<strong>Name:</strong>Terry Hunter (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13074475#msg13074475)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Evening - Brightman Residence<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Taegan<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Giving in<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/black-metalhead-2.jpg)</div>"My only interest in your race is the degree to which it will confuse and terrify the neighbors.  Embrace that shit, man...it's funny."<br/><br/>Terry nodded. He'd have to be careful what he said and how he behaved in front of a girl like this. Any hint of vulnerability was going to be something she'd exploit. Dig deeper, get under his skin -- probably reminding him what color it was as she wedged herself in there -- and tug and scratch at whatever she could until she was delighted by the result. Like that old Ferris Bueller movie<em>WarGames</em>, the only winning move was not to play.<br/><br/>"Animals as Leaders are deliciously low-key sometimes, which is nice when you're feeling too mellow for something like August Burns Red or The Devil Wears Prada." She wandered up and down the driveway, the skirt short enough to reveal the tattoos of bows on the backs of her thighs. He started noticing those when he was at College. The fuck was up with those? Shaking his head, eyebrows raised, he continued strumming idly as she chattered on.<br/><br/>"I have very ecclectic musical tastes, so there. I give you mad props back for being a black dude who likes metal, instead of rap."<br/><br/>"Who says I don't?" he retorted, making sure to smile at her as his eyes rose to hers. What he learned from his ex -- and some of the other crazies in those dorms -- was that they<em>liked</em>the chase and mystery. Girls like her appreciated a trial, but a direct challenge? They responded to that by setting a trap and piercing their opponent with slow-working poison.<br/><br/>"So....go put your shit away and come have fun, get drunk and fuck a cheerleader."<br/><br/>His fingers obliged her desire for him to stop plucking at the strings of his guitar. He inhaled deeply, looking towards the setting sun as if in thought. "Been there," he shrugged, "done that." Even so, he lifted the strap over his head, holding Blaxcalibur carefully in one hand whilst turning off and grabbing one of the amps in the other. It was true. He had his fill of parties in College. He'd gotten so drunk he threw up plenty. He saw friends get so drunk they threw up. And he saw friends, for one reason or another, get lifted into an ambulance on a stretcher because of how drunk they got. He didn't have a lot of interest in being around a bunch of kids that thought they were invincible still.<br/><br/>But he was so<em>God damn lonely</em>out here. His band mates -- his friends -- weren't around. No more "Thor's Day is Gore Day" movie nights. No more practice. No more listen-and-chill nights where someone brought a new album that they just listened to. They got together on Skype or Xbox once in a while, but they all had jobs and schedules of their own.<br/><br/>If he wanted this girl to leave him alone, the best thing he could be is a homebody. Right now, he was interesting because he was black and played guitar. But if he was as "boring" as he became at the end of College, she'd go find someone else to torment. Not immediately, of course. She'd try to corrupt him, and as long as he was careful she'd think he was just plain boring. If she felt<em>rejected</em>, then she'd make sure to make his life a Hell.<br/><br/>After setting his amp and guitar aside in the garage, he stepped out to shut off and grab the other. "I bet you get what you want a lot of the times, don't you?" he asked, carrying the other back in. "Who knows," he shrugged, making sure everything was out of the way of Uncle Gavin's Porsche, "maybe I can score myself a free bottle of Glenlivet from this... what'd you call him? Mayor McCock-Gobbler?"<br/><br/>Sliding his hands into his pockets, he nodded for the black widow spider personified to lead the way.<br/><br/>"Name's Terry, by the way," he casually added.<br/><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Continued on Weaver Way... (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264907.msg13079378#msg13079378)</span></em></strong>