"Are you kidding me?" His voice was hurried and a tad annoyed. Connor stood in the doorway of his sister's room as she pulled stockings up her slender legs. "When I said we needed to hang out more, I didn't mean this!" He scoffed, exaggeratedly and let his shoulders slump.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't be such a stick in the mud!" She yelled in protest, a slight smirk playing on her lips. She shrugged. "Besides, there are a lot of girls there, pretty ones too. Maybe you'll see something you like." She winked at him and cackled.<br/><br/>Connor threw his hands in the air and turned around. "Fine!" He said in defeat and made his way into the kitchen. "But if I am going to go to this with you then I need a drink, maybe even two." He opened up her liquor cupboard and pulled out a half empty bottle of whiskey. By the time his sister was walking in he had two glasses out, both with two shots amount of liquor poured between them. Elise reached for one and Connor smacked her hand. "Nuh-uh.," he began and picked up the glasses. "You’re driving and the last thing I need is you falling and breaking your leg and it being<i>my </i>fault. I don't need that kind of stress in my life."<br/><br/>"You're such a dick..." She said and he shrugged, downing one of the glasses. "Watch your mouth, Elle." It was a nickname that he had called her since they were children. Connor was just a year older than her, so growing up, they had a close bond. Some might have called it too close but nothing inappropriate ever happened between them. They were just a brother a sister that loved each other dearly and that was that. "Now, come on, let's go."<br/><br/>He left her apartment with the second glass and soon they were in her car, traveling down the bustling streets of the city. "You know I don't like you playing matchmaker with me. What, do you think I don't know how to get my own women?" He sipped on his drink.<br/><br/>"Yeah, well, how come I never see any girls with you, hmm? I know you better than to think that you're sleeping around. With all the disease and nastiness going around? Ugh. I'd hope you're not that stupid.<i>Please </i>tell me you're not<i>that </i>stupid, Connor!"<br/><br/>"I'm not, I'm not, relax. But I like to choose my own girls. What makes you think that yo--" He stopped himself there. She knew exactly what kind of girls he went after and also what type of girls he needed. It was strange. Even though she was younger, she acted - successfully - like a mother to him. She gave him guidance and told him when he was being an idiot, which was most of the time. Ever since their mother died, she had taken on the role of being his support. He was appreciative of it of course. He truly was a knucklehead and growing up was something he was trying to avoid. Even though he was in his twenties, he had no job. Connor didn't need one though. When his mother died, she left behind a rich estate. He just happened to be the oldest heir and it all passed down to him. His parents were old school. Of course, he took care of his sister though. He had a beautiful condo with elegant furnishing and she didn't work either. Perhaps that is why she cared so much about him. He was her lifeline, but in another way, she was also his. They loved each other before he got the money. They would be linked together for life.<br/><br/>"Okay, try and not be a creeper. You can watch, just don't stare. Smile and be polite." Elise pulled up to the facility and parked in an isolated part of the parking lot. "What do you mean a creeper? Are these girls going to be like the ones at the gym that wear tight clothes and bend this way and that, then complain that guys stare? I'm not sure you understand the kind of will power it takes to not look at that." He chuckled and finished off his drink. "You're an idiot," Elise said. Connor shrugged and opened the door. "Yeah, but you still love me." Connor shot back. "Only, because I have to." She joked. "Now, come on. You're going to make me late!"<br/><br/>It was chilly that night, so they walked quickly and soon there were in the building. His ears filled with the sounds of classical music. The place was beautiful, it even smelled good. He would remember that smell. They moved through the place, footfalls clapping off the floor and echoing across the hallways. Then they came to her room - Room 201 - and pushed inside the door. The girls were all dressed the same, stretching and posing in different positions. Their hair was pinned up in a bun, a black leotard with tights hugging their curves. Connor was already failing. His sister walked him over to where cubbies where to stash her things. She did so and turned to look at him. "Could you not have dressed up, a little?" She asked with a smile. He didn't think he looked so bad. Connor was handsome. His hair was short and black, styled close to his head. His face was clean shaven and he was in pretty good shape. He stood at a towering six foot three inches and had their fathers chin. His eyes were a light green and sat within deep set sockets. He looked better than most, but perhaps the sweat pants and plain white t-shirt were a bad choice.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to impress anybody, Elle. I am here to support you." She fired back quickly. "Yeah, but if you look bad then that makes me look bad too! You know what, never mind. Sit and be good." He did sit and stretched out some, letting his eyes scan around the room. Connor thought she was acting funny. She was so dead set on him coming and now shecomplained about what he was wearing. If he didn't know any better than he would have thought she was up to something.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="40" data-username="@Iyonna" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/40/">@Iyonna</a>