Thread: Neon (1x1 WilyRily & Niksis)

Dylan heard the voice and raised her eyes to the man in front of her, which she instantly recognized. Blinking a few times she tried to piece everything that was swimming through her head together. Part of her was scared because she was drunk, part of her was worried because of the fact that she had thrown a man into the wall, and another part of her was mad that Jonas was once again appearing in her life. Saying nothing she she leaned back a little, letting her palms hit the pavement behind her back and rolling her head back. Letting out a sigh of relief as the Peacekeeper informed her that the man was going to live, as death was something she certainly didn't want to be responsible for. Even though the drugs were probably going to take him out sooner rather than later. Where's your date? He left with someone else, didn't he? Turning her head she glared at him. Obviously annoyed that he was poking at somewhat fresh wound. Still, she was ultimately the reason she was alone. Had she just been able to nod and smile and put up with his bullshit, she would probably be curled up naked next to him right now. As she thought about it, she wasn't even sure if that was somewhere she wanted to be. Either way, she remained silent, not sure what to say or how badly it would coe out with how inebriated he was. The apology was welcomed, as was the hand that was held out in front of her. Taking she quickly pulled herself upright, which was easy enough given her smaller frame compared to Jonas. Once on her feet she moved to brush off her ass, bits of grit and gravel getting pushed back onto the sidewalk from which they came. The mention of curfew made her wince though, especially since she had planned to be anywhere but the street at the moment the clock struck midnight and she turned into the proverbial pumpkin. I'll have to take this guy to the station, so I'm afraid I can't arrest you for breaking curfew. I don't need you to do me any favors ya know? I've spent the night in the drunk tank before. Why it came out of her mouth, she wasn't entirely sure. Dylan was always one to let her mouth get her in trouble, but being drunk the little control she usually had was nonexistent. And...for the record...I turned Jack down. Yes, it's true...he may have left with somebody else...but it was only because I turned him down. The words were a little slurred, and her hands moved elaborately as she tried to convey the importance of certain words. Making sure it was clear that SHE had turned HIM down and so on. Dylan still couldn't tell why she was so irritated, or why she was taking it out on a Peacekeeper of all people, but she was feeling this ball of pent up frustration in her stomach that needed to come out. Oh, and one more thing! You may appear charming and nice and attractive with all your 'here's mt jacket' and 'let me help you up' and 'I wont take you to a holding cell' but I don't buy it! Every time she spoke for him she would lower his voice, mocking as best she could the voice of what a big strong male would sound like. Oh, and she knew she needed to stop talking, but despite the fact that her brain was screaming at her to cease and desist...she couldn't. You're probably the worst of all! Pretending you're not what you actually are, that you're not a part of something dark and evil. EVIL I SAY!