Were we damned? [Trenton/Cheyenne] CLOSED

[WHISKEY]

"You have three choices... the third choice.. mind, body and spirit.." The echoes of a voice that was all too familiar rang through the darkness. Eardrums vibrated. The voice was filled with authority and so loud, even by the fourth time it reverberated. "Guardian." Another voice, his own voice, said with crispness. Then with the sound of a whip cracking, Trenton opened his eyes and shouted. He was looking at a distant sunset, panting for air as sweat formed above his brows, beading down into his eyes. He wiped it away and looked around. He was on top of City Hall overlooking the streets that had a heavy shadow cast over them by the tall building where he was perched. Horns honked, people shouted and the faint sound of a siren soaring down a busy street two blocks away.

It had been a dream.

Trenton stepped down from the ledge and took a deep breath. He hadn't had a nightmare about his trial in over thirty years. Why were they starting up all of a sudden? He'd had one three so far in the last week and they were all the same. The rite of passage to become a Guardian. He looked around and saw the others were beginning to stir, waking from their stone slumber. He knew that the post would be guarded just fine since there were more than just him so he started to head towards the south end of the roof top, knowing that wall was the least lit of the building and stood up on the edge and looked down at the drop. It must have been what, six, seven stories? He had never been good and measuring distance so he couldn't be sure.

"Where are you headed?" A voice from behind him rang with authority and familiarity. It was the same voice from his dream. Trenton turned to look at one of the leaders of the Guardians, a look of disinterest on his face. "Out, Nefial." Nefial was built and looked as if a truck couldn't move him. He was fit and made to be a warrior which was exactly what he was. Although they had their differences, Trenton couldn't deny that Nefial was a great leader.

"I would prefer specifics." Nefial pressed on in the same manner of authority.
"I'll be back before dawn."
"I did not ask what time you'll be back. I asked where you were going."
"I need to clear my head."
"Must you clear your head in secrecy?"
"If I felt it was necessary to tell you where I was headed you'd be informed."
"Trenton."

Trenton inwardly groaned, hating the way Nefial always seemed to keep a close watch on him. He'd never been one to get into trouble or be late on coming back. He worked his shifts and did what he had to, but he was quiet and a loner. He figured that was why. Nefial was probably thought he wasn't trustworthy since he didn't open up to everyone the way the others did. "I'm going to the Tree." He finally told Nefial knowing that would be enough to satiate the leader's need for information. If it wasn't Trenton could care less because he was already stepping off the ledge of the building and plunging into a straight drop towards the ground.

When his feet met the concrete behind the building there was barely a sound. He bent his knees and absorbed the shock of impact throughout his entire body so he wouldn't hurt himself. One of the perks of being what he was, being able to jump off tall buildings and landing without a scratch. He began to walk, his hands moving into the pockets of a navy coat that he'd made custom tailored for himself. The soles of his shoes made very little noise against the sidewalk, making his way towards the heart of the city. He'd been there so often he could walk it blindfolded.

The sounds of night coming to life kept his mind distracted so he wasn't thinking too much about the nightmare he'd had. He decided to take a shortcut down one of the back alleys, coming out on the other side to see a homeless man with a shopping cart leaning up against a building that had long ago been shut down due to delinquent payments. Small businesses struggled and although some made it others sunk. He'd been around long enough to see plenty of them come and go through the city.

Two shortcuts and ten minutes later, Trenton found himself coming up to the Tree of Enlightenment. His eyes panned over the giant tree, always thinking the limbs made it look like an octopus or a fictional monster with tentacles. It was silly, really. No matter how he thought of it he couldn't deny the beauty of it. He'd been told the stories from their ancestors and how they were chosen to protect the tree from others who might try to unlock its secrets. His lips curved downward into a frown, his expression showing both anguish and confusion. A part of him wondered if it was even possible to open it up once more.

He stood there staring up at the tree for what felt like hours but was most likely only minutes. He could sense people in the area, probably just passing by. He knew he'd end up spending the entire night there, watching the tree with mild curiosity and a mind full of questions. But the main question on his mind was the one nobody seemed to have a direct answer to... 'Were we damned?'

[CUPCAKE]

Beep, beep, beep, beep....


6pm. Cheyenne didn't really want to get up yet. She'd only been asleep for... oh. Ten hours. The young Therian pursed her lips. Why was she so tired? Memories of the night before flooded back slowly and she chuckled softly to herself. That's why she was so tired. It took some time for her to crawl out of bed, taking it easy as she dawdled around her small apartment in only her underwear, picking up the clothes that she'd thrown about the night before, though something made her stop in her tracks.

Cheyenne sniffed the air, her eyes shifting around the room and stopping in the direction of the bathroom. He was still there! The girls eyes narrowed and she went to the bathroom door and opened it, seeing the boy standing there, pissing. "Why are you still here?" She asked, her voice accusing. The boy turned and gave her a confused look.

"Uhh..."

Cheyenne rolled her eyes and moved from the door. "Get dressed and get out." Why did they always hang around? Weren't girls supposed to cling after? It didn't take long for the nameless stud to get his ass dressed and out of the apartment. Cheyenne couldn't help but want to shower his stench off of her. Not that he didn't like the guy, but she just...smelled like him. Maybe it was the cat in her, maybe it was because she didn't care much for the cheap cologne he seemed to bathe himself in, but either way she got into the shower and stayed there until the water ran icy cold.

The next couple of hours consisted of eating, working out, bathing again, and finally getting dressed. When Cheyenne was home, she was usually naked, or almost. She didn't like the way clothes felt against her skin. Too clingy, like men.

Finally at eight she headed out, dressed to kill. The streets weren't as crowded as they were during the day, but she noted the amount of people who walked the streets. Summers seemed busier at night during the week. The locals were out and the college students were home. Thursdays through Saturdays were always rocking during the school year, but the weeknights were much less chaotic. Tonight was tree night, though.

Therians made it a point to spend time around the tree or the perimeter of the city. The older Therians took this job more seriously than the young, considering the young were more interested in their own personal agendas, but Cheyenne liked to prowl near the tree at least once a week.

She made her way to the heart of the city and looked up at the tree. She loved looking up at the tree. As a girl she used to climb it, though it was mostly frowned upon. Her bright eyes moved up the limbs and she jumped up, grabbing one and hoisted herself up. She jumped and pulled herself up until she was near the top, then she stripped, folding her clothes in a neat pile now that the leaves could conceal her form. Cheyenne took a deep breath, watching the city through cracks in the greenery as her body shifted into that of a lion.

She stayed there for a long time, her body lounging against the cool bark, her tail swishing over the edge, her head resting on her soft, large paws. She was more comfortable there than anywhere. She looked down through the branches, noting for the first time the boy sitting at the bottom. She watched him curiously for a long time before finally shifting back and getting dressed. Branch by branch she lowered herself, hardly making a sound until she was above him.

"Don't think too hard." She called out, sitting now with her back against the tree, her legs crossed at the ankle. "Never think too hard."

[WHISKEY]

Trenton had become lost in his own thoughts staring up at the beautiful tree. At some point, he couldn't remember when, he had ended up sitting down in the grass. His green eyes distant but on the tree, brows furrowed with concern. Although he was clearly staring at the tree he wasn't looking at it at all. He wanted to know if they were, in fact, damned. Everyone had given him their opinions on the matter, whether he wanted them or not. Most of the others believed they weren't anything. They were doing their job and were saviors for pushing the darkness back into the tree. Saviors? He hardly thought of them as that. He'd known a few who were definitely destined for heaven and a few destined for hell if either of those places truly exist.

His mind continued to go back and forth, trying to tear down the arguments that he'd been given about the question. He questioned their existence entirely sometimes, wondering why anything so beastly such as them could ever be allowed in a world of beauty. Of course the world had its own darkness and hatred. Filled with crimes, suffering and pain. He just didn't see how another person, human or not, could cause suffering.

At some point during his silent thoughts the sound of a stranger's voice broke up his concentration and startled him a bit. He blinked a few times and looked around before he heard it again and realized it was coming from above. With a tilt of his head, Trenton's eyes moved to the sound of the voice and he spotted the female sitting in the tree. He was curious to how long she'd been there and how she'd gotten up there without making even the slightest sound.

"Is that suppose to be some sort of advice?" He asked in a quiet voice and got himself up and onto his feet. His head tilting to the side so he didn't strain too much to look up at her and took a few steps towards her. "I didn't see you there." Or hear you for that matter he thought to himself not wanting to sound strange saying it.

Now that he could get a better view he could see her a little better. His face expressed his curiosity, wanting to get a better look at the stranger who made him oddly think about the cheshire cat in a novel from Lewis Carroll. The shadows that were cast by the trees' branches were making it difficult to get a good view, but he could definitely see some a pair of slender legs which proved that the voice he heard was in fact female.

"Do you mind if I ask what you're doing up there?" He asked, his hands moved behind his back and offering a friendly smile. Actually, you could hardly call it a smile. The corners of his mouth did curve up but it was barely enough to even be considered a true smile.

[CUPCAKE]

Advice? "Hardly." She snorted back, her grin devious and playful as she watched the young man for a second before allowing her eyes to wander back to the city, the view more clear from there. She could smell the cookings of a street vendor not terribly far from them; probably on his way to a bar to sell to the drunks as they left, famished for food and more fun. Maybe she'd hit up one of the vendors later. If it weren't forbidden, she would shift and scare him away from his cart, but a naked woman eating from a cart would be quite the sight, and furthermore an invitation to any noble police officer to haul her ass to jail. She didn't need to be caged anymore than she already was.

"People only see me when I want them to." She added, scooting down so she was now laying on her side, her elbow propping her head up to watch the boy below. He was cute. She'd never picked anyone up at the tree before, but then again there was a first time for everything, wasn't there? "And my business in this tree is my own. I'm not going around asking what you're doing staring at the tree, am I?" She asked raising a brow, "Even if I am curious." Again she smirked, tilting her body so she was now on her back, the blond hair cascading over the side of the branch along with her left leg, letting it swing back and forth a little as she turned to face him, laying there in the tree as if she somehow belonged there.

"It's more fun to imagine why you're staring. Why you're so deep in thought." She taunted. "I would guess girl troubles, but most men drink when they're having girl troubles, and you seem perfectly sober. Boy troubles maybe? You're pretty enough." She laughed softly, her head turning to look up at the branches above. "Nah, still too sober for any sort of relationship woes. Maybe you're contemplating what life has to offer you. Didn't get that promotion? Not sure if you should move apartments because your landlords a prick? Maybe you're considering leaving town or ending your life, looking for escape." She turned her head to look at him again. "Some poor tortured soul." She sat up suddenly, her hair a little messy but somehow remaining sexy. "We should go drink those troubles away."

[WHISKEY]

He found his hands growing restless, trembling at the fingers so he balled them up and stuck them inside of the pockets of his coat. He had little ticks when he'd get nervous or angry, his hands trembling was one of them. His expression remained calm and casual, his eyes appearing dark by the shadows that came down from the tree onto him. The moon was out but it wasn't hardly bright enough and the nearest light post was flickering as if trying to signal for someone to change it.

Trenton continued to look up at the female and he watched the way she moved. She appeared to be graceful in her movements, much more graceful than humans regularly were. Although they'd been known to be filled with surprises of their own. "You're absolutely right. Whatever your business is it's your own." She seemed almost as if she was used to laying in trees. He didn't like it himself. He found the tree's bark to be rough and irritating. Even if his skin was hard enough to endure it even the thought didn't appeal to him.

"I take it you've been up there for a while. That is a lot for a short observation. Either that or that's what you're thinking." He looked towards the ground so that his face was hidden from her view even if it was just a moment. Her observation was almost dead on and he couldn't help but find it even more intriguing. "I find it peaceful around here. Makes it easier to clear my head."

When the female suggested getting a drink he had to chuckle a little, finding the thought amusing. He wasn't a drinker although he knew with the nightmares he'd been having he could definitely use one right about now. "How about telling me your name and then I'll think of taking you up on that offer."

[CUPCAKE]

Her feet dangled over the tree limb and she swayed them back and forth, her legs parted and her hands resting between them on the hard bark. Chey tilted her head a little to the side, studying him. He didn't deny anything, or agree to anything. He was playing mysterious, and she liked that. The grin on her face proved it.

"Cheyenne." Came her mildly seductive reply, still not coming down from her place on the tree. "The tree is peaceful, isn't it?" Pity the poor sap knew nothing of the evil lurking beneath. It was hard to believe, really. There was a calming quality the tree possessed. She had never met anyone who was uncomfortable around the tree, even though unthinkable horror lay within. She knew better, but still she stayed near. She had no idea how her ancestors closed the tree, but she felt if the time ever came, she would be able to help somehow.

"Some people do their very best thinking here, you know. All the greatest scholars." There was still that tinge of playfulness in the way she spoke. It was always there, part of who she was. Cheyenne seemed to take nothing seriously, when it was quite the opposite. She knew she had responsibilities and she took care of them, even if it seemed like she wouldn't be the type to.

She pulled her feet up and slid them behind her, grabbing the branch and letting her body drop down off the back, swinging from the branch for a moment before letting go and dropping easily to the ground in front of the stranger. She didn't know why he was clearing his head, but after a few drinks she was sure the poor sap would let his heart bleed out to her, and she would listen contently though she would be bored, and then she would take advantage of his sexy body, because why not?

Tree night! It was her night to stay near the tree. There were others near the tree.. there was no rule she HAD to be there. "So, you going to tell me your name or do I have to guess?"

[WHISKEY]

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Cheyenne." Trenton gave her a little gentlemanly bow, more just as a gesture than actually putting any emotion into it. Some of the others of his kind found it to be polite to bow to someone, but he could have cared less. "You know it's not everyday I see someone dangling out of the tree like it's their own personal fortress."

"Great scholars? What great scholars have ever come through Scriptor Bay?" He smirked at the thought and shook his head. "No. No scholars that I remember. There was a professor from the university out here one night. Caught him contemplating whether to throw an orange peel in the trash or on the ground. Nothing scholarly about that if you ask me." He gave another chuckle and was about to take another step towards the tree except he didn't have the opportunity since while he was talking she had been in the process of getting down and landed in front of him. He didn't have the opportunity to hide the shock that was evident on his face so instead he just turned his awestruck expression into a smile and nodded. "I might have seen the mayor out here once or twice though." He added so that it didn't sound like he was blatantly telling her that she was wrong. That wasn't what he wanted to do.

"You're not an acrobat, are you?" Trenton had to ask since she was so limber and held her balance so well. He'd heard of the Cirque Du Soleil acrobats, knowing that a few of the shows toured across the United States but he'd never actually gone to one of those shows. They didn't interest him enough. Clowns, men in tights and women in tutus balancing on tight ropes? He could do something interesting with his time instead of watching their stunts.

"All you had to do was ask." He said when she commented about his name and if she would have to guess it or not. "Trenton. Now where am I expected to buy you that drink?" He asked and held a hand out to gesture in the direction that lead back out of the park and into the city. His hands found their way back into the pockets of his coat and he began to walk casually, his pace slow to see if she was planning on following or making him double back. He didn't understand their games, but Trenton knew that sometimes women liked to play hard to get. Or just make a man prove they were interested enough by following them around like a lost puppy. He didn't like the games, but he had no problem following them. He didn't let things like that bother him and he knew if it made them happy then why take that away from them? "You coming?"

[CUPCAKE]

She smirked at his comment. Not everyday he saw someone dangling from the tree? The tree, in a sense, was her fortress. Not hers personally, no, but in a sense it sort of was. I would hardly call the mayor a scholar." She taunted. She had no ill will towards the political leaders of the city, but unfortunately most people in power were complete idiots who had hidden agendas. Even the greatest of leaders, at times, followed their own agendas first. It was simply the way this world worked. She understood things were different where she was originally from, but that realm was nothing but a dream to her. Besides, it sounded like, at least from the stories, that Scriptor Bay was a much larger playground than anything Vespinia had to offer, though no one knew what the realm looked like anymore. A great deal could have happened in the decades since they'd left.

"An acrobat?" She asked, fingers coming through her hair to fix it and discard any debris that had collected in there during her stay. "I wouldn't say acrobat. I do pilates." She winked and gave a devious smile. "You should see the way I bend." She continued to tease, baiting him to come with her. It was all just a game to Cheyenne. Did she need to take strangers home? Of course not. But it was a great deal of fun to play with the new things she found. She liked this one; he seemed almost executive in a way. Upper class, well off, little rich boy happy to buy her plenty of drinks. He was playing it cool, though, which she liked even more. It meant he wouldn't become obnoxious later on.

She liked his name, too. It matched him, and the persona she had given to him. "Capital of New Jersey." She toyed, moving to his side and looping her arm casually around his as if it somehow belonged there like they were an item of sorts. They probably looked nice together, the perfect couple. She wondered if tonight would be their first and only encounter. It was likely, unless he happened upon the tree again while she was up there lounging, though whether she decded to come down next time would be a different story.

"I never told you I expected you to buy me a drink." She countered gently, though of course she did. "You came to that conclusion all on your own. I merely suggested we drink those woes away." It was important she remind him, not needing him to think she owed him anything or that she had pushed for them to go out. She suggested, he agreed. It really was that simple. Boys always had a habit of complicating the simple things. "Now, where to go...where to go..." She looked him over, "You don't seem the wild dance all night type. Unless..." Her brow raised, wondering if she could get him to go wild with her, or if he needed someplace more low key. If it was low key he would talk more, but buy her more drinks. "No, we should go somewhere...more quiet, intimate..."

[WHISKEY]

Trenton got a strong sense that Cheyenne was being flirtatious with him. Being how she was a beautiful woman, he could see why she gave off such confidence and figured men probably grovelled at her feet. The thought unsettled him a little, knowing that a woman with that much confidence probably expected a lot out of someone and he didn't believe he had much to offer to anyone. He also wasn't looking for anything, just figuring they were two adults who were going to enjoy each other's company over drinks and then return home after. "That sounds like a very interesting hobby." He commented on the topic of pilates, knowing that was probably the reason why she was so flexible and graceful in the tree.

When he felt her gentle arm hook into the crook of his arm he looked down at it and then offered her a smile to show that he didn't mind. His body which was tense began to relax a little, figuring nobody would like to be walking arm in arm with someone who was stiff the way he could be sometimes. Although he had a coat on which kept his skin from touching hers, he could still tell that she had soft skin. His eyes moved back up to her face though, knowing that his mind was wandering off again which was something that he knew was impolite in the presence of company.

"You find my name amusing?" He asked and had to smirk at the thought himself. It had never occurred to him that his name was the same as the capital of New Jersey, but she was right. "What about you? You know I think we have a Cheyenne Street downtown. But you didn't get your name from a street sign, did you?" Trenton didn't want to seem rude and realized that if she HAD gotten her name from a street sign then what he said she could find offensive. "Not that there's anything wrong with that." He added in to try and save his own hide just in case.

They strolled towards the lights of the city, and even though the lighting wasn't great where they currently were he could still see her blonde hair that appeared to have a natural glow to it. Her eyes held that same sort of glow and he didn't want to seem like he was staring at her since that could also be taken the wrong way. He wasn't a creep and didn't want to come off that way either.

"Now, even if you didn't expect me to pay, it would be the polite thing to do on my part. How would it look if we were spotted paying separate bills? I don't need any trouble and nothing would make me happier than paying for your beverages tonight." He smiled at her, being honest in what he said. Last thing he needed was for some drunkard getting into his face about the ways to treat a lady only because the drunkard found themselves interested in Cheyenne. He had a feeling that was something that would happen.

At the mention of where to go he only knew of a few places that served alcohol but he'd only ever frequented one. He also knew that it could serve as both the quiet and the wild sort depending on the mood of the clientele. But it was more of an intimate sort of setting. At least to him. "Have you ever been to the Silent Stone?"

[CUPCAKE]

She was a carefree spirit and not much of whatever he said could offend her. Cheyenne could protect herself, physically and emotionally"Now, I didn't laugh at your name, did I?" She asked in a playful yet sultry voice, nudging him gently with her body as they walked arm in arm. "And maybe Cheyenne Street was named after me." She offered, a devious look on her face. "Actually, Cheyenne is in Wyoming. I wasn't named for that city anymore than you were probably named after yours."

The girl kept her eyes open, always on the lookout for...well...anything. It was habit, but also ingrained in who and what she was. She was wild in a sense, and all wild animals kept a close watch on their surroundings. Sure, Therian's were more like domesticated wild animals, but they were wild none the less.

She chuckled at what he said. "What if I were one of those progressive women of the 21st century that preferred to pay?" She suggested, wanting to rile him up a little. Boys were fun to play with. Women could be fun too, but men... they amused her. "What if the very thought of you whipping that wallet out offends me?" She caught him looking at her and smirked. "It doesn't, but you could really insult a girl that way, Trenton." She nodded slowly, her steps soft but graceful, not making much noise on the pavement. She noted he was light footed as well, and looked up into his face. He had a strong jaw as if he'd been etched from stone. His hair was a little long but every hair seemed to be perfectly in place. He was well groomed; definitely well off.

"I've been there once." She admitted. It wasn't the club she frequented. She didn't know anyone there. The Gargoyles and Grotesques hung around there, and they were too boring for her. "You must want to talk." She purred, turning her face up towards him again. "Going to let me in on which of those accusations I was right on?"

[WHISKEY]

"You're right, I'm sorry." Trenton couldn't help but smile a little though at the thought of actually making fun of her. He wasn't one to take jabs at someone but apparently he'd done it without realizing he had. "I wasn't named after anything. At least I don't think I was." He consciously realized his eyes kept moving back towards her even though he tried to look at the ground so he could watch where he was walking but it wasn't happening how he wanted.

He was keen on keeping an ear turned for any sign of danger. His instincts were a little rusty but his hearing was excellent. At the moment he heard every word Cheyenne was saying, talking about women of the 21st Century and paying for her own drinks. He also heard the sputtering of an engine refusing to turn over that must have been two blocks away from their location. It was irksome at times, but then it helped to know if someone was trying to sneak up on him.

"I guess I'm from another century." He replied and watched her expressions with a serious look of his own, trying to keep the smile there though whenever her eyes might have fell on him. "Good thing you're not the progressive sort. Because I'm old fashioned. I might find it insulting if you didn't let me pay." He guided her out of the grassy area of the park which surrounded the precious tree and started to walk westbound since he knew that was the way to the Silent Stone. He knew it was where the other gargoyles frequented but he knew the likelihood of one of them stepping on his toes and getting involved in their conversation was much slimmer than if they would have gone to the Jack Kit.

The way that Cheyenne replied about the Silent Stone it made him begin to slow down and his expression change, showing actual concern. His brows moving up and creasing his forehead while the corners of his mouth pointed downward. "Has something happened there in the past?" He asked knowing that it could sometimes draw the wrong crowd especially depending on what night of the week it was. There were a few rowdy groups that went there and liked to cause trouble. Gargoyles who weren't Guardians but chose their own path and didn't know the same discipline. Or even worse were those who weren't from the city. "Because we can always go somewhere else if you'd prefer. I just thought it was casual enough." He moved his tongue in his mouth, pressing it against the side of his cheek and biting down on it lightly, one of those other habits he had when he felt anything other than at ease.

"And I'm not much of a talker. I'd prefer to hear what you have to say."

[CUPCAKE]

The century comment sparked her interest. From another century? He could mean that quite literally, she suddenly realized. He was, after all, hanging around the tree late at night and she certainly wouldn't forget to place he wanted to take her. A well known gargoyle hangout. Had she happened upon a fellow guardian? Again she felt playful, looking at Trenton more as a mouse caught under her paw than the handsome young man he was. Young. If her were what she thought he was, he wouldn't be young, especially if he were, as he said, from another century. How literal that statement was, she was determined to find out.

"Nothings happened there." She answered casually, letting her pace match his. "That's half the problem. It's not exactly known for its rowdy crowd. Usually you old fashioned guys hang around there." She teased, tightening her grip on his arm for a second in a friendly squeeze. She kept her eyes on him now, trying to figure him out. Was he? She couldn't recall meeting one before, though she was certain she'd run into plenty of roof dwellers in the past without realizing it.

"Alright. Well, if you want me to do all the talking, then we should go somewhere less intimate. I like talking better with my hips. My conversations are far more interesting that way." At least when you were a man. Cheyenne didn't offer personal information to many people. Claire heard everything, and a select few friends would get highlights, but some random boy, possibly guardian, wouldn't hear shit.

"The Jack Kit is more my speed."

[WHISKEY]

"Really? I guess you went on an off night." Trenton smirked a little at the comment about old fashioned guys hanging at the Silent Stone. Sure, a few of the others were like him and held onto their old ways, never coming into the current century but then there were the others who embraced the changes and went with them. "But the Jack Kit works just as well." He knew that the Jack Kit was on the way and even closer than the Silent Stone. Not his style but he could adapt, especially since he had a lovely lady on his arm. It was strange in a way because he hadn't expected to meet someone and go get drinks. All he wanted to do was sit in front of the tree and ponder his life. He wasn't about to complain though.

He was still contemplating her expression of talking with her hips. The male wasn't one who danced, although he knew how to well enough. "So we've gone from talking over drinks to dancing? Is this a common thing for you, picking up off guard men and taking them dancing?" She seemed like she was the kind of girl who stayed out partying all night and sleeping all day long. He'd seen plenty like her before but she also seemed to have a brain in her head unlike the other trollops he'd seen around at night. He figured people at night were much different than the people during the day. Although he was made of stone in the sunlight, he could still be alert enough to hear and see those who gathered around the tree studying and sunbathing. They were less rowdy and seemed almost peaceful in a way the creatures of the night weren't. Sometimes he wished he was able to be like them.

When they reached the next street corner, he could already hear the booming music coming out of the Jack Kit which was less than half a block down on the opposite side of the street. He paused so that he could look back and forth although he hadn't heard a single car on the street, he wanted to at least go through the gestures the way a human would. Then he proceeded to lead Cheyenne across the street so that they were on the same side as the rowdy bar. "I have to warn you, I've never been here before. But from the people that I've seen leaving, I think I might be a little over dressed." He chuckled more to himself at the thought of walking in there, a tailor made dark grey coat on over a crisp black shirt. His pants looked as if they were freshly pressed and his shoes were just as clean with a shine to them. He looked as if he was a business man even though he was anything but. It was just simple and he liked his attire to be simple, not bothering with accessories like watches or any other jewelry. There was no point and he knew he had all the time in the world.

Trenton tilted his head to the side, looking ahead and falling silent so that he could listen to the sounds of the night around him and Cheyenne if she had anything more to say which he was sure she would. He could see a line of motorcycles all parked in front of the Jack Kit and knew it was probably a busy night inside. As long as they were still serving alcohol and playing music they'd be busy up until closing time. And he'd be up well after closing since most bars in the area had the cut off time of 2:00AM.

When they came to the door he noticed a bunch of flyers advertising up and coming bands and a few things for sale such as bikes and leather. Lots of leather. He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open as wide as it would go and gestured with his hand for Cheyenne to go in first, a smirk playing across his lips. "After you."

[CUPCAKE]

She was sure to someone like Trenton the Silent Stone was a kicking place, and she was sure they had different opinions on what a stiff was, but she couldn't help but feel out of place there. Maybe it was the dark, Gothic atmosphere. The club was blanket in oppression, or so Cheyenne saw it. To some it was elegant, but to her it was a little boring. Jack Kit, on the other hand, was known for it's loud, exciting, dance inducing music. "Maybe." She said, knowing it was probably not an off night, but there was no sense in arguing over something so inane.

She smirked at his question and let a soft, purring laugh echo in the back of her throat. "Usually I wait till I'm in the club to pick up the off guard men. You just got lucky tonight. And what's a drink without a dance?" She toyed, again looking up at her catch. Her dark, mysterious catch. Again she wondered about him, wondering how she could find out the truth. Then again, did it matter? It would guarantee he'd be gone by morning and the thought made her laugh again. Only she would think of that as a perk.

She, too, heard the music before she heard the club, and they were playing a song she liked. She felt herself get excited; how many nights had she spent there? Enough so that the bartenders all knew her name and the drink she liked, not that it mattered. Cheyenne couldn't remember the last time she herself had ordered a drink. A little pathetic, but not completely unheard of. There were dozens of young men and women who went to the club routinely who received the same treatment, and she knew a lot of them were Therians. "I think you're dressed..." She looked him over, "Like someone ready to go to the Silent Stone." She teased as they got to the door. "Here, unbutton these top two.." She reached her hand up, opening his shirt for him and hoping he wouldn't mind. "And lose the jacket, stud." He could probably untuck that shirt too, but she decided to leave him alone for now. He would be fine, especially once he relaxed.

She pulled her arm away when he opened the door and moved forward, allowing her eyes to stay locked on his as she went through, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder as if he were the only thing she cared to see at the moment before finally looking forward at the familiar scene. She recognized more people than she cared to admit; not because they were friends or even acquaintance, but because they all hung out there far too often. After looking around, her wild eyes landed back on Trenton, reaching her hand out for him to take so she could lead him to the dance floor. "I'll be gentle, seeing as it's your first time and all." She toyed, that devilish gleam in her eye as if she were ready to ravish him.

[WHISKEY]

He could tell that she wasn't the type who wanted to sit down and have a casual conversation. It was becoming more and more obvious that talking was probably the last thing she was interested in doing and he figured he could try anything at least once. There was a time in his life where he had fun and let loose. Why couldn't he do it again? The more he thought about it the more he realized that if he wanted to forget about himself and his life for a little while, what better way than to do it by doing something he normally wouldn't?

When Cheyenne messed with his shirt he watched her silently until she was done. "I like this coat." He said but shrugged it off of his shoulders and pulled his arms out of the sleeves to reveal that the short sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps just right without being loose or cutting off his circulation like he'd seen a lot of men wear theirs. Once they were inside he put it on top of a vacant stool as they walked by the bar figuring nobody would take it. It wasn't leather so it probably wasn't anyone's style. He looked around at the crowd that inhabited the bar, keeping his thoughts to himself but offering a decent nod here and there to anyone looking in their direction. He licked his lips and let the female guide him towards the dance floor.

"First time." He snorted at that remark and nodded. "Alright. Show me how you do things here in the barn." Trenton teased, knowing that the Jack Kit was rumored to be a therian hot spot. Not to mention some of the people that were dancing looked like animals in his opinion. Wild animals doing some weird gyrating, grinding, mating ritual or something. "Because I would love to learn."