What'aya want? (Brian/welcome to anyone else)

[Brian Andeste]

Brian's mouth came open a little, giving a startled laugh/gasp. He put his hand over his mouth, using his thumb and index finger to sort of brush the corners of his lips. This was...most unexpected. So was she a lesbian? That would totally blow...not that he had a problem with girls who were gay, but someone who had a body like hers deserved to have it admired. Perhaps she was...Bi? Eh, regardless, he would look back to the picture, scanning it over with his eyes He shrugged, almost in a way of admittance and acceptance.

"Well, can't blame ya, shes a looker, and a real cool girl."

He said it respectively, not in a perverse, assholish sorta way.

"So, are you gay then?"

He never was one for tact, and the question did actually weigh on his mind. He didn't want to flirt with her awkwardly or something and have her be like 'wtf man' all the time. Before she could answer though...the ground would start to shake. A classic Californian Earth quake. He leaned his back against the wall and, should she fall, would reach out and catch her easily, supporting her weight without much effort. It would last for maybe ten seconds or so, and if she had fallen, he would stand her back up with a smile. Either way, he would look down and seemingly stare at her chest. What he was REALLY staring at though was the X-men plastered across the front of it. He pointed with his right hand, smiling and making a clicking noise with his tongue.

"You have got to be gay...no striaght or Bi girl would be awesome enough to wear that." He would also, at the moment, reach behind himself with his left hand, not putting his arm over but instead going under his right arm, catching the picture of Kevela as the aftershock rolled through within seconds. He would look at it before handing it over to her, awaiting the answer to his questions.

[Mischa Badoer]

"Well, can't blame ya, shes a looker, and a real cool girl."

And not self centered... caring... Mischa's world.

"So, are you gay then?"

Mischa's brow cocked and she opened her mouth to be interrupted by a rude earth quake.... Mischa tipped and Brian managed to catch her. She remained calm through the ten seconds of the bloody thing, but inside she was screaming her ass off scared for her life.

Once the earthquake was over Brian would stand her back up. "Thanks..." then she couldn't help, but notice he was looking down at her shirt. "Shit did I get something on this one too?" when she looked to examine the damage she heard the click of his tongue and she looked to see him pointing at it.

I really don't see what the hell is on me..

"You have got to be gay...no straight or Bi girl would be awesome enough to wear that." her brows furrowed at his comment... was he making fun of her?

I think he was making fun of me...

Mischa looked to the ground and scratched the back of her head as she blushed. She was getting too nervous...which meant...

"I'm bi... I mean I've only had been in two relationships before... But my first was a boy... then I never met anyone after until I met Kevala and I was just with her for a long time... so it may seem like I'm a lesbian... but no I'm attracted to guys as well.... What's wrong with the shirt..I can change it.. I just..I can change it..." she grabbed the picture he handed him and would slip it on the couch and sit herself down now avoiding to look up into his face...she was embarrassed.

[Brian Andeste]

Brian was a little confused- unsure of why she was seeming so...red and slighted. She seemed so very innocent, yet oblivious to the world around her. He sighed as he ran his finger through his hair. She was obviously embarrassed. He walked over, placing his hands on her knee's and crouching. "I mean its awesome, and because your wearing that shirt, your awesome. Thats all." He chuckled a little, turning back to the TV and pointing with a thumb over his shoulder.

"So, you own them. Question is, can you actually PLAY them?

He was making her an offer to play some games, have a little bit of fun. She seemed rather down when he mentioned Kevela, and when they talked about her. It wasn't a topic he planned to continue to dwell on forever. If she had things she wished to talk about regarding it, he would definitely pull up a chair and listen, but she seemed rather...detatched from that world. He took a deep breath, standing and walking over to turn on the TV and PS3, tossing her a controller.

"C'mon, im gonna kick your ass, teken style."


He gave a grin and a wink, licking his lower lip as the power turned on, taking his seat beside her.

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa looked at the hands on her knees and to his eyes as he comforted her. Kay... so he wasn't making fun of her...but now she felt like one of the biggest dweebs ever for thinking that and having him comfort her because of it.

I'M LAAAAME

She was then handed a controller and he challenged her to a Tekken battle. Mischa grabbed the controller and waited for him it pop it in...and for everything to load.

"Bring it on." she would challenge.. her mood changing now that her mind was somewhat of Kevala and her break up.

Mischa would pick her character and get right into it. She would stand as she fought and would cuss...even make her own sound effects when doing a special move or down t a simple punch. After awhile of playing it she would set the controller down and extend her arm out for a hand shake. "You are a worthy competitor. To you I tip my hat.... and.... the offer if you want a beverage....maybe even dinner?"

If he was hungry she would go down stairs to the pizzeria she owned and would get a few pizzas... and what ever beverages he liked... Her shop had a liquor license so...yeah she had a vast selection of beverages. She didn't own alcohol... just a habit out of not keeping it in the house due to Kevala's problem.. but guess she could always start if she had company...

"So... food? Beverages? Or?" Mischa would pucker her lip and raise her hands in the air as she shrugged her shoulders up...making that cliche "I donno" stance.... just as a joke though... a lame one. "'Cause I have a shop down below... well... pizza place.. so we got some like.... pizza and things like baked spaghetti and bread sticks..and as for drinks... you can basically name anything we have it..."

[Brian Andeste]

Watching her play a video game was both the most entertaining thing he had ever done, and his ultimate downfall. You see, her movements and noises were like something straight out of an old school action flick, and he would constantly have to stifle his laughter. It was adorable, after a fashion, and adding that onto the list of absolutely cute things that he has seen today, he decided that, aside from baby panda's and a giggling two week old, she was the funniest, most delightful person he had met recently. Of course, all this thought and time spent not staring at the screen caused him to lose, but not by much. He was a man, after all( ). He set the controller next to hers, shaking his head with a smile and look on his face that said "I have no idea how i lost."

Then, of course, she began mentioning food, and drinks. She seemed slightly ill at ease, as though she wasn't quite use to company, or the prospect of a companion. He wished to put her mind to rest, let her forget about trying to be a good host and to just be herself. He would try and do his best to accomodate her though, and since he was a little hungry, he shrugged, said "okay, sure" and stood. He had just eaten some ice cream so his apetite wasn't totally up to par, but he has enough to make her feel it was worth it. He would follow her out and, on the way down, would ask a question.

"After we eat, i thought about heading out and catching a flick. I wouldn't mind some company, if you'd care to join me."

He tried to keep it as standoffish as possible, like two new friends just going to catch a film. The last thing he wanted to do was to make a girl who had just broken up with her fiance think he was trying to catch a date or an easy lay. Not to say she wasn't worth having sex with or dating, but at that time it was suffice to say that it was likely inappropriate. He was not a man to take advantage of an aching heart, and he knew she was not the type to simply come on to anyone based off of heartbreak. He simply smile, and follow where she led, letting her sort of take the reigns from there. It was awesome that she owned a pizza shop, because now he could actually have a legitimate reason for stalking finding and talking to her.

Perhaps, just perhaps, they could become friends, no?

[Mischa Badoer]

"okay, sure" Mischa smiled with a victorious nod. Gelato wouldn't cut it for her... She always ate a lot.... 'Cept when she accidentally got addicted to cocaine... guess that's another thing that gave away her addiction to Kev. Mischa turned to the door that they hadn't entered her loft through and she would walk towards it until she heard his question. "After we eat, i thought about heading out and catching a flick. I wouldn't mind some company, if you'd care to join me." she turned around with a smile that looked as if even her eyes had a smile of her own with her nose crinkling. She was happy he kept making an effort to hang out with her... usually that means someone wanted to be friends... 'cause she was sure if he didn't enjoy her company he wouldn't have even offered.

"Sure.... If it is something epic and not lame.. than yeah!" she would laugh and lead him down the flight of stairs that lead to yet another door that would take them straight into the dining area. She walked up to the bar and would lift the counter's island so she could enter it... She had to go through the bar to get into the kitchen.

"Fammi pizza, puttana!"[Give me pizza, bitch] she would laugh and slap the old man's ass. They both knew it wasn't a sign of flirtation...besides he was old enough to be her great grandpa. She just liked to bug the shit out of him.

"What kind do yeah want?" she would lean against the kitchen counter and wait for him to make a suggestion. "I usually prefer plain pepperoni... but if you say 'I will just have that' just 'cause I want it...you have another thing coming... you're with Italians here... we force feed people." she would laugh at her stereotypical joke against herself.

[Brian Andeste]

OOC((Promised a post. Didn't happen yesterday but hey, better late than never right?))

Brian let out a little breath as he slid onto the stool, his cheeks puffing out a little as he kept his lips a little close together. His eyes trailed across the room, noting with a little pride how clean and tidy the place was. It was a shining example of how a parlor should be run- nothing like those shitty little Domino's stores, the people who ran them caring far less about the customers or quality of the building they ran. They only gave a damn about making cheap food and selling it for a hefty price tag. He bet the food here was expensive, but he was also sure that you got your moneys worth. He would definitely be coming here again, if not to see Mischa than at least for her food. The old man behind the counter looked adept at his job, and probably came straight from the source- Italy.

The speech that flowed to his ears brought his attention down from the classiness of her establishment and back to the current reality- her smacking old man ass. He cocked an eyebrow, chuckling a little to himself at the act. They were obviously very close, and probably knew each other for as long as Mischa had been here, or possibly alive. Who was he to say that the old fella wasn't her Grandpa or something? He brought his hands up onto the counter, clasping them in front of him as she stood across from him, that smile coming easily to her face and eyes. He wondered what luck had crawled up the asshole of his life that made him become surrounded by so many beautiful women. He couldn't help but thank the Gods that his luck had finally turned for the better. Since his fathers death...

"Woah...harsh. Okay well...i guess i will have pepperoni." He leaned forward. "The prospect of you feeding me is far too tempting to pass up." He gave a little wink and a smile, leaning back and clapping his hands, once. "And make it snappy, woman! Italians are suppose to work fast! I should already have my pizza! No talking to customers, are you crazy! I will be filing a complaint to the owner of this establishment!" He smiled the whole time he spoke, letting the feel of his humor take over. There were probably other people in there, but he didn't stop his ranting just to save face- he didn't really care what they thought of him. "You need to learn to care about the customer! I'm suppose to take this beautiful girl to a movie later- how do you expect me to do that on an empty stomach! I'm basically wasting way!"

He would laugh a little before looking around.

"Seriously though...this is a really nice place you got here."

[Mischa Badoer]

Mischa looked as if she was about to fuse into an angry Italian. Once he finished what he was saying her arm would raise in front of her face. She would pinch her fingers against her thumb and with a flick of her wrist she would accomplish being that cliched angry Italian.

"Tempo, tempo, tempo. Null'altro è sulla vostra ment3! Impaziente, ti dico."[Time, time, time. Nothing else is on your mind! Impatient, I tell you.] Mischa would grab a napkin and toss it in Brians face before she would turn towards the counter with the needed ingredients and start building the pizza as she would mutter "Iyiyi." and of course she would smile and give off a little laughter. She paid no heed to yet another one of his compliments involving her beauty. She never focused on what she looked like and quite honestly... thought there was nothing special about her features... she wasn't horrible looking..but she was dorky and not like some super model... its one of the reasons why she thought she was always so lucky to be able to score a girl like Kev in her life.

"Seriously though...this is a really nice place you got here."

Mischa slid the pizza into the fire stove....the real way to cook a pizza and she would turn and sit on the table across from Brian... so her back would be facing him, but she angled herself where her right leg was further on the table than her left so she would be able to look at him.

She would make it obvious she was looking at her diner and back at him with raised eyebrows. "You think so? I didn't really put too much money into it... Wanted to go for a more homey place... a place you aren't scared to use the napkins..."

Mischa hated napkins that were made from cloth...it was good for the environment over paper... BUT STILL!!! She always felt bad dirtying them.

"So... movie... What is it you wanna watch? I'm up for anything really... Sappy... action..scary.." she said the last option quietly... as if to mention it so she doesn't seem like a pussy....but also mention it in a way that would suggest she would rather not... Mischa has seen all sorts of deaths in person.... but she was still a scaredy cat for anything other than her job... s'why people never suspected her of doing anything bad... She was naive...innocent.... but not when her occupation was in order.... People feared her underground.... hell... she was on the news for slaughtering several guards within the Seran mansion.... even for shooting a Seran straight in the skull in the candy store across the street....before using a live grenade to take down a handful of policemen... she was sent into a coma... her face was plastered over T.V... she woke and escaped the hospital...and still got herself on a clean slate with the police.

That powerful...... she just didn't flaunt it...

"Take your pick!" her smile was friendly and nothing but innocent.... before she would slide her ass off the table to check on the pizza... not done yet only a few more minutes.

[Brian Andeste]

On the one hand, the reader would love to shout at his character that he was talking, conversing, even flirting with a woman who killed, slaughtered, murdered and maimed while at the same time giving a pleasant smile, but the writer must adapt to his characters current interaction with the world as the character sees it, thus, Brian responded with only a harmless smile. He wasn't a drug lord, or a killer. He refused to use guns simply because he didn't like them, seeing them as a form, a means of expressing violence with a mode of vocalization has been abandoned. He never abandon speech, otherwise, what difference was there between him and a cave ma with a rock? He scratched his neck, tilting his head a little to give easier access.

"I was thinking Knight and Day. I heard it was pretty good, figured I'd give it a shot."

As she moved away from the counter, a small bell would sound as a man, literally twice his size, walked through the door. Long brown hair and rippling muscles gave the individual the appearance of a body builder, but the cold look in his eye spoke volumes. Brian sized him up. 'Grew up in an orphanage. Lost both parents at 6. Went to prison, where he got his scar. Tats too. Has two kids, who don't know he is a homosexual. Has probably killed a dozen men in his life due to a lack of personal confidence. Has to boast and pick fights, to keep people from knowing he is gay.' He turned back to the bar, sighing with raised eyebrows as he grabbed a drink from in front of him and took a swig. Root Beer. The man, rather than walk over to a booth that would better suit his frame, took a seat next to Brian.

The man stared, then reached over and took the glass, taking a long swig. Brian smiled.

"Good, huh? I find the taste of Barqs to be best; packs a little extra punch."

The man set the drink down before turning to the old man behind the counter. "Go get the bitch. I have a few...questions to ask her." Brian shook his head, taking a deep breath as the man refused to take his eyes off him. He got another drink, which the big guy again, promptly took. Brian watched him, this time without a smile, then looked to the bartender. "Apparently the guy is thirsty. I'd like to buy him thirty drinks." It was well over fifty dollars, but he didn't care- he only grinned as the massive amounts of mugs were set in front of the Russian monstrosity. Now he would wait for Mischa, refusing any more drinks- unaware that she was the "bitch" the man next to him referred to.

[Mischa Badoer]

"I was thinking Knight and Day. I heard it was pretty good, figured I'd give it a shot."

"I haven't heard."

Mischa was working on getting the pizza out of the fire thingy when she heard a familiar voice... One that she didn't entirely welcome in her store. Of course he was being awfully rude to Brian which wouldn't be tolerated so as she pulled the pizza out of the oven she would turn to the large man and snatch the pop from his hand and drop it in the garbage that was behind the counter. She had a smile on her face when she was looking at the guy... but not the same kind smile that she gave to Brian or anyone else that she liked for that matter... this was more along the sarcastic "you piss me off smile".

"What do you want?"

This was one guy she would LOVE to pop a cap in his ass.... BUT he was a good customer so she wouldn't take it in her own personal interest to kill him... though if he kept pushing her... yeah... he was going to end up on her list. As she asked her question she would grab for another pop and slide it over to Brian and work on cutting the pizza in perfect radius's.

"What ever it is... I'm sure it could wait tomorrow... when you were supposed to come in..." She would grab the pizza and slide it in front of Brian and she would lean against the counter because she would rather sit across him rather than beside...was always easier to converse that way.