Julius Kanteon glanced around the house that his usual club group had abandoned the club for with a critic's eye. "Screwed her. Screwed her. Not a good lay. Screwed her. Screwed her. Screwed her. Great lay but...screwed her."
"Julius, would you stop looking around like a predator. It makes you look like a rapist." Landon Keller took a drink from the glass in front of him but continued to watch his friend.
Jax laughed; a dark, raspy sound emerged. "Julius is a rapist."
"You two are not funny. I need something...new." He glanced around, stopping on several figures within what might have been a bar and grill. He them over. The more noticeable one was a guy in jeans and a bright black silk shirt with giant pink leaves patterned across. His expression was somewhat troubled. The scowling girl with him drew Julius' attention.
"That new enough for you, buddy?" Landon smirked after following his gaze. "Looks like jailbait."
"I'd say eighteen or better."
"Try seventeen."
Both turned to Jax. "How would you know?"Julius demanded, studying his friend.
"The Serpent King can tell..."
Juilus stopped listening and raked his eyes over the girl, thinking. She looked quite promising- a good bit shorter than him, brown hair, and a little bit innocent. She was tall enough to reach his neck with dark hair to below her shoulders. Jeans so tight they could have been one of Jax's "shed" skins clung to her hips with a maroon halter top with black markings across the front and what could only be defined as "hooker boots." Something silver hung around her neck.
Wait. Black hooker boots and silver?
"She's perfect."
"Perfect if you want to get charged with rape...stick with something your own age."
"Doesn't apply to me,"Landon said as he stood. "I'm seventeen. It isn't rape or anything illegal. I like that announcer."
Julius smirked. "You forget-eighteen's legal to seventeen in New York...Jax?"
"Sure. Might as well get charged with rape...will Apocalypse bail us out of jail.....?"
"Julius, would you stop looking around like a predator. It makes you look like a rapist." Landon Keller took a drink from the glass in front of him but continued to watch his friend.
Jax laughed; a dark, raspy sound emerged. "Julius is a rapist."
"You two are not funny. I need something...new." He glanced around, stopping on several figures within what might have been a bar and grill. He them over. The more noticeable one was a guy in jeans and a bright black silk shirt with giant pink leaves patterned across. His expression was somewhat troubled. The scowling girl with him drew Julius' attention.
"That new enough for you, buddy?" Landon smirked after following his gaze. "Looks like jailbait."
"I'd say eighteen or better."
"Try seventeen."
Both turned to Jax. "How would you know?"Julius demanded, studying his friend.
"The Serpent King can tell..."
Juilus stopped listening and raked his eyes over the girl, thinking. She looked quite promising- a good bit shorter than him, brown hair, and a little bit innocent. She was tall enough to reach his neck with dark hair to below her shoulders. Jeans so tight they could have been one of Jax's "shed" skins clung to her hips with a maroon halter top with black markings across the front and what could only be defined as "hooker boots." Something silver hung around her neck.
Wait. Black hooker boots and silver?
"She's perfect."
"Perfect if you want to get charged with rape...stick with something your own age."
"Doesn't apply to me,"Landon said as he stood. "I'm seventeen. It isn't rape or anything illegal. I like that announcer."
Julius smirked. "You forget-eighteen's legal to seventeen in New York...Jax?"
"Sure. Might as well get charged with rape...will Apocalypse bail us out of jail.....?"