May I Take Your Order;; --[Mature]

[Hannibal Casry]

"Can't I just go out and have some fun once and a while?" Hannibal said, raising his voice at the man as he walked down the hall. Hannibal was pulling on his sleeveless leather jacket as he walked away from the back bedroom. He fixed the sleeves of his long sleeved dark grey shirt by pulling them over his hands and making sure his thumb fit through the whole in the wrist of the shirt. He'd been tired of this stupid 'bonding time' that his father liked so much.
"Hannibal, c'mon. I know we've had a bit of trouble over these past few years, but just give me a chance. I'm your dad." He said, his tone raised and he followed Hannibal out into the hall. He wanted to spend time with his son. It had been a mistake to leave his son when he was such a young age, but he'd said his apologies for that.
"Dad, you had your chance. You left me and mom alone when I was really little. It had been nine years since you left, and now you think that after only two and a half years of living with you, you think we're having a great time and being the best of friends?! F.uck you dad. You need to realize that things aren't going to have that happy fairy tale ending that you want. You needed to shape up and take care of your life when you were younger." Hannibal said as he took the stairs two at a time to get outside. He went down three flights of stairs in the apartment building and was out the front door. He pulled the helmet over his head and got onto his bike.
"Hannibal no. Just one more chance... I can fix everything! I promise!" He said running down the stairs after his son. He wanted to get to know Hannibal before they left one another. It was two more years that he had with his son before he had the freedom to move out. He knew Hannibal would leave as soon as he possibly could. Hannibal was too much like he was at that age. He'd wanted to move out so bad, and now Hannibal was acting just like he had. Already he wanted to move out. He burst through the door after Hannibal and tried to stop him.
Hannibal revved the engine and sped off before his father could even get close enough to try and get him to stay here.


Hannibal pulled into a parking space at the restaurant by the name of McDonald's and pulled off his bike helmet. He ran his fingers through his hair, and hooked the helmet onto the back of the bike. He pulled the key out, and dropped the kickstand. He swung his leg over to get off of the bike, and set his keys into the pocket on his jacket. He walked in through the clear glass doors of the fast food place and looked up to see what he wanted. There was anything he wanted almost. A hamburger, chicken, salads, dessert. He wasn't really hungry, but he hadn't eaten today, so he needed to.

Hannibal ordered a double cheeseburger with medium fries and a coke. He took a black wallet from his back pocket and paid the woman at the register. He was given a cup and filled it with soda while he waited a little bit for his other things. He took the tray that he was given and found a table in the back of the place. He set the tray on the table and slid into the booth like seat. Taking a drink of his coke he unwrapped the burger and took a bite. Dark blue eyes looked around quietly.

[Zoey]

F.ck no Jake! She pushed the needy man off of her. She pulled up her strap on her tank top glaring t him. I will not sleep with you..i thought we were just friends?! Jake smiled tracing his finger down her arm. Come on baby..you know it was- She slapped him away her green eyes penetrating him I said NO..

Jake growled and reached again for her tanktop. Nicky moved back out of his reach. Jake was supposedly one of her friends. She had met him at a coffee shop a week ago and they had hit off amazing. But she was not attracted to him or anything. She tucked her hair behind her ear as an awkward silence was loud between them. Jake sighed running a hand through his blonde spiked hair Look baby- She put a finger to his mouth harshly Do NOT call em that. Jake pushed her hand away Look i want to be with you..more than friends...please Nicky. He took her hands and he looked into her eyes I don't want to force you but.. Her face went pale before she angrily pulled her hands away Your a sick freak Jason! I wish i had never met you!

She got up her heels clicking on the floor. He growled and grabbed his shirt running after her grabbing her wrist. Nicky you little- He was cut off as a rough slap hit his cheek. She glared at him as her hair was now a mess from her frustration Leave me alone Jake or ill call the cops on you. Jake stepped back angrily rubbing his cheek trying to calm the sting Fine..you know what..your a f***ing slut Nicky! He turned on his heels muttering curses as he ran off. Nicky let out an aggravated scream and stomped her foot turning. She put on her leather jacket and grabbed her bike keys. She put on her helmet and got on her Harley. Asshole. She murmured before reving the engine and riding off....

Nicky angrily pushed open the glass door on Mcdonalds. Jesus. What a grease pit. She looked around sighing and walked into the line rubbing her arm still thinking about earlier today. Was Jake right? No he was a jerk off. She growled and stepped up to the counter ordering a crispy chicken Cesar salad with a diet coek..diet always tasted better. She sighed picking up her tray paying and walked to the lobby. Frickin unbelievable. The tables were all full and play place was jumping with dirty little tykes. She blew a piece of black hair from her eyes and saw some random dude sitting at the table...what caught her eye was the helmet. She sighed. God this was embarrassing. She walked over to him clearing her throat Umm..look buddy say no if you want..but all the seats are taken..and would you mind if i..sat here? She wanted to punch herself as she bit her lip looking at him. WHO THE HELL ASKS TO SIT WITH SOMEONE AT MCDONALDS. Only Nicky of course. She stepped back Look i totally understand you probably don;t want to sit with me.I'll get it to go. She tried to hold both her helmet and tray in one hand...sigh what a shitty day

[Hannibal Casry]

Umm..look buddy say no if you want..but all the seats are taken..and would you mind if i..sat here? She spoke in tones that were rather rude at first and then slowly evened out to a more calm tone as she seemed almost embarrassed to be asking for the seat. Hannibal didn't look up at the girl as she had spoken in such a rude manner. 'Look b.itch, that's not how you get what you want,' Hannibal almost wanted to say to her, but instead he just bit his tongue and stayed quiet. Dark blue eyes looked up at her for a moment. They were cold and not in the mood to deal with someone who was in a bad mood as well. Anyone who mixes with his mood's and sets him off even more better watch their backs.
With a step backward, away from the table lyrics were heard once more. Her tones were soft, and much less rude this time and he was much more willing to let her sit. Look i totally understand you probably don't want to sit with me.I'll get it to go.
"Nah, you're fine. Sit." He said casually, not as a command or anything.

Hannibal was more then willing to share his table. The place was crowded and crawling with annoying little kids and their families. It was lunch time just about, and all the lazy mothers and fathers that didn't want to cook brought their kids here. All this place did was prepare an early health death for anyone that was able to eat their greasy food. Of course, he had no room to talk, for he'd been here a number of times. No matter how horribly greasy it was, there was something about it that tasted good. He liked the French fries more then anything else here, but none the less it was still a terrible place.
"So what's the deal? Bad day? Or just annoyed that McDonald's is packed?" He asked as he looked over at the girl. He wasn't demanding an answer, for his tones were quiet and calmer then hers had been earlier. He was just trying to be casual and somewhat friendly. He noticed the bike helmet in her arm as well. He wondered if she owned the Harley that could have been heard from ten miles away. He loved Harley's, but he liked his black Kawasaki bike.

[Zoey]

Her eyes flashed with annoyance at the look he first gave her. Obviously he thought she was a bitch. Well ya..she was being one. Her friend had tried to sleep with her for gods sake! She sat down calmly placing her helmet beside her and sighed Thanks. She said and stabbed at her salad. She finally looked up at him. Might as well get a good look. Se raised a brow and grinned. He was attractive. With a clean shaved face..dark blue eyes and perfect cheekbones. She nodded to his helmet You ride? She smirked and her delicate finger touched the smooth black helmet. She closed her eyes. She loved her bike. Whenever she rode it her emotions fled form her body and she felt alive again. She smiled and opened her eyes. She let go of his helmet. "So what's the deal? Bad day? Or just annoyed that McDonald's is packed?" She laughed lightly You don't know the half of it..oh I'm Nicky by the way.

She looked t him and smiled. Nicky was 25 and single. She had a curvy body but was very athletic. She again tucked her black hair behind her ear. Thanks for letting me sit with you. She took a bite of salad savoring the taste. She did not know why...but dam grease tasted good right now. She sighed putting her fork down And kids..i'm not one for them. She hid her wince as a little boy screeched in the play place. She took a sip of her coke and looked at him How about you? She nearly choked on her Coke. She lifted the lid. Root beer? F***ing idiots. She put the drink aside. Dammit. This was NOT her day. God. She rolled her shoulders and sighed. Life never treated her right. She needed someone..but no one was ever there. Men used her..her friends abused her...and her parents hated her. Her green eyes looked out to her bike. Ha. It was her only friend...and it didn't have a kiss of breath in it. God..a kiss..a real one..not forced or disgusting...but a loveing....desirable kiss. She had never had one.....

She sighed You probably think I'm a blabber mouth eh? She smiled looking at him. He was gorgeous she had to admit..and she had not slept with someone in ages....no dude you just met the guy! Her mind screamed at her and she shook her head

[Hannibal Casry]

Thanks The girl murmured as he gave her a chance to sit down. Most probably would have just have kept that glare he'd given her earlier, and waited for her to leave , but even in his bad moods, Hannibal was nicer then that. She stabbed at her salad, as Hannibal ate a few fries. He sipped his coke then as he leaned back a little bit. There wasn't much room to stretch in a bench kind of seat, for the table was there and the pole that held the table up was in the way. 'Damned thing.' He thought as he sat back up again and looked over at the other. She had a delicately formed face with soft features and big eyes. Her long hair was smooth and the color of darkness. Her figure was well formed, curved in all the right places, but she was fit, and looked athletic.
You ride? she asked as she picked up his helmet. He'd had his bike for almost 7 years now. It was a Kawasaki, lime green and faster then most. Yes, he had to have the fastest one. Call it an addiction if you will, but speed was good.
"Yeah, I have the lime green and black Kawasaki out there." he said with a small smile. He smiled very faintly, and it formed his face well.

You don't know the half of it... I'm Nicky by the way. she spoke. Her tones inquired that it had been much more then just a bad day, or that McDonald's was packed, but they just met and chances were pretty high that all it would be is that inquiry, and nothing more. Hannibal nodded slightly as she introduced herself. He spoke in smooth tones that were loud enough to hear over the loud children.
"Pleasure to meet you Nicky, I'm Hannibal." He said.

Thanks for letting me sit with you. "No problem." He said casually as he took another bite of the burger. It was so greasy that it dripped onto his fingers. He was starting to get a collection of napkins from wiping the grease off his fingers. He didn't know why people liked this place so much if the grease dripped off the food and onto your hands. There again, he'd trapped himself, for he did like the place. It made complicated things easy sometimes.
And kids.. I'm not one for them. How about you? She asked randomly, and Hannibal looked around at all the kids that played and yelled and fought with their parents if they didn't get what they wanted. Hannibal couldn't say that he didn't want at least one kid, but he couldn't say he really wanted a kid either. There was sort of an internal fear that Hannibal dealt with when he thought of having a kid. What if, he turned out to be like his father and left at an early age, and then came back into his life? He didn't want to ever do something so harsh to a kid, especially his own.
"I don't know. It's kind of a split decision I guess. I mean, all these kids here are ill behaved and make a mockery of how children should behave, and they make me shy away from kids, but then again, I think if I was faced with having a kid, I would try my best to make everything alright for them." He spoke as he looked back over to Nicky. Kind of a random thought, but not too bad.

You probably think I'm a blabber mouth eh? He laughed softly, and an adorable smiled crossed over his face. His teeth were white and straight and how the smile formed on his face was perfect. It wasn't a big toothy grin, but it wasn't a fake smile either. It was right in between there, where a real smile comes in. Dark blue eyes looked over at her as she spoke.
"I suppose I could be thinking worse, right?" He said with a joking tone. there was lot of things that he could think that were worse about her, but it didn't bother him that she talked a lot. He probably hadn't had a nice conversation with someone in a while, and it helped that she was gorgeous. It wasn't like he was talking to some 65 year old lady that he met at Wal*Mart. No, she seemed only a year or two younger then himself.

[Zoey]

She smiled as he looked outside and her eyes met where he gazed. Shit son. nice bike! Sh smiled wider as she looked at it Its beautiful. She leaned forward trying to see past some kid blocking her view Thats my Harley out a few parking spaces down. She pointed and smiled. She sighed sitting back taking another bite listening as he spoke of he was afraid of children because of this place...any parent would be afraid if they saw children around here! She laughed lightly nodding as she glared at her root beer. She hated rooter. ugh. She sighed and pushed her salad off. She was only halfway through but McDonald's was way to greasy. She looked at him as he said his name. Hannibal. My that rolled off the tongue.

She smiled Its a pleasure to meet you. Then he smiled. What a smile. His eyes lit up making his face just that much sexier. She should get out of here before she drags this man off and claims him. She smiled Everything could always be worse. She grabbed her helmet standing I'm overstaying my welcome Hannibal i think its time i ride off. She frowned at her words. She didn't want to but no use in being pushy. He did not look like the kind of man who would want her to see him again so shed better stop wishing. she grabbed her root beer grudgingly and walked swiftly tot he garbage can and made a disgusted face as she threw her food away. She walked back and smiled weakly at him Thanks again....i cant stand getting McDonald's grease on my Harley. She extended her hand hesitantly. She did not know if he would shake it or not. But dammit why s she still staring at him O.o.

She wished she could forget about this morning but she couldn't. Jake was such a bastard. She just wished she had someone to comfort her..but nope..that was too much to ask for in this big world full of people. She sighed and shook her hair loose from her ears. Don't think about it..She told herself but tears threatened in her eyes. She had to get out...she f***ing hated crying. She stepped back Bye. She turned quickly and walked out the door almost running she fumbled with her helmet cursing...what was wrong with her?

[Hannibal Casry]

It's beautiful. Thats my Harley out a few parking spaces down. He looked to where she mentioned. Nice. He loved Harley's for they looked a whole lot better. There was just something about black and chrome on a motorcycle that was so amazing. He would have gotten a Harley if the Kawasaki wasn't faster and he'd gotten it with a great price. Last time he checked Harley's weren't near as fast but just as expensive, but they sure looked good. He nodded slightly.
"Great bike. Harley's are amazing." he said with a small smile.

Everything could always be worse. I'm overstaying my welcome Hannibal, I think its time I ride off. He nodded as she said that things could always be worse. That was very true, things could always be worse and you'd better be glad that it wasn't. Sooner then he could say something she said it was about time to leave. He stood up a bit as she grabbed her soda with kind of a distasteful look as she tossed it away. Truth be told, her leaving wasn't what he wanted. She was interesting to talk to and damn good to look at. She came back then, and he'd had clean hands, thanks to napkins. He took her hand in his, and shook it to make a formal goodbye.

Then almost as quickly as she'd come over, she was backing away and practically running out the door. He wondered if it had been something he had said or done... or even still, something he hadn't said or done. He stayed standing, hands resting on the table for a minute. All the women in the restaurant gave him accusing looks like he'd done something to upset Nicky. He shot cold glares back in their direction and they didn't spare him a second glance, out of shock that he'd given such a look more likely. He wrapped the rest of his burger in the paper and shoved it in the fry box, and tossed it in the garbage as he grabbed his helmet and went out the front door.

He didn't know what it was, but that look in her eyes made him wonder if she was alright. Sure she'd probably say everything was alright, and then just leave again, but perhaps he could get her number... call her up sometime... Maybe that was asking too much, or maybe he'd get lucky and she'd want to go out sometime. Who knew. He didn't so that's partly why he went after her. He found her outside, fumbling with her helmet as she sat on her bike. Hannibal walked over, and paused for a second. He didn't want to sound pushy or nosy for asking her, but he decided that he'd ask.
"Hey..." he said quietly, not knowing what to say. "You alright? You left in a hurry and I... didn't know if it was something I said..." He said, having a lack of anything else to say. He didn't think it was something he did, but she hadn't left anything so he couldn't use that as an excuse... He tried his best and hoped she'd talk to him again.

[Zoey]

She sighed wanting tot throw her helmet down but just gripped it tighter. She looked up as Hannibal walked out confusion written on his face. She frowned raising a brow. Hey.. She answered. She smiled warmly as he asked if he had said something. She smiled and shook her head Defiantly not..your the best thing so far today. She stopped smiling looking down. God she sounded like a love struck idiot. Thank god she was not drooling. He was not hard on the eyes at all! She smiled looking at him and rubbed her eyes Nothing is wrong with you..its me....well others around me. She sighed resting her elbows on her bike then her head on her arms. She closed her eyes the wind was lightly blowing making her hair tasseled a bit but still looked stylish. She turned her head facing him I'm glad i met you.

She smiled once again this time showing some nice pearly whites. She sat up straight pulling down the front of her white tank top as her silver moon belly ring was showing...lets not go to far...and flopped her hair back putting her helmet on. She reved her engine turning to him Hey...do you maybe wanna go...nah never mind iv overstayed my welcome. She grumbled under her breath. She didn't want to let him go. He was amazing and she had just met him! She wanted to just pulled his face down and taste those fine lips....she wanted to make him smile...dammit why as she thinking this? SHE HAD JUST MET HIM!

She let out a breath and pulled out her notepad and pen. She quickly jotted down her address. Here. She shook her head sighing If you dint want it toss it...i never answer my phone....ill be home all night. She smiled once more at him before kicking her bike off and riding down the street.

She sighed happily as she looked ahead. She felt free,soaring as she rode faster. God. What a day. First disaster then...Hannibal. An odd name but...exotic. She sighed and rode up to her house and parked her bike. She walked into the house and frowned as it was empty..as always. She tossed her keys on the counter and pulled off her tank top so she was only in her leather pants and bra. Screw it. No one was here...and shirts wrecked her body structure. She grabbed a tub of vanilla ice cream and turned on 300 She smiled flopping onto the couch and looked at the door...

[Hannibal Casry]

Defiantly not.. You're the best thing so far today. Haha, wow. She must have had a very, very, VERY bad day if she said that he was the best thing for her on this day. That's quite extreme. He'd never consider himself the best in someone's day. That's crazy, but if she said so, then he just guessed she'd had a horrible day. Her eyes fell to the ground then and he held his helmet in one had as he looked at her for a second. Nothing is wrong with you. It's me.... Well others around me. She spoke in soft tones and sighed soon afterward. Her head rested on her arms which rested on her bike. Long ebonite colored tassels billowed in the wind. Then she said she she was glad to have met him.
"Well, I hope things get better for you. It's a shame to be depressed all the time..." He said with a very soft smile. She looked gorgeous with a smile, but a frown wasn't quite as attractive.

Another sigh escaped her lungs as she looked up at him. From within her helmet, he could see her eyes, but he couldn't really look at them. She started to say something, but it ended in a mumbled tone, and it made him wonder what she had said, but obviously she'd thought against telling him whatever it had been. Then she pulled out some paper and started to write something down and Hannibal looked at her quietly, watching the letters form in the ink. She handed it to him, it was her address. Then she proceeded to tell him that she would be home all night, and that she didn't answer her phone.
"Hey cool. Thanks. I'll see yeah 'round." He said with a smile as he watched her ride off. He crossed his arms over his chest as she went out to the street and disappeared from his sight soon after. He'd definitely have to stop over to her house sometime. He didn't have any plans for tonight and maybe they could hang out for a little while. Kind of weird, they just met, and he was thinking about going to her house...

Hannibal got onto his bike then as he looked at the address, He slipped it in his pocket and pulled the helmet over his head. He pushed the key into the ignition and turned it to hear the engine. He had to go run a few errands and then he'd be over to her house. Hope she wouldn't mind.

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A few hours passed by, he'd gotten a call from his dad and he added a few other things on the list for Hannibal to do. He went to his father's apartment real fast and dropped some stuff off, and headed back out again. His father was furious that he'd come home and right away was leaving again. He'd expected his son to stay and visit for a little bit, but that wasn't like Hannibal. He had a girl he could go meet tonight.Since she wasn't busy, that meant he didn't have to chill out all by himself.

He looked at the address again and drove down the streets, leaning into his bike a little as the suburbian areas were filled with low hanging trees. Whose bright idea was it to plant a tree right by the road anyway? People use the road. And it's easier to look at house numbers when one is close to the sidewalk. If he was back home where he used to live, he'd just drive on the sidewalk. It was common back home.

[Zoey]

She sighed s she clicked the Tv off. She had been sitting on the couch for a couple House now. She got up stretching and sighed walking tot he kitchen seeing her shirt..should she put it on..nah. She put the ice cream away and looked at her messages. 12. Argg. She sat on a chair back wards hitting play Hey its me jake.. Delete She deleted every single message..they were all from Jake Horny bastard. She mumbled pushing the machine away from her. She got up and pulled her hair back into a messy bun one tendril falling to her face. She nodded in approval sighing. She wondered if that hot dude would come over..Hannibal. She smiled as she thought of him grabbing a pillow holding it to her chest. She wished he was interested in her..but he seemed confused when she said he was the best thing that happened today.

She sighed and her head perked up as she heard a bike roaring down the street.....Hannibal? She quickly walked to the window smiling as it was him. She waved but then realized she did not have a shirt on and squealed immediately shutting the drapes. She cured under her breath and grabbed her Black Hurley shirt quickly trying to pull it on s she nearly ran tot he door. She smiled walking out Hey you. She walked tot he curb God why the hell is there so many trees in the streets? She laughed and walked to his bike. Kawaski...dam nice bike. She loved speed and her Harley was a gay little thing for speed..but was an amazing bike with looks. She smiled and pulled off his helmet looking at him I'm glad you came. She admitted quietly holding his helmet to her chest Come on in....im sorry about...the um....peep show in my window. Her cheeks reddened a bit as she quickly turned I'll make you a drink if you like... She was already in the house putting his helmet next to hers in her doorway on a wooden table. She pulled her old shirt off the table throwing it in to he living room and opened the fridge...god how would this night go?

[Hannibal Casry]

Hannibal stayed low on his bike, his tall and thin figure easily being able to avoid the three that threatened to take his head off if he rose too early. His eyes darted back and forth at the mailbox numbers as he looked for the one that was Nicky's house. His dark brown eyes settled on one that had a girl in the window. Her familiar black hair and delicate features were easily recognizable, but there was something different about her... Something very different. She had no shirt on! It struck him as he almost missed the driveway. Leaning in his foot touched the ground for a brief second as he cut a sharp turn and stopped on the curb by her driveway. Not a second later did her curtains shut and she was gone from sight. Wow. That was interesting.

Hannibal smiled slightly from inside his helmet and he went to pull it off his head, but her hands were faster, and she pulled it off. To show her features with the smile upon them. She spoke again, saying that she was glad that he came and held his helmet close. He smiled slightly and dropped the kickstand to his bike, and got off. He turned off the bike and dropped the key in his pocket. He noticed the Harley Davidson shirt she had on now, not near as shocking as before.
"I'm glad I came too, and it's alright. Mistakes happen." He said, soft tones sounding with a bit of a laugh at the end. By time he heard her speak again, she was already halfway up the driveway. Argh! He walked after her with a bit of a quick pace. He walked in through the doorway of the house and shut the door behind him. She set his helmet on the table by the door as she had asked if he wanted anything to drink.

Hannibal walked around the kitchen, and ended on the other side, to where he was in a dinning room part of the somewhat opened kitchen. He thought for a second and looked at her. He didn't know what she would have, so he'd figure that out first before asking what he wanted.
"What are you having?" he asked wonderingly. His dark eyes roamed the kitchen before landing back on her. Hannibal's drink was usually a Tennessee tea, but he'd see what she was having.

[Zoey]

She smiled as He walked in behind her and searched the fridge. She could never find anything. She grabbed a beer and showed him What i Always Have. She smiled and tossed him one shutting the fridge popping he bottle open ignoring as it cut her hand a bit. She smiled as he said Mistakes Happen and shrugged. she should have put a shirt on..but she was just lazy. She smiled and walked over sitting at the table with him taking a swig of beer. So..what shall we do? She smiled leaning back in her chair running a hand over her hair Movie? Eat? Sleep? She laughed rubbing her eyes. She was tired..but not so tired as to shun this hot man out. She looked up and down quickly. Dammit she almost purred. She wiped her leather pants off and stood taking her beer To The Living room. She grinned devilishly at him and walked to the open living room plopping onto the couch

She sighed happily and closed her eyes as she sunk down into he leather couch. God that felt good. She opened one eye Come on..what are you scared of me? She frowned sitting up Of please don't tell me that me flashing you scared me off.. There was disapointment in her voice as she looked into his eyes. She cursed under her breath looking down and sighed Its OK whatever sit at the table. She turned on The TV but was not watching. She was holding the blanket to her..amost like she was shy of her body and sipped her beer quietly You know..im a pretty good cook..most of the time.. she looked at him her nose scrunching But i need help sometimes.. She shrugged and sipped her beer again and looked at the TV. It was An Ad for those 12 packs of Containers. She switched it off angrily and lay ed flat on the couch Fine i make no room for you. She smirked resting her hands on her flat stomach her shirt riding up just a bit so her belly ring was showing

[Hannibal Casry]

Hannibal caught the beer and almost dropped it for it was cold and sort of slippery just from being in the fridge. Man. He wasn't even drunk yet and he was as clumsy as can be. He twisted the top off. Not that he was a professional or anything, but it didn't cut his hand at all. He set the top of the counter and looked over at her as she sat with him for a second, then a devilish grin crossed her features. To the living room. she said with that gorgeous grin, that had a bit of mystery to it. He stayed put for a minute, seeing what she would do. As she noticed he didn't follow she sat up and asked if he wash scared of her. Hah! Don't make him laugh. Oh please don't tell me that me flashing you scared me off... Oh no, that had the most opposite effect it could possibly have on Hannibal. As she began watching TV, Hannibal walked quietly over to behind the couch.

She started babbling about how she was a good cook, but needed help sometimes. She'd have to stop over for dinner sometime at Hannibal's house. He was a fantastic chef, that is, as long as one likes Italian foods. If you don't then your screwed, because that's what Hannibal likes best and that's all the recipes he has, are Italian. He smirked slightly as she stretched out on the coach, not letting him sit.
"Hmm, that's not very nice. Not letting your guest sit..." he said with a smirk as he climbed over the couch and sat on her legs. He stretched a little bit and took a sip of the beer.
"Thanks for the seat, you're pretty comfy." he said with a smile as he looked over at her. He wasn't usually this playful, or goofy. Hannibal was a laid back kind of guy that wasn't usually noticed among a crowd of people. He wasn't the type that danced with every person he met at a bar, he was laid back, and didn't make himself noticeable. Not unless he wanted to be noticed of course, then he'd do all he could to be noticed.

[Zoey]

She laughed as he finally got up and sipped her beer. Dam that was good. She looked up at him as he stood behind the couch waving her finger Don't even- Before she could finish he had jumped and sat on her legs. She squealed grabbing her pillow wapping him HEY! She laughed. God what was with her? She usually was a grouch when guys were like this. She smiled and looked at his beer. She snatched it waving it around You know i don't waist my good drinks on rude guests. She teased as she pulled t her shirt Good god you'd better get off or i might flash you again. She frowned. Dammit. Cheap cotton shrinking on her. She looked at him giving a devilish grin Or maybe you want that. She laughed pulling her leg out booting him off the couch laughing and stood up holding both beers Sorry Hannibal..you Want them..come get them. She grinned and waltzed up the stairs turning over her shoulder smirking at him.

She raised an eyebrow and held his beer over the ledge I'll drop it! She grinned and then pulled it back taking a swig. Come on... She was kinda pacing. Like she wanted him to come....what was she doing? She shook her Head pulling it back and sighed her shoulders slumping. Why the hell was she being so flirt? Its not like he liked her. Sorry..you can have it back. She put it down on the steps then sat putting her face in her hands taking a sip of beer Sorry for being such an ass. She smiled lightly then looked at the wall confuse with herself

[Hannibal Casry]

Hannibal laughed as she hit him with a pillow for jumping over the couch and sitting on her. He avoided spilling the bear because that would be horrible. She yelled at him, but it wasn't angry, a very playful tone it was and then laughed. He smirked slightly and laughed too, but made no effort to move of course. She slipped the beer right out of his hands, and came back by saying that she didn't waist beer on rude guests. He laughed as he realized that she got him right there. He laughed as she threatened to flash him again.
"Oh my god, I'm so scared that I'm quivering!" he exclaimed with a playful smirk. The devilish grin returned to her features as she said that he might want that. A soft laugh escaped his vocals, but no words. Then without notice she pulled her leg out from under him and pushed him right off the couch. Maybe he was a nut, but that just made him laugh.

She then threatened to drop the bottle off the ledge and he jumped over the couch again to stand at the bottom of the stairs. He smirked very slightly as he watched her dangle the bottle.
"You woudln't..." he said with a slightly dramatic tone as he watched her for a second. He could care less, but he was in a very playful mood. Strange for him really. Then she took a swig from the bottle and looked back down at him, saying to come on. As he would have come up to get it from her, the mood changed and she looked sad. He back down from coming up the steps and picked the bottle up. Hiding her face in her hands, Nicky sat on the couch and apologized. He walked over and sat on the couch beside her.
"What's wrong? you're having like sudden moments of changing. You went from being fun, and now you just look sad..." he said quietly, holding the bottle by it's top and swinging it absently as his arms rested of his knees. He liked that fun, kind of flirty side in her. He didn't see what the problem was and why she was so down all of a sudden.

Was her beer gone? That makes people sad. He thought, and would have laughed, but didn't. It wasn't a moment to laugh, at least, not in his mind. He hadn't had fun in a while, and maybe something was just on her mind. He'd leave if she felt weird with having him around. He'd meant to just hang out and have a good time. Get to know her a little better perhaps. She was a real cutie, and getting to know her more was definitely up there in the top of the list. He didn't want to be the reason she wasn't in a good mood either. So he looked from the floor, to her facial features, waiting for an answer.