Watch for your life.

Fuoco stood up, walking over and pulling a glass of red liquid from the fridge, he drank it, then walked outside after a brief change of clothes. He mad ehis way down to the lobby, while a girl started flirting with him. You could see the look on his face, he was not interested.

Soria, with her hair in a messy bun on top her head, and a bit of smeared makeup around her eyes, looked cute at the moment. She also trotted down the stars, not wearing a bra. Slipping into the lobby, she rolled her eyes at the chick who was flirting with a guy, then she frowned as she realized it was fuego.

Fuoco looked over, and saw Soria. "Oh, I'm sorry. I have to go." He walked over and gave Soria a hug, then a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." He winked and walked back into the apartment complex's stairway. "I owe you one."

Soria tried not to leap into the air and make a quick get away as Fuego leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek. She flashed a cheeky smile at the girl, who blushed and looked away, obviously embarrased. God, she was hideous. They walked up the stairs, and Soria cocked an eyebrow, as he mentioned that he 'owed her one.'
"Sure you do."

"Yep. And what would you want? A drink? A date? Money? Anything?" Fuoco laughed and rubbed his cold hands together. He walked back up to his room, leaving her behind. "Well, you decided and tell me later." And he was gone.

Soria breathed out an exagerated sigh. Placing her hands on her temples, she shook her head and raised her eyebrows, walking a few doors down and slipping into her apartment. She riffled through her closet, picking out a tight red shirt with a square, low neckline, and tight black skinny jeans. She needed to eat, and was ready to go on a hunt. Slipping on her red converse, she applied a thin line of eyeliner, then drew her hair up into another, more complicated messy bun. Slipping out the door, she walked past Fuegos door, rapping on it slightly. "I'm going to... eat. see ya."

Fuoco heard a muffled voice outside his door. "Okay." That's all he could say, eh didn't know what it said.

Soria paused. "You're welcome to come with if you want, but..." She trailed off, then brushed her auburn hair behind her ear. "Whatever." She ran her hand through her hair, then trotted down the stairs, running into the girl from earlier. In a spiteful mood, Soria prodded her hard in the chest. "You, are, hidious." She said, then turned and walked away.

Fuoco heard more, but didn't answer, not knowing who or what it was. He sighed, turning on the TV, then hearing the voice again. Fuoco also heard muffled sobs after.

An hour later, Soria was walking back to her apartment, her cheeks flushed, her hair slightly askew. She passed Fuego's door, and knocked loudly, seeing it was unlocked and opening it, stepping inside without another thought. "Fuego?" She asked, frowning slightly. Her jaw hurt, where he had tried to punch her. He had been a fighter.

(He didn't try to punch her...)


Fuoco answer the door, seeing it was Soria. "Oh. SO we meet again." He winked at her. "What it is that you need?" He turned around, leaving the door open for her to enter.

(No. She just hunted someone down and he tried to punch her.)

Soria heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm loney, there's never anything to do around here. You? I asked you before if you wanted to go out, but.... you didn't seem to answer."

"Oh, well I'm sorry. You can come in. I might have something left in the fridge..." Fuoco opened the refridgerator door, looking inside for anything she ,ight eat, being a vampire and all.

Soria made a 'grossed out' face. "No. I already ate." She rubbed her stomach, her eyebrow cocked. "So no need." She shut the fridge door, then stepped back, looking over his apartment. It was so- Manly. Like, there was no fun colors. Everything seemed sharp edged and clean. "Wow, what do you do all day?"

(Gtg.)

"Not much really, just hang out." Fuoco laughed. "What about you?" He sat down at the bar, pressing his cold hands against the cold counter. Fuco looked up,barring the sun going down out his window.

Soria shrugged. "Do you wanna go out or something? Go for a walk maybe?" She asked. "I really dont do much..."

Fuoco shook his head. "Not in he mood, sorry. And I thought you were an entertainer..." He gave Soria a questioning look.

Soria blushed, the crimson reaching deep into her smooth cheeks. "Uhm-" She coughed and cleared her throat. "That's only when I'm hungry.." She broke off, not making eye contact. "It's the easiest way.."

"Og." Fuoco shut up. He learned, from experience, that women were uncomfortable about "this kind of stuff". Anyway, he looked to Soria. "I might go out later."

"I quit though." She stated. "I'm not going back. You gave a scare, and by god I dont want to go back there ever again." She said, smiling slightly. "Oh, and sorry about barging in."

"Got it." Fuoco smiled. "And I'm sorry about that." He scraped his nails against the counter, bu made no marks. "I work at a bar, a bartender. It's a emo bar, so I fit in with the fangs. Fuoco flashed them. He grabbed a ponytail on the counter and tied his long hair back. He looked back out the window, now seeing complete darkness. "When youbgo out, wherevo you usually go?"

Soria shrugged. "It depends why I'm going, you know?"

(Gaa spritz!)

(I'm getting my mojo back!)


Fuoco nodded. "Got it." He patted the seat next to him. "Do younplan on goingnout tonight, because I feel like drinking and playing board games. Youbwant to join?" Fuoco laughed. "I act like a human, I know." He reached undervthe counter, opening a shelf and pulling out "The game of life."

Soria grinned, slipping beside him and laughing as he pulled out the game. "My favorate. If only it was real. Too bad they dont have a vampire version." She took the box gently from him, and pulled off the top, examining the small pink and blue figures and the little cars.