a/n. AVP, a/p doesn't belong to me. Otherwise it'd be so much dorkier.
PREDELICTION:
Spook-night. Dia de los muertes. All Hallow's Eve. A time for lots of candy or scary movie marathons. The perfect time to be allowed to dress up into something naughty and dance around with your other girl pals. To booty-bounce anti-social wall flowers of boys and laugh your heads off over green-tinted koolaid and lime margaritas. I knew Hallow Ween was Skank-Day, for hitched up skirts and a little too much nunga-nunga showing. But I had chosen around febuary to begin work on a Gone With the Wind costume, so it would be a hoot trying to "take it down" with my friends. Besides, a little too much nunga-nunga would still show.
My friends, like I thought, were mostly skimpy bunnies and other animals, body appendages, or lip-in-o-position splendor. But they really had fun picking on me and my fabulous Scarlet O'Hera costume. Mainly, because I'm so not Miss Drama. I'm the brain-box, usually comanding and loud, and not bi-polar. I'm the phycologist, after all. Also, I'm usually something cooler-weirder, like an Alien, or a cosplaying princess from some crumy eighties anime. Always the joker. Never the hoochie. So this low-cleaveged-blessed costume was a HOOT! A royal HOOT!
Everyone had great fun. Kate, a witch with a really pointy hat, who USE to be Katie till she "grew up," stood up under one of my skirts, the very first time she took a look at my guise. Miachel, a lion in an adorable too-big outfit, pointed at my costume, or rather my nunga-nungage, and said, "Wow. Real .. overdone. Funny." Yeah .. Miachel's an accountant. That's his version of "Hoot." Pointing at my small pathetic breasts and saying, "Overdone." But, in order to explain our roots, we took Greek together in college, so he's stuck to my side by doing my taxes and all the nasty bugger that I don't think about and leave to poor abused Mikey until around June. Jana announced that she wanted a picture, only she took a picture top-up. "Say Porn star!"
"Porn Star!" I gave a dorgy smile, and she took a shot, which would probably, and sadly, be placed on her blog with a big blue smudge over my face.
And just as I speculated, booty bouncing anti-social dorgs in my get-up was fantastic laughs. Of course I don't sexually harass them. Whenever they agree to a dance, I do the snorkel, the disco, the monkey, the surfer, the macarana. The waltz, the fox trot, the slow dance, and then .. I bounce them. Usualy their really into it, and get the joke. "Oh YEAH .." is usually followed by it. I bounced a number of dorgs; Scream, a drag queen, Ken, and Captin Kirk. But the best hadn't come yet.
Someone stood amoungst all the dancers, hands at sides, slouched, just kind of watching with amusement, obviously the victim of the third-wheel set up. They were in full comstume as a Predator. I LOVE the game, but I like being the alien. Predators are SO smexy to me. But let's keep that our little secret. Or rather my little dirty secret. When it saw me, the Prdeator's hands went on its hips, and it looked my way.
"Howdy, inttergalactic warrior. What brings you to these here parts?"
"Females," He answered intelligibly.
"And does the space suit dance?"
The predator shurgged, then did "the hitch hicker" ditty. Tres amusing, watching a predator's armor turn around and proceed to do the robot. I held out my hands, and taught him the waltz. His armored legs poked into my legs as we turned, which was okay through about twelve layers of under-skirts. He caught onto everything I did pretty quickly, for a skirt chaser.
"You're a pretty good dancer."
He didn't reply. Techno started to play, and he did some weird tribal looking war-dance. I did the shawl dance, which he seemed to be amused by. "You're a good dancer," said my own voice to me.
I grinned. "Wicked! Did you make your costume? Where'd you put the tape recorder?"
He shrugged. Store bought.
"Okay .." I said to myself, before going back to dancing.
Later on, we booty-bounced. The look on his face was CLASSIC. Assuming this was amusing, he copied, and then we decided we'd rather do the robot again. He was a lot of fun, I had to admit to myself.
Don't you think you're very self-destructive with relationships? My father use to ask me. And I guess I am .. I guess it's kind of strange that a phycologist whose devoted their life to solving other people's problems runs away from any envolvement in a love life ... No one's called me on it, yet, though. Nadie. Just my dad.
"I like your costume," I said. My voice echoed. "Ah, thanks. Kinda creepy," I admited. "But I still like it. I meant, your costume."
I got us margaritas, with the black salt on the top. He shook his head. "Oh? You don't drink?"
" .. don't drink," my voice echoed. I did a slight profile of him in the back of my head; role-player, escapist, joker, adaptable .. Not entirely obsessed with his role. Takes role very lightly. Possibly wants to scare me. Gets off on being a prankster. It IS Halloween.
"How would you like to go back to my place?" I asked after people started filing out of the club.
"I would like that," My voice replied.
"Hmmmmmmmm," I smiled.
I got out my keys from my bossom, and motioned for him to follow me. "We can take my car."
"Okay .." my voice agreed.
"You are SUCH a geek," I laughed. "Don't change," I tried to use my sexiest voice on the later.
"Geek?" my voice asked.
"Yep, like me." A real smexy roll-playing geek coming over to my place? But did I really want to pretend with him? To be whatever a romantic is for a predator? What would that be? I never read those books with more info about the species or anything. I'm not that big of a avpfandoid.
He seemed to be very uncomfortable in my car, and especially bothered by the seat belt.
"Just take it off," I suggested mroe then with just zeal.
"I'm okay," he replied, in his own voice. This was a start.
"What's your name?"
"Go'ma."
"Reeeeally? That's interesting." Apperantly he really was into role-play. "I'm Scarlet."
"Scar-let," he repeated carefully. Some serious profiling started. Did I want this nut in my house? Maybe. We could always play Predator versus Alien rough-and-tumble. I grinned at the thought. But it would be cool to finally have a friend who could stomache sitting through that game with me.
"So what leigon are you from? What clan?" I asked Mr. Spaceman.
"kiss-iss," he replied in his own voice. How adorble. I swooned.
"Awwww, that's cute."
Mr. Spaceman looked out the window. "This is really slow,"
"And you'd have me get a ticket for go'n mock five, hugh?"
"Mock you? No." Maybe he was just role-playing.
"Honestly, aren't you a trekkie?"
"No," he said truthfully. Problem one ... found. But that might change.
Together, we entered my apartment. He looked around at the murals of a castle and stars. "Cute" was all he said, before looking at all the books and CDs. "You are a scholar here," he noted. "A linguist. And a ... phycologist." His own voice, I noted. He stationed himself in front of my notebook, where a bobble-head Predator stood in hissing-position. With a "talon," he sent the head nodding, "You are a SUCH geek. Don't change." He turned, and faced me, before pointing at AVP one and two. "Show me," he comanded.
I popped them in, "SURELY you've played these before."
"No, games?"
"Yes."
I showed him his choices of players, and he picked predator. Typical. I played as the alien.
"You like those?" He asked me solemnly.
"They're really the best players," I replied, feeling irationally ashamed. "And easier to use. Not all the gadgets."
He was pretty good with the predator. He seemed miffed everytime I pointed out a better combo, or cheats. It was .. adorable. Irationality, my father's voice scuffed.
"How good of a human are you?" I noticed he spoke with the Queen's English.
"I'm decent. Not as good as an alien, though."
He took this in, and nodded. It was strange .. he still hadn't taken his costume off yet. A wicked thought came to mind. "Are you naked, under all that?" Jesus!
"Yes," he said, as if I was stupid.
I let out a loud long laugh, and had to hit pause on our game. He seemed a little ticked off and offended.
"Tell me you're wearing underwear!"
"Yes," he seemed REALLY P-OD.
"Listen .. I think .. maybe we should talk a little .. but after the game." He ended up beating me. I didn't say I let him win, as I would have normally, just to tease him. "Can't you even take off your mask to talk with me?"
"I'm okay .." He insisted.
"Alright," my eyes bugged. "So, anyway, I have to ask you something .."
"Yes?"
"... What is it your looking for, in romance? How do you feel about romance?"
He seemed really offended by this question. "Romance? That is so typical of your kind."
I laughed at him. "No, actually, the male species has been found to be the more romantic of the sexes of the species." I knew where I was taking this— romance is NOT a one night stand, so be prepared for dissapointment .. and such.
He shook his head. "Crazy,"
"Really? And who do you think came up with the idea of flowers, and roses, and all that? A girl? She wouldn't have asked him for all that. And you guys are the ones who talk about crap like, 'I could see her in a crowd miles away .. and be able to know her face .. I'm so in love ..'"
"That is not what I feel," he defended.
"And how do you feel?"
This question puzzled him beyond explanation. But that was okay. I'm a phycologist— I can deal with that. "Sex is to make offspring, and that is the sole purpose. To find a mate worthy of that honor is the purpose of one's service to a peoples."
"Is THAT what you really think? So you've adopted the predator idealology, in other words?"
"Yes," He said, before placing a hand on my leg. It was awfully close to my stomache, though.
"And you want to have my children, then?"
"Yes," His hand traced upwards, and then to my face. I noticed little blinking lights on his wrist bands.
"Well, that's not mine. I have no intention of having your children right now. I take birth controll, and I practice safe sex so as to spread the hugs and not the stds ... Really, all I want is someone to play AVP with, and have fun."
"That's honorable. But I don't have stds." His hand pulled away from my face, and he undid two chords from his mask. Just like in the movie I had seen, I could hear the little woosh of air, and then a growl.
Holy SHIT.
a/n. I hope you all enjoed the chappy very muuch. Please comment, and any suggestions/ help would be greatly appreciated. Ciao for now ..