A Fitting Reward|(Lizzie) INACTIVE

[yolanda7g]

Faustus winked flirtatiously at the brunette at the other end of the bar. These were those moments that just make life worth living. You know, the little things. Coming back from a long day at work to chill at a bar and buy girls drinks. Nothing else like it. Now if only he could snag one to take home with him. Not just anyone--but that brunette girl he just bought a drink for. Hypothetically speaking, if God anoints people with divine gifts, that chick was blessed...all over her body.

The music in the club was blasting some...well, honestly...terrible Justin Timberlake song. But the driving bass was infectious for many. Some of the others, however, were content to watch, sipping on cocktails and beer. Faustus put a hand on his glass of beer, the condensation cool on his hand, the taste from his last swallow still fresh on his tongue. Until, predictably, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, dark eyes, flowing brown hair and HUGE, ROUND, PERKY...

..damn!...

...greeted James.

Hallelujah.

"Thanks for the drink," she said, winking at him.

"No problem. How many more of those will get you to dance for me?" Faustus asked with a mischievous smirk.

"Mmm," she said laughing a bit. "Depends." She winked again. "Come find me later." She coolly walked a way, her high heel boots hitting the floor and her hair flowing to the rhythm of her hips.

"Ha," he said to himself, turning back to his glass of beer. "You ain't said nothin' but a word." He wondered who else he'd meet in here. Hopefully they were as fine as that brunette. 'Cause seriously...damn.

[lizzie]

Lizzie knew that she shouldn't really be clubbing, but it didn't hurt to at least see what the big deal about clubs was. If she found it not to her taste, she could always leave. Besides, Lizzie adored dancing almost as much as reading or laughing. It would be a nice break to find some time to herself.

Entering the club, she felt as though she had just been deafened by the loud music. Pausing for a moment to get her bearings, Lizzie shook her hair out of her eyes and ran a hand over her blouse to make sure there were no unseemly wrinkles. The song wasn't the sort she would listen to herself, but it had a good beat for dancing to.

Smiling to herself, Lizzie found herself making her way to the middle of the floor and dancing.

[yolanda7g]

Faustus took another swallow of beer when he caught eye of another woman coming into the club. Faustus smiled to himself as he watched her straighten out her blouse. What is it with these fine brunettes tonight? He watched her as she hit the dancefloor and when she started dancing, there was only one thing on his mind. As he watched, he bit his lip, gazing in the crowd for the that other brunette. Decisions, decisions. Hell, he wished he could have them both.

This ain't right, this ain't right! Faustus thought anxiously.

"No, it's not right!" Suddenly a voice shouted in his head.

The noise made him jump and spazz as if a fly had just buzzed in his ear. He quickly recovered and saw the man sitting next to him looking at him strange.

"Got a problem?" He retorted to the man, his eyes wide, taking advantage of the fact that this guy must've thought he was crazy. The man looked somberly back at his drink. "Thought so."

Now back to this voice-in-my-head problem.

Oh, HELL! Not now! he thought. I thought I told you to get out of my fuckin head! This ain't no free for all! Come on, man!

"Faustus, please. Listen to me." The good angel pleaded.

Hell naw. I'mma tell you what I will listen to. That chick over there whisperin' sweet nothings in my ear. Watch me work.

Faustus got up from his place in the bar, tugged on his black leather jacket a bit, and coolly walked over to the girl, a confident swagger in his step. Coming up from behind, he put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. He then said, close to her ear so she could hear over the music, "Hey, girl. Someone as fine as you shouldn't be dancing alone. Don't tell me someone ditched you."

[lizzie]

Lizzie gave a start of surprise and frowned to herself. Oh, wonderful. Just when she was hoping to have an evening to herself. Narrowing her eyes in what she hoped was a menacing manner, she tossed her head slightly in a challening way.

"No one 'ditched me' as you put it so eloquently," she said sarcastically. "Nor do I require your presence to make my evening more enjoyable. A woman may dance alone if she wants, and for now that is exactly what I want. I'll thank you to attempt your charms on a more susceptible target than myself."

There. If that wasn't clear enough, then Lizzie didn't know what would be. Some men could be so thick sometimes...Honestly.

[yolanda7g]

Faustus' caught this chick's stare of death and grinned. The girl fired some feisty words at him, which Faustus paid little attention to. He actually was struck by this girl's accent and vocabulary. Eloquently. Eloquently. I mean who says that outside of academia these days? Well, that certainly made Faustus more impressed. Not only is this girl fine but she was actually quite smart. Right up Faustus' alley.

So subsequently, he ignored the rest of her speech. Besides, this chick was lying to herself. NO woman wants to come to a club and dance ALONE.

"Got that right," the bad angel in his head encouraged. "Saying 'I want to dance alone' really means 'Faustus. I want you. Bad.' "

Thats what he was talking about. Sometimes those angels made some good sense. No woman wants to dance alone, especially when Faustus is in the building. Time to try another tactic.

"Alright, alright. I respect that. Independent woman and all that, I ain't mad at you. See, I get types like you. Smart, strong. I bet a woman like you has got it all together. What, are you a professor or something? I bet you're professor. See, I admire that in a woman. That's why I'm so surprised you came all the way to a club to dance by yourself. I just fail to believe some part of you isn't searching for that gentleman who would adequately strike your fancy," He elevated his voice to sound slightly pompous for effect. He laughed a bit and winked. "Come on, girl. Let me at least buy you a drink. You wouldn't turn down a random act of kindness now would you?"

Now he waited for her inevitable reaction...which would hopefully be her climbing all over him and begging for him to take her to bed. Well...at least eventually.

"You got this, Faustus." The bad angel said.

"You are a sick soul, Faustus." The good angel said.

I'm a chick magnet, that's what I am. he told both of them in his head. But this chick in particular would be hard to crack. Thats okay, Faustus loved challenges.

[lizzie]

If looks could kill, then Lizzie would be under arrest for first-degree murder right now. She rested her hands on her hips and pinched her lips together in a tight frown before she spoke again, sure to enunciate each word clearly so that there would be no way for this annoyance to mistake her meaning.

"I am not the sort of female who desires the company of a man such as yourself," she said coldly. "Nor am I a professor of any kind. My mental capacity might be much greater than that of the women you usually associate with, but I am not a professor. As for your supposedly gracious offer to purchase me a drink, I'm afraid that I must decline. I rarely indulge in the consumption of alcoholic beverages, and never with men whom I have only just met."

Her eyes narrowed even more as she turned sharply to walk away. "And I meant what I said about wishing to dance alone. My evening was quite satisfactory until you decided to bother me."

[yolanda7g]

Maybe I should've went for the other brunette. Faustus thought as a response. But it wasn't like Faustus to give up. Besides, he worked for everything he had. All the acclaim, all of his education, all of his admirers. He needed to work for her too. He had no problem with that. He could tell she was one of those stubborn types. Because there was no way she could refuse James Faustus. Come on, he was looking fly tonight. Got that edgy black jacket look. How could she resist?

No, no, she was just trying to be a tease. Either that or keeping up some sort of honor code. But Faustus was known to break those.

So in response he sighed heavily, something could have been a signal of rejection as she turned to walk away.

"Look, I'm sorry." He said.

"You are?!" the good angel cried.

Uh. No. He thought. Now buzz off!

He continued. "I was rude."

"Yeah, play up the sensitive card, playa playa!" The bad angel encouraged.

That he did. "I guess, you know...I saw you over here by yourself and thought you were in the same boat. I mean, as you can see, I'm not really here with anyone. I thought maybe I could find a connection with you since you were here by yourself. I guess that was the wrong way to go about it. Look...can I at least get your name? Please?"

Maybe he played up the desperate card a little too much there. But hey, maybe she's that kinda girl. Doesn't like the bad boys, but loves sappiness. He could get with that.

[lizzie]

Lizzie arched an eyebrow in derision. How desperate did he think she was? Or stupid. Probably the latter, with how he was acting. Such a silly take on women, really. If they weren't seeing someone then they were fair game. She would love to show him exactly what she thought of his type, but that would end up with a police statement.

"Not likely," she said with a sniff. "I don't give out personal information to complete strangers. Nor do I allow myself to be so easily won over by the affectations of charm. If you think that you can get me drunk or otherwise get me in a vulnerable position wherein my dignity and honor would be put in danger, then you must be already heavily under the influence of some powerful drug."

[yolanda7g]

"Would you give this up now? How much does she need to bruise your ego in order for you to stop this pointless pursuit?" The good angel pleaded.

Of course he wouldn't give this up. He was having too much fun. After all, this was a lot more interesting than all the drunk women that he's rendered vulnerable by alcohol who, consequently, easily gave up their dignity and honor. Good times. Good times. He sighed again to the woman's conflict.

"Come on. Your first name will hardly do much harm. Hell, I'll call you by your last name. Ms. Pretty Young thang or something." He laughed. "I kid, I kid. But seriously. I won't put you in a vulnerable position. I'd never do that. " He lied. "You don't have to have a drink. Honestly. I just wanted to...I don't know. Get to know you. That's it." He lifted his hands up as a signal to show that he was clean. "No games. Honest. And yeah, maybe I am under the influence, I've had a few drinks tonight, sure. I admit it. But I still got my sense about me. Had enough sense to know that my 'can I have yo' numba' game wasn't gonna fly, didn't I? Give me that much."

[lizzie]

She would most certainly not give him that much! It only meant that he had some other form of trickery up his sleeve. As Lizzie had often told her sister, 'men are far too easy to judge.' There were the arrogant and unapproachable men such as Darcy, there were the useless and ignorant men such as her cousin Mr. Collins, there were the sweet-tempered and worthwhile men such as Bingley, and then there were the shameless men who lacked morals. This man appeared to be the sort who fit in the last category.


"I would rather you not refer to me as anything, thank you," she said coldly. "My evening has been entirely ruined by your insistence on learning something about me, and I tell you now once and for all, that you will learn nothing more of me. You had best return to wooing women who are more lost to the influence of alcohol than waste your time with me, as I will do nothing more than continue to use your ego as my verbal pincushion. However, if you insist on the method of spending your time, then I would be most willing to continue to sharpen my rapier wit upon your less able and agile method of speech."

[yolanda7g]

What is this chick's problem? Faustus thought.

"It's probably been ages since she's gotten any! Hahaha!" the Bad angel crackled in his head.

Shut up! I have to think strategy now. Bad boy didn't work. Sensitive guy didn't work.

"Maybe you should try elsewhere. She couldn't handle you anyway."

"Or," The good angel piped in. "Perhaps you should give this whole idea a rest."

Or, I figure out what her problem is really. You guys have no confidence in JAMES FAUSTUS. Luckily I know that I can get this girl. Even voices in my head can't have my back. Damn. Can't trust no one.

"Okay look." He said to the woman with an exasperated smile. "If lil' ol' me was able to ruin your entire night, then you've got more issues than just me occupying your precious space. What? Bad day at work? Got up on the wrong side of the bed? They ran out of decaf at the local coffee shop? What? I mean I'm sorry, people usually come to social spaces in order to be social, am I right? So what's got you all wound up that you're brushing off a guy who clearly has an interest in you? I mean, couldn't you stay at home and dance by yourself? What's the deal? Help me, understand you." He said, mocking the famous Tom Cruise line.

[lizzie]

Lizzie had never been able to vouch for her temper, but this man had been pushing far too many buttons for her to stand much more. Glaring at him, she moved so that she was close enough to poke him in the chest as she spoke.

"Listen, you wanker," she said in a low growl. "I don't care who you think you are, but some women prefer to be left alone by men such as yourself. Get it through your thick skull that this is the case and waste your breath on someone other than me. Maybe there's some desperate blonde at the bar who will listen to your lovemaking, but I will not."

Moving away fom him, she began dancing again, but her heart wasn't as into the activity as it had been before.

[yolanda7g]

"Oh?" Faustus retorted as the girl started to walk away.

"Faustus...please. Would you just quit it?" The good angel pleaded.

But Faustus ignored the angel. No one insults Faustus and gets away with it. She must not know who she's talking to.

"Men such as myself? Did I hear that right?" He said, approaching her again not caring if she was already back to dancing. "Oh! Well that makes sense! Because men such as myself--handsome, suave, good in bed, smart, talent, and did I mention good in bed--would never touch you with a 10-foot pole! You know why? Because you're hopelessly stubborn. Yeah, you heard right. Stubborn. Don't know a good man when he's staring you right in the face. So if you wonder why you're at a public club dancing by yourself, don't be mistaken in thinking its because you prefer to be alone. Its because you are a repellent, fine as you are. And oh, you are desperate...desperate to not get any action for the rest of your life."

Well, now that that he said his piece, he considered looking for that other chick. He hated to walk away from a challenge but this chick was just crazy.


...lucky she didn't know he had angels talking to him inside his head.

[lizzie]

Lizzie froze and clenched her jaw, doing her best to not turn around and slapping the man. But she refrained from doing so. He wasn't worth it, really. Biting her lip and walking to the bar, she ordered a strong drink and downed it in one swallow. Maybe he was right. She wasn't exactly Miss Easy-To-Catch. Though to say she played hard-to-get was false. Sighing heavily, she buried her face in her hand and listened to the pulsing music.

"What is wrong with me?" she muttered to herself.

[yolanda7g]

As he was looking around for the other girl when he saw the woman make a b-line off the dance floor and to the bar. Faustus watched her as she did so. Looks like he struck a cord. Faustus smiled to himself, thinking it was a small victory. A point for Team Faustus, so to speak.

"You should apologize," the good angel told him.

Yeah, you're probably right.

"Thank god..."

Sike! I ain't apologizing. I'll show you what I am gonna do though.

He ran both hands over his hair, and strutted over to the bar. He sat next to her and ordered drinks for the both of them.

"Okay look," he said, taking his drink and sliding the one he bought for her closer to her. "I didn't mean...all of that." He lied again--really bad habit.

"And I know you probably won't accept it but the drink is there if you want it." He took a swallow of his own before saying, "Would it be a crime to ask you your name again? I ain't trying nothing slick or anything." A pause. "Look, I'll tell you mine first. Dr. James Faustus."