Midnight VIP [Alyson/Sebastian]

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian had stood back up and moved away from her once her old shoes were put into the bag and he saw she was satisfied with the ones she had. He moved to the men's side and looked through their shoes but they were no better. Why a man would walk around in a pair of pink and purple sneakers was beyond Sebastian. There was nothing manly about those colors and he wouldn't be caught dead in something so emasculating. When he glanced back over his shoulder he had to double take at what he saw.

He saw her bare shoulders when there had been a shirt hanging off of them just moments before. Then his eyes landed on the straps of her bra, continuing down to the curves of her hips. He sidestepped to the left and kept his eyes fixated on her the whole time as she pulled another shirt over her head. This one was odd the way that it hung. Not that he'd complain. He could see just enough of her pale back to make it a tease. He'd grown fond of the nineties, when women started wearing shorter tops and showing off their midriff. It was sexy, and Alyson looked sexy in it.

"I like that shirt." Sebastian commented after she'd said there had to be something that he liked. And it was true. Although when she threw on the hat he didn't think that went well. And it was as if she knew exactly what he was thinking as she explained that hats didn't go well with curls.

"I don't have a favorite store." He told her flatly and moved across the store again allowing his fingers to brush across the hangers, making some of them clink against each other quietly.

The comment about the bra brought a smile to his face and he nodded his head. "Fine. Now that it's just the two of us, let's go back to Victoria's Secret." Sebastian told her and moved closer so he could pluck the ugly hat off her head before moving past her towards the exit of the store. He knew the lingerie store wasn't too far away. He reached up and put his hands against the gate so he could lean forward and watch her.

"You know it isn't everyday that I'm asked to try on a woman's bra. Let's go before I change my mind." Sebastian was secure enough with himself that he knew he wouldn't feel any shame in what he was going to do for Alyson. It might be a little easier if he were intoxicated but unfortunately the shopping mall didn't have a liquor store.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

This shirt was definitely more comfortable. It felt like it was hardly even there the way it draped loosely over her frame and stopped before her stomach. She blushed when he mentioned he liked the shirt, but she a feeling she knew what he'd meant. She shot him a look as she continued looking at the hats, the silly one still on her head. She didn't like any of them. They were all terrible, so she moved on, seeing a pink, blue and purple checkered sweatshirt. She grabbed one, deciding she liked it and then it would keep her warm if she got cold.

Before she knew it he was beside her, his hands freeing her curls from the dreaded neon hat and proclaiming they should go back to Victoria Secret. She had only been joking! She didn't really want to watch him dress in a bra, but as she thought it there was a part of her that actually did. She had never seen a man do it, and the thought was sort of funny.

"You're not going to flirt with the mannequins are you?" She asked as they walked out of Journeys and back towards the lingerie store. She already had her goods, though her time had been clipped by her disagreement with Sebastian and her huffing over to the electronic store. She turned towards it, remembering what had happened only a couple of hours ago.

"Because I'm actually okay with it if you do. skanky sales clerks on the other hand..." When he opened the gate she let herself in and hopped up onto the register, sitting and facing him, the sweatshirt still in her hand in case she got cold, her new green shoes swinging.

"Alright, let's see it. Put on a show for me. I want to see all those sexy bras!" She called out to him, actually excited about the idea of watching him an ass of himself. She had seen him fly off the handle in a fit of rage, seen him be sarcastic and even gentle. Now she was going to see his idiot side. Maybe it would make his outbursts more bearable if she could picture him acting like a moron for her entertainment. She snapped her fingers at him, a genuine smile, one of the firsts with him, crossing her lips. "C'mon, chop chop!"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Once they entered the store Sebastian rolled his eyes. He could tell that Alyson was clearly jealous that he'd been talking to the sales clerk earlier that night and the thought of her jealous made him smirk a bit to himself. Women only called other women names if they felt threatened by them in his experience. He moved around the counter and reached into the space under the counter top, feeling around at the bags and assorted items to try and find what he wanted.. his fingers came to the knob and he turned it. He knew that some stores could control the volume of the music that played but they couldn't turn it off. And that had been the case here as he turned up the volume the music played over the store's speakers.

"Now, which one was it?" Sebastian could hear Alyson trying to tell him to hurry and he glanced over his shoulder, giving her a sarcastic look before he shrugged out of his jacket and set it on the counter and walked out from behind it. He crossed his arms and grabbed the bottom of his shirt pulling it straight over his head and setting it down beside his jacket. He felt at ease, walking towards one of the drawers and pulling it open.

"How do these sizes work? There's numbers and letters." He asked since he'd never actually worn a bra before and he wasn't sure how that worked. He could care less what his bra size would have been and reached for one that looked like it would fit, except when he pulled the band around his chest he couldn't get the ends to meet behind his back. He tossed it onto the floor and grabbed another that was a size bigger. Or at least as far as the numbers went it was. This time he was able to get it around his back and clasped. Of course the clasp took him a while since he was usually taking a bra off someone and not putting it on well.. himself.

Sebastian turned towards Alyson in the pink lacy bra and looked down to see what it looked like himself. The cups were clearly too big and stuck out but it didn't stop him from pushing his elbows up against the sides of his chest to try and fill it in. Not that it did much but looked comical.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

There was a tingle in her gut when his arms crossed over his body, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over. His back made her uncomfortable, but his torso was one to be envied by men. He was lean and cut, the V to his groin was so well defined that she had to actually look away so as not to squirm. It would be so much easier to hate him if he just didn't look like that.

She liked the song playing and felt her body move ever so slightly to the rhythm as he looked at the bras. "Number compares to the size of your body, letter to your breasts. I would think you were a negative A. You're flat." She teased, pursing her lips to contain the smile that threatened, though her cheeks clearly showed what she was trying to hide.

She watched him struggle with the clasp, knowing it was probably easier for him to take it off than put it on. Her eyes skimmed down the bony back and once more she was brought back to wondering why he was that way. She knew he wasn't completely human. Or maybe he was and was part of some crazy experiment that made him so fast and strong. Had he been beaten as a child? Would that cause his spine to protrude that way? Why was he the way he was? What was wrong with him?

As he turned to her all thoughts of his back disappeared when she got a glimpse of him. "Oh.." She did her best to stifle a laugh but she couldn't keep it in when he tried to push his non-existent breasts forward to fill the too large cups.

"Now that's hot." She teased. He looked ridiculous and for a moment she actually did think it was sort of hot. Him walking around in a bra wasn't sexy but the way he toyed with it was. "You look so pretty! Pinks not your color, though. I'd go with that blue and black one over there." she pointed out. "An you could always stuff those puppies with some panties." She bit her lip and started giggling, shaking her head. Who knew Victorias Secret could be so much fun!

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Pink wasn't Sebastian's color and he was okay with that. He didn't want pink to be his color. He fumbled a bit more trying to unlatch the pink bra and then threw it on top of his head, giving him two very round pink bumps. He didn't care how silly he looked. He could tell from Alyson's expression that she was having a good time watching him humiliate himself and that was worth it enough for him. He was confident enough with himself that he didn't mind doing ridiculous things like this when it was in private. In public? That was another story.

He moved his hips, bouncing up and down and side stepping playfully to the very girly music that was playing over the store's speaker system. Sebastian picked up the blue bra that Alyson had referred to and stuck his arms through the straps and found himself struggling to clasp this one as well. This time he gave up and left it unhooked while he reached into other drawers and pulled out two hands full of underwear. Everything from thongs to boy shorts in all sorts of colors and styles. He strolled over to where Aly was seated and did a quick turn on his heel so that his back was facing her. "I'm having a bit of an issue. Would you do the honors?" He asked and began stuffing the bra full of the underwear, just as she had suggested.

When he tilted his head down the pink bra fell to the floor and he used his foot to kick it to the side a bit. When he was done stuffing the bra he tilted his head from side to side making it crack and did it feel good. "I don't see how you can find these comfortable." He pulled out a very small thong that hardly had any fabric on it at all and the front of it was heart shaped. "I feel like I should be flossing my teeth with them." And with that he took the side and stuck it into his mouth and allowing it to dangle almost like he was a dog that had gotten into the underwear drawer.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Alyson simply shook her head as he slid the bra onto his own. He looked like an idiot, but she appreciated it. It made his scary side seem so much less scary. In fact, it was almost endearing the way he was trying to make her laugh. She took this as a sign of him trying to make up for what he'd done to her so far; the threats and fear he instilled in her... it was a lot. He only wanted her to be happy with him. She could see that. If only he gone about it a different way. Maybe she would have dated him. She knew she wouldn't have given him the time of day, though. He had been such an arrogant shit the night she met him, she was certain there was no way he could have won her over. Not immediately. She licked her lips thinking about it as he began swaying his hips and moving to the music. He wasn't so bad...

She watched him struggle with the bra, grinning like an idiot at him. "Not so easy is it?" She taunted when he'd asked for help. Her eyes ran over his back and she had the overwhelming urge to touch it, wondering what it felt like, but held back. That would be rude. She took a moment longer than necessary to look before clasping the bra for him.

"You look so pretty!" She teased, stifling a laugh as he cracked his neck. It made her wrinkle her nose a bit; that was sort of creepy. "I don't see how you can find these comfortable. I feel like I should be flossing my teeth with them." Alyson reached for the panties after he slid them into his mouth and yanked them free. "Hey, I never said they were comfortable." She looked at the panties and held them up, dangling them at eye level. "Actually these might not be so bad. There's pretty much nothing to them. It's like they're not there." Alyson preferred feeling her underwear on her ass and not slid between her ass crack, but even she owned a few thongs. Or did.

"And you shouldn't stick these things in your mouth. You never know where they've been, even from a store." She openly shuddered at the idea and dropped them on the register like they were contaminated with some sick disease. "I'm glad you opted to try the bra on instead of those." She laughed, smirking at him. She'd already seen too much of him. She'd seen all of him... Her eyes danced across his face and then she blushed, looking away. "Are you finished your show?" She asked, sounding almost bashful.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian couldn't hide the amusement from his expression when she told him that the underwear that was just in his mouth might actually be comfortable because of the lack of cloth that there was. Sebastian had never and nor would he ever try on a thong. At least not without something between his private parts and said thong. Although he was comfortable enough wearing a blue bra stuffed to the brim with ladies underwear he would never be comfortable enough with a thong riding up his ass. And he was glad that she didn't try to ask him to try that on.

When Alyson began scolding him about putting things in his mouth the sly smile spread so far across his face it was almost as if he were the cheshire cat from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland. He kept the bra on and turned so that he could lean forward with his arms firmly planted on the counter beside the girl. She was beginning to open up and he liked that. He could only take so much of her feeling sorry for herself and this new Alyson was doing wonders for Sebastian. He didn't mind making a fool of himself if it kept her entertained and in such a light mood.

"You're right. I'm glad I chose to go for the bra as well. And I'm finished if you want me to be." Sebastian pushed himself off the counter and stood up straight, one arm bent and behind his back as he unlatched the bra and holding the cups so that the underwear didn't spill all over the floor he tossed it onto the counter. That way the morning shift would probably think they were just items that needed to be stocked that the evening shift didn't get around to doing.

"But that means its your turn. What should we have you try on first?" He didn't wait for a response and moved between her legs and wrapped an arm around her back. He hoisted her up into the air and held her close so she wouldn't slip out of his grasp as he spun her before setting her down. It was his way of getting her off the counter in a playful way as he hopped up and took her spot. He then mimicked her and began to snap his fingers at her.

"Get a move on, before I'm old and grey." The grin grew even wider if that were even possible.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She didn't want him to be finished. She enjoyed watching him, but she did like how relaxed the air between them had come. He was leaning beside her, stripping the bra off and was now topless. She allowed her eyes to roam over his back, so curious about it, but bashful at the same time.

"But that means its your turn. What should we have you try on first?" Her eyes widened as he grabbed her and she shook her head. No way was she trying something on. She gave a little yelp as he spun her and set her down, watching as he backed up and sat on the counter, snapping at her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, not really angry. He had played her! He'd put on a show only to get her to do one as well. She had two options; one, she could tell him to screw himself, she wasn't doing that, or two, she could play along and tease the hell out of him. She was sure he didn't really expect her to go for it. She'd been so prude with him, and it was obvious she wasn't interested in whatever sick, sexual desires he might have for her.

Only there was a small part of her that was.

"I think I'd like you old and gray." She taunted, crossing her arms over her stomach in the same fashion he had earlier, grabbing the hem of her new shirt and pulling it up over her head. She dropped it at her feet. "Except you'd probably expect sponge baths."

She moved to the racks of bras and chose a purple one that looked almost like a plain old bra except for the black lace that hugged the cleavage, looking almost like a butterfly. She made her way over to the center of the store and gave him a look that was clearly a warning not to try anything, and it was apparent she was uncomfortable. She dropped the new bra on the ground and gulped, pulling her eyes away from him as she swayed her hips to the music. A Carrie Underwood song, so contrast from the one he had on. It was more upbeat and she slid her hands behind her back, unclasping her own bra and holding it there over her chest. with one arm. Slowly she slid her free arm from the bras confines, then the other, holding it in place the entire time. When nothing but the cups were left she turned so her back was to him and let the lingerie drop to her feet. She looked over her shoulder at him, making sure he was staying put, before bending at the waist and picking up the new bra, all the while swaying lightly to the music.

Aly slid the new bra on, her back still to him, adjusting herself to fit in it properly. Crossing her arms over her chest she turned, swaggering over to him and turning, pulling her shoulders forward and exposing the clasp to him. "Would you do the honors?" She asked in the same fashion he had, smirking a little. "I'm having a bit of an issue." She wondered if he would respect her or not, or if he would use this to his advantage to take advantage. She swallowed hard, looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian figured Alyson wasn't going to give him a show but to his surprise she began to strip out of her clothes. Of course he'd seen her in nothing but a bra and panties before, when they bathed together just the night prior, but this time she kept her jeans on. And he didn't know why but a bra and jeans always seemed to look so good together. When she picked up the purple bra he couldn't help but get the sense that purple must have been a favorite color of hers. He didn't mind it at all and actually thought that purple was a very good color on her. It seemed to strangely bring out the colors in her eyes and made them appear all the more beautiful.

"I think I'd like you old and gray."

The comment made him snort and shake his head at the same time. If only she knew just how old he really was. He looked to be just slightly older than her when it came to appearances. But he was old enough to be her grandfather. The thought might have been sickening to some but not to Sebastian. He didn't mind it, and with a body like his he found no reason to reveal his true age. Not to mention his age only meant he had that much more experience. He pressed an amused grin on his face at the comment about sponge baths knowing that when he did look old and grey then he'd be able to get away with sponge baths from hot little women like her. "A man can dream I suppose."

While Alyson peeled off her own bra his eyes weren't on the bar skin at all, but on her swaying ass. He watched, transfixed as she moved to the music that was playing over the speakers. He wasn't a fan of this sort of music but as he watched the girl he was starting to appreciate it. And when she bent down to grab the other bra he found himself shifting his weight and adjusting himself slightly. What he would give to have her doing that without those pants on. And of course the realization came to him, clearly a little later than it probably should have. This was all a game. She was teasing him because she knew she could. It was a power that all women had over men; the ability to tease and torment them with their sexuality. It came so easy for them and it was too hard for a man to refuse. Unless they were batting for the wrong team.

Once the bra was actually pressed up against Alyson's skin did she turn to him so he could actually see the front of her again. And as she came closer he ended up swallowing hard, trying to keep his cool composure when she turned and asked if he'd do the honors. "It's much easier taking them off than putting them on." He told her in his smooth voice and lifted himself to his feet so he could stand behind her and grab the straps in both of his hands. He just stood there for a moment, thinking of how he could just whip the bra right off of her before she had a chance to even react. He could pull her into him and force his way with her right there on the counter, right in the store. He hadn't forgotten that she had actually kissed him back not even hours ago.

He pulled on the sides of the bra and latched it together and set it gently against her back. Her back.. it was so smooth to the touch. Sebastian didn't even ask as he grazed his fingers down the length of her spine and then brought his hands on her hips to rest. He leaned in so his chest just touched her shoulder blades, getting his mouth close to her ear so he could whisper. "You enjoy tormenting me don't you." It wasn't a question but a matter of fact.

Swiftly he pulled away from her but before he went anywhere his hand came flying down and making contact with her ass, giving it a playful spank. Then he walked away and headed towards another part of the store. It seemed that the store was separated into sections, split into three by opened thresholds. He found himself in what looked like the pajama section, where all the pants had 'pink' and 'diva' written across the ass or shirts that were clearly orange but said 'pink'. He didn't get the appeal. Why would you have a single word written across your chest that stated one color and have it another?

He saw a rack that held a bunch of hats. He thought it were strange considering it was clearly spring but it didn't stop him from picking up an orange hat with pink polka dots and fake fur lining the inside with ear flaps. He put it on his head and spotted a pair of pink and blue striped gloves. Did Victoria's Secret not get the memo that winter was over? He put the gloves on his hands but they were too small, so he tossed them over his shoulder and kept looking. Ah! He came up to a scarf that was the same pattern as the ridiculous hat on his head and he pulled it off the rack and wrapped it around his neck. He looked as if he were some idiot model getting ready to pose for a picture in Antarctica shirtless.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

When he grabbed the straps she pulled her eyes from him, waiting for him to clasp it, her head still turned slightly so she could see him from the corner of her eyes without really looking. It took him a moment, her heart racing the whole time. What was taking him so long? Finally, after a pregnant pause, he clasped the bra and she seemed to let the breath she'd been holding slide out slowly

When his finger slid down her back, a chill ran through her and she gulped, her shoulders drawing close as she instinctively pulled her spine inwards from the tickling sensation. She felt his warm body press against hers, paralyzing her. His breath was hot and warm on her ear. "You enjoy tormenting me don't you." Alyson gulped, chills running down her again. Her stomach twisted as she realized yes, she did enjoy tormenting him. She liked to pretend it was unintentional but she knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't that stupid.

She didn't know what to say, but it seemed it didn't matter because in a second he was pulling away from her and heading back to look through the store. Alyson stood there frozen for a moment and then turned to watch him, her back to the counter now. He had evoked such strange feelings in her. No! He was sick and pervy and he'd stolen her. He wasn't even human it seemed! No. She hated him. But even as she thought it she knew it wasn't true. She didn't hate him. In fact, tonight she downright enjoyed him!

All thoughts of her parents were gone for the moment, living in the moment with him. She wandered through the store, desperately trying to discard the thoughts she just had. She saw Sebastian trying hats on and watched from a clearance bin a few yards away silently. He was cute when he wanted to be in a silly way. She was chewing on her bottom lip, pretending to be browsing the underwear, walking slowly around the circular bin, but really her eyes were on him.

When she got to the part of the bin closest to him she leaned against it, her elbows propped on the top and her legs out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. It was a casual stance and she straight up stared over at him. "I do." She finally blurted out. "It's what I do. It's what I've always done." She was surprised by her own confession and pursed her lips, looking away for a second at the too skinny mannequins. They seemed to make even her look fat. "Because I know I can." Her eyes were back on him. "Because I know there's shit you can do about it. What any guy can do about it." She had never confessed this before, and it felt oddly cathartic. "What happens, I get raped? Then I'm the victim and I still win." She gulped and pushed off the rack, almost angry at herself for admitting it despite how relieved she was to have finally said it out loud. She went to her shirt on the ground and the bra she'd come to the mall in and scooped them up.

"I'm ready to leave this store." She grumbled loud enough for him to hear as she pulled the shirt over her head and moved out of the store and back into the mall. She had never grown up, she realized. She was no better than she was in high school.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian could see Alyson out of the corner of his eye as he moved between the racks. He was about to toss something her way and tell her to try it on but she started to say something to him and his attention fell on the girl. He might have looked ridiculous but he was giving her his full focus.

"I do."

He cocked a brow at her and just waited for her to explain. He didn't know what she was trying to confess to. Was it what he'd said about her tormenting him? He was about to find out.

"It's what I do. It's what I've always done."

Alyson began to confess, opening herself up to Sebastian in a way that she hadn't before. He could see it on her face as she explained that she had always been the type to lead men on. His expression grew more serious and he reached up to pull the hat off of his head leaving his hair in a bit of a staticky mess but he didn't pay it any mind at the moment. There was something about the way that she was explaining herself that made an uncomfortable silence come over them when she went to grab her clothes. It left him standing there speechless, crushing the shape of the hat between his hands.

"I'm ready to leave this store."

Tossing the hat onto the floor he realized that this wasn't something that she told just anyone. At least that's the way that he saw it as, with her wanting to hurry out of there as if she needed an escape from the conversation more than the store. He didn't even bother to remove the scarf that he'd draped around his neck but did snatch up his shirt and jacket along with their bags and followed her out of the store. He dropped all the items he'd grabbed onto the ground right there in the walkway since he didn't want to lug them around everywhere and that way he'd be able to spot them from almost anywhere. They were the only bags that were sticking out.

He picked up his pace to catch up to her and passed her so that he could stop in her path and reach up to place his hands on her shoulders. He kept his grip light but still firm enough to make sure she stopped walking and tried to catch her eye with his own. Sebastian wasn't sure why he wanted to stop her at first. He wasn't sure why he cared about the sudden change in her demeanor but he did and he felt like he should do something. Or say something. "What you said back there. You act like it's a bad thing."

Sebastian found that he liked that about Alyson. Her thought process was different than most women, knowing that no matter what she did she would win in any situation with a man. She was strong. His grey eyes watched hers and they began to soften in the slightest way. "That just makes you better than those men. Because men are assholes no matter what front they put up. Take me for example." He shrugged his shoulders a bit and offered a sarcastic sort of smile before his face went serious again.

"You don't want to let people see the good in you. Because when you do they expect good. And you don't want to live up to anyone's expectations." His expression seemed to soften even more and he pulled himself away from her and took a step back. It was almost as if he wasn't talking about her this time but himself. His eyes scanned the ground, furrowed and full of conflict before he turned and started walking in the direction she'd been going before he stopped her.

"What store's next?" He asked, wanting to do something to distract from the route this conversation was going. It was getting too serious for him.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Alyson had no idea where the hell she was going, but she felt like a moron. Not only had she just spilled some of her deepest secrets to the man who kidnapped her, but she realized she was a complete juvenile bitch. She had been out of high school for nearly four years, but somehow she managed to still play the same old games and had no idea she was doing it. It made her feel disgusted with herself and frankly, a little angry.

She wasn't surprised that Sebastian caught up to her, but when he stopped her she scowled, looking away from him. She didn't want to look into those cold eyes of his, to hear his snarky remark about her being a bitch or whatever it was he planned on saying. It was only going to make her feel worse and she just wasn't in the mood. He was trying to catch her eye and despite her best efforts, she ended up giving in, deciding it just wasn't worth the fight of trying to pull away or shutting her eyes like a baby.

"What you said back there. You act like it's a bad thing."

It wasn't what she expected to hear. It was a bad thing! Was he impressed with her awesome bitch skills? She looked annoyed, but that was mostly because of herself. Sebastian on the other hand, looked almost kind. She paid attention as he spoke, watched him compare himself to the assholes. He was one of them, but in that moment, he was something different. Something more. Something better.

"You don't want to let people see the good in you. Because when you do they expect good. And you don't want to live up to anyone's expectations." Her lips parted at his sage words. It hit her so deeply, she was unsure what she could even say. It was how she felt, and though she knew he was speaking more about himself, it hit a little too close to home. She watched him with sad eyes, having a whole new respect for him as well. There was good in him.

Before she knew it he was pulling away, and she didn't want him to. He'd helped her come to a realization and she liked being in that moment with him. She felt so much less ashamed of herself, but it was clear he wanted to drop the subject, and she wanted to, too. No good could come of it. "Whatstore'snext?" She knew it was his defense mechanism. The wall he built which he momentarily knocked down for her, was being reconstructed and she moved quickly to keep up, dropping the bra on the ground figuring they could grab it when they came back for their things later.

Alyson looked around and then smirked, grabbing his hand suddenly. "This one." She said tugging him sharply towards the store to the left. "Open it up." She said coyly. Spencers was always a fun store to get lost in.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

He didn't know what made him open up to her but he'd done it. It was stupid and reckless on his part but it was in the past and he wanted to quickly sweep it under the rug and never talk about it again. When Alyson grabbed his hand he wasn't expecting it. He was expecting her to press on and nag him the way that women often did, but then again Alyson wasn't like most women. He already knew that.

"Open it up."

He almost didn't hear her over his thoughts but he did as she instructed and reached for the keys to open up the gate. Except the keys weren't there. They were back still in the gate to the lingerie store. He thought about doubling back and grabbing them but decided to check the gate first. It was flimsy just like the rest of them and wouldn't be too hard to knock the peg out of the socket that kept it secured. He used both hands and gripped the gate, got his bearing and then jerked it upwards. There was a SNAP but the gate flew right up and they were in.

Spencers was one of those stores that was best for gag gifts or anything so obnoxious that you couldn't find it elsewhere. And first thing on the right wall was a floor to ceiling rack of hats. Everything from band logos to Sesame Street characters were embroidered into the hats. He found a pink and black hat with the Superman logo on the front and he plucked it off the rack and placed it right on Alyson's head before he grabbed one of their cheaply made fedoras and wore that one himself. It went perfect with his blue and pink striped scarf.

Spencers was one of the darker stores and although some of the lights that automatically came on when the mall was closed were on it was still dark. He had to be careful not to bump into anything at first since the aisles were cluttered with so much merchandise even when the store was open it was difficult to walk through it. He found a socket and a plug next to it that wasn't in and crouched down so he could plug it in. Almost instantly all of the lava lamps, electricity balls, black lights and even a disco ball turned on and lit the store up a little better.

"There. This was an interesting choice of store." He'd been there before, strolling around just to look at things. They had interesting lingerie there as well and sex toys. His mind drifted to the sex toys and wondered what she'd do if he grabbed one and stuck it in her face. But then his attention was distracted by a plastic lightsaber sticking out of a tall cardboard box. He pulled one out and hit the on switch. With a whoosh the white plastic glowed red. Naturally he'd grab the color of the siths but he didn't care. He played the bad guy role so well. Holding it out he pretended he was going to cut her with the lightsaber and a crooked little grin showed up on his face.

"I am your father!" He said in a raspy voice as if he were Darth Vader talking to Luke Skywalker. The funny thing was that Sebastian had seen every Star Wars film and actually enjoyed them. Not that he'd ever told anyone that and he definitely didn't want his sister finding that out.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She watched as he broke the damn gate open and rolled her eyes. "Show off." She teased, not even impressed by his stunts anymore. She strolled in and started looking around, her eyes moving up as he slid a hat on her head, and then on his own. "You got a thing for hats or something?" She teased, but she had to admit, the fedora looked nice on him. She recalled the one she had worn at the condo. He was definitely a fedora man.

"You look very manly." She teased. "Like a gay stripper." She smirked and brushed past him her shoulder barely touching his chest as she went deeper into the store. There were always some neat things in there. She poked at some of the marijuana printed items, and looked at the shirts. She rarely bought anything there, not since she was young, but she did enjoy a good laugh now and then at their weird toys.

Suddenly everything was glowing and she looked to see Sebastian messing with the plugs. She went back to the stuff in the store, stopping at the candy that had little dicks on it. she opened the candy necklace and slid it around her neck, nibbling at a few of the candies.

Alyson was about to look through the posters when he was there beside her, cutting at her with his fake light saber. "I am your father!" She cocked a brow at him and then rolled his eyes. "Gross." She teased, stifling a laugh. "You kissed me. Jeez, is everything Star Wars incestuous?" She tried not to think of her own father. It would only put her in a bad mood again and she was genuinely trying to cheer up once more. She sucked on one of the candies and reached out, yanking the light saber from him.

She bit the candy off and poked him lightly with the toy in the chest. "What if I said I was your mother?" She asked raising a brow, and then remembered he mentioned she'd died. She dropped the saber from his chest and pursed her lips. Would he be upset she brought her up?

"Hey.." She said, trying to change the subject. "We should blow up Boy Toy Brad and J Ho and make them do nasty things to each other for the employees to find tomorrow morning." She smirked. "Slide toys in all their blow-upy orifices." Her smile grew as she thought about it and looked towards the back where all the sex stuff was. "Jeez, we could make a whole kinky scene for them." The thought amused her and she let out a little laugh.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"You got a thing for hats or something?"

Sebastian looked over at Alyson with a quizzical look on his face. He hadn't realized he had given the impression of having a 'thing' for hats. Then again they did try on hats in each store they'd been in since the mall closed and he understood. He chuckled softly and shook his head but didn't giver her a verbal response.

"You look very manly.. like a gay stripper."

He rolled his eyes at what she said. But then he saw a skinny little mirror and took a glance at himself and realized that she was right. He did look like a gay stripper. He thought about giving her a little private show if she'd show him hers but then was distracted.

"What a father never kisses his daughter?" He taunted although he knew what she meant. If a father kissed his daughter the way that he had kissed Alyson then there would be some issues in that family. Sebastian's family had never been perfect but at least his father didn't make out with Prestine. Or at least not that he'd seen and he was grateful for that. The thought made him mentally shudder and he tried to push the thought out of his mind altogether.

"What if I said I was your mother?"

Alyson's demeanor instantly changed after she asked the question and he figured she probably thought it was a touchy subject for him. He couldn't help but smirk at her a bit and shake his head. "Parents die, Alyson. It's no big deal. My father's dead as well." He told her to ease her up a bit but she was already moving along.

When she mentioned the blow up dolls he quirked a brow at her as if it were a ridiculous idea. Although it did sound like it could be fun. "Fine. Which do you want to blow up?" Although he'd seen blow up dolls before he'd never used one. The thought of inserting his manhood into a plastic doll just didn't do it for him. And it wasn't as if he needed to do that. He could have as many women as he wanted with his body and naturally good looks. Or at least he did until she came along. Now the idea of using a blow up doll didn't seem so bad..

He reached for the J Ho one and tore open the box. There were handcuffs and chains and all sorts of things they could do to prop them up. "This is going to get real interesting." He said more to himself than to Alyson and pulled the deflated plastic doll out of the packaging and held it out so he could get a good look at it. It was clearly suppose to look like the Latin singer but there was something weird looking about it.

"..where are we suppose to inflate this from?" He turned it upside down, wondering if it was going to be in the crotch area. Or maybe the top of her head? Nobody would want to insert their dick into the top of someone's head that seemed like a good spot.