TAKE ME AWAY. /david

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>David watched her ink disappear under her hoodie. "You know I'm gonna be due for a new one soon. You should design one for me. There's a tattoo shop at one of the stops coming up that's kind of famous. I could get it done there." He'd done more extreme things to get a date with a girl. He watched her eyes wander else-where, to his boots. Her words coaxed another smile to his lips.

When David smiled, it took up his whole face, in the most casual way imaginable. It had a lupine quality to it. Wolfish, crinkling the corners of his eyes. David might have been miserable at one point in his life, and the misery may have crept back on him now and then, but he was, by most definitions, happy. Tour made him happy. Drugs made him happy. His friends, his guitar; those things made him happy, and his smile was a smile that was used often.

"They're Doc Martins. I love 'em." He leaned forward, tugging one of her boot-laces. "I like yours. Combat boots, right? Where'd you get 'em?"</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

She shrugged gently, "Maybe. I don't really design tattoos, but I guess I could try." she said shrugging again. Amanda really wasn't sure if she'd take him up on that request. It wasn't that she didn't want to persay, it was that she just never really though about designing tattoos for strangers. In her mind deep down it sounded fun, almost thrilling. Amanda pushed those thoughts out of her head, "It depends what you want I guess." She stated absentmindedly. If she did decide to take up his request of her she didn't really want to annoy him with some design that he wouldn't like, that didn't really sound like a whole bunch of fun for either of them.

"I have a pair back on the bus." She rested her chin on her knees once again. Amanda watched him touch her laces and tug on it a little, she bit her lip examining her own boots. They were old and well worn in, they were secondhand when she got them. Her boots had already been in someone's story and now they were in hers. They weren't her only pair of combat boots, just the ones she'd opted to wear today. Combat boots were really one of her signature items of clothing. These particular boots were some that she'd found in a thrift store once upon a time. She'd been with her brother, and that was nice. It was sort of love at first site so she'd gotten them. She'd liked how they were old and looked as if someone had given them a hard and fulfilling life, Amanda had only decided that she could add to said life. It felt like a privilege to wear them. "Yeah," she nodded slowly emphasizing her point, "I found them at a thrift store back home a few years ago."

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>"Sweet. Thrift shops for the win." David patted the boots, sitting back up. He stretched, feeling the glorious release in the muscles on his sides and middle. His gaze rose, glassy eyes reflecting the marbled gray sky. The brown hair fell into his eyes again, and, again, he removed his hat, adjusted his bangs, and replaced the cap to where it belonged. He could feel a longing in his veins for one of his many fervent lusts; caffeine. Coffee-lust had possessed him for longer than any other desire. He'd gotten his other fixes taken care of earlier in the day, and wouldn't start feeling the cravings for another few hours, at least.

"Look, I've been sitting out here for like an hour, and I can tell you, it doesn't really get more interesting than it is right now. Why don't I buy you a coffee, since I've thrown off your artist-groove?" There was no reason to be coy. This girl had to understand that she was gorgeous. Had to be used to guys asking her out, at least. This was the inevitable next step. Why beat around the bush?</sub>

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

She nodded slowly against her knees, it was weird to her having someone so new so close to her. Amanda put her legs down onto the grass again and crossed her legs. She watched him closely, there was something about him that seemed trustworthy. It was sort of unnerving how she just opened up to him, well sort of opened up to him. She pursed her lips examining his jaw and the way he fixed his hair. A lot of guys seemed to do that these days, although she never understood why it wasn't just easier to brush one's fringe out of their face. "Something about secondhand goods is really cool." she added quietly to their conversation. Adding to the history of some item of clothing was amazing.

Amanda blushed faintly at his question. She looked at him and blinked unsure how to answer his question. Coffee, coffee with him. She swallowed hard and shook her head a little without really meaning to. She wanted to say no, she'd just wanted to express her refusal in words rather than the shake of her head. "I... No. Sorry. I'll find my artistic-groove again." She said softly, actually she was probably going to go back to the bus and do fuck all.

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

ooc: If you want, he can pester her a while longer and then we can jump to another scene where he starts back in on her.

bic:

David persisted, undaunted. "Oh come on. We just bonded over ink." He sat up on his knees, possibly with the promise of grass-stains to tango with on laundry day. "I gotta know more about the pretty girl with the dagger-tattoo." He couldn't remember a time in his life when being shot down by potential dates had been a set-back.

He took his eyes off her face to survey the sky, face squinching into a wince against the gray clouds forming over head. Clouds soon. He'd have to book it like a wanted man if the drops started falling; his guitar had a jack for an amp-cord, and he didn't want it wet. "I mean, what're you gonna do? It's fucking Seattle, right? The only thing they're known for is rain and coffee." Lie. David had no idea what Seattle might have been known for. He knew his favorite graphic designers hailed from Seattle, and he knew they drank coffee, and he knew that the sky was getting ready to sneeze and it was cold, for the moment, but that was the extent of his Seattle knowledge bass.

[AMANDA JANE STEVENS]

Amanda glanced up at him as he towered over her. She looked away and down at the ground shrugging gently. There was no way that she was going anywhere with this nearly complete stranger. "Yeah but I should probably get back."

[/b] Amanda said quietly, her eyes flicking back up to his face as he spoke again. A light blush found its way onto her cheeks at his words, she looked down at the grass sheepishly. "I can't. I'm sorry, maybe another time.[/b] Amanda said swallowing roughly, she didn't know what else to do if he didn't take no for an answer. Her teeth bit her lower lip gently as she wondered what he would do if she just decided to bolt and leave him sitting there.

She began to gather the rest of her miscellaneous items that were out of her rut-sack and put them back inside of her bag. Amanda paused for a second and followed David's gaze into the sky. Rain, she'd always loved rain, more than she could ever describe in words. It was hard to count all of the hours she'd spend sitting on the front porch watching the rain fall all around her house. It really was something amazing, she did. Amanda looked at David's face once again, her teeth bit on her lip again gently. "I know. I'm sorry, but I should be getting back. I've been out for a while. The park wasn't my first stop on the run."[/b] Amanda shrugged and thought about what he said. "But I'm fairly sure that Seattle isn't known for it's coffee, unless I'm wrong of course. I know they are pretty well known for the rain though." She took on of the straps on her rut-sack. Amanda glanced down and then up once again, "Maybe I can take a rain check." She offered, mildly amused by the tiny joke in her statement. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

[DAVID ANTHONY HARLEM]

<sub>"Promise?" David asked. He gave her his sincerest smile again, careful to tailor away whatever element that tended to make him appear to be leering. "It's tour. You're gonna run into me again. I'm gonna have to writing you a song or something. I'll follow you around it play it until you let me buy you that coffee." His tone was purely jest, but good-natured.

He was catching on to her attitude, getting an idea about what kind of girl he was playing games with; the kind of girl who wasn't used to playing games. He had to be careful. The boy picked up his guitar, letting the matter drop at that. "Be thinking about that tattoo design." He rose off the ground, brushing blades of grass from his knees. Again, his hair was in his eyes, obscuring her face for a moment as he looked down at her. He pursed his lips, attempting faintly to blow it out of his face. He wasn't vain; unruly hair ran in his family, and he needed a trim. "I'll see y'round, Amanda." The guitarist put his boots on the path less traveled and began the trek back to the bus.</sub>