Let's Play!

Vynz eventually made his way along the entire roof. No wallet. The man sat down on the angled surface over top of the window. That meant... Perfect.

" Your welcome to come in, you know."



Suri casually informed the creature outside her window, eyes closed now as she continued to toss the small leather possession.

Vynz hesitated for a minute. Did he really want to have to deal with this? Either way, his plausibly deniability was shot, so... The man leaned over and slid the window open, peering in from his upside down position.



"I was just going to come back tomorrow."

" Afraid of the little buzzed girl?"



Yep, not full out drunk, for the most part, things were safe.

" Afraid of the little buzzed girl?"



Yep, not full out drunk, for the most part, things were safe.

"Never was." He shook his head, and then (against his preservation senses) slipped into her room.



"I think you have something that belongs to me."

" Your's?"



she asked casually as she tossed it up once more, then over to him casually.



" I wouldn't know. Didn't look."



She informed him honestly, yawning slightly.

Vynz caught it. The man then, out of pure habit and nothing else, opened it to make sure everything was there.



"Thanks." He began to walk towards the window as he rummaged through the cards.

" He startled me, or I wouldn't have done anything."



Suri explained as an after thought, hand wondering to her still aching throat, unaware there was a bruise forming.

Vynz turned around at this one. Great. Now ALL of his deniability was dead. He shoved his wallet in his pocket and then responded after a moment's thought.



"I don't care. Vy might, but I don't." Flashback? His sky blue eyes followed her hand and his brow raised at the bruise he could see starting to lift to the surface.



"Damaged dancer."

Suri raised a brow, moving to the mirror, wincing as her fingers prodded a bit, sighing under her breath, making some comment about how healing wasn't her thing, and that this sucked.



" I didn't tell him to attempt to strangle me."





She said softly, more to herself, considering the bouncer reference.



" As for the bouncer, they really are a dime a dozen."

Vynz just shrugged again.



"Bouncer's not my problem." The man turned back to the window, nonchalantly intending to leave just the same way as he had come in.



"Thanks for my wallet."

She ignored him now as she was wondering to get some ice to place upon her neck, going to lay down. Suri actually ended up seeing a doctor the following morning to discover her collar bone was bruised, and possibly cracked, and that she needed to take it easy for a while. Greeeeaaaat. She'd been at work, what, a week?

Vynz was at the bar early that night. Why? He was avoiding his sister. Unfortunately, she knew it. The woman locked in on those things like a rapid bloodhound. But why would she ever look for the man where he worked on his night off?



By the way, the plumber was scheduled for today. They had all been full the day before.

Setting down in the floor of her apartment, she was debating whether to dance, or not. After a few moments, she settled on a middle and bribed one of the other dancers to cover her as she lay on her bed, ignoring the plumer's crack as she tried to forget the low ache in her neck region.

After a while, Vynz couldn't handle it anymore. He took a beer and went outside. He climbed up and sat on the dumpster in the alley. This was a pretty fun game. Within fifteen minutes he already had one couple do the following:



"HOLY COW, DUDE! YOU SCARED THE pretzels OUT OF ME! LIKE A CREEPER IN THE ALLEY..." And of course they scuttled off.

spending forever and a day, suri vowed to never mention needed repairs again. No matter what. She'd live with no water.



As the smelly fat man left, she moved to get something to eat, hating how her whole neck ached.

The piece de la resistance? Vynz scared the plumber. One couldn't begin to understand the sadistic glee there. Chuckling to himself, Vynz relocated to the top rung of the lowest ladder on the fire escape.

Popping a rather nasty little bottle of green goo into her mouth, she was wondering off down the back stair case carefully, soon walking down the back alleyway, ignoring everything and everyone.

Vynz quite creepily leaped off of the rung and landed in a manner that movies could not hope to imitate. And then he realized who he had done it to.



"Aww, it's you. Wasted a perfectly good pounce on you, new girl."

Suri went to voice a reply, but failed. she was loosing her voice. Alcohol was lovely to her. Making a small face, she brushed him off and wondered by him, nearly pushing him over as she went by. She was miserable.

Vynz glanced around his favorite creeping ground and then to the woman. She reeked of booze. Personally, he didn't care if she worked there or not. They came, they went. However, the bartender in him just couldn't do it. He followed her, just to make sure that she wasn't intending on drinking anymore. So yes, she had a creepy silent stalker for the minute - not that he was trying to be discreet about it.

Stopping, she looked to the little afterlife stalker. Making a little face at him, she wanted to tell him off. She hadn't had a drink since last night, just couldn't shower due to the plumbing thing, and beside that, her throat wouldn't ler her do much... grrrrr.

Vynz just stood there and stared at her.



"You realize that glaring has zero affect on me, right?" He paused at then glanced down the street, an absent thought drifting into his head.



"You want to go get some pie?"

Wanting to verbally reply, she gave up and merely shrugged and nodded in a casually defeat, planning to follow him.

Vynz didn't even look back as he walked down the sidewalk. It was like he needed to. After all, she wasn't much of a conversationalist at this point, and it wasn't like anyone that would try to sneak up on him. Well, except maybe Vy, but he wouldn't see her coming anyhow.



Sergio's was a little hole-in-the-wall diner. It looked from the outside like a run-down cheap grease joint, but the inside was actually quite comely. They were seated in a cute little blue booth.



"Root beer, fries, slice of apple pie." The waitress nodded and popped her gum, looking at the girl expectantly.

Making a small little sigh, which was as much noise as she could muster, she merely used the menu to point and then looked over vynz, deciding it was worth wasting her tastebuds on another icky potion.



Pulling a rather odd looking blue concoction from her pocket, she was soon downing the little mix with a grimace.

Vynz watched her carefully. His response to the whole ordeal was rather dry.



"Yum."

" Hush or I'll make you drink it."



she said with a rather rough voice, still making a few faces as the vial disappeared.

Vynz raised a brow.



"It was sarcasm." He didn't so much as spare the waitress a glance as she lay a hand on his shoulder and leaned over to place drinks before two of them. Vynz lifted his pop and took a sip, all but ignoring her as she spoke.



"I'll be right back with your food darlin'."

Suri rolled her eyes, looking over Vynz, swishing her glass full of fizzy fruit flavored syrup about, soon sipping the delicious grapeness.

When the woman walked away, Vynz conveniently slid a little closer to the window and just out of reach. And then the food was there. Well... at least his fries and her order... Vynz found himself staring at a plate of vanilla ice cream instead of apple pie. How did they even do that? "Pie" and "ice cream" sounded nothing alike.

Looking to his dessert, she had to wonder why her fried ice cream was right, and his pie was wrong, however, she liked her toasted sandwich and ice cream, so wasn't complaining as she silently ate. that was an impressive mistake.

Vynz glanced at the waitress.



"I ordered pie." She glanced down at the notepad and then said the most amazing three words he had heard thus far.



"No you didn't." Vynz eventually gave up and decided just to eat the ice cream.

suri stared at the woman, then looked to Vynz, and shook her head, muttering something about service not mattering anymroe.

Vynz glanced up at her as he was pushing the white goop around on his plate.



"Tell me about it."

" My neck will take at least two more days before I'm able to be properly dancing again."



She informed him casually, looking over her remaining sandwich, then back to her dessert, deciding which she wanted mroe. It wasn't hard.

Vynz shrugged again.



"I don't care - the dancing, that is. That's not my cup of tea."

" Well, your kind of one of the bosses, so I figure you need to know."

Vynz shook his head.



"Hey, keep your voice down. I don't want the other employees to find that out. And, no. That goes to the manager which might go to Evynna. Like I said, not my channel."