no, I can’t *she shakes her head a smile on her lips* its not that *she chuckles* whip your ass...ya right...but give ya hard time maybe *she takes a sip of the coffee then glances around the room* I have no idea...its garish....guess it gets some people off *he asks the question and she pauses for a brief second then reaches for another smoke which she promptly lights with her new lighter..after taking a long drag she looks over at him...her answer simple* No, * no she couldn't tell him where she was, if she knew would she? She didn't know...though she wished she knew*

*He laughs slightly at the thought of her giving him a "Hard Time". Wondering how strong she really is. Taking a few more hits off the bottle of JIM. Eyeing her oddly as she simply says,"No". Not understanding whether or not she could, or would tell him. He pulls a smoke out of his jacket, and having given his lighter to her. Simply cause the air in the cigarette to agitate, lighting as if by spontaneous combustion.. Then he takes a few drag, a few swigs, a few drags. Not having much to say really.*

*She watches him pull the smoke out and reaches for the lighter only to find that he has already done it* that is so cool, freaky, but cool...would be totally awesome for out in the wind *slowly she has come to accept the use of some powers or at least minor demonstrations of them...in general though they freak her out big time...she too sits there silently drinking the coffee and smoking the cigarette...the silence was comfortable though...oddly enough, almost like hanging out with her old gang*

*He takes the cigarette from his mouth and holds it at arms length. As though he were inspecting it and expecting it to tell him something profound.* guess it is rather useful. Though I’ve done far worse things with my power..*Though he doesn’t mention what it actually is, uncertain if she already knew or not. He didn’t know hers either, so they both held an advantage over the other. Powers no longer freaked him out, only those who used them for the purposes they did instead of using them for the benefit of humankind, or the nation they live in.*

*she practically shivers at the idea of actually attempting to use powers for anything..or event the thought of having them...she supposes they could be useful for some things...but she'd be better off without stuff like that around...she sips her coffee and finishes off the smoke, then looks around for some topic of conversation, almost afraid that he'd ask again about the last few months* so...why ya sticking around ta entertain a kid?....bored or something?

*He looks at her, the question seeming to make sense to him. The hell was he here for? He shrugs slightly.* Maybe I think you’re a supermodel in disguise and I’m undressing you with my eyes...*He says as he purposefully and quickly, runs his eye up and down her form. A slight slur in his voice from the trashing he’s receiving. He stands up, staggering a bit and starts heading for the door.* Yer prolly tired.. I thould be getting home anyway...*In the little bit of time he’d been here, he’s already gone through a good portion of the bottle. Stumbling his way towards her door. Good thing his safehouse wasn’t far from here at all.*

*she snorts almost spitting out the coffee* Yeah right...me? *she looks down at herself, not at all impressed by her stocky muscular build...she glances back up at him as she notes the slur, then she notices the stagger and sighs* Ya gonna be ok? it aint the safest part o'town...ya you can fight but that can mean dick...crash here...ya got me the place anyhow...might as well

*He turns to look at her slightly. He’d been drunker than this before. It’d become an everynight thing since the farmhouse incident. He smiles and reassures her.* I been drunker than this.. I’ll be fine. I don’t live far from here at all.*He grins as she regards herself. and in his usually truthful manner.* alot of guys LOVE the look that you have.*He grins roguishly and feigns a hand over his head in mock despair, melodramatics he is really drunk.* Ah but were I younger...*Smiling at her slightly. Then shrugs.* But, m`not!

If ya say so....*she didn't doubt that he had been drunker, or that he could take care of himself...but she didn’t want him to have a run in with those GUARD freaks..* what if the those freaks show up? can ya handle yourself? *she simply rolls her eyes at what she takes to be platitudes...after all what guy is going to want a chick that weighs as much as their car and has a strange habit of turning to rock*

*He nods.. Patting the street cannon at his thigh. One of his deadlier weapons..* Bee fffine.*Nodding and pointing into his chest.* Sides, drink wears off when it looks like you`ll lose an eye.*Realizing how weird that sounded. He opens the door and starts to step out. Pointing at her like a stern father would.* Never downplay yourself... If you got it. Flaunt it. Partly why I don’t, cause I don`t.*And his sentences were getting worse as he went along.* Ciao..*He disappears out the door and makes for his way home. Having left the bottle of JIM in her room on accident.

Yeah right, I've heard that one before...though she does admit that the others never had firepower quite like him* Ya right, nothing to flaunt *she shakes her head in amusement as he steps out the door* be careful, have a good night *she watches him leave then closes and locks the door, as she turns her gaze lands on the bottle then flicks to her coffee and back to the Jim, its tempting and a few months ago she would have polished it off in a sec...but now...she won't, she’s going to be the straightest one on the street.....she sighs and reaches for the lights then makes her way to couch where she curls up and falls to sleep*

*He actually makes it a bit farther than he thought he would. Getting all the way to his building and halfway in the door before he collapses. Halfway in, halfway out of his new home. The door hitting him in the ass as he lies there, passed out. In his dreams, he sees pictures of rock hard bodies, well at least nicely toned ones. Womanly features all over the place. A grin forming on his mouth somewhere in his dreams.*