Nice night for a walk?

[Seven]

Click starts to lead her down, not bothering to introduce himself. The men around them peer lecherously like grinning jackals at the pair---half in gluttonous amusement for the scenario, half at the gorgeous woman. Some of the racier of the men couldn't help but think that taking such a fragile looking thing would be child's play. But they couldn't. This one was Click's, and they had at least that much honor. After all, once they lose loyalty to each other, what else would they have? Certainly not money!

"Give us two Tall ones, my fine man," Click calls to the barkeep who responds with a silent nod. Click turns his gaze to his young and beautiful 'victim.' "And now, for I'm dying of curiosity, must know how you managed to find me here. Do tell---surely such a lovely girl doesn't roam these back alleys so late at night as an everyday occurrence?" He leans in slightly forward, grinning widely and whispering to her, "There's dangerous men you know, who roam the streets." He chuckled to himself, as if this were ironic, though he figured she wouldn't get that.

But before she could answer, Pan interupted, and for a second, Click froze in his spot. But he slowly let the grin cross his face. "Hello Pan." This would be interesting. But it's not like he was at fault. She dumped him, after all. It felt nice to rub it in for once. Maybe she'd learn something. Though Click admitted to himself he wasn't all too keen on settling down himself. He was too much of a free-spirit to want to be tied down, and the on-off relationship never bothered him. In fact, in a strange way, he liked it that way. The pleasures of love without the pains.

[Pan]

Pan heart falls as she sees Click with this beautiful woman, Pan couldn't compet. She takes in a shaky breath as she looks at them ."I see....you're with...someone elca...." Ank looks over she shouldner at the poor thing. "Oh my what on Earth are you wereing? Why would a woman go out in the twon looking like you?" Ank say with a bit of a grin looking at pan. Pan's face changes to one of hurt and loss. She closes her eyes and places a hand to her chest. "I'm.....I'm sorry." She runns out of the bar her tangeld curel blind hair flowing behind her.

Ank terns back to Click raising an eye brow. "Did you know that girl?" she ask playing with her White hair a bit.

Pan runs back to her coffie shop sobing the hole way. "Well.....he....he got over me....quick!" She opnes the door and sit down on a chair. "How am i soppost to compet with her?!"

[Seven]

Click inwardly frowns, disliking the cruel assessment of his ex. Granted, he despised how she dressed so tactlessly. Even as a lowlife-thief, Click always felt one should try their best to look as nice as possible. And for that reason, he always chose to wear sharp looking clothes--sharp enough that if he crashed an up-town party, he wouldn't be immediately noticed as someone out of the ordinary. But Pan....she didn't seem to care, and despite his hints that something nice would be more fitting, she never did take it. Perhaps she was too frugal or something, or not vain enough. But even so, she was a sweetheart. One of the few good girls of downtown, and he could appreciate that much. Still, he had to let these lingering thoughts die. After all, he was with a charming, up-scale girl. No doubt snobby, but what else could you expect from a woman served hand to foot?

Click smiles, winking an eye at Ank and asks playfully, "Don't you think that was a little harsh, my dear? Or are you always so quick to attack possible competition?" he teases her slightly. "Though if the case is the latter, I don't see what you were so worried about---with charm such as yours, no woman can even hope to measure!" He continued to gaze right at her, without diverging at all now that Pan had left.

"But to answer your question, yes, I do know her. All the boys down her do---she makes the finest coffee in this part of town. We call her Pan," he smiles, as if this were a funny story, which is partially true.

[Pan]

Ank tilts her head to the side. "Pan? Why do you call her Pan?" Ank already knows why and she is laugh at Click memmery of this girl. my my she is quite a clutz. Ank smiles at him messing with her beed in her hair. "Well If she is my compotition then I think I might have this game won." Ank laugh inworedly at how silly she was being. thies was really getting her mind of her damn sister. "Oh and to anser you quetion, I asked around, some people knew who i was asking for and direstecd me here." she gives he a shy smile. "I realy don't get walking around much affter dark..and as you saw erlyer I was a bit of a wreck."

[Seven]

Click grinned at Ank's comment, as if it were the wittiest thing he heard, despite the fact he had alluded to it just moments earlier. "Oh then, but if you're competing, that imply your competing for something!" he pointed out, grinning as he did so. "Now what could a pretty girl like you could be competing for?" he asked innocently, though he was obviously flirting.

However, her mention of 'asking around and being directed here,' put him at ill-ease. Being so easily identifiable was never a good, especially when you're a thief. Since he could not fathom that she was lying to him, this was at the very least disconcerting. At the worst, it was serious trouble. How could he been that easy to pin-point? Did he screw up a few nights ago, and should this happy coincidence be a forewarning that someone might be after him? He couldn't tell, but for now, he had to maintain the role of gracious date.

[Pan]

Ank places her heands on her cheeks as she giggels a little. She squerms in her set looking away from Click. "I hope it's not to obvius what I am compeating for..." She stops looking at him. "Wait I didn't get your name yet." she looks away from him blushing a bit. "how can i set her with a man and not even know his name." She looks at him out of the coner of her eye.

this game was fun but know Ank wonder how she would end this. She knew it would have to end but when? He does have to pay for takeing her ring. But she may also let this game drage on longer to see what will happen.

[Seven]

((*snickers* So much for you having to go to bed at 1 am Pan.....))

Click raised his eyebrows slightly to her first response, a feeling of pride and ego overwhelming him. Sure, he was confident in his overall style, but girls rarely made their intentions known so early on, much less rich girls...

He smiles at her comment, chuckling a little. "Do excuse me! I'm so sorry, I should have introduced myself much earlier. My name is Antonio Franco," he said, easily inventing a false (Italian, as he figured he looked the part at least) name. He hadn't given any one his real name in years--he doubted even Pan knew it. Why, at this point, he'd already mostly forgotten it himself! He smiles again, silently wondering if he should give her his nickname, Click, or not. He opts to avoid it, since if she said it to the wrong person at the wrong time, he could end up in jimmy.
"But you can just call me Tony."

[Pan]

((shut up ><))

Ank giggels again looking at him. "An Italian boy? I love Italian men!" Ank squeeks. She looks around the room at the other men looking at her. "Hummm....Tony I don't like them staring at me..." She shivers, "It make me feel like a chaged animal...." She get off her stole looking bad at Click. "Maby we should more....privet." Ank narrow slyly as she begin to walk back to the door.

((I am going to do some Pan now k))

Pan shiff getting back up from the chair looking at herself in the mirror. She terns around a bit to get a better veiw of her self. "All right If Click wants a cute girl...Then I will become a cute girl." Pan walk out of the coffie shop and lockes the door. She head to the better part of town where she know some places that stay open late. Pan bye some, new ish, dresses and then goes back to the coffie shop. When her and Click fight she lives in the upper part of the place. She goes up there looking at her hair in the mirror. "Ok Pan as much as you love this long mope of hair you know it has to go..." Pan polls out some sisers and begings to cut her long curly hair.

[Seven]

Click rises after her. Of course she'd want to get out of here---the stares were making even him feel uneasy.
....Though some part of him did enjoy the attention brought about by having a beautiful date. How ironic it was! He was just joking about never seeing her again, and here she was, demanding a private location for them! How trusting she was of him! But some small part of his hustler instincts told him to be wary. Something smelt just slightly fishy to him, and some part of him wondered if Ank, if that was her real name, was also a con-artist like him, trying to pull a fast one.

But for now, he held out his hand to her. After all, the charade must go on!


((Well, I can't really respond to Pan things (yet), but it's very interesting to read! Can you keep writing them? Plus, it'd make it easier for when I want to bring in Sceatto....
Awww, poor Pan's hair!))

[Pan]

ank smiles sweetly as she takes his hand. "I know a nice place near by, a park, I just found while I was walking...well more like stomping around." She looks away from him and points. "Its that way...I'm shour you know where it is at right?" She place her arm back at her side with her banges gigaling the hole time. She leans in closer. "I must ask Toney...Why, such a fine looking man as your self, are you in a bar like this?" She terns her head to the side looking inocent. "Its just doesn't sut you at all..."

Pan finashes cuting her hair into a cute curly bob cut. She looks at her self in the mirror with a bit of pink in her cheeks. "Wow...I look like a new girl...." She walk over and put on one of her new pink dresses. She ties the boew arounf her waist, soing that she has a waist. Pan walk back to take a good look at her self in the mirror. She giggels a bit. She walk back over and put on light pink lip stick. "Wow i never new how much fun it is to get all dressed up." she squeeks as she walks down the stairs. "Heh Click you are going to be a sorry man once you see the new Pan." She walk over to the window to let in her back cat,coo (cuz I am lasy and pan still need a back cat look thing...)) "Hey coo been out all night hunting?" She looks up and meows and goes to her bed to sleep. "Yeah rought night I can tell..."

[Seven]

Click nods with her idea of going to the park. As for her question....he tries his best to think of a response. The fact that he had been in such a rag-tag place doesn't do much for his name, fake though it is. "Well...." he scratches his head in contemplation. "I honestly don't have a good answer for that." This, in a way, was true. Even as a thief, he considered himself much classier than the other lowlifes that hung around there. He was accepted purely out of his skill and charisma, but he didn't quite connect with them. He enjoyed merriment and laughter, something he couldn't always find in a new, hostile environment, but he didn't always approve at the methods his comrades used, or the other things they did, or their overall ignorance. "You have to understand, I like all other men, am a creature of habit. I am not proud to say it, but I grew up amongst that world...even if it is a dark, cruel place, it's still home...." He blinks, snapping out of it, laughing a little. "I do apologize---you must be disgusted at even the notion of that," he said, lightly referencing the fact that she was upper-crust.

[Pan]

Ank laugh and odd laugh. "A Dark and cruel place? You should see where I live." She looks away from him with a sad face. "It look like to me even thought the place you come from its that...attractive it is still nice...You can be who you want to be... Where I come from you have rouls you have to fallow...You have to act like everyone thinks you should act like..." She said a bit still looking upset. "And worst of all...you can't be your self..." Even thought most of this was true that never stoped Ank, her sisters, and her mother from being who they are, but Click doesn't need to know this. Ank is more coriuos about how he is going to reacted to wha she just said.

Pan streches and walk down to her coffie shop, even thoes it was late some times people come to her coffie shop after the bar to clear thies heads. Pan sighs as she walk behind her ber looking at the door. "I want more to my life them just...being Click woman..." She looks over at window. "I want to be some one some day...have a family..." Pan laughs. "Ha that funny Pan! you with a kid? With howw you and Click stay together that would be a realy hoot!"

((I am going to say in this rp pan is not a virgen and has slept with click k))

[Pan]

Pan look normally



her new look

[Seven]

((I was sort of getting that notion. You not being for abstinence makes more sense in this scenario...))

Click pauses, looking over at her. He heard a little about the masks people of society wear. Just a little, since no one seemed to want their secrets of unhappiness to get out. Rumors, really, and what little he observed of them himself. "I'm sorry to hear that Ank..." he said with compassion, but then continued, with a questioning tone, "...but, I've always felt very curious on this subject, and perhaps you can enlighten me: Why is it so important to wear a mask? You seem like a nice person, just the way you are, so why do people of your caliber always feel the need to hide?"

The bell connected to the door rings, signifiying a customer entered. And there's Sceatto, in his Ivy League school scarf, jacket, and pin, ....though looking more than tired. He smiles weakly. "Hello again."

[Pan]

Ank rolls her eyes at the thought. "Because it is was is thought you should ast like. Its a vary ols stat of mind and peole still think that way." She sigh looking at the ground. "If you let people like that know who you really are...you will be laugh out of that society." She then terns her head back to the moon the light from it giveing heralmost a angelic glow. "but some day I hope that will change and I will be able to be my self...at last...." She sighs and shruges. "But I don't think that will chang anytime soon."

Pan's face lighs up. "Sceatto?! what are you doing here?" She looks back up to the clock. "You're not sopost to be here for another 4 hours..." She looks back at him. "You look beat what happend?" She ask as she beging to make him his drink.