[Derek Anderson] He had called Izzy earlier to ask her if she was free tonight for an evening of killing things while drinking..well killing things in videogames that is. The detective had said yes, gave him her adress and here he was, at her door around 8 ash he had told her he would be. He had bought some beer even if she was supposed to be the one providing it and some chips. If they didn’t drink the beer he bought, he ould always take it back to his place and she could come over ofr for drinks one day.
He was dressed casually, with a nice pair of jeans, boots, t-shirt fitting his upper body nicely and a winter jacket. He smelled pretty good, bhaving showered not too long ago and he had put on some cologne. It was supposed to be a nice evening, chilling in front of a tv and playing games, but htere was no reasons to smell like a greasy geek while doibing it.
Herang her bell, waiting.
[Izzy Montoya] Izzy’s apartment building boasts of a doorman behind the counter, who never actually opens the door. He does, however, glance up as Derek walks through the lobby to the elevator. If he thinks about questioning who he is there to see, there is no indication of it. Perhaps Izzy told him someone of Derek’s description would arrive. Perhaps he simply hates his job – because if it’s the latter, he will be losing it. Quickly.
Either way, there’s nothing to stop Derek from getting into the elevator, taking it up to the third floor, and finally stopping to ring the bell at 3C. When the door opens, Derek discovers something new about Izzy – there is either dressed for work, or dressed for home. There is no in between. Dressed for home consists of a pair of boxers, loose and comfortable, and a t-shirt, oversized, hanging almost below the hem of the red plaid shorts. Her feet are bare, her steps silent, as she opens the door, beer in hand.
Her beer, that is, as she doesn’t offer it to him. Instead, she looks at him, up then down then up again. “Hey,” is the greeting, before stepping back and pushing the door open for him to enter.
She makes her way back to the couch, flops down and puts her feet on the coffee table. “Kitchen’s through there – coat closet there. Make yourself at home.”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled at her attire “Hey Izzy, looking good”He grin slighlty. Well in fact, she did look good dressed that way. He stepped in, took off his boots “All right, I’ll be right back” He say as she tell him where to put the beer and his coat.
He walked in the living room, turning left and putting the beer and chips odwn, he placed his coat in the closet “What do you feel like playing tonight?” He ask her with a smile
He took the time to take in the living room before heading right, toward the kitchen. He placed the chips on the counter then opened the fridge and put some beers in. He took one nad opened it, drinking from it. He stepped back out
“Lovely place you have here. You definatly make more than me” He say with a slight grin.
[Izzy Montoya] Looking good, he says. Lips curl into a smirk as she shrugs. “Tell me something I don’t fuckin’ know.” But it’s good-natured. For her, anyway. She shrugs at his next question, and gestures toward the xbox and the stack of games – a large stack, with just about anything he might find interesting in it. “Guests choice. I”ll kick your ass in any of them.”
Confident, ain’t she?
as for how much she makes, that just gets a sound low in her throat. “Just means I been doing it longer. How old ARE you anyway?”
Not that it matters.
[Derek Anderson] He did look at the stack of games “Shit, you’re are probably one of the biggest gamer I’ve met”He was impressed though “Well we could always start with Halo or Call of duty” He stop near her
“I’m 24.” He say, not minding the fact he was probably a few years younger than her. Not that she looked that much older. She was simply a beautiful woman, but form her attittude, the way she moved and talked, he expect her to be around 27-28 at least.
“And you really think you can kick my ass that easilly?”He grinned “Guesss I might make a liar out of you”
[Izzy Montoya] She shrugs with a chuckle, and rakes her hair back from her face with her fingers, twisting it into a knot at her neck. “I don’t have much a life other than work. Gotta relax somehow.” Gaming, drinking and fucking. She really is a dream date.
He’s 24 and she nods. “Figured.” But she doesn’t tell him her age, letting him think whatever he wants. She looks damn good for her age and she knows it.
“You might, but I doubt it. Maybe I’ll make you put your money where your mouth is…”
[Derek Anderson] She didn’t tell him her age and it was all right. He hadn’t expected her to and it didn’t matter.
He did grin at her answer about his age “How so?” He ask as he moved to sit on the couch
“All right, and anything you’d like to bet that I can beat you once in a while?” He looked at her with a crooked grin, drinking form his bottle
[Izzy Montoya] She lifts her beer and takes a swig before she answers. “You’ve got that fresh glassy eyed do-gooder look to you still. Takes years to become a hard ass bitch like me.”
She leans forward, sets her beer on the coffee table and grabs her controller as she shrugs. “Name it, I’ll win it.”
[Derek Anderson] He raised a brow “Yeah maybe. Well..who knows, I might stay that way forever and help hard ass bitch like you eenjoying the world once in a while”
He grinned nad finished his beer “Aww, damn, I don’t know. I suck at finding something to bet. Hmmmm”He think about it..then grinned “How about strip gaming? We’ll pick 5 games, do a 3 out of 5 in each, loser takes off a piece of clothing. If at the end, both still have osmething on, then we’ll play sudden death match up in a 6th game”
He smiled “I mena, I”m only gonig to embarass myself right?”
[Izzy Montoya] She arches a brow at him, though his answer doesn’t seem to really surprise her. “Well, that does give you an advantage, being as I have on WAY fewer clothes than you.” There’s a beat, and then she shrugs. “Least ya got balls to bet. Game on.”
She doesn’t seem concerned as to where such a thing might lead. In fact, she doesn’t seem concerned about much at all – not that he could tell. Keeps her cards close to her chest, as the saying goes…
[Derek Anderson] He grinned “Well I count what? Three pieces of clothing…if you’re wearing panties that is. I have 4 if we include the socks” He took them off “Now, we should be even” He grinned.
HE went barefooted to the kitchen to get himself another beer “Want another one?”He ask while on his way. He gets back with 2 if she wanted one nad stopped by the stack and picked Halo as their first game
“All right, let’s do this” He sat back on the couch after placing the game in the console.
[Izzy Montoya] She snorts at the mention of her wearing panties. She’s in the comfort of her own home, for christs sake. He’s lucky she’s wearing anything at all. Or not, as the case may be.
“Yeah.” She drains her first beer, and settles back on the couch, watching him walk back with refills for them both, and then settles into game mode, her feet on the coffee table, her eyes on the screen, her fingers a blur at times. She isn’t kidding. She really IS good.
[Izzy Montoya] [ oh I AM the halo queen… roll 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (not gonig to lose)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Oh HELL naw – Come on Kahseeno, let’s show the boy how it’s done – 2!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (damn woman!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [THats better- now we’re warming up! One more time!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (Not gonig down easy)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [And the girl leads 2-1…. Let’s bring it home! COME ON KAHSEENO!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (come on…let me stay alive)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Way to give him hope, Kahseeno – now lets RIP IT AWAY…]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (and now..for the win?)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] Heput down the beer and start to play. It was a really intense 15 minutes of shooting, dodging, hiding nad back stabbing. He took it to the 5th match and then she got him, jumping odwn on his and gunning him down. He shook his head “Damn, you are good”
He smiled and drank what was left of his beer. “All right, you win”He took off his shirt, exposing a well defined upper body. He seemed ot be pretty in shape, tight, with no fat on him. His skin was smooth and yes, he was young. No scars on him yet. Maybe he was good enough not to get hurt or he hansn’t seen action much yet.
He put down his shirt “I’ll get us more beers and some chips. Put in Call of Duty if you don’t mind” He got up and went to the kithcen again, coming back with a bowl of chips and two beers. He placed them down and picked the remote up “Let’s do that again”
[Derek Anderson] (round 2, my turn)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Mmmmm. Victory is sweet – lets do it again, hm?]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (hmmm I’m on a roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Aw come on! Why give him hope, Kahseeno?! Again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (Oh..for the win? please?)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Dammit, Kahseeno! You KNOW There’s nothing under this shirt!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (I will take you down!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Whew! 2-1… Kora won’t be happy if she’s flashing bits of flesh around again! Save the virtue!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (Don’t do it to me again….please)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [And for the win! Lets get the boys pants off, shall we?]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She doesn’t hide the fact that she gives him another once over when he takes off his shirt. No scars. Definitely new. Still too fresh-faced and happy to be pure skill. Luck maybe, but that will run out soon enough.
She takes a handful of chips, and lets him build up some confidence as he takes the first two showdowns. Then she proceeds to kick his ass – twice in a row. He might be bemoaning the loss of his pants, but she makes a critical error. Perhaps on purpose. Perhaps not. He’ll never be the wiser anyway, because she simple curses and drops the controller into her lap.
“Well fuck.” She snorts, and then reaches for the hem of her t-shirt, and peels it off. She is lean, rather than curvy, though she’s shaped well enough to be distracting. She is not without scars though, and if he can tear his eyes from her tits – which are, admittedly, fabulous, even if on the smallish side – when she reaches forward for her bear, he’ll see a scar on her right shoulder, bullet wound, through and through. There’s another low on her left side, newer than the shoulder, but old enough to be well healed and scarred. There’s also the hint of faded lines along her lower back, dipping under the waist of her boxers. They’re not easily defined, the story not readily told from shape and size.
and she? Mentions none of them. She simply stretches (mmmmdistraction…) and then leans back, taking up the controller again, resting it against the firm lines of her belly.
“Alright, you got me that time – but lets see you concentrate NOW.”
[Izzy Montoya] {Ok – time to take advantage! One!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (don’t look at the tits man..focus)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] Yeah boy… here we go again!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (damn they’re nice…oh shit the game!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Oh they are FAB ULOUS tits, aren’t they… FOR THE WIN!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (that will be…humiliating if i don’t win one)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] He had looked at her when she took off her shirt. He thought she had him on the second game but he managed ot win. He knew she would look good and she did…really really good. He looekd at her for a very seconds, even enjoying the scars, it gave her character.
He didn’t have much chance to enjoy becuase the next game was in, bioshock and on again they played. Something was really wrong though. Maybe it was the game, he knew it less than the others, maybe it was the controller..had ot be the controll.er..it certainly wasn’t the breasts..right? Well in any case, he lost 3 games in a row. He blinked at that
“You’ve been holding up on me right?” He grinned at her and got up, taking off his pants. He was wearing boxers, fitting quite well on his thoughs, crotch and butt. “I need more beer”He say iwth a smile nad headed to the kithcen nad brought her one too. And on to the next game.
[Derek Anderson] (it’s time ofr revenge)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Alrighty – this is for the money, Kahseeno – you know what happens when she gets naked…]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (let’s stay on track)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] {Kahseeno, you whore.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (ok..good rolls..keep it up)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [A tie? really? With tits like THESE?]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (no…not losing again!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [That’s better. Let’s add a wiggle, shall we?]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (come one..let’s at least make it hard)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Well, SOMEONE’s hard.. not saying who…]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Derek Anderson] (last roll…let’s not fail..)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] [Back t the wiggle for the tie breaker….]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Izzy Montoya] She caught him by surprise last time, and he’s determined to concentrate. It works, at first, until she shifts positions on the couch, closer to him, her thigh warm against his, her arm brushing against his side as she works the controller. She doesn’t look at him, but always seems to know when he glances her way – just enough to arch her back, to press her thigh against his, to distract him by the simple fact that it’s obvious she’s one piece of clothing shy from nakedness…
As is he.
There’s a moment where there might be hope, where he might think he’s going to get to see her naked before she sees him, but the moment passes as she picks a prime moment to move against him, to stretch and squirm a little in her seat.
And she wins by a wiggle.
She crows her triumph and lifts her beer in a toast and waggles it at him. “Off with’em…”
[Derek Anderson] He had tried ot focus on htegame, even when she moved closer to him, her warm body against his, soft skin touching him. She felt good and she probably knew him. And she was aware of her charms, of ohw to make herself look even more desirable. Not that she had much to do for that. And there was the wiggle..it killed him..or at least his cahracter in the game.
He looked at her with a grin and shake of his head “Damn. You are…something” He downed his beer and got up. With a tilt of his head, he hooked his thumbs in the waistline of his boxers, pulling htem down and stepping out of them. The man was, well certainly proportianal everywhere and she could see, probably iwth any surprise that her half nakedness had an effect on him. He wasn’t hard, not yet at least, but he wasn’t completly flacid either.
“Well you won.” He say with a smile “And I”m out of beer”He grinned nad headed out ot the kitchen as if being naked at her place was normal and came back with beers.
[Izzy Montoya] “Of course I did.” she chuckles, as if that was a foregone conclusion. She certainly does not lack in confidence. Where he’s seen her before, she is usually wound tight, controlled, aware completely of her surroundings, and what she may have to do at a moment’s notice. The night of the drinking contest, she was a bit more relaxed due to the amount of alcohol, and the Fianna that had earned her trust previously. Here, though.. here is at home. She chuckles more easily, she almost smiles on occasion, and she isn’t afraid to be herself.
Even if that really is simply a raging bitch.
Thankfully – it isn’t. Not right now anyway.
He goes off to get another beer, and she just laughs softly. When he returns, she has reclined on the couch, resting with one arm behind her head, the other draped across her belly, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin, just above the scar there. She arches a brow at him, and shakes her head.
“You don’t really want more beer….”
[Derek Anderson] He smiled when he saw her laying on the couch. Nope he didn’t more beer. His leaving the room had the effect he wanted. She ahdn the chance to position herself to let him know what she wanted. He had the impression it would lead to that much talked booty call. It know look like it will.
“Nah I don’t need more beer” He put them down on the table and moved closer to her. One hand reached down to caress her legs as he leaned down and forward so his lips meet hers. One hand was on the side of the couch to steady him, when the other one moved up from her legs to caress her belly softly, enjoying her smooth skin and the feel of her scar.
[Izzy Montoya] His hand along her leg is greeted with a softly sighed purr, and his lips find willing partners as he leans over her. She lifts her hand go slide it around the back of his neck, her fingers playing into his hair as she arches into him. She doesn’t flinch away from his exploration of her scars, of the slide of skin across her own…
In fact, she encourages it. There is no game here, just the simple relaxation into the situation, into his arms as he leans down to meet her…
She pulls away just for a moment, to squirm from her last article of clothing and drop them to the floor. With a smile, she wraps a leg around his, and pulls him tighter to her.
“Just remember…” this, breathed across his ear, along his throat… “I always win.”
Then? There is no more need for words. Her laughter is soft, easy, before she kisses him again, laying claim to her prize.
[Izzy Montoya] [and scene. :) g’night!]