`kids on overload.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

[Dante]

What was it about old, creepy, and broken down theme parks that seemed to draw certain individuals to them? Was it the fact that you could almost grantee that no one else would be there? Was it because you could sit there for hours on end, knowing that you wouldn't be interrupted to odd stars, or pointed fingers, taunting you while you sat and thought for whatever reason? Or was it for a simpler cause? To kick up the leaves, and cause a bit of mischief without any consequence? To let your mind be taken back into the clutches of a decaying amusement park, knowing that as a child you probably attend a place this? Well, for whatever reason, Gretchen Fitzroy was included in this range of choices.

Lets be honest here; she was no means one of those people who loved to spend time with herself hour after hour, day after day, until the feeling of loneness slowly trickled into months. In fact, she was deathly afraid of living her life alone. She craved attention. She loved being in the limelight. She adored being liked. Though, alike most normal person, she did need to take time and space out for kicking back and doing whatever. On her own, that is. It was hard to keep up being bubbly and social all the time, especially when you were wearing your nerves thin. Gretch was nearing this point, and so, as to not appear moody or depressed around the other girls of her down, she decided to head into town. It wasn't too late, by her means, only being nine o'clock. It hadn't taken long, and once there, the teenager had found herself with nothing too do. Well, that was a dandy plan, wasn't it? get away from school because you had too much on your plate, and arrive in town with nothing at all? Juts brilliant, it was.

So the girl had wandered around for a while, whilst picking at a cup of fries. Due to the time of night, and the season, Gretchen had wore warm enough clothes. These consisted of a pair of red flats, black skinny jeans, two layered singlets, the top being gray, and a modern red cardigan that reached around her hips. The front of her cardi was undone, which therefore showed a purple and black checkered scarf that formed a 'V' at the front. Her hair was red straight today, falling almost perfectly around her shoulders. Really, for a quick pull-together, she looked good. As always, though. After having milled around the ordinary like places, the teenager had grown rather bored of the same old scene. So, hiptop in hand, she let her feet take her along a rather unfamiliar, and dark rout. Through some side streets, around a few bends, past a small corner shop, and Gretch landed herself smack bang in front of the old, and broken down gates of Downworlders.

Yeah, so she had only been inside once, but it was enough to make her curious as to what was still inside. She threw a small glance over her shoulder, though really, the vampire didn't care if anyone saw her sneaking in. After all, she could probably run faster than any old stupid punk anyway. She didn't hesitate when darting over to a slit in the fence, which had been rolled back time after time, so it bent back automatically now. Prying it open a little more, she slipped through with ease, letting it clang slightly when she let go of the wire. Stepping inside this old, broken down, Gretch couldn't help the smirk that graced her lips. Oh, how she loved so many opportunities to entertain herself. Folding her arms gently, the teenager aimlessly wandered past the shabby stalls and small stores along the first part of the park. She took in the way that all the wood was decaying, the metal rusting. So, what to do? Well, she was just considering that. Though in the meantime, someone else was having the same idea.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Dante wasn't reallay sure what it was about the abandoned theme park that made is so freaking attractive to him; but he felt himself being drawn towards it. Being a vampire, daytime wasn't exactly his favorite time of the day, even though he was immune to the sunlight, but night was far more thrilling, far more manageable for the boy to use. He'd probably be up all night, thinking, waiting, wishing, and he might as well do something with himself. He didn't know what, he didn't know how, all he knew was that he had alcohol and he was going to make good use of it while he could. It hadn't been discovered by any of his roommates as of yet, but he knew that within time, if he didn't drink it, it would have been stolen, and used. There wasn't much there, maybe enough for two people to get pleasantly drunk, but that was okay. Dante wasn't planning on company anyways.

So there he found himself on that cold night, snow covering most of the landscape, trudging through as if he was on a mission. He had been aching at the bit to explore Downworlders, and Dante could only hope that it was epmty. It was too cold for some of the girls, some of the sluts that went to Winterthorne to be up, the girls that Dante shuddered at the thought of. It was quite hypocritical, really, because Dante was naturally a player, out to bang any girl that he lays his eyes on, but he can't stand girls that sleep around. Anyway, Dante is only attracted to vampires, not disgusting other breeds that are nothing but below him. It was rude of him, yes, but the boy considered himself to be superior to everybody else, and really was waiting for a girl that felt the same thing. The boy was an attention seeker, willing to do anything to catch the glances of people, no matter what tags came automatically with that.

Wearing an outfit that most would choose to wear to some prestigious event, something that most would deem dressed-up, Dante felt quite odd. He almost felt under dressed, with the cold weather having booked itself in for a stay. But nevertheless, the vodka that he now was carrying in his left hand, it was sure to warm him up, or at least dilapitate him so that the cold was the least of his worries. His outfit consisting of a pair of black dress pants, half of a suit that Dante's father had once owned, a pair of black all-star converses, a white dress-shirt that had once been tucked in, but was now hanging loosely over the boys build, and a blue jumper, one that the boy had only just recieved from his parents, one that he hadn't yet worn. It wasn't the warmest outfit, but he looked good, and that was all that mattered to Dante.

Sneaking in with a grin and a snicked, Dante found himself a spot fairly close to the entrance, so if anyone came it would be easy for him to evacuate the scene. He was in a mischievous, playful mood, a flirtatious, attention-seeking mood, a mood that would make any girl fall in love with him. Placing the bottle of vodka down next to him, Dante laid back, and could almost feel the disgust rise through him as he realized what he was doing. He was lying down, on the floor, of an infested, domesticated, abandoned theme park. Fuck. What was getting into the boy lately, he wasn't like this usually. Sitting up, Dante produced two glasses from his pocket, don't ask why he had two, and poured a small amount of the clear liquid into the first glass. Downing it quickly, Dante shook his head and gave a laugh.

"Fuckin' hell." He said, shaking his head in almost disbelief.

[ sorry about this, its really shitty. ]

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

[don't worry about it, mine wasn't exactly spectacular either... neither is this one, for that matter :/]

Yeah, okay, she was kind of getting bored of this whole 'I'm awesome because I can spend time on my own and not get bored'. That was a bloody lie, and Gretchen knew it. She needed attention, just as much as she needed air. Just as much as she needed blood. And wanted it, just as much as she wanted a strong glass of something right now. Something to take her mind off the fact that was going to be insanely bored here if she didn't find something to do. She had been drawn to this place, but what good was it if there wasn't something amusing to do? Smashing up some old building, or grafting a wall wasn't much good if she didn't have someone to show off to. And, well, lets face it buddy. There weren't a great handful of vampires who traveled in packs looking for mischief, was there?

The girl sighed miserably, running a hand through her hair smoothly. The cold from the snow caked around her feet was beginning to seep through, so she picked up her feet again. Gretch passed an old carousel, one side of it charred with small columns of the horses still remaining. The other half still had the horses intact, though the paint was peeling off and fading to some extent. She paused to run her hands over the cracked wood, feeling one of the many splinters pin its way into her skin. Fucking wonderful, that was. As a reaction, the teenager swore rather loudly, grasping her hand to her chest. She flexed her palm uncertainly, looking with enhanced vision as the small streak on her palm grew slightly.

Oh, how fun this was turning out to be.

The girl walked away from the carousel without a second glance back, deciding to turn and check out some brightly coloured signs she had seen nearer to the entrance. Hopefully they would lead her to some kind of... map? Gretchen didn't know, she justed wanted some sense of direction in this maze of a place. Then at least she could make up her mind on how to spend her night along. She padded slowly back the way she had come, by-passing the fenced off rides. In a way; this place was so depressing. The fact was... things that brought so much joy to others could be replaced so easily. Whose to say that wasn't going to happen to Miss Fitzroy? That thought scared the bloody daylights out of her, honestly.

The teen unhooked her arms from each other, shoving her hands into the loops at the front of her jeans. Just as she rounded the choked corner of stalls, a rather unusual sight flooded into her vision. A boy was sitting on the ground, with a bottle and... two glasses? What the hell was with that? She opened her eyes a little wider, wondering what someone like him was doing out there. Wait. Did he go to her school? Gretch could swear she had seen him around... somewhere. If so, then maybe he wasn't alone. Or, wouldn't be, anyways. Granted, she had chosen to be alone tonight, but that didn't mean she wasn't regretting it. The girl slowly edged closer to him, wondering if there was a person with him, were they invisible or something? Weirder things had happened.

"Fuckin' hell." Well, that did surprise her. Obviously that wasn't water in his bottle there. She was close enough now to see him shake his head slightly, and was able to recognize the look on his face. Smirking to herself, Gretchen began to slowly walk closer to him. "Bit strong for you, eh?" she purred, her voice both teasing and flirtatious. "Maybe you should give that back to whoever nabbed it for you. Wouldn't want to burn your throat, would you?" Gretch sent him an innocent, sweet smile all the same. She didn't care who he was, or what he was. Not at the moment, anyway. Hey, he was entertainment, wasn't he? And a cute one at that.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

With the chills slowly creeping up on the boy as he sat back, slightly leaning, Dante couldn't believe what he was doing. Why the fuck was he out here, in this crap hole, getting pissed all alone? What was the point of it all? If he wasn't here, he'd probably be a sleep, but to be honest, Dante was utterly sick of the cookie cutter, watered down, shitty routine that had become his life; he needed a little something something to entertain him.

Dante was sick and tired of school, of the boring, self-absorbed (however hypocritical it may have seemed), unintelligent, ugly people that he was surrounded with, the people he shared a dorm with, and the people that he went to class with. There was no excitement; boredom and well, boredom were in total abundance. There was nothing fair about people having fun and others not, and Dante knew that he had to make changes to that.

It was the fact that he was drinking, heck, the boy drank all the time, just usually not straight vodka. The story of how he had come across the booze was a long story, one that was probably better left of saved for another time. It wasn't hard for Dante to get one of his older friends to hook him up with some, but the boy just found it slightly demeaning. No, he had to get it himself; anyways, when you get something for yourself, it always tastes better, not that vodka had that much of a taste. It was merely being used for the fact that it was harder than the other alcohol that Dante would have been able to nab for himself.

Giving a laugh as the girl approached him with the snide comment that in Dante's opinion must have taken her months to come up with, Dante looked at the girl disapprovingly. She looked familiar, but Dante didn't know her, he just knew of her. He wasn't sure of her name, or what breed she was, but she didn't look like she'd provide any good entertainment, you know, unless Dante was allowed to throw knives at her. Throwing knives is fuuuuuun.

"What are you, a pixie?" He said, his low, deep voice rumbling still from the alcohol that had just traced his throats linings. Don't you have some pop princess to be worshipping?" He said with a groan, taking another shot of the alcohol that sat in front of him. Hm, maybe this girl was proving to be alright after all; thanks to her lack of tact, Dante had forgotten about the cold.

[ Goodness, that it so shit. I really apologise... >.< Yours was excellent though (: ]

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

[well if mine was excellent, then yours was equally brilliant : D]

Would she really be bothering with this guy, had she not been utterly bored and alone? Well, truthfully, that was probably a yes. Sure, his remarks that had been fired back at the girl weren't exactly compliments, but she had been just as charming with him. Gretchen normally didn't attract attention to herself by insulting or teasing guys like this, but quite frankly, she wasn't feeling herself, was she? What the boy had said simply rolled off her, like water on a duck's back. She didn't care if he thought she was some preppy princess, for really, that was fairly incorrect. So it was only fair for him to take a stab at her like that, in return to what she had said.

After all, what else would he have said? "Yeah, you're right there. It is too strong for me, thanks for the tip, I'm gonna go give it back right now!" Pfft, yeah right. Gretch was actually a little impressed, in whatever twisted and warped way it came across. At least he wasn't some dweeb who was afraid to send a narky reply her way. All the same, the girl wasn't about to let what he had said sit there unattended. Her immediate reaction was a dismissing laugh, and a slightly rolling of her chocolate eyes. The addition of words came shortly after.

"Do I look like a pixie to you?" she asked doubtfully, looking herself down and up once. Returning her playful gaze back to the mystery boy, Gretch crossed her arms over her chest again, taking a step closer so she was before him. Now, the girl could identify the look, and smell of alcohol. Vodka, the devil's tea. She could only imagine how hot his throat would be, and probably his body by now too. That shit sure did set fire to your belly once you got into it. Yet judging by his gaze and his posture, Gretchen could tell that he wasn't drunk, or probably even tipsy yet. Such a snarly remark like his couldn't have been conjured so quickly and sharply when there was alcohol involved.

"When the day comes that I worship a pop princess, then I should expect to find you actually having some sense in drinks." she shot back, that 'kind' smile still tugging on her lips. When that said day did come, Gretchen knew that hell would have well frozen over. If there was something she hated more than being alone, it would be taking part in a stupid club that gossiped about who was hotter out of Justin Timberlake or Teddy Geiger. If the teen ever found herself painting her nails over magazines while enclosed in a pink room flicked with boy band posters and sprinkled with white frilly lace... she would probably kill herself. Social scenes had to be tasteful. And by tasteful, she did not mean being able to taste herself throwing up. Pausing for a moment or two, Gretchen now interjected another comment. "Shouldn't you be with your friends at the Freshmen disco or something?"

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Dante couldn't believe how lucky he had been to have been graced with the presence of such a nice girl. To be perfectly honest, Dante was so excited that he was actually considering downing the whole bottle of Smirnoff that sat next to him, just because there was a remote possibility that he would overdose and he would die, and that was good enough for the boy. This girl made him want to vomit, throw up all over her cheap, crappy shoes. That would actually give him pleasure, even though at the current time, the two were actually, very subtly mind you, flirting with each other, although they would both thoroughly deny it.

Giving the girl a totally forced smile, Dante rolled his eyes and looked back at the bottle of alcohol. He probably looked like such a bum, but he didn't care. He was about three drinks off feeling the drunkeness seep in, and he was going to get there, whether this girl cared or not. He wasn't planning on having company, but if the girl was willing to burn her shoes, sit down, and drop the smart, annoying act, Dante would probably let her stay.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I don't have any cordial on me. And I wouldn't want you going hyper now would we?" He said, in a partronising tone, shaking his head towards the girl. "No, I don't celebrate pedophilia like you. I prefer women who are more... whats the word... experienced." The boy joked, though he said so in a serious tone. Sluts were easier though, and Dante knew what he wanted.

"Are you going to sit down, or are you and your friends, wherever those other squirrells are, going to put on a show for me?" He asked, almost nicely, though the boy could never really manage to be nice.

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Being closer now helped Gretchen... check him out? No, that wasn't right. She was being an insulting presence, and he was being a jerk, so she was defiantly not looking out for his physical pros at the moment. Sussing out his physique? Nope. Noting on abilities? Nadda. Lets just put it this way; the teen was able to observe his features better now. The hair cut, the was his skin was rather good for a male his age, the way his eyes were hard and coloured like chestnuts in contact with hers, right down to the way he was dressed, it was all rather annoyingly familiar. Just who was this guy, and more importantly, why did she care so much?

"Ah, well what a shame that is. Though if you were to offer me a drink, what makes you so sure I'd accept it anyway? I'm rather against taking drinks from strange guys who carry alcohol on their person." As much as it was a jab to him, there was a small, small amount of truth in that. Granted, if she were at a party and some random guy bought her a weird lookin' drink, she'd most likely switch it with his own. But then again, most people didn't need to drug a girl to get laid. There were enough sluts and easy chicks about who were more than willing to give into a guy. As for Gretchen? She played hard to get, and didn't give in at the mention of sex.

"And I prefer guys who haven't got their heads stuck up their asses, so I guess that makes up even." she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. Again, some truth within, but the girl wasn't focusing much on that at the moment. She was more concerned with what he said after wards. The offer for her to sit down, however coated in teasing it may have been. Gretch didn't know if she trusted him, let alone wanted to sit with him. But you wouldn't exactly trust people, could you? More often then not, it was better to just jump into a situation, and work your way through coming out on top. Well, this was one of those situations, wasn't it? If he was willing step of his pedestal for a while, then she was willing to back off the snide remarks as well.

"Sorry, the chipmunks and I only do shows on weekday afternoons. You'll hafta wait 'till next time." Gretchen replied, obviously sarcasm in the words she had spoken. But all the same, she did accept his offer, and without being utterly bitchy about it. The girl pushed aside the snow with her shoe, and sat down opposite the boy, the glasses between them now. "So, mystery drinker, have you got a name?" It was a roundabout way of getting to know his name, wasn't it?

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Taking the time to look the girl up and down properly, Dante was fairly impressed with what he saw. She looked the same age as him, but he could have been mistaken, but she certainly was... good-looking, but don't think that Dante was ever gonna admit that. Her pride was on the line with this, offering for the girl to sit down, and he wasn't going to risk any more ego. He needed that, for, well, life. Pushing the bottle aside, and turning to face the girl more, Dante nodded.

"Touche, i guess." He said, again with a rumble. It was the late nights that did this to him, his voice always went lower when it got later. Staring down at his feet, as he sat up straighter and made himself more comfortable, Dante was experiencing a weird feeling. Okay, so it wasn't the feeling that guys got when they were 'happy', but he couldn't help but think the girl was attractive and admirable; most girls that Dante met were ugly, and gazed at his good looks, and were so mesmerized that all vocabulary was lost.

Raising his eyebrows, giving the girl a 'look' that most words didn't describe properly, in fact, judgmental was probably the closest word, even though it wasn't meant in too much of a bad way. "Dante, but you m'deary, can call me 'Sir'." He said with a smirk, holding his hand out for the girl to shake. "Pleased to meet you, and you unbelievable charm." Dante spoke, the sarcasm rolling out through the lowest notes. "Let me guess, 'I'm-a-self-obsessed-goody-two-shoes-virgin? I think we've met once before." He said with a grin.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

So generally Gretchen would have let a recognition of 'touche' stay as it was, but in this case, the girl couldn't help but smile to herself. It was more due to the fact that this guy didn't seem like the type who would hand out statements like that as if they were in great supply. She knew he had pride, heck, a whole goddamn heap of it, but could he really be blamed? Obviously the boy knew he had the looks, and probably the status to go with it. Why not aim for the best when it was around? But honestly, Gretch wasn't really putting herself into his 'type'. She wasn't going to bother if he was a lost cause. The teen was not at all keen on landing a place as a 'used and discarded' chick. So time would tell in this case.

Dante. Charming name, not that she was going to add to his ego, though. Her lips slid easily back into a smirk to match his. She eyed his hand for a few moments, before reaching out her own and taking his, slowly shaking it, all the while keeping eyes contact. "And it's such a pleasure to meet you and your oh so welcoming presence, Dante." At his last comment, Gretchen couldn't stifle the light chuckle that issued from her lips. "Oh, aren't you just the comedian?" she remarked sarcastically. "But I'm pretty sure you're just thinking of one of the many times you've looked at yourself in the mirror. Sorry to break it you you, love, but I'm Gretchen."

Returning her hand back to her own person, the girl couldn't help but feel slightly... disappointed once she did so. But, wait, no, it couldn't be? She wasn't... attracted to this guy who had just called her a pixie, was she? Well, she couldn't blame herself, could she? Heck, the girl was only human. Looking at him now, the teenager shook her head ever so slightly despite herself. "So what brings such a boy like you out to a crummy broken down park like this?" Gretchen asked, raising her eye brows a little, a curious smile trademarked across her features.

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

Smiling at the girl as he had obviously surprised her with recognition, Dante liked doing that to people. He wasn't as mean as he first came across, one could just say that it was a defense mechanism that made him protective, egotistical and snide, but when he warmed up to people he wasn't like that at all. Okay, so that wasn't completely true, his ego was the size of Mount Everest, but he was a lot nicer when it came down to it.

"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment." He said with a chuckle, before realising that he, Dante Pryzdatek, had just laughed in the company of someone, and basically thrown his whole 'superior' act down the toilet. Hey, maybe the girl wouldn't notice it, but Dante's guess was that she would. He had been trying to hard to be serious, and well, superior, and the boy didn't really know what had happened. He was going so well, too.

Shaking it off with a shrug of his shoulders, Dante looked at the girl. "Thats a pretty name, for a pretty girl like yourself." He said with a smirk, she probably wouldn't take that as much of a compliment coming from himself. "What brings me here? Well, mostly wannabe pixies and fairies, and werewolves that think they are the coolest, but really love shitty teenybopper music. That's is exactly what drove me here." Dante said, answering the girls question. "Can we just put a halt to the snide, sarcastic remarks, I'm really not in the mood. Now, do you want a drink or not?"

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Slightly taken back, though not totally surprised, Gretchen kept her eyes on his even after the boy had finished speaking. Well, she supposed that was a good thing then. "Thats a pretty name, for a pretty girl like yourself." Ah, it looked as if Dante was beginning to play his cards. She knew better than to take this as a pure compliment, but nor was the girl going to accept it as some sleazy comment. Fortunately, Gretch could simply smile in return, leaving it as it was. Just a statement, whether it be true or not.

"Well I'm glad you struck some luck, for whatever its worth." the girl added, somewhat genuinely. Granted, neither of them would be having this conversation if a) Gretchen hadn't decided to come here in the first place, and further stumbled back upon him. Or b) if Dante hadn't decided to come here either. Sure, if may not have seemed to be luck on their first encounter, but even looking back on it now, the teen was able to let shrug off whatever had been said. I mean, it wasn't as if she was wishing and hoping she had been a little bit nicer so the cute boy may have liked her more. Oh no, she was way past all that school girl crap. This was the real world, and if that vampire wanted something, she was going to have to earn it.

Following her companions request, Gretchen regarded him for a moment. Now that he had brought up the subject of 'not being in the mood for snide, sarcastic remarks', the girl could admit to not being a fan of it at the moment either. That and, well, he was proving to have turned around with his attitude too. So she replied with a convincing answer. "I will if you will." Hey, it was only going to happen if it were a two way deal, right? Satisfied that he would agree, Gretch gave Dante a nod in return to his offer about a drink. "Sure." Here we go.

[Dante Pryzdatek]

Smiling back at the smile that had almost sheepishly been given to him, Dante couldn't believe himself. He had gone this far with the girl, without even hitting on her, and he was halfway drunk. What the hell was that? Dante was almost ashamed of himself. This girl was exactly his type, well, except the bubbliness that she possessed, but she was good looking, she provided entertainment, hit on her dammit! Dante didn't know what had gotten into him, he was respecting? No!

Grinning as the girl accepted his offer to shut up, and asking for a drink, Dante gave a light laugh. "Good, because i really wasn't that keen on force feeding it to you." He said, grinning towards the girl, and pausing to pour two new drinks. Sure, he was already two up on the girl, but Dante wasn't anywhere near drunk. "What are you?" He said, before realising the lack of tact that his sentence had contained. "I mean, are you a pixie, or a fairy, or a werewolf?" Dante asked, with a shrug. Okay, so maybe he was a little bit tipsy.

Handing the girl the drink, Dante held his up with the opposite hand, in an attempt to make a 'cheers'. "Here's to this fabulous abandoned theme park." He said, clinking his glass against her, and taking a sip. Winking at the girl, Dante placed his drink back on the ground. "So, Miss Gretchen. What brings you down here, anyways? You followed me, didn't you?"

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

"Force feeding? Gosh, Dante, you really are considerate." Gretchen sent him a grin to accompany her words. Instead of her sentences being full of sarcasm and insult, they were rather flirtatious, playful. Now that the two had gotten all that... crap out of their systems, the teen had a knack - okay, scrap that, a hope - that whatever conversation they had coming was going to run smoother. Snide remarks tended to cause a hiccup in what could potentially be an entertaining relationship. But whether he was looking for a one-night girl, or something longer than that, Gretchen didn't know. And to be honest... she wasn't too concerned about the answer either. It wasn't like she was forcing this guy to hang out with her.

When he ask her what she was, the girl was a little confused. That was until he corrected himself, by asking her what kind of species she was. She answered him with confidence, as any vampire should. "I'm a vampire, actually. Actually, theres not a drop of pixie or whatever in me. I'm pure through and through." she confided. Yeah, she pretty proud of her bloodline, for whatever it was worth. Her dad had always encouraged her to not be ashamed of who, or what she was. Well, duh, it wasn't going to help the girl by sulking about it. She couldn't really change those facts, could she? Even so, Gretchen couldn't help but wish she was normal sometimes.

Whatever that meant.

Taking the drink gently, the girl held up her own glass to chink Dante's. "Cheers to that, and wonderful company." she added with a sly smile. The girl then followed through to down half of her drink, feeling the rich, though burning sensation of the Smirnoff sear down her throat. As much as it hurt, it also feel rather filling. Already, Gretch could feel her insides beginning to warm up due to the shear essence of the alcohol. She placed the glass back on the ground, before considering how to answer his question. "Of course I followed you. Well, that was after my spidey senses led me here, anyway." Gretchen said, rolling her eyes slightly. "Why? You're not going to report me, are you Dante?"

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[Dante Pryzdatek]

"Hey, Gretch, I do what I can. I work without recognition, i burn without wood." He said, with a grin, taking another sip of his drink. Okay, this really wasn't funny, did Dante just call the girl Gretch? Yep. Was he feeling like an increible idiot? Definitely. Dante couldn't believe his stupidity. But to be perfectly honest, the boy wasn't really sure what he wanted out of the girl either, whether it was a one night stand, a serious relationship or just a friend, in fact, he wanted all of those, but Dante knew he'd probably only be able to settle for one.

Watching the girl as she downed half of her drink, Dante gave a light chuckle. "No offence, but I never thought you'd drink." He said, a perfect example of judging a book by its cover. Shaking his head, and looking down at his feet as he was told that she was a pureblooded vampire, Dante couldn't believe his ears. This girl was cooler than he had once thought. "No kidding." He said, with a smirk. "Guess what I am?" He said, baring his teeth in an inhumane, slightly horrible way. "Pure blooded too, I think we hit the jackpot." He said, offering Gretchen a quick wink before drinking the last of his vodka.

Shrugging as the girl asked whether he was going to report her or not, Dante gave a slightly sleazy but attractive grin. "And what would you do to me if I was to report you?" Okay, so it was an out there statement, one that Dante could only hope for one answer. "Hey, late nights, alcohol, underage drinking, they all end in the same thing." He joked, rubbing his hands together to create a warmth.

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[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Whoa, whoa. Gretch? What was with that? The girl was just as confused as the boy was. It was kind of... ironic, really. They had started off in a pretty pissy mood, hoping to squeeze out whatever enjoyment they could from each other in teasing and taunting. And now? Dante was calling Gretchen by her nick name, and they were acting all... friendly like. Hey, at least the alcohol would help to loosen their moods, and probably their tongues, by the sounds of it. But really, when it came down to Dante calling her Gretch, the teen honestly didn't mind. In fact... one could even say she was a little flattered to have him call her that after such a short time knowing one another. Then again, the girl had met guys like that. Guys who called her Gretchy, Sweet cheeks, Honey. Guys who wanted to get her under their wing, and into their bed for the night. She was conscious of the fact that these guys could be anyone... but she was actually hoping that wasn't the one thing Dante had on his mind.

"Aw, I'm so glad I've got someone as nice as you looking out for me." she replied, her grinning still plastered across her face. Hey, it was safe to say she was even liking his company at this stage. It really was amazing what a little bit of vodka could do. Gretchen then shrugged at his comment. "Never expect anything, because you never know when you'll be let down." Oh, god. Would someone please slap her in the face before she got ahead of herself? Where was her wit? Her 'charm'? Her cool comeback? Oh well, it was too late now. Letting herself move onto the subject of Dante also being a pure vampire, the teenager managing to hold back herself from squealing. She laughed, in pure amazement (though really, she wasn't all that shocked), still giving him a cheesy grin. "You know what? We could like, totally be BFF's, and go to family barbecues and stuff." there we go, teasing back in line. But yet again, it was the good kind.

If the vampire boy had been hoping for a flirtatious answer, then thats just what he would be getting. "Hmm... I guess it'd only be right for me to take kidnap you or something. In fact, it would be pretty easy to do that, regardless if you were going to report me or not." Gretch stated, letting her eyes finally be ripped from Dante's, and slowly linger around their surroundings. Her gaze returned back to him, just in time to catch the boy rubbing his hands together, probably to warm them up. "Not cold, are you?" Gretchen asked softly, raising her an eye brow sort of, kinda, seductively? Wow. She defiantly shouldn't drink in the company of cute, vampire boys.

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