Were we damned? [Trenton/Cheyenne] CLOSED

[CUPCAKE]

The smells were all familiar to her as she moved to the crowded dance floor. She smiled and winked at a couple of people she knew before moving her body closer to Trenton's, admiring the way he looked in the fitted shirt. She ran her hands over his firm chest and up over his shoulders, keeping her eyes glued to his as if they were having some deep, intimate conversation. She gave him her full attention, knowing it would be rude to continue to look away and notice the people she knew and the dozen or so guys that had been with her who were there that night. She didn't need to see them to know they were there, she could smell every last one of them. A week ago she might not have, but now? Their scent was strong. The full moon was nearing.

Cheyenne let her hands glide back down over his pecks and down to his hips, swaying her body to the music, maybe a little slower than she normally would, wanting to keep Trenton's attention, but have fun. "Come on, show me your moves." Her body moved close to his, practically pressed together as she moved to the song she was sure he was unfamiliar with.

It was all part of the game. How many other guys had she done this with? Why did she never grow tired of the hunt for fresh meat? Why was she exactly like the most selfish woman she had ever met? Cheyenne tried not to let those thoughts ruin her good mood. Maybe a drink would help. A couple of more songs and she would suggest it, unless he did first. Or if he was a terrible dancer. If he was terrible, she wouldn't be able to last a few more songs completely sober. Heck, she might not last hanging on his shoulder, either.

[WHISKEY]

renton was just standing there while Cheyenne danced pretty much on him. He watched her, studying her movements and the way her body swayed. She was moving slower than the music but in a way it seemed to put him into a trance. He watched in silence, the unfamiliar song filling his ears and droning out the noises that were around them from the other occupants. When the female requested his moves it was as if he had to obey her command and slowly took a few steps to get behind her, his eyes not leaving her even for a second. His silence remained and he tried to move with her, shifting his weight from one side to the other.

The male reached his right hand out to place it gently on her hip and pull her closer to him. His other hand brushing her hair away from the left side of her neck and face so that he could bring his own face closer. The hand that was on her hip moved, grazing just the tips of his fingers up the side of her waist, her rib cage and to her arm just enough touch for her to feel it but light enough to make it seem almost like it was a phantom touch. It was a way to prove that he too knew the right moves, he just didn't use them often enough. "How's that?" He finally said in a soft, deep voice close to her ear since it was only meant for her to hear.

His eyes finally peeled off of her and he chanced looking around to observe the surroundings, keeping a wary eye on anything that could be considered dangerous to either him or Cheyenne. It was a habit that was hard to kick. His eyes soon came back to Cheyenne as if they were magnetized by her very image, the way he assumed many others before him had been. He continued to move at the same pace as her, not any faster or slower than her. It wasn't a competition and there was no reason to rush anything. As long as it was still dark out Trenton had time.

[CUPCAKE]

There was something delicate in the way Trenton's fingers moved over her skin that made it almost tingle at his touch. She was used to men pawing at her in a way, showing their desire for her in the way they touched her body, but Trenton was gentle in a way she wasn't used to and was surprised at how much she liked it. She hated that she liked it, that her desire actually grew a little for him in the way he made her feel. By enjoying it too much she would give some of the control to him, which was simply out of the question. She was in charge, always, even if the men thought it was the other way around. Cheyenne always made the final call.

It wouldn't be different with Trenton, she certainly wasn't really afraid of that. She was a stubborn bitch and she knew it, but the fact that she felt her skin almost tingle with desire was enough to upset her just a little. Worse, goosebumps grew when she felt his hot breath on her neck, his deep voice purring in her ear. He was good. "Not too bad." Her tone was the same as she'd been using all night, giving no indication how toxic he was to her. It was still a game. Still, her head turned a little at his words, her cheek brushing against his nose almost lovingly as if she were contemplating stealing a kiss, but moved her head away from the gesture before he could do more than even wonder what she might do.

Her hips moved slower than normal, her right arm reaching over her head to wrap around his neck as her ass pressed into him. She had moves of her own. She looked out at the crowd, not many looking at her. She caught a couple of dirty looks from men who looked vaguely familiar, their scents more memorable than their faces, but nothing more. They didn't frighten her. She leaned her body back into Trenton, her head almost resting on his shoulder. "Not too bad at all. You're not the novice you hinted to be."

[WHISKEY]

Trenton touched the arm that was wrapped around his neck, his hips grinding against her to keep the motion going and watching her. He knew that they were having a conversation without actually saying much. It wasn't the sort he had been looking for but he was more than willing to oblige and go along with it.

When Cheyenne turned and her cheek brushed up against his nose he was expecting her to try and make a move, but when she didn't he was a little more relieved than anything. He wasn't looking for things to head in that direction. And if they did he was hoping they wouldn't just yet. He'd at least prefer to have a couple of drinks in him first to loosen himself up.

Her comments about his dancing made him chuckle a little to himself and he shook his head. "Or you're just an excellent teacher." He told her and his eyes flicked up to look around at the crowd once again. He could see that most of the occupants didn't care about them and were consumed in themselves, dancing and having conversations with others. However he did notice a few glances in their direction from males who looked anything but pleased. A sense of familiarity was in their eyes and he started to wonder if they were men that Cheyenne knew or had been with at some point.

"Care for a drink?" He asked and brought his focus back to the female that he was accompanying for the night. "I did say I was going to buy you one." He reminded her and while he waited for her response he continued to dance with her, giving her the attention he was sure she was used to getting from men.

[CUPCAKE]

She laughed a little at the thought of him having just learned the moves he was making. Cheyenne was certain it had nothing to do with what she may be "teaching" and everything to do with his subtle technique of trying to woo her himself. Regardless of what he knew or how he knew it, he was good at his craft. Excellent? Nah, she was sure there were guys better, but he impressed her with his subtlety. "I could use that drink."

She turned her body around to face him, not taking her arm off of his neck so she could look him close into the eyes for a moment and still feel his firm body under her touch. She offered a knowing smile up at him and then slid her hand away, dragging it over his shoulders and down his arm where she gripped him gently above his elbow. She looked at his arm for a moment, noting the firmness before back at his eyes. She had no reason to be suspicious because of that, did she? She still had her budding suspicions about him as she tugged him gently to the bar, squeezing into an available spot by where Trenton had left his jacket. It was loud in there and she knew it would be difficult to carry on a full fledged get-to-know-you conversation, but that worked to her advantage. That's how she lured guys out to her place.

She caught the bartenders eye who waved a finger at her, motioning he would be just another minute. "So.." Cheyenne started, leaning against the bar and letting her eyes roam over his chest, not trying to hide that she was checking him out, before going back up those deep green eyes, which she just realized were green. "Has your night improved yet?" She asked, reaching over and sliding a finger over the buttons of his shirt, playing with them a little and tugging lightly. "Or do you prefer the sanctity of the tree?"

"Hey, guys. Usual, Chey?" Jake asked, grinning at the cute girl he knew to come to the bar with a different man each time she came. "Make it a double." Cheyenne purred to the boy. "Always do." He laughed back, nodding to Trenton. "What about you?"

[WHISKEY]

Trenton was glad that Cheyenne was ready for that drink, because he didn't want to dance any more. It wasn't his sort of thing and he followed her over towards the bar and put his hand down on the stool that held his coat, just glad to see that it was still there like he had believed it would be. He used his foot and scooted the stool back a bit to make some more room and leaned his right arm against the bar top to even out the distribution of his weight and get some of it off of his feet.

"My night is going different than I expected." He told her and offered her a pleasant smile to show that he was having a decent time, which was what he figured she wanted to know instead of how his night was going. She probably wanted to be sure that he was enjoying the time spent with her. "But it is definitely brighter than what I had expected. The tree is nice to get peace and quiet but it has a downside to it also."

When the bartender came around he looked him over, realizing that Cheyenne frequented the Jack Kit more often than he thought. Sure, he figured it was a place she preferred but if the bartender knew her by name it was obvious this was a normal thing for her. He nodded to the bartender and reached into the back pocket of his pants knowing his billfold was back there. "I'll have a gin and tonic if you will." He asked and when the billfold came out of his back pocket, it was just a stack of bills held together by an elegant silver clasp. He pulled out a twenty and two fives, figuring the drinks would be less expensive than the Silent Stone but they were likely to have more than one and leaving a hefty tip in the beginning will assure the rate at which their drinks would arrive. His eyes slowly moved from the bartender back to Cheyenne after dropping the money on the counter. "You're popular around here, aren't you?"

[CUPCAKE]

She smirked when he pulled out the billfold. He was more typical than she thought. "Keep flashing those bills and you'll be the popular one around here." She teased, "And not necessarily with me. That doesn't impress me." Cheyenne was many things, but a gold digger certainly wasn't one of them. If it weren't for all the pretty things the world had to offer, she would be just as content living in the forest surrounding the city. But as it was, the girl preferred some of the finer things like indoor plumbing and the occasional prada halter top. "But I guess you could say I'm popular enough here." She looked at the bartender fixing their drinks for a second before turning back to Trenton. "Besides, Jake and I go way back." Way back to her 17th birthday, which was the first time she came to the Jack Kit with a fake ID.

"Enough about me, though." She laughed, leaning with both elbows propped on the bar behind her, watching Trenton casually with her body tilted out towards him. "You were saying something about the tree." She reminded, her voice loud without yelling, needing to compete with the noise of the bar. Two drinks slid beside them and Cheyenne turned her head to offer the bartender a wink before grabbing her Rusty Nail and taking a sip. "Something along the lines of a downside despite the peace it offers?" She raised a brow, pushing the straw between her lips and sipping again.

She turned her body to face him more directly, offering her full attention to the conversation at hand now that they had their drinks. What did he have to say about the tree?

[WHISKEY]

Trenton looked at Cheyenne for a second before his eyes slowly lowered to the billfold and he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've never tried to impress anyone with money. I don't use bank accounts. Only cash. So I carry enough in case of emergencies." He offered as an explanation. Out of all the things he might have been rich definitely wasn't one of them. He found it mildly offensive that she would think he was trying to impress her with money, although the clarification was a good sign. "Should I be trying to impress you?" He asked and raised a single brow at her, curious to what her response was going to be to his question.

His eyes moved towards the bartender who was obviously Jake, watching him for a moment before he brought his focus back to Cheyenne once more. He picked up his gin and tonic, pressing the rim of the glass against his bottom lip and tilting it up so that he could take a sip. His eyes didn't leave her until he set the glass down then he looked at it, his middle finger running around the rim of the glass. "I guess its a good thing to know people."

"The Tree." He said, repeating it back to himself in his head and then nodding, his brows furrowed in a look of contemplation. "The Tree looks peaceful and beautiful. It leaves people breathless when they're walking by. Something with so much beauty seems like it should be deadly. Anything with that much pull over so many people shouldn't be trusted." He figured she would think he was off his rocker for that kind of analogy and probably wouldn't understand it. "I find myself at the tree a lot thinking about it. Trying to figure out the mysteries and hoping that if I can, maybe I can understand myself better. We all have a light and dark side, wouldn't you agree?"

[CUPCAKE]

"You should only attempt to impress me if you know what impresses me. Otherwise it's pointless." She gave him a devious look, sipping her drink. It was true. It was difficult to impress Cheyenne, but the thing that impressed her the most was when people were truly able to captivate her. Most people thought they could, but it was all a ruse. Even if someone did manage to captivate her for the evening, it wouldn't be easy for them to do it again and again. Eventually she would lose interest, but it would truly impress her if someone were able to keep her going and going.

She listened to what he had to say about the tree with sincere interest, sipping her drink casually as she did so. He made a good point, and he was, as far as she knew, correct. There was evil lurking within the tree, even if the tree itself wasn't evil. Or so she thought, anyway.

Then she realized his words could have easily meant her. Cheyenne wasn't a completely self centered person, but she knew she was attractive, and she knew how to work a crowd if she needed to. Was she as mesmerizing as the tree? Certainly not. But she knew she had a way of making heads turn if she wanted to. Was he saying she couldn't be trusted? Was she reading too far into his words? He wouldn't make those assumptions about her, or she hoped he wouldn't. Still, she was suddenly cautious of him.

"What part about yourself don't you understand?" She asked, unsure if she was willing to agree yet if everyone had a light and dark side. Did she? Certainly. But it wasn't drastic. Her dark side really only came out on the full moon. Well, and those few days prior to her period. "And which side of you do I owe the pleasure of this evening? Light or dark?"

[WHISKEY]

"You're getting the light side tonight." Trenton offered with a chuckle knowing it to be a fact. He took another sip from the gin and tonic, realizing he had finished almost the entire drink already in just three sips. They never gave you enough alcohol in those glasses, especially if it was something other than beer. His eyes lingered on the glass, running his finger across the rim once again for a second and thinking about his next words.

"The choices I've made. Why I'm the type of person I am today. Everyone I know is loud and temperamental. I'm the silent and rational sort. But I know I have to have a side like that hidden deep down." He explained and his eyes met with hers again. "Do you ever wonder if you were meant for more? Or even less, it depends on if you perceive the glass as half empty or half full as to which way you'd look at it. Some wonder why they're curse to have so much while others are cursed to have too little. It's a shame. Why don't more people have that middle ground where they are perfectly content in every aspect of their life? It's a rare quality."

"Everyone has a light and dark side." He repeated again, his eyes fixated on her. The green hues lighting up with silent curiosity. "What about you?"

[CUPCAKE]

He'd been fun at first, and she loved the way he moved on the dance floor, and of course she liked his eagerness to play the gentleman and get her liquored up, but the conversation was slowly going in a direction she didn't much care for. He was serious, too serious perhaps. It was one thing for him to go on and on about himself and his light and dark sides and so on, but he was pushing for her input on herself and Cheyenne wasn't the sort to really want to talk about that. She could easily turn the topic around into something more sexual, but she might lose her free drinks then. Who cares, she thought. Find another idiot to buy drinks for you.

Or just answer the stupid questions.

Cheyenne didn't let her feelings show on her face, offering the same cool, almost playful look, not letting on that she was completely turned off by his topic of conversation. "My glass is filled halfway." She said simply. "The only thing that matters is today, tonight more specifically. This very moment. What happens tomorrow? That's tomorrows worry. Whatever brought you to this spot, to this very moment, is done and over. You're here. There are no regrets. Never regret things you've done, because at one time you wanted to do them." She saw he was troubled, and she decided that she wasn't about to give up on having a good time with him. Maybe she could treat this Trenton like a game.

"I don't care if I was meant for something more." Again her voice and mannerisms were carefree. "If there is a purpose to my existence, in time it will present itself. Light, dark, it doesn't matter. What matters is.." She held her drink up and took a sip before continuing, "I'm out on the town with a sexy man. A sexy man who is more concerned with the darkness hidden within than enjoying the woman before him." She reached her hand out, tugging gently at the top button of his shirt. "So enjoy me, Trenton."

[WHISKEY]

During her explanation Trenton let out a long deep breath and bringing the glass to his lips to polish off the rest of his drink. Her explanation was much different than his and it made him smile at how positive it was in comparison. "You have a bright outlook on life. I have to admit that's new to me. I like it." He admitted and licked his lips, tasting the remnants of the alcohol on his lips. "You choose to worry about things as they come, living in the moment."

When Cheyenne started to mess with the button on his shirt his eyes slowly moved down to watch as the button opened. Her words hit him in a way that made his brows furrow with concern. So enjoy me, Trenton. Her words were like an instant mood killer for him. He'd always found it difficult to "enjoy" a person, especially someone he'd just met. Sure, he could pull it off that he was mesmerized, or that he wanted someone. But to truly enjoy a person he'd never actually done. He'd never taken the time to truly know them enough that it became enjoyable to him. "I would really like to." He admitted honestly, knowing if this became a one night stand sort of thing then he never would, but maybe there would be hope this time. "I don't think this is the right sort of conversation for tonight. Am I right? How about something a little more casual. Like where are you from?"

[CUPCAKE]

When he remarked that he would 'like' to enjoy her, Cheyenne couldn't help but feel as though a "but" was coming. It didn't, and for the first time she had a feeling the night might be heading in a better direction, eve if he did want to know her life story over her bra size. "I'm from here." She said with a playful smile, her fingers dancing over the bit of chest showing now that she had freed another button. She wondered how many she could get away with undoing before he stopped her, but decided Trenton wasn't they type to enjoy those sorts of games. Instead her finger traced half down his torso before pulling away casually as if this were some sort of acceptable behavior.

"I was born and raised right here in the city." She explained, "Not far from here, either. Have no plans of leaving, either. I kind of like that potentially evil tree." Her smirk was teasing and she let out a light laugh. She had a feeling he just didn't know how to handle himself in these sorts of situations. Prude, upper class women were probably more his style. "And you?" She asked, draining her drink and putting it on the bar and taking his glass and doing the same. "You look like you could use another." She laughed.

[WHISKEY]

The male listened patiently, his attention on every word Cheyenne spoke. He didn't want to be rude and ignore her after asking a question. He wasn't the flirtatious sort but he did enjoy the female's company. Her fingers on his skin made him stiffen a bit and clear his throat but once she stopped he relaxed in his seat once again. He didn't know why he was that way, but when women showed interest he wondered why. He didn't think he was worth another person's time and he didn't think of himself as good looking. He thought his features were too square and hard looking. His eyebrows thick giving him a constant brooding look even when he was smiling. He reached up and ran his right hand through his dirty blonde hair, feeling the bumps that protruded from his scalp. They were horns. Short enough to be concealed by his hair, which was why he kept it just long enough to stand up naturally without being too lengthy to cause it to be weighed down. His palm brushed against them for a split second before he moved his hand back down, resting his elbows against the bar's counter.

"A local." He said and smiled at her, knowing he was a local himself. He'd been born and raised in Scriptor Bay but it was such a long time ago that he had to choose another place. It would have been too much to try and explain why he had never been to any of the schools or his records weren't found anywhere. "I'm from Nevada." He told her even though she hadn't asked where he was from. "I moved out here just a few years ago." Trenton told a little white lie which he knew wouldn't hurt anyone. He'd probably never see Miss Cheyenne again after tonight anyway.

When she commented about another drink he wasn't about to deny the fact that he could use another. And another after that. "That sounds good." He chuckled a little and looked over towards the bartender, hoping to get his attention by making eye contact. That seemed the easiest way to get a persons' attention. It worked every time he'd done it at least. "It slipped my mind before, but I never did ask. How did you get to the Tree? Did you have a vehicle back there? Just so I know which direction to lead you when we leave here."

[CUPCAKE]

"Nevaaada." She repeated as if this were some sort of joke. "I hope the fun parts." She laughed, having never been there herself, though she'd always wanted to. She was waiting for Claire to be less of a prude before she headed out there, wanting to enjoy the experience with her baby sister. Claire, if she could let her guard down for five minutes, would be an awesome companion. She was level headed and cute and could definitely hold her own. If only she knew how cute she was! She still couldn't get over that skeezy loser she dated through high school. The very thought sent chills down her spine. Gross.

She liked that he was asking which way to her place. He had every intention of taking her home, which meant she had every intention of successfully inviting him up. A few more drinks, she told herself. For both of them. She wanted a buzz of her own; it would help her wild side really come out. "I walked." She explained. "It's a few miles, but we could always take a cab." She suggested, which was a viable option after a few drinks when you needed to get home quick.

She gave him a long, hard look, her lips curled up at the corners to form a smirk. "You don't get picked up very often." She stated as if she knew him, and was simply telling the facts like they were written in some book. "And I have a feeling you don't do a whole lot of picking up." Her eyes roamed down to where his shirt was opened, admiring the hard chest she'd been touching earlier. She pushed away from the bar, closing the gap between them so her face was merely a couple inches away, her body heat generating off of her and pushing towards him. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" She asked almost innocently, though it was apparent there was fire in her eyes. She wanted to get him going, wanted to open him up and calm whatever beast was inside of him. Whatever had been on his midn earlier was holding him back now..