how he meets his wife in my other fic, Keep Them Guessing.

"Mary, that guy had been staring at you since he walked in here." Liz Forester said to her straight-laced friend has she casually leaned against the bar. Liz worked a cigarette in her fingers and a tight black shirt. Her bangs fell in her face, hiding her eyes to the point where they were hazel glimmers beneath her blonde hair. She exhaled a plume of smoke as Mary turned to see the guy that had been accused of staring. She turned pink and returned to her drink as soon as she made confirmations. Liz ribbed her.

"Go talk to him." She said. "You could use some activity, clam."

"No. I know who that is. He's only been nearly kicked off campus eight times." Mary replied.

"Why?"

"Sexual advances on female students. But his parents are loaded, so he stays."

Liz grinned and tossed another glance in the guy's direction. "Oo, a trouble maker."

"Yeah, Sara had some trouble with him last semester."

"So how come I don't know this guy?"

"You're only totally absorbed in your studies at all times."

"And you're not?"

"Point taken. Maybe we should leave."

"Nah, get me another shot."

"You've been able to drink for three months and you've drank more than some people drink in a year."

Liz smiled dirtily as she picked up her shot and downed it. "I'm intrigued. What's his name?"

"Oh no. You are not going over there."

"Hey, if I want to I should."

"No."

"Then let's make it interesting. I have ten bucks that says I can have him drooling in five minutes. Your ten are going to say I can't."

"Liz Forester!"

"Wanna do it?"

"I need the money." Mary said throwing her money on the bar. "Loser has to pay for the drinks."

"Yup." Liz took a drag off her cigarette and walked over to the guy. Mary called her back first though. "He calls himself 'Nuwanda' if it's any help." She said. Liz shrugged. She slid through the crowd and up to her 'victim'. She cut right to the chase, smiting her cigarette on the floor and teasing open the first few buttons of her shirt.

"My kind of girl." The 'Nuwanda' character said his eyebrows hitting his hairline. "Straight forward." He tried to snake an arm around her waist, but she smacked it down.

"On my terms." She said.

"What would those be?"

"You wait until I win my bet."

"What bet?"

"My friend bet ten dollars I could get to you."

"What a waste."

"No kidding."

"What do I do then?"

"Drool."

"Like this?"

"Ugh, that's disgusting."

"Hey, it's what you said."

"What's you major?" Liz asked, trying to hold off a little longer.

"Music."

"Hm, band fag are we?"

"You know what they say about the band kids. They have the most sex."

"You're very single minded aren't you?"

"I can be."

Liz let the arm around her waist this time. Hey, he was pervert, but he was a hot pervert at least. When you start to make out, it's not something (or at least this time) that you want to describe for future reference. All that's fit to say is that Liz's roommate didn't get much sleep that night. Liz did win her money. And her future husband.

(grins) um yeps, short and strange. So guess you should just read it and tell me what you think. Uh, I don't usually write stuff like this, so give me a break. Ok? Ok! i know the ending is short, but i couldn't write it...i kept cracking up or going really red. sorry

- the Druidess