& I need you b o o;; [Damien]

[callistaxwhiftord]

Callie signed off and got up, unable to help doing something of a little victory dance as she made her way to the shower. She took a peak at the clock and saw that it was already seven o'clock. She turned on the shower to heat up the water and moved to turn on the radio located in the washroom, finding a station that played some good tunes, she continued doing something of a little dance, mouthing the words as she stripped. She stepped in to the shower, tipping her head back to get her hair wet, her hands reaching up to smooth all of her long, blonde hair out of her face then letting them slip down to her shoulders, just standing there under the spray of water with her eyes shut for a moment, trying to think of how she would approach him and what they would talk about. She jolted out of her daze as one of her favorite songs came on, a grin spread across her luscious lips as she began to lather her hair in time with the music, then doing the same with her body, getting her brown-sugar-coloured skin soapy with a body wash that smelled like baked goods.

When she felt sufficiently rinsed she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair and body in matching white towels before moving out of her ensuite and into her bedroom. The radio was still playing from the washroom as she sat at her vanity desk to apply the only makeup she really ever used; a few layers of black mascara to define her blonde eyelashes and a swipe of a pink, fruity flavoured lipgloss. She loosened the towel from her hair, sopping up any extra water before tossing it into the hamper. An oldies Beatles song came on: "Roll Over Beethoven". She got up as she brushed her hair, unable to help singing and dancing as she dried her hair into loose waves. She ran her fingers through her golden locks to give it the perfect tousled touch so it didnt' look like she tried so hard.

She let her body towel drop to the floor as she moved over to her closet, pulling on a matching undergarment set, then pondering her outfit. She finally decided on a simple pair of denim shorts that revealed her long, tanned legs, and a white blouse with the top few buttons undone. She adorned the outfit with a few gold bangles and a pair of black pumps.

When she was satisfied she tucked her cell and a few bills into her pocket, grabbed her keys, and headed down to Sin City. She had never been in a strip club before, and she had to admit she felt a little bit out of place amongst the somewhat sketchy men getting lapdances and hollering for some service. She moved quickly over to the bar and took a seat, running her fingers through her hair again.

[damiensalv]

Damien stood from the computer after he signed off, smirking in triumph at the turn of things. A simple case of boredom had turned into a ‘hot date’ of sorts, and not long after his moving here, either; and that was fine by him. He was wearing lounging slacks, and that obviously would not work for a meeting or his job, and so he changed into his standard ‘uniform’. He must have had twenty of the same white shirts and blue jeans, well, then again that was probably an exaggeration. He pulled on the white button up shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows, as was his routine. He combed his messy, unruly hair – though it didn’t exactly make it neater. It was still a little too early to go to work, and Damien didn’t exactly know what to do with himself. He stood around awkwardly with his hands in his pockets as though he were already in the presence of a group of strangers at some party. He stood there for a few minutes, wondering how he would spot her and what she looked like. Well, evidently she would have to find him, considering there was always tons of beautiful girls in the place. It shouldn’t be hard for her, there was only one bartender, after all. But soon he could not take his pathetic boredom any longer, and, snatching his coat from beside the door, he scurried out, locking the door behind him, getting into his Ford Mustang GT, starting the engine and heading to Sin City – sometimes he really did appreciate having plenty of money; a few weeks ago he never would have even dreamed of having the car he now owned.

He made it to Sin City nearly forty-five minutes early; but that didn’t bother him. Atleast he could busy himself with making sure his work station was bearable. He piddled with straightening the bottles and wiping out the glasses, wiping down the counter, and anything else he could possibly do to keep busy. Unfortunately, there really wasn’t much he could do, and so for a bit he just sat being completely and utterly bored. Eventually people began to filter in, the evening rush coming into its own, and he perked up, peering out at the varied faces, looking for someone who’s appearances he was completely dubious of. There were many people who came nearly every day, and they were the sleazes, mostly men but some women, who slumped on a barstool and ordered their usual whiskey or tequila or beer. Damien filled them quickly and easily, sloshing the liquid, flipping the bottles here and there and trying his best to keep himself occupied. Several women would come up to the bar with a smirk on their faces and order a drink, and he’d peer at them skeptically, until he was sure they were not the girl he had talked to over Instant Messaging. What was her name again? Oh, yes, Callie. They weren’t her. And so he drummed his fingers on the bar, becoming a little impatient and begrudging. He didn’t even know the time yet; was it already late? No, that wasn’t possible, he wasn’t going to be stood up. All he could do was hope she happened to look in the bar’s direction and spot him; after all she had made it sound like she’d never been to Sin City before, she probably didn’t know where anything was.

[callistaxwhiftord]

He was right, she hadn't ever been to Sin City, but she could smell out a bar from a mile away. She was a party girl and couldn't resist the smell of alcohol, the feeling of it warming her throat and her stomach when she drank it, and especially the sense of numbness and freedom she felt when it began to take effect, intoxicating her mind and body.

Sitting at the end of the bar, she watched the bartender - who she assumed to be her mystery man - take care of the evening rush. She watched him put on a show as he made drinks, tossing bottles around, shaking up drinks, tossing in olives and cherries and such with precision. She couldn't deny that she hadn't checked him out either. Her gaze travelling along his lean figure, taking in his outfit, his beautiful blue eyes and the way his hair hung in his face. After it quieted down she slid out of her seat and moved to stand opposite him. "What's your specialty?" She inquired, a grin drawing across her lips.

She didn't know what else to say or do, but hoped to make a good impression. She hadn't been in Hawaii for very long, didn't have many friends, and wanted to make a new beginning for herself to leave her bad past behind and more on with an amazing future.

ooc| sorry, it's terrible.

[damiensalv]

The atmosphere was slowly beginning to get intoxicated - literally. He tried not to pay attention to the...less tasteful happenings inside Sin City, he didn't drool over the prancing girls like most of the other men; actually he avoided it. He didn't have much of a taste for women like them. And yet he never felt out of place; this - the bar - was his zone, of sorts. He always knew what to do, how to do it, and how to entertain as well as serve. Believe it or not, it wasn't as easy as it looked, though Damien performed to perfection (years of practice on his side.) It was only then after a few more people asked for orders, that a girl with luscious blonde locks and a brilliant smile came to stand opposite him, leaning over towards him as she asked what his specialty was. Honestly he didn't have a specialty, pathetic as it sounded; he simply made whatever the customers asked him to. He blinked slightly, pausing, before smiling, "Well, that all depends on what you like." he crooned. He pondered for a second, drumming his fingers on the bar counter, "We have wine, tequila, vodka, beer, whiskey, and...pretty much anything else you can imagine." He added, smirking and allowing her a slight wink. He wondered if, possibly, this was Callie; why not? Of course, he didn't want to jump out and ask her if her name was Callie, if it wasn't that would make the situation just a bit awkward.

As Damien waited for her order, he couldn't help peering at her, assessing her slender bodice, lightly tousled locks, the limited amount of makeup she had applied. He appreciated that she wasn't one of those girls who applied five coats of makeup to their faces; why hide what was underneath? Girls like that irritated him to no end - like most of the girls in the bar. He had to admit she was very pretty; but what did that mean, after all? In quite a few cases, beauty was only skin deep. Not that he was looking for anything, but it was always nice to know some people in a new town; made everything seem a little less alien to him. Snapping from his musings, he once again lifted his head to smile at her, extending his hand, "I'm Damien," he introduced himself, and then, casually, "And you are...?" He hoped that she was this Callie girl, it was frustrating him that he didn't know what she looked like, and he was anxious to put a face to the name. He had imagined her as a blonde, very upbeat and pretty. Maybe that was just the image he got from California. Blonde and beautiful.

[callistaxwhiftord]

Her smile grew wider, flashing a straight, perfect set of pearly whites. "A sour apple martini sounds good right now." She said, leaning in so he could hear her over the music that was playing for one of the acts. She was a California girl in appearance, that was sure enough, with her long, blonde hair, big blue eyes, a perfect, pearly white smile, and brown sugar skin from days in the sun. The only California qualities she really lacked in her appearance were layers of makeup and cosmetic surgery. Everything was real, from the colour of her hair, to her skin, to her breasts. Her personality on the other hand was far from Californian. While she loved to indulge in clothing, she was far from the shallow, vain, naive Barbie doll type that usually came from there. Though she did have a bubbly, optimistic personality, she also had a serious side to her which made her more bearable to some people.

"Callie." She said as he asked her who she was. She had wanted to keep him guessing somewhat, but she figured that he was aching to know if it was her. She had assumed it was him from the moment she saw him, merely because he was the only bartender. "It's nice to finally MEET you meet you, Mr. Damien." She said with a slight smirk, slidding her bottom into a bar stool and sitting up straighter as opposed to leaning over the counter. "How badly was the anticipation killing you?" She inquired playfully, tauntingly.

She glanced around the club at all the sleezy activities going on to the rhythm of songs that had heavy beats and other strip club qualities of sorts. She couldn't help but compare it to the kind of dance she did, and when you thought about it, in theory it wasn't much different. Both types of dance involved the artistic manipulation of your body so that it moved in an aesthetically pleasing way. The only difference was the kind of contact and the amount of clothing involved. Her gaze turned back to Damien who seemed unphased by everything going on, for which she was glad. "How do you get in to a job like this?" She inquired. "And when do you finish for the night?" She added with a smile towards him.

[damiensalv]

If you looked at Damien, he didn't really look like he was from New York...But then again, who really looked like they were from New York? It was, to put it plainly, a vary varied state; people of all kinds resided there. There were people with light skin, dark skin; there were brunettes and blondes and redheads and every-color-heads; basically, there was no real identifying characteristic. But people who were from more sunny, even tropical places, like, oh, say California or Florida, Damien thought they all (most of them) had similarities, several of them. Like the stereotypical beach blonde, preppy girl, who lives somewhere where it's always hot enough to wear shorts or a miniskirt outside. It was a little biased, but true, he thought. But that didn't really matter in this case; he wouldn't be prejudiced unless, well, it turned out he didn't like her. Damien could be quite mean when he wanted to; in fact he made quite a few enemies over the years for jumping to conclusions about people, and he tried to not make the same mistake twice; as often as possible, anyway. Her words shook him from his inner musings, the wide smile situated on her facade simply alluring, "A sour apple martini sounds good right now." She said, and he returned her generous expression. "Yes, ma'am," He said, saluting her and turning to grab vodka, lemon juice, and the other ingredients, splashing them hurriedly into the glass; quicker than usual, but still, somehow without spilling a drop. He placed a slice of apple on the glass and handed it to her with a grin. "Sour apple martini," He said simply, leaning his elbow on the counter.

"Callie," She said in response to his question, and he smirked, his eyebrows raised. Somehow he had known it was her. As he'd thought, very pretty. "It's nice to finally MEET you, Mr. Damien," She continued, and he gave a small nod. "Likewise, Miss Callista." She settled into her seat and looked at him, and he did not shrink from her gaze; it seemed weak when people looked away from other people. "How badly was the anticipation killing you?" She asked, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, though quietly. "I could ask you the same question." He winked, catching the tone in her voice. It was nice to actually have a real conversation with a person who wasn't half naked or reeling drunk. Especially in a new town, which was always nerve racking. "How do you get in to a job like this?" He hadn't expected her to ask that, it didn't exactly make him look great, working at a sleazy place like this, and he realized that. He could have gotten a much better job, but for some reason..This one pulled at him. "Talent, dear, it's all about talent." Another wink was thrown her way, but for some reason he was already feeling tired; withdrawn. But she wouldn't see it; he had invited her here, after all; and even though it was a club (of sorts) he couldn't be an ingracious host, now could he? "And when do you finish for the night?" Technically he didn't finish for about two more hours, but he didn't want to have her staying here all night long, that would get boring; tiring. And so, still grinning, he said, "I'm off as soon as you finish your drink, Miss Callie."

[callistaxwhiftord]

She watched with great interest as he made her drink, putting on a great show. She grinned, unable to hide how delighted she was. "Great show." She commented, picking the slice of apple off the rim and bitting into it in a delicate manner as she listened to his responses. "I could ask you the same question." She finished the apple slice. "Honestly, I was just anxious to meet someone in general. Finding out that it was a charming young man such as yourself is just a plus." She said wish a grin, taking a sip of the martini, an expression of satisfaction with the drink taking place on her features. Then she realized how her question may have sounded, and couldn't help blushing, her hand moving to her lips in a reflex. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did." She said sheepishly.

"I'm off as soon as you finish your drink, Miss Callie." She grinned bashfully, then took her drink and tipped her head back to finish it. "Shall we go on an adventure then?" She inquired playfully, sliding back out of her seat and smoothing her hands over her shirt to straighten it out. "I actually haven't been to the beach yet, or most other places, but the beach sounds pretty good right now." She said, winking in his direction as she moved towards the opening of the bar where he could get out. She could feel the martini warming her stomach, and while obviously one little martini wouldn't have her dancing on tables or taking off her clothing, the alcohol made her feel a little more at ease, her words flowing a little more easily, her limbs moving with a little more limber-ness.

"You won't get in trouble, will you?" She inquired, sort of as an after-thought, not wanting him to lose his job or get in trouble because of her. Though it was tempting to let him just so she could spend more time with him in a nicer environment, she wouldn't want him to be put in a miserable situation.

[damiensalv]

Damien really had no idea what to say for a while as he watched her sip her drink; he didn’t want to look like he was staring, but he’d rather look at her than at the less tasteful people there. "Honestly, I was just anxious to meet someone in general. Finding out that it was a charming young man such as yourself is just a plus." She said, and though at first he was taken aback and slightly insulted, she soon assented, commenting that she hadn’t meant it the wrong way. And so Damien smiled once again, shrugging slightly, ”Don’t worry about it,” he laughed softly, ”I have inarticulate moments.” There was a pause, and sighing, he added, ”Like now. I really don’t know what to say.” It seemed for a moment that he didn’t really need to speak, for she leaned her head back, finishing her drink in a few gulps. He snickered to himself, walking out of the inside of the bar to stand beside her. "Shall we go on an adventure then?" she asked, and his grin stretched wider, taking her arm and looping it around his as she said, "I actually haven't been to the beach yet, or most other places, but the beach sounds pretty good right now." Damien's brows raised, shoulders rolling back as he began to pull her to the exit. "I haven't been there either; to the beach we go." He grinned, pushing open the door and walking out into the parking lot. He grabbed his keys from his pocket, unlocking the crimson Mustang in front of them; he stood beside it like a proud father showing off his son. Damien opened the passenger door for her, shutting it quietly when she was inside. He jogged over to the driver's side, getting in in a rush, grinning wickedly in excitement. "To the beach," he murmured to himself. In all honesty he had no vague idea of where the beach was, but he was sure he could find it eventually; he was pretty good with guessing. And he vehemently refused to stop and ask anyone for directions. No guy liked to do that. He backtracked from the bar, driving up the road but turning the opposite direction from his way home. He didn’t talk; he hoped he wasn’t making it awkward on her, being silent, but he was trying quite hard to find the beach. Finally, he began to see a stretch of sand that seemed to go on endlessly, as well as the horizon scaled by a magnitude of water. Damien smirked as he saw this, and, since he had absolutely no idea of where to park, he simply maneuvered the car so that it was on the edge of the road, overlooking a slightly steep walk to the beach. ”Good with going offroad?” he snickered, opening her door and taking her arm yet again, as they walk (and stumbled) down the sloping ascent. Eventually they reached the warm sands of the beach, and he released Callista; half-running toward the water to give his hot feet a rest. The sun was just coming up now; they’d spent quite a while at the bar and driving, and now it was time for sunrise. The great fiery star cast brilliant hues of pink, purple, orange, and a combination of the three, and it was absolutely stunning. Damien grinned at Callie, ”Beautiful, huh?” he murmured absently, content at staring at the gorgeous sight.

[callistaxwhiftord]

Her arm looped around his own easily as they both moved to leave. When they got outside to his car she grinned. "Impressive." She said, her gaze travelling over the bright red mustang. "I didn't know a bar tender at a strip joint could afford a forty thousand dollar car." She commented playfully, looking up at him. "It's beautiful." She said with a grin before climbing in and buckling up, looking to the driver's seat as he climbed in. "To the beach." She said in agreement, excitement in her own voice as her heart jumped a little at the thought of the ocean and the sand and him - she couldnt deny the latter. Her fingers reached up to run through her long, golden locks as she glanced out the window instead watching the city as it went by and soon gave way to the beautiful ocean front. The silence didn't bother her, she was very interested in all the scenery going by. She inhaled deeply before sighing, the car smelled like him. She rested her elbow by the edge of the window, cupping her chin with her palm as she watched out the window.

As they got close enough to the beach as they were probably going to get, she smirked. "Of course." She said, linking her arm through his own, laughing as they stumbled over the rough terrain, but stopped to just quietly smile as they reached the sand. The sight of the sunrise pouring over the beach was breathtaking. She laughed again as he ran to the water, she continued to walk towards the water. Although it was still somewhat dark, the sunlight that was beginning to filter over the horizon accentuated their figures to create silhouettes of them both, and as the sunrise progressed, the orange sunlight began to bring out her hair and make her tan skin glow as well. She tossed off her shoes as she moved over to the water's edge, letting the salty ocean lick her feet. She looked back over to him as he spoke again "Beautiful, huh?" He had said. She nodded in agreement. "It's breathtaking." She commented quietly, moving a little further into the water, until she was about knee-deep. She turned to face him. "Come on in, the water's great!" She called back to him with a palyful smile. Her white blouse fluttered loosely in the wind, and she was thankful for her shorts so she didn't have to worry about rolling up pants. The downside was that her wet skin was made cold by the cool breeze, causing goosebumps to rise along her skin.

Hawaii was known for it's waves, and while it was still a little too early for any surf-worthy ones, there were still fair sized, powerful waves pushing against the back of her legs, trying to accomplish something before crashing into the beach.

[damiensalv]

He hadn’t been able to suppress how delighted he was that she liked his car; cheesy as it may sound, it was his pride and joy."I didn't know a bar tender at a strip joint could afford a forty thousand dollar car." He laughed at that, a baritone, amused sound, amending, ”Let’s just say I saved up for a while.” Which, that was true, in a way. He hadn’t saved up, but he hadn’t stolen the car, either. He was just very lucky he had such a generous Uncle. Damien had noticed how she’d combed subtly through her hair every so often; it was a bit endearing, he could tell she was a bit nervous – who wouldn’t be? – and yet she tried admirably to cover it up. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t think she was beautiful; she was. But you wouldn’t hear him saying that, it would sound too much like he wanted a relationship with her, and at the moment he wanted a relationship with no one. Well, then again, he wouldn’t mind having a few good friends; there was nothing wrong with that. But honestly? He didn’t have the patience, willpower, or yearning to have a relationship in any other way, so it was quite obvious nothing would work out between him and, well, anyone. It didn’t bother him, though, not in the least. Why should it?

"It's breathtaking." she had commented on the sunrise, and he nodded, still grinning widely. He hadn’t noticed her lope into the water, however, until she called, "Come on in, the water's great!" Damien was hesitant, the sand was warm, but the water was sure to be cold. And the sun wasn’t even all the way up yet. He began to shake his head, going to make up some excuse as to why he couldn’t possibly get in the water, but on a second thought he sighed, winced, and walked into the surf, only bothering to slide off his shoes before he did so. It felt uncomfortable at first, as he slid in deeper and deeper; his jeans were soaked, as was the bottom of his shirt, but he didn’t complain. He would only get slightly further out than she did, after all, he was a competitive person; he didn’t like to be ‘beat’ at anything. And so he came to Callie’s side, but continued moving out, despite the protesting grumble of the waves that smashed over his head every five seconds, and soon he was up to his neck in water, smirking as he sputtered with the chill. He was going to just wade there until she decided to get out, but why waste it? Inconspicuously, he ducked down under the water, staying under the surface for a few seconds, before swimming quickly to where she stood, grabbing her legs and pulling her under as well. Damien rushed to the surface, laughing gallantly at her soaked hair and attire, and splashing her lightly as she, too, came up for air. Now this was how trips to the beach were supposed to be.

[callistaxwhiftord]

She laughed as she watched him, getting suspicious as he became submerged, she tried to look for him, but only realized where he was when she felt hands pulling her legs out from under her. She screamed as she went under, then surfaced laughing. She looked over to him with a mischevious smirk and splashed him, shaking her head."Now I'm all wet." She said before she slipped back under the water for a moment to smooth her wet hair back and out of her face. Her jean shorts felt heavy with water, and her white shirt clung to her skin, pretty transparent from the water, making the colour of her bra obvious; black. She didn't really care though- its not like it was showing any more than a bathing suit would. A chill ran down her spine from the breeze on her wet skin so she moved deeper into the water to keep her skin from the breeze. Her figure became lighter and more visible as the sun continued to rise. The beach was still pretty empty, but she knew that the dedicated surfers would begin to arrive shortly. "Hey! Thats no fair!" She declared with a smile, reaching out to him to place her hands on his shoulders, and jumping a little in a playful attempt to push him under the water, using part of her body weight. She could feel the warmth of his skin through his wet shirt. Her own body coming close in proximity due to the forces of gravity and the fact that without her feet fully touching the ground, she couldnt keep her body from touching his own. Not that she minded, she was used to being a flirt, she didn't mind being touched or touching other people, she just hoped he wasn't a person that didn't like being in close proximity to other people.

[damiensalv]

He laughed, jumping backwards as she splashed him, saying dejectedly, "Now I'm all wet." Damien didn't feel guilty in the least, he jumped up and down in the water, snickering, "You were already wet, I just helped you get a little more wet. No need to thank me." He gave her a subtle wink, continuing to laugh carelessly; it was fun, out here, he had to admit it. He simply couldn't help himself, the atmosphere was intoxicating, the water, surprisingly, was rather nice, and it was beginning to warm up. This had to be the most crystal clear water he'd ever seen; it was simply glorious. He didn't pay much attention after that, simply laid back on the surf and floated with his arms behind his head, peering up at her as she smoothed her hair back, before turning sharply to him and announcing, "Hey! Thats no fair!" She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed - with quite a bit of effort he presumed - knocking him over and into the water once more, with her latched to him (her mistake, obviously). He blinked under the water, squinting at the carefree features of Callie, and laughed, grabbing onto her shoulders as well and jumping up to the surface, shaking his head and sucking in a deep breath. "Oh, right, and that was fair," He snickered, ruffling her messy locks, "'ppreciate that," He grinned. Damien peered out at the shore, spying a few men and women running toward the water with surfboards. Great. He sighed, ducking under the water once again and swimming towards the shore. "I think it's time to go; surfers are here." He called once he had reached a point to where he could no longer swim. He paused once he reached the sand, cursing inwardly. He hadn't brought towels. Oh well; he would just have to clean off his car later. He wrung out his clothes the best he could, waiting for Callie to catch up. "So...want to go somewhere else, or would you rather me take you... back to the bar to get your car so you can go home?" He had only remembered that she had to get to the bar some way; unless she had taken a bus or something. Then again, he had absolutely no idea, and so he waited, beginning to climb the slope to get back to his car once again.

[callistaxwhiftord]

A laugh pushed past her luscious lips. "Now we're even. She commented, winking back with a smirk. She wrinkled her nose and quirked a brow as he ruffled her hair. She ran her fingers through it again before she reached over to ruffle his own water-ridden hair. She followed his gaze to the beach as all the surfers started to arrive. Then before she knew it he was already heading in towards the shore. She followed, reluctant to leave the water. When she got to the shore she reached back to squeeze the water out of her hair, ignoring whistles from some of the surfers at her seethrough top. She scooped up her shoes and jogged over to Damien to catch up to him, and grabbed his hand gently to stop him. "It's probably not a good idea to get into your baby all wet, especially with salt water." She commented. "We could wait for a bit to dry off, then we could go to my place. I've got a sweet hammock, and a pool, and towels." She suggested, smiling lightly and glancing over to the horizon as the sun began to shine in all its glory, already starting to dry their clothes.

"I need to pick up my car from the bar along the way." She said, wringing out the water from her top, then making an attempt with her jeans which would probably take ages to dry. "Or if we leave now then when we get to my place we can see if my dad has anything to clean the seats." She offered, then shrugged, running her fingers through her hand. She didn't really know what to do or say, and couldn't help feel a little nervous, being fully visible in the sun with her seethrough wet shirt. She ran her fingers through hair and bit her lower lip. "I'm going to stop talking now." She said in a slightly sheepish, defeated voice.

[damiensalv]

His smirk was still wide, very much present on his angular features as she laughed; a light, very easygoing sound. It was nice to listen to. ”Even,” He muttered skeptically, though sarcastically. He didn’t hold anything against her; who was that uptight? She ruffled his hair, and he jumped back quickly, feigning a dramatic glare; ”Whoa; do not touch my hair, Callie.” He paused, continuing to frown for a second, before breaking into a smile again, ”Gotcha,” he snickered, brushing over her hair once more with amusement. Callie was fun to be around; easy to be around, he had to admit it. How lucky was he to find a friend so early after he moved here? He was happy; honestly happy, at the moment, and not faking it for someone else’s benefit. That was different…and welcome. If he could do this every day, he would. They walked back to shore, Damien skipping a little bit here and there, laughing loudly (even obnoxiously, some would say); pausing to wait as Callie stepped reluctantly from the water, wringing her hair so that it fell around her shoulders in tangles. He turned to head up, only to be stopped as she grabbed his hand. He didn’t shrink away from the touch; he didn’t see it as anything, well romantic, and he doubted she meant it that way. ”It’s probably not a good idea to get into your baby all wet, especially with salt water.” She said, and he laughed yet again. His Baby. Cute. Very cute. He raised his brows; hesitating. What with the irritating whistles of the many men coming onto the beach, he really didn’t find staying longer an enticing option. "We could wait for a bit to dry off, then we could go to my place. I've got a sweet hammock, and a pool, and towels." At this he had to peer at her, real skepticism entering his eyes. ”You’re inviting a guy you just met tonight to your house….Aren’t you worried at all? What if I happened to be some psycho-stalker-serial-killer person? Maybe you should think about those kind of things.” His grin was wry, but his eyes were serious, careful, withdrawn. He really did not think that was rational behavior; he knew that he would never hurt her, but still. Shouldn’t she be a little more cautious on the subject of stranger safety? Come on.

With a slightly exasperated sigh, he let himself drop to the sandy beach at the bottom of the slope. He looked up at her with his lips pursed in a slight pout; it was a pitiful expression. "I need to pick up my car from the bar along the way." She said, and he gave a slight nod. ”Oh, yes, Callie, I was just going to make you leave your car all night at Sin City of all places.” Again he winked; for some reason today he was very joking. "Or if we leave now then when we get to my place we can see if my dad has anything to clean the seats." At this he was truly incredulous. ”Do you really think he would be okay with you riding in a car with someone you met online?” Damien asked, squinting at her. She was very…interesting, to say the least. He noticed that she seemed uncomfortable, and, well, he could understand that, what with her attire being how it was, and with the various males staring rudely at her. "I'm going to stop talking now." She said quietly, and he smiled at her genially. ”Wait here,” he said, jumping up from the sand and running up the slope to his car. He opened the door and looked in the small back seat, searching for the jacket that he’d left there last weekend. He finally found it, slamming the door shut and running back down to Callista. Without alerting her, he slid it firmly over her shoulders, before sitting himself down once more. His clothes were already probably halfway dry, and so they didn’t have long until they could leave. He sighed, and waited, impatiently willing the fabric to dry faster.

Soon he could feel the stiffness of his clothes, and then he rose, giving Callie his hand to stand, also. ”Alrighty, to the bar!” He announced, strolling up to his car, opening the door for her and then getting into the driver’s side himself. He drove quickly, going quite a few miles faster than the speed limit, and finally screeching into the now deserted bar parking lot. ”There we are,” He grinned, motioning at the vehicle. ”You get your car, and I’ll follow you; unless you no longer want me to come to your house.” He shrugged, it wouldn’t insult him if she didn’t. It would probably be wiser, actually. And so he sat, and waited, humming to the recognizable song on the radio: ’You’re So Last Summer’ by Taking Back Sunday.

[callistaxwhiftord]

"Whoa; do not touch my hair, Callie." Caused her to jump back a bit, her eyes widened. She began to apologize, when she realized he was kidding. Her own lips began to curl into a wide grin, her arm extending to send a spray of water in his direction. "Not funnyyy." She said, though she was unable to help grinning. She hadn't had much experience with real friends; after all, the friends she thought were her friends in highschool ended up not being real friends at all. She didn't know what real friendship was like, technically. She knew she was enjoying herself, though, and his company. She laughed at the sound of his laugh, not thinking it obnoxious at all, she was just glad knowing that he was enjoying himself as well. She hadn't meant anything romantic by grabbing for his hand- not in this instance anyways- and she let go once she knew she had his attention.

Not very many people could deny that Callie was a beautiful girl, and she knew it herself. While she was far from vain, she was used to all the cat-calling that men did and the looks she got. Yes, she knew she was pretty, but she would rather be known or seen for her personality. She saw the way he looked at her skeptically as he commented on her suggestion and she grinned. "I'm not worried about you, what if I am a psycho-stalker-killer-person." She said with a soft laugh. "I could take you, it may not look like it, but I'm pretty tough. She wasn't kidding either, what with having been in rehab and other sketchy drug-dealer's homes/operations, she had to know how to defend herself. She could sort of sense danger- not as in a sixth sense, but more as in she could tell if a person was the kind to be a psycho-stalker-killer-person, and Damien definately didn't seem the type. "So, if you're worried about what kind of person I am, I'll understand." She continued with a smirk. "But I do sort of need a ride to the bar at least. She finished.

She smiled appreciatively as he slid the jacket over her shoulders, she slid her arms into it as well and zipped it up so that everything was covered up. "Thanks. She murmured, hooking her thumbs in the pockets of her shorts,which were also getting dry. His jacket was quite large on her, it held a sense of comfort and security. She sat beside him in the sand while they waited, resting an elbow on her knee and her chin in her palm as her gaze gravitated towards the surfers, watching as some were able to stay balanced on their boards through a wave, and as some were eaten by the water. She wasn't a pro surfer, but she could surf- her dad had started with her at a young age, and she'd go out with him on the odd morning or afternoon until after her first year of highschool, and only recently she had gotten back in to it, but she was rusty.

She looked over to him as he jumped up, she took his hand and pulled herself up as well. She followed him up to the car, giggling as they stumbled over the rough terrain again. When they arrived at the bar she hoped out, then bent over into the car to listen to him before she grinned. "You're welcome as long as you're not worried about me being the psycho killer, because I don't get that vibe from you." She said, shutting the door as she moved over to her car- a little black mercedes convertible. She put the top down and slid on a pair of sunglasses before she pulled out of the bar parking lot, checking in her rearview to make sure he was following before she headed off in the direction of her house. Along the way she checked a few other times, just to be sure even though there wasn't much traffic to seperate them this early in the morning.

They arrived at her house not too soon after leaving the bar. The house was on the large side, but wasn't quite a mansion. She parked in the semi-circular driveway, leaving room behind her for him to park as well. She got out of the car, pressing the button on the remote to secure it as she moved over to his car. "I sort of live with my parents. She confessed, although it was for a justified reason, she didn't quite feel like sharing her past with him just yet. She doubted he was the type to go around gossiping, but she wanted a fresh start, which required that nobody knew about her past- not yet anyways.

She led him up the front porch, quietly opening the door and sliding inside. She kicked off her shoes and began moving towards the staircase. "Do you want a change of clothes?" She called out quietly, assuming her parents were still asleep.