<a class="postlink" href="http://troublessmile.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bi-rain1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Xander felt a surge of victory as he noted the way the red head followed the movement of his towel. She could say what she wanted but she wasn’t immune. Her gaze followed the towel over his torso and neck and she hesitated when he asked her the question. It was almost too easy. She obviously thought she was some sort of challenge and he was out to prove her wrong.<span style="font-style: italic">Srytka?</span>Damn. And he thought he had it bad with Xander. He shook his head as she asked what his name was. “Professional is fine with me. You asked me earlier why I’m not training with the others?” He flashed her a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, hanging his now damp towel around his shoulders as he reached for his water bottle. “Truth is I’m in the dog house and this,” he glanced around and gestured towards the sandbag. “Is my punishment. Three weeks out of the gym for being involved in underground cage fights and gambling. Another week training solo for not playing well with the rest of the guys.” The guys who had attempted to haul his ass out of the gym after he’d almost come to blows with his own trainer, but Xander figured he could leave that part out.<br/><br/>He tilted his head allowing his gaze to skim down her form. She was something alright. “You’re gorgeous but you can’t hit worth shit.” He chuckled and unsnapped the velcro from his wrap, slowly unwinding it as he watched her reaction. “My name’s Xander. Have you ever actually been shown how to use a bag or were you just…venting some frustrations?” He gave her a slight, lopsided grin to show that he was teasing. Mostly. He wasn’t about to do anything stupid like offer her lessons. He wasn’t that cheesy.<br/><br/>“Because if it’s about venting I can think of a few ways to help with that.”<br/><br/>Or maybe he was that cheesy. Part of him wanted to go and hang his head in shame, the other half had seen such crappy lines work wonders before. In other words, he was curious and that was relatively new. Girls weren’t exactly rocket science. He liked to think he knew what made them tick. At the core they were all the same…So what was going on here then?<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://thumbs.motherlessmedia.com/thumbs/4F4E6FC-zoom.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>“What the fuck?” Luna muttered, her eyes narrowing slightly behind the thick black frames of her glasses. She slowed to a stop, one hand clutching the strap of her bag and the other resting in her pocket. That guy staring at her…she’d seen him before hadn’t she? Somehow it wasn’t a very comforting thought. Just looking at him she could tell he was bad news. Killer eyes, sexy mouth and she’d bet whatever was going on under those clothes…Nope. Her eyes snapped back to his face. She was so not going there, not today, not ever. Plus from the way he was dressed she would wager a guess that he was from the better part of town. Meaning that he was probably a privileged, self-entitled little shit. Not her cup of tea. No, nutjobs like Elliot were more her type. Luna knew, had known for the longest time, that she had a type. She had a soft spot for the bad boys. But after what happened the last time she had promised herself she wasn't going to get involved again. Now if only this punk would stop looking at her.<br/><br/>With an exasperated sigh Luna rolled her shouldered back and walked straight on, tearing her gaze from his as she went. As she drew a tiny smirk settled on her lips. “Stare much?” She demanded coolly, her shoulder slamming into his arm as she strode past.<br/><br/>She didn’t know what had made her do it. Something about the jerk’s face. Maybe it had a little something to do with the kind of morning she’d had as well. Of course it didn’t help that up close the guy smelled really good. Yeah. Right. Like a really good stalker. What was he doing lurking around here anyway? Did he get lost on his way to his tennis lessons with mommy dearest? She snorted and shook her head a little as she walked on. How ironic would it be if he was off to see Elli about some deal? Knowing her luck, that would be it.