<a class="postlink" href="http://troublessmile.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bi-rain1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>“I look like I should be what now?” Xander took a step back, his playful grin fading slightly as he considered her words. She could not be serious. Him? Not the fighting type? That was laughable. He had been fighting for years. Way before he had met John and joined the gym. His eyes narrowed as he regarded her with slightly more coolness than before when, lets be honest, he had only been thinking about getting into her pants. “Did you not hear the part about not being allowed to practice with moving targets yet?” He rolled his eyes and folded his arms across his broad chest. “That was a warm up. And my form? Is fucking excellent. You just don’t want to admit it. You talk big but it doesn’t help that you don’t have a clue what you’re going on about. You’ve got a pole up your ass about something, what is it? Can’t be me, we just met.”  Did he even care? And if he did, why? She was just some jumped up girl with something to prove to the world. That was why she had been trying to show off with the sand bags over there. But that was also what had gotten his attention.<br/><br/>“And for your information, Underground fighting? Pays for all this.” Xander gestured to himself and smirked slightly. He doubted someone like this chick had ever been to anything like an underground cage fight. She probably considered herself above all that crap. She wouldn’t understand the rush it gave him or why he did it. “But I think that was a roundabout compliment. You think I’m hot enough for TV? Aw shucks, babe.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I might not be good against the bag, but that doesn't mean I'm not better on the streets.</span><br/><br/>Xander had to snort at that, raising one hand he pressed it against his mouth for a moment to cover the grin that curled at the corners of his lips. Holy crap this girl was a card. Better on the streets? What the hell did she know about the streets? He ran his dark eyed gaze over her once more, clearly admiring, and cocked an eyebrow. “So you think you can fight? I’d like to see that some time.” And he really would. He’d be more than happy to take her on, screw whatever John said about fighting outside the gym, it would all be worth it to see this chick knocked down a few pegs.<br/><br/>“Oh I could think of way more that I could show you,” Xander muttered, more to himself than Srytka as she turned and leaned over to close her bag, with a casual cough into his hand he tore his gaze away.<br/><br/>Xander winced as Srytka mentioned the blonde. “Um,” he grimaced and shifted his feet, not daring to look back at the blonde girl. “Yeah that’s Cassie. And I hear she has an actual ass thing…You do not wanna know,” he said with a mock shudder. “Don’t think she’s for me.”<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://thumbs.motherlessmedia.com/thumbs/4F4E6FC-zoom.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Luna’s eyes widened as she realised this guy was seriously tagging along with her. Her stomach clenched uneasily and she moved, putting an extra inch or so between them as they walked side by side. What gave? There was no way he was interested in her. Was there? No, not with the way he spoke to her. “I was not staring at you,” she denied with a sharp look in his direction. Okay maybe she had admired him for a few seconds but that was it. Now she was more concerned about him being some kind of stalker or barista killer. “I only looked at you to know what kind of description to give to the police if you tried to mug me.” Yeah, stick that in your pipe and smoke it mister giant ego. You could tell just by the way he carried himself that he<span style="font-style: italic">knew</span>he was fantastic looking and smelled amazing and Luna had her fair share of run-ins with guys like that. Now she was all about the sweet, quiet, unassuming type.<br/><br/>“Why are you following me again?” She demanded in a hushed voice, her eyes on the ground as she slowed her pace wondering whether or not she was seriously going to have to wind this guy and make a run for it.<br/><br/>She swallowed and slowed even more when the guy mentioned Elliot. Just how long had he been following her? If he thought was what being practically beat up looked like he had another thing coming. “If you’re following me in some misguided attempt to make sure I’m okay I can promise you I’m fine. Whatever you saw was nothing. For all you know that was my boyfriend and we were having some sort of domestic.” Yeah right. Actually, I’m a drug dealer on the side and this week I didn’t bring in enough cash. Problem?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You don't look like the girl that would let a man beat her up.</span><br/><br/>“Mhm. Four for you Glenn Coco, you go Glenn Coco,” She muttered sarcastically and took a sharp right hand turn. “Generally? I’m not. But Elliot is just batshit crazy enough to kill me if he wanted to. So, for the most part, I let him do what he wants, I do what he wants and he stays away. Makes for a quiet life.” Why the hell was she telling some stalker/stranger any of this?<br/><br/>“Hey.” Luna slowed to a stop and closed the distance between them, looking up at him with a mischievous expression. “Did you know…” she took a half step closer and touched a hand to his sleeve. “That your phone has been vibrating for the last five minutes?” She snatched it out of his pocket and held it up. “Answer it.”