Booty Call (Tre/Ty)

Tyler was in the bar again. The club this time to be exact. It wasn't the same place that had lead to the both amusing and disasterous meeting with Karma so really... Ty had convinced himself that he was safe.

Really he had convinced himself that that hadn't happened.

And honestly after two or three drinks it wasn't such a hard thing to do. Sure, he had said he wasn't going to drink anymore...

But he was sure both he and Rhys knew that that hadn't really been going to happen. He had been sneaking drinks since back in their Orphan days.

At least, he reasoned with himself, he had started with the beers, instead of getting right into the hard stuff. He'd let that go until he was already to smashed to have a conscious.

Which he was getting close to doing so.

"Bar-dude! Hit me!" he waved his empty bottle in the air, as he glanced at a girl who walked past him, checking her out.

Tre walked into the club, walking straight to the bar. He glanced upward before ordering a beer for himself and looking around, sitting right beside Tyler. His eyes also followed the girl that walked by. He reached out for her, noticing that she was french, and calling out.

"Madmoiselle." He called. She turned toward him, and he smiled. "I... I'm sorry... It's just..." He blushed and looked at the ground. "You're really pretty." The girl smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek before slipping him a napkin with her number on it and walking away. She looked over her shoulder twice before leaving.

"Tyler. I'm winning." He said, looking over at the boy beside him. "I'm one number higher than you, and I just got here." He smirked. "How have you been, Frankie?"

Tyler rolled his eyes at the boy. "Yer such a tool. Never got why the lady's ain't see that."

He slugged back his new drink as soon as the professor dropped it infront of him.

"I'll get to catchin' up with yeah in a bit. Just wanna let yeah feel like yeah doin' good before I tromp yeah."

"I was a lot better for yeah went and called me Frankie," he started twirling his bottle around in his heads, "Lucky for yeah, I'm drunk 'nough presently to get over it."

Tre grinned. This muggle was a funny sober, comical tipsy, and halarious drunk. "Ah, I see." He said, taking a swig of his beer. "I bet that you can't get that one's number." He nodded to a sophisticated looking brunette who was looking skeptically at the dance floor. "In less than five minutes."

He smiled sweetly. "Unless you've been out of the States for so long that you've lost your game....?" He let the challenge hang in the air between them as he took another calm sip of beer.

Ty snorted and pushed his drink away from him as he eyed the girl, "Please, what do yeah think I've been doin' with myself? Sittin' at home playin' tiddly-winks?"

"Five mintues?" He raised an eyebrow as he spun around, "No problem."

He shoved himself off the stool and thanked the lord he wasn't quite as hammered as when Karma had found him. The only reason that one hadn't completely tanked was Karma was just as drunk as he was.

"Hey there, sug," he smiled at the woman, nodding to the dance floor, "Care for a spin?"

When she gave him a more than enthusastic response he just gave her a charming smile, and whispered in her ear.

Within the next two minutes, he had made his excuse for leaving and was back at the bar, waving his hand elegantly in front of Tre.

"What was that, Three? Four?"

Tre clicked the stopwatch he had pulled out of his pocket. "Four minutes and fifty four seconds. Rusty, are we?" He asked with a laugh. "Come on now Frankie, we were the Dynamic Duo. Over four minutes is embarrassing. You haven't been chasing tail, have you?" He teased. "Alright. Lemme remind you how it's done. Pick any girl in this bar. Under five minutes, gauranteed." he winked at him.

Ty rolled his eyes, and smirked slightly, "What can I say. Ain't got anyone to keep me on my toes. I get 'em eventually."

He took his drink again, slugging it back and looked around him.

"Anyone, eh?" He glanced around apraising each and every person in the bar.

Finally he spotted a girl in the corner, dirty blond hair, average looking, and hulking in the corner. Obviously a friend drag along - the designated Purse watcher, probably self-so.

He nodded his chin at her.

"Have at her, Yoda."

Tre shook his head at the boy. "Purse-watcher? Please."

Tre tossed Tyler the stopwatch and walked over to the girls, leaning over the table with a grin and looking at her attractive blond friend instead of her. He wasted a full minute talking to her friend while shooting her covert glances, then another half minute inviting her friend to dance. He danced with her friend for a minute, before doubling back to the table. He whispered sweetly in her friends ear before heading back to Ty, sitting back at the bar.

He glanced at the stop watch. "Three and a half minutes, less if you don't count walking." He smirked, tossing the little sheet of paper she'd slip him to his friend. "You were saying...?"

Ty played with the stop watch as he watched Tre go at the girl. He did have to admit the kid was good - he always had been, but he wasn't going to let the kid know that too much.

He took the slip of paper and began to play with the edges of it as he tilted his head towards him.

"I weren't sayin' anythang, but since I know yer lookin' for it," he paused to take a sip of his drink, "Yeah were pretty good."

Tre grinned and took another sip of beer. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" he slipped the number in his pocket for future reference. "Alright, your turn. See that one?" He nodded to a redhead on the dancefloor, with her arms around another guy. "Since the difficulty is going up, you've got Ten minutes on this one."

He took the Stopwatch and grinned. "Go."

"Oh yer so generous," he gave the boy a smirk as he twirled about and did as he was told.

He waltzed over to where the couple were and did what he did best in tight spaces - faked a panic attack. There had to be some benifit to this problem of his. Maybe he should bring this moment up next time Rhysie told him his problem was weird.

With a few well placed "You don't have to" the sympathetic girl was away from her partner, and trying to Nurse Ty back to a state of normalcy.

Which, he did within the approriate time. Then a gallent, gentlemanly thank you and a chaste kiss to the cheek got a number slipped into his pocket.

He walked back with a little grin.

Tre smirked. Clever boy, this one. He rolled his eyes as Tyler came back to the bar, clicking the stopwatch. "Seven Minutes, fourty eight seconds. Not bad for a fake fall..." Tre smiled and shrugged. "I guess you're only a bit rusty..."

"Okay. Pick one." He smiled. "And make it difficult, will you?"

Tyler smiled and nodded, "Thank yeah; Thank yeah."

"Oh I don't know if I can find yeah somethang difficult, since yer obviously oh so good at this," he gave him a little smirk as he scanned the place for possiblities.

"Okay," he nodded his head towards a girl near by who could be seen clearly from here was sporting a very nice engagement ring, "Try the blushin' bride, Casinova."

Tre shook his head at Tyler. "Harsh, doing that, Frankie." He said, with a far suffering groan and a turn toward the dancefloor. A wide smile split across his face as he stepped up to the girl. He murmured words to her, his lips almost touching her ear. She blushed, of course, and he took her left hand, kissing the back of it with a soft smile.

She was stuttering now, something that made Tre smile a huge naughty grin. He leaned in and hovered over her lips, whispering promises and invitations while maintaining a simmering eye contact.

A half minute later he was next to Tyler at the bar, a white peice of paper between his fingers. "It was a fake." He said, taking a sip of beer. "The ring."

He looked at the stopwatch. "And only five minutes, too." He sighed. "Do you know any girls who it'd take longer with? A real challenge... someone who wouldn't just melt...?" He shrugged. "If its worth it, I won't even hurt her."

Ty pretended to be offended, "Hey now, that was a good one; how was I supposed to know the pretty little thang gets her kicks from pretendin' to be engaged?"

He rolled his eyes at the boy and looked around the room again.

"Who can I find fer little Tre-Tre to traumatize," he poundered with a grin which grew into smirk when he saw someone he knew, knew very well.

"See that pretty little blonde there?" he nodded his head to the woman who seemed to be sheparding about six other girls around. "Have at 'er."

Tanya didn't just cave into anyone. She may look like an easy catch but she always prided herself on 'Morals'. He had no doubt Tre could crack her, after all Ty did, but that should apply a bit more work for him.

Or not. Who knew? Ty didn't really care at that point. He slugged back the last of his beer and waved for another.

Tre grinned. "I meant one that would take longer than a day... but alright." He slipped off his barstool and ordered a light beer, walking to her.

He greeted her with a small smile and offered the drink to her, knowing that she wouldn't take it. He spewed something about her looking nice, responsible, and explaining that the beer was only light, and he hadn't even opened it yet. She took it reluctantly.

Tre then went through the process of introducing himself to all six of the girls present, careful not to physically come in contact with any of them, and smiling shyly at the girl. She didn't look impressed, but he was getting to that.

"Dance?" he asked, his golden eyes on the ground. She was silent for a moment before she took pity on him, and they went to the dance floor. He whispered something, a confession to not really knowing how to dance 'in a club', but he offered to ballroom dance, and she accepted, looking a little out of it. He smiled and they begun, waltzing, talking.

He smiled at her as he returned to the bar, he number written on the palm of his hand.

"She offered to give me help for my 'shyness'." he grinned at Ty, taking another sip of his beer. "And she also offered that we talk more about dance over lunch, but I was busy that day." He shrugged a shoulder. "This is getting boring Ty. Everyone's just so easy to get to. I'm starting to believe the only challenge would be a demon."

Tyler shrugged with a grin, "Yer loss Man. "Lunch" with Tanya can lead to bigger and better things."

"A demon, eh?" he raised his eyebrow and shook his head. He was drunk enough by this time to not care about magic talk. He wasn't drunk enough by all means to forget he rather hated it - that would come in time - but he was definitly drunk enough he could condone it. "Don't think I can help yeah there; but I do know a Vamp. Doubt she's worth yer interest though. If she's in the mood she'll play along with yeah, if not..." he shrugged, smiled and shook his head before he remember he was here to forget about Karma among other things.

Tre ignored most of the speel, but perked up at the mention of a Vampire. "Oh really?" He said, his eyes glistening. "Dangerous, eh? Not worth the interest? You think she really won't bend that easily...?" Sure now that this girl was something to be seen, and doublly sure that she would be a challenge, he was interested. "What's her name?"

Tyler gave the boy an appraising look before slugging back his drink, slamming it on the table and smiled.

"I don't know... yer not so bad on the eyes; she may toy with yeah fer a bit, till she gets bored."

"Karma stinkin' Black," Ty said his voice a tad bit bitter, but his face a contradicting expression of fondness. A perfect emodiment of what the darn vampire did to his head. "Queen of the all freakin' world if yeah talk to her."

Tre's eyes widened. "A girl that played you??" He demanded, his disbelief evident in his voice. "Let me meet her, Ty, introduce us. I bet I can get her in... at least a day." He looked at Ty beseechingly. "Get me a day with her, Ty. I can do it. I need the challenge."

He drank the rest of his beer after that statement, ordering another bottle almost at once.

"What kind of girl is she, anyway, to make you..." he looked up and down at Ty. "Like this? She's the reason you're here, isn't she?" He held up a hand. "And don't say a vampire. I already know that."

"A day with Karmzy Black? I ain't know if I'm qualified ta be givin' that one out," he drawled slowly getting some enjoyment out of playing with the boy. "However, cause I would love ta see what she'd do ta yeah, I'll see what I can do."

He shrugged. This was really a no lose situation for him. Either way, one of them would take the other down a peg, and Ty could get his kicks out of it.

"Like this?" Ty pretended to be wounded. "I ain't think I was that bad. This ain't nuttin'. Should-a-seen me last week, or the week before that, orrrr the week before that. Aw heck, just stick around a couple of hours and we'll have a realy partay goin'."

Slugging back his beverage, tapping the counter for a refill as he finish yet another he leaned back in his chair and though, "How do yeah explain Karmz? Obviously I ain't 'llowed ta say Vamp - though if were factorin' in the 'like this' it do have a fair bit ta do with is - so lets go with surprisin'. Yepp, I believe I shall take surprisin' for five hundred Alex."

Tre grinned a million dollar grin. "You're the best." He said. "I'll have her melting before you can say 'Maneater'." He took another victorious sip of beer.

"You probably shouldn't be drinking." He said. "Not that much."

He smirked. "I know drinking to forget when I see it, and that's exactly what you're doing." He took a long drag of his beer, his eyes searching the dance floor. "Now. See that one? The one in the blue dress? Have at her."

"Of course I am," Ty said with grin and then held up his glass, "To yer future endevours than."

The young man snorted into the beer. Didn't he know it. Tre wasn't the first person to point it out - hell Rhys stated he stop drinking... though that was more so Ty would stop letting the Tobias thing slip than from actual concern.

"Well I ain't doin' it very well cause I still remember," he slugged back a bit more paused and shook his head, "Nope! still there." He waved his hand at the bartender, "Time to graduate."

He banged on the bar until the disgruntled man gave him a shot, which he promptly knocked back and waved his hand around for more. "Keep 'em comin'."

"Blue dress?" he smiled, taking another shot and then walking away, "Cake."

He waltzed over to the girl, and in his favourite fashion charmed his way back to a number, and returning to his drinks.

Tre rolled his eyes but finished his beer. "You're getting sloppy... or drunk. Maybe we should stop this game." He said when Ty got back. "That one took you five whole minutes Frankie. I don't... I don't even know what to say." He faked a look of sadness. "We should just get drunk."

Ty picked up another shot and gave the boy a grin, already feeling the harder alcohol blend with the beers he had drunk earlier to move his buzz up to the realm of truely drunk.

He was already forgetting things... maybe not the ones he wanted butt, there was time to fix that.

"I don't know 'bout yeah, but I," he pointed to himself his grin become goofy. Oh yes he could feel huggy idoit Ty coming on. "Am most definitely already drunk."

He took a shot, knocked it back and handed another to Tre.

"Come! Come! Come! Yeah don't wanna looooseee at this too do yeah?"