You Talkin' to Me? [Amy]

[Eric Adler]

Eric Adler had been "home" for all of three hours before abandoning all sense of rhyme or reason. Truth be told, there was no rhyme or reason to anything associated with home for Eric anymore. The young man hadn't called a place home in a very long time. Eric was a wanderer. He'd spent a long time running and looking over his shoulder. Eric had come home to Manhattan on a whim. It'd been far too long since he'd been back to New York City and he'd felt that it was long over due. After a night out at a club that had previously been one of Eric's favorite watering holes back in the day, the young man deemed it time to head towards his parents to check in with them and see how they were doing. The young man hadn't kept up with them as much as he should have. He'd been avoiding contact with them in recent months.

It'd been a long time since he'd seen either his mother or his father. What Eric had failed to remember was that there was certainly a good reason for that. When he'd come through the door, things had been peachy and pleasant at first... However, as soon as some time had set in, Eric's parents had begun discussing his legacy. They began berating him with everything he wasn't and all that they wanted to be. Eric had become tired of this back and forth he had with his parents. He'd been foolish to think that things had changed. The young man had been foolish to think that his brother Ethan had taken any of it off his back.

As Eric walked away from his parents once more, the young man had found himself in another bar on another Friday night. The young man was trying to forget the look of disappointment he'd seen on their faces. Halfway through his third glass of whiskey, something else other than his own self-loathing caught his attention. As Eric looked into the mirror behind the bar, the young man eyed a woman. He was sure he'd seen her before, but couldn't quite place her. With the music blaring in his ears and the whiskey warming his heart, Eric stared at her through the mirror. The young man was sure he knew the brunette from somewhere, but wasn't entirely sure as to where that might have been. As he finished off his whiskey and placed the glass down once more, it hit him. Eric had run into this woman once before about a year ago. She had been tracking him down. Eric never found out what it was. After their brief encounter, Eric slipped away and lost her. At the time, Eric had been happier slipping away instead of coming head to head with those that might have been following him.

This time, things were different. With a fire inside him Eric was determined to not let this go any further. There was no way that this woman was going to take him down and Eric had certainly had enough running. The young man turned on his heel and circled to the back of the bar without anyone taking much notice. It was busy enough that most people would have a hard enough time keeping track of much of anything. As Eric circled around, the young man slowly approached the brunette from behind. As she stood a few rows of people back from the bar, Eric came up behind her and greeted her like a spouse would have. "Sweetie! There you are!" Eric reached his arms around the young woman from behind and gave her a big, close hug. As she turned stiff, Eric placed his hand on the side of her waist and stomach. Ever so slightly, Eric began to emit a low voltage of electricity from that hand which would cause a subtle irritating sensation. Eric leaned closer to the brunette and spoke through grit teeth. "Don't cause a scene. Play along before I put a hole through your stomach." With a smile, Eric turned the brunette around to face him. The young man looked down at her and as she put her hand on his neck Eric leaned closer again. "What the fuck do you want from me this time?" Eric glared at the brunette, all the while keeping his hand focused, the low level of electricity never wavering. Eric was tired of running and tired of playing games. This time he meant business.

[Amy Jayne King]

It was hard to say the least, the changes that had occurred and how her life had gone full circle. She had gone from being a regular citizen leading a mundane life of routine, everyday pretty much the same to now possessing such powerful abilities and carrying a heaving responsibility on her shoulders. Did she sometimes wish for her old life? yes..of course she did. She missed the simplicity, she missed the routine and care free lifestyle she had once lived. Amy missed her friends, her simple life. But, despite missing all of the above..she enjoyed the over bearing responsibility she had, she felt as if her existence was much more meaningful and her life, however complicated it may have been, came with great achievement. Knowing that she could help others in the way she did, made her feel good and accomplished.Hard times approached and she found this life came with a lot more troubles but she always took whatever came her way, with both hands and overcame it. These abilities made her stronger, the team she had become apart of and the tasks shed had to take on enabled her to better herself in ways that she could never have imagined..life was good.

Normalcy she missed, but for the time being was something she currently had. She was out with the friends she had missed, doing the things women her age did and tonight, she would let her hair down and allow the weight of the world rest on someone elses shoulders.

Of course, never was life so simple..or atleast not anymore. Because, whilst the bunch of girls she had come out with danced wildly just yards away, a problem was arising in the form of a drunken idiot. As Amy moseyed behind a busy crowd awaiting to be served, the patient and polite woman had no idea of the man vastly approaching..until he was there. She could smell the whiskey on him as he addressed her, hand around her waist. At first she was inclined to grab the mace from her purse but upon the mans touch and threat, she ceased to move at all. He turned her to face him and her eyes locked upon his glare.

He had told her not to cause a scene, but standing with his hand around her neck and glaring daggers at her was sure enough to grab attention in the middle of a packed club. Amy furrowed her brows at him shooting a slightly baffled look in the mans direction "Well...right now? i'd really appreciate it if you took your hands off me and in terms of causing a scene, I don't mean to be rude but..I think you're doing a tremendous job of that all by yourself..." she replied sheepishly before narrowing her eyes behind him toward the large bouncer eyeing him up for size.

Amy shrugged before lifting her hand to the mans side where she proceeded to use her ability on him also, her hand began to glow and emitted a warmth against his skin that would rapidly grow painful as he'd begin to feel the scars, from old injuries he'd sustained, begin to open up "...I don't want to hurt you, but I will if i have to..and if I don't, if you don't take your hands off me..you're about 20 seconds away from a beat down from that guy also...sorry..the odds don't seem to be in your favour right now and i really think this whole situation is absolutely unnecessary..so please don't you cause a scene..besides what you're trying to achieve probably won't work anyway, but i don't feel comfortable testing those odds either.." she spoke gently as if trying to reason with him rather then threaten, Amy wasn't the type to throw threats she disliked hurting people..even those who seemed to want to harm her.

[Eric Adler]

Eric Adler had a gift that he didn't ask for. The young man had an ability that had taken him a long time to learn to control and use with precision. Eric had spent a long time honing his ability and keeping it in check. He didn't ask for it, but the young man had certainly come to terms with it over the past few years. This power and strange ability had taken Eric all over the country. The young man had met tons of different people and had spent a long time soul-searching so to speak. With his time traveling all over the country, Eric had hit a few rough patches. The young man had been in a few spots of trouble. He'd been hung out to dry in some instances and had certainly had his fair share of run ins with those that did not care for people with special abilities.

Now that he had been back in New York, Eric wasn't sure what would happen. He knew that he'd been drawn home for some reason. The young man wasn't quite sure where to turn anymore. Every relationship he'd had had fizzled for some reason or another. As much as he cared for Sid, things didn't work out quite right... His relationship with Mel had ended in tragedy as far as he could tell. The young man was hurting and sometimes when you hurt the way that Eric was hurting the only place you could turn was home. Of course, things didn't work out the way he thought they might. Shit, Eric wasn't exactly sure what he was expecting. Once he'd been home things had picked up exactly the way they'd left. His parents were berating him left and right for not "doing" anything worth while and Eric couldn't quite stand it.

The young man was nearly through his third whiskey when he saw her. No, it wasn't love at first sight. Rather, it was fear that took over at first which was quickly overpowered by anger. Eric eyed a brunette through the mirror behind the bar and recognized her immediately. The young man knew her from about a year ago. She'd been tracking Eric while he'd been in Texas. They'd tussled for a bit until Eric was able to finally give her the slip. At the time, it was easier to just keep moving than it was to truly stand his ground. However, this time things were different. New York City was Eric's home and he wasn't going to give it up so easily. As Eric slipped through the crowd and confronted the brunette, he could feel a few eyes turning their way towards him.

As Eric looked down at the petite brunette, the young man considered everything that was happening. He pulsed the electricity emitting from his hand. The irritating sensation would quickly grow to a sharp burst of pain. This bitch was trying to intimidate him and he wasn't one who liked the idea of standing for that. Yet, as soon as Eric had done that, it seemed the brunette had plans of her own. She'd begun to run her hand up along his side and along his neck. A warm glow emitted from her hand and Eric's eyes moved from her to her hand. Before he could do anything at all, a sharp began to grow in Eric's side and collar bone. It felt as though Eric's skin was being ripped apart and the young man quickly realized it was. Old wounds were opening where they had been scars. Blood began to trickle down Eric's side from a wound he'd received years ago during an escapade with Gwen Matthews. The scar on Eric's collar bone from Sidney throwing a lamp at him opened and blood began to drip slightly.

Eric took a step back, let go of the brunette and spoke in a hushed tone. "What've you done?" By now, the bouncer's attention had diverted to something else as the situation Eric had started had seemingly fizzled into nothing. The young man touched a hand to his side where a piece of rebar had gone through him years ago. The young man eyed the brunette wildly. Whatever the fuck she'd done, Eric hoped she could reverse it. Eric eyed the young woman and focused on his wounds. Ever so slightly, Eric absorbed the smallest amount of energy from the electrical smorgasbord around him and was using it to stop his wounds from bleeding so profusely. It was a temporary fix, and wouldn't last long. Eric eyed the brunette precariously again. "Lets have a drink and discuss a few things..." Eric motioned for the bar with one hand before using his other hand to shoot a small zap of static electricity at the brunette's ass. "Like for starters, why the fuck are you following me again?"

[Amy Jayne King]

The last thing she had wanted was to be stood in the middle of a club exposing herself in such a way. Yes the world had come to know of those with abilities but evolved humans were still far from being anywhere accepted and quite frankly, Amy was liking how her life was panning out right now. She had craved normalcy and for a brief moment she'd had it, until Eric showed up. Now, Amy wasn't the violent type but when her well being was under threat she was hardly going to sit back and allow someone to treat her in such a way. Amy wasn't the toughest of sorts, nor the most bravest but she knew the difference between right and wrong and right now, his doings were likely to put them both into deep water.

When Eric begun to realise what was happening, and recoiled, she did feel bad for her instinctive reaction. She didn't want to hurt him, but she wasn't about to allow herself to come under threat like that. As he stepped back, the pain was evident on his face and the shock began to soon surface once he was able to figure out what she had done. Her eyes never left him as she attempted to appear stern against him. In reality she wanted nothing more then to help him, but she needed him to calm down first.

Thankfully he wasn't a complete tool and appeared to register the happenings and back down. Upon his suggestion, she merely nodded before cautiously side stepping him and heading back toward the bar, glancing back at him to ensure he wasn't going to pull a fast one. The man zapped her which caused her to spin around to face him, a warning finger pointing at him as if to silently tell him to watch it. "Following you?...I did no such thing" she exclaimed heading toward a seat at the bar, the brunette pulled up the one beside her gesturing for him to sit before she sat down herself.

Amy nodded in motioning toward the group of girls dancing in the same spot they'd been most of the night before looking back at Eric "It's merely coincidental that you happen to be in the same bar as me right now, I swear" she offered holding her hands up in defence of her statement, she wasn't doing anything wrong. Lowering her hands she turned to face him "..Speaking of, can you stop with the F word akready?...Now are you gonna stop being such a jerk off so I can heal you?" she asked tilting her had at him and holding her hand out as if offering a truce.

[Eric Adler]

Eric Adler couldn't help but to snicker as he zapped the brunette in the ass with a little static electricity. Eric was immature, especially when he drank. He couldn't help it. It was just a part of who he was and Eric was happy with that. If she had a problem and couldn't laugh a little, then that was her problem. As the brunette spun around and pointed a finger at Eric angrily. The young man raised his hands in defense and smiled. The brunette claimed that she hadn't been following him in the slightest. Eric scoffed a bit and raised his eyebrow in disbelief. "Yeah, right... And I'm the Queen of England..." Eric smirked slightly as he slid into the bar chair that the brunette had gestured towards next to her. Eric was careful to move carefully as to not disrupt the slight cauterization he'd administered to himself after the brunette caused a few of his old wounds to reopen and begin bleeding. It was painful to say the least and if Eric didn't get her to undo it sooner rather than later, the young man was going to be in a spot of trouble.

The young brunette claimed that she'd been in the same bar as Eric here tonight merely by coincidence. Eric raised his eyebrow again and still wasn't sure if he was going to believe her. The young man had been hunted before, Eric hadn't any idea if he should think anything different of his situation this time. The brunette motioned towards a group of girls dancing on the other end of the bar. Maybe she was telling the truth. Fate was a fickle bitch sometimes. How funny was it that they'd ended up here together again tonight? As she held her hands up in defense, Eric smirked again slightly. Maybe this all just was a big coincidence.

Eric Adler laughed a little to himself as the brunette asked him to stop saying fuck. "Sorry... Bad habit. Comes out when I drink." For a moment, Eric paused and smirked again a little. "Duly noted though. Keep all the f'ing in check around the prude." Eric eyed the brunette as she extended her hand as a truce and offered to heal him. The young man eyed her precariously for a moment before shrugging slightly and placing his hand in hers. What was the worst thing that could happen? "I'm Eric by the way... But I assume you may already know that." As he finished speaking, the bartender stood in front of them and Eric turned to him. "A pilsner for me, and whatever the lady is drinking... Plus two shots of tequila for us..." For a moment Eric paused as the bartender walked away momentarily before setting the drinks down before them. Eric picked up his shot of tequila and raised it towards the brunette. "To... Coincidences, right?"

[Amy Jayne King]

She didn't blame him for being uptight, after all if she had been the one being hunted she too would have constantly been looking over her shoulder waiting for someone to pounce. Still his initial reaction toward her was a little over the top and although she understood the paranoia she had to frown upon the instant violent tendencies. Right now, they had appeared to see eye to eye and once both had backed down, agreed to take a seat and talk it over. Of course he doubted her, he didn't know her and was wary, like anyone would have been but Amy was being truthful, she was here purely to socialise with some old pals.

"Duly noted though. Keep all the f'ing in check around the prude." Amy scoffed at him, brushing her hair over her shoulder as she slightly looked down her nose at him. Prude? she was not a prude. She was quite ready to argue with the man but realised by doing so would simply dig her a hole and once Amy found herself in that spot she appeared to dig and dig and dig until there was no way out. That was the thing with Amy she was never good at wording her sentences, she always seemed to speak and her words were misconstrue or phrases appeared to be full of innuendo and she could tell that Eric would happily sit back and watch her bury herself into a frenzy. "I'm Eric by the way... But I assume you may already know that." the gave a slightly smile before nodding in agreement, she knew his name, a little info here and there but didn't exactly know his ins and outs..except that he appeared to be somewhat overconfident and cocksure and had a stinking potty mouth. He ordered drinks including tequila shots which Amy knew wouldn't end well, she would either say or do something stupid..or simply just puke up in her purse on the journey home. But, again she wasn't going to be a party pooper and argue with him..she knew it wouldn't gain her anything but further embarrassment. One could hurt, right?

The brunette took the shot from him and tilted her glass toward him before downing her shot with him. After, her face contorted in disgust as she quietly gagged before grabbing the cocktail she had ordered and took a large gulp from it. Yeah, she clearly wasn't a fan of tequila at all..

"That was..awful.." she grimaced. As the tender moved from sight Amy spun in her seat to face Eric and clutched onto his hand beneath the bar top. She didn't want to be seen and knew that a club packed full of people baring witness to her ability would come with a truck load of trouble. The heat generated from her palm as her fingers entwined with his, she began to use her ability on him, emitting her power into him in an attempt to heal his wounds. It was the least she could do after all.

[Eric Adler]

Eric smirked as the brunette scoffed at him calling her a prude. The young man was one who liked to tease and he'd figured out the perfect way to bust her balls so to speak. Eric couldn't help but to grin as he ordered a round of drinks and shots for them. What were new friends for anyway if not to embarrass yourself in front of? The young man introduced himself and shook his new friend's hand. Still, she hadn't shared her name. Eric eyed the young woman precariously. Could she really be trusted? Eric wasn't entirely sure, but she seemed to be in check for the time being. Eric still kept his guard up though. You could never be too careful... Eric had certainly learned that the hard way, and he had the scars to prove it!

With a smirk on his face, Eric cheers'ed the brunette and knocked back a shot of tequila before biting into the lime wedge that had been hanging on the rim of the glass. When he turned back to the brunette, he could see her making a face of disgust and sipping on her cocktail to wash the tequila down. "Supposed to bite the lime to cut the burn dummy... Not a big fan of tequila, I take it?" Eric laughed a little. The young man enjoyed most liquors and found a place and a time to enjoy them. Not always together, but certainly each liquor had it's own purpose. As the bartender turned away, the brunette grabbed Eric's hand under the bar and held it tightly. As the brunette's fingers intertwined with Eric's a warmth emitted from the palm of her hand. Soon enough, the warmth traveled up Eric's arm and into the rest of his body and he could feel the damage she had caused repairing itself. Eric's cuts began to sew themselves up and the sinews of his flesh mended themselves one by one.

The young man smiled once more as he finally let go of the brunette's hand. He wasn't sure if the warmth he was feeling was from the young woman's ability or from the tequila, but Eric would take it nonetheless. "Thank you... Nice trick you've got there... I'm sure that comes in handy. " For a moment, Eric paused slightly. "How long have you had it?" Eric had had his ability now for so long that it was beginning to feel like an eternity since he hadn't been branded "special." The young man enjoyed his ability most days. Sure, he hadn't asked for it, but once he'd come to terms with it and gotten the hang of his power Eric had become a natural. Eric eyed the brunette once more. "You really aren't working tonight, are you?" Eric was having a tough time believing the brunette wasn't here to nab him. "If that's the case, I'd say then two more shots are in order!" For a moment, Eric paused and ordered two more tequila shots from the bartender and without skipping a beat, grabbed a salt shaker from the bar. With a devilish grin on his face, Eric slid the brunette her shot. "Maybe a little salt will help you..." Once more, Eric stopped and grinned before continuing, "For the prude who still hasn't told me her name..." To make matters worse and chide her even more, Eric tilted his neck and sprinkled the salt on the side of his neck and eyed the young woman with that same shit eating grin on his face while he waited for her to do her shot.

[Amy Jayne King]

"Supposed to bite the lime to cut the burn dummy... Not a big fan of tequila, I take it?" Eric laughed a little. She was never much of a drinker, she knew how silly she became under the influence plus in most cases she was the mother hen, the responsible semi sober one who had to take care of the other girls when things got messy. She had a lot of self control when it came to bad habits, and on a night out she was often very cautious. Amy cascaded a glance toward the group before looking back at Eric. Once she had healed him, she allowed her hand to drop back to the bar top where she took another sip from her drink, still trying to rid the foul taste of tequila from her mouth.

"Thank you... Nice trick you've got there... I'm sure that comes in handy. " He said, she nodded agreeingly, it came in far more handy then he'd have ever imagined. She had always seen her ability as a blessing, others argued that though it was beneficial for others..it didn't exactly grant her any favours. It was the truth for a long time, she could help others but never herself, she was blessed with a selfless ability..well..atleast up until a year ago. Amy had been out on a mission when she'd ended up being injured, an explosion left the girl impaled by a lead pipe. Suffice to say that Amy was practically at deaths door by the time Eden and Marcus had got her back to base, dying shortly upon arrival.

That event was part of the reason that Eden had encouraged Amy to leave the Elites, to no longer place herself in danger because in all fairness..she wasn't like the rest of them. Amy went through extensive training with Eden in a bid to keep her position, she wanted to prove she could do it but alas..she came to realise that she really lacked the mindset the rest of the team had. Amy was a healer, she wasn't one to hurt others..it wasn't in her to do so.

"How long have you had it?" He asked, his voice bringing her back from her own thoughts "Oh um..a while now..a good few years I guess, what about you?" She asked curious, he had a grip of it so it was likely just as long as she had hers "You really aren't working tonight, are you?" He asked as if almost trying to convince himself. Amy smiled and nodded "I'm not working no and I don't even work that kind of job anymore.." she explained quietly, though she was still apart of the team, she was strictly bound to the medical side of things. After last time, she was no longer allowed out on the field. "If that's the case, I'd say then two more shots are in order!" he declared causing Amy to grimace, she hated shots..

"Maybe a little salt will help you..." He proclaimed, grabbing the salt shaker from the bar. Amy scrunched her face in an almost confused gaze at the man as she watched him handle the salt shaker. What was he doing? "For the prude who still hasn't told me her name..." Furrowing her brows at the prude comment, she then shot him her 'what the fuck face' as he tipped the salt on his neck. The woman gave a some what embarrassed look around the room to see if anyone else was witnessing this weird ass behaviour.

Looking back at him she suddenly realised what it was he was doing. Snorting she rolled her eyes and shook her head "I am not licking you're neck..are you insane..no..I won't.." She told him firmly before sipping her drink. She turned to him again "..Absolutely not..and if that makes me a prude then so be it.." she added but it almost seemed as if she was battling with herself, she hated the shit eating grin he'd previously hand on his face before when he'd called her a prude and now he seemingly enjoyed watching her discomfort at such accusations that she knew he was purposely setting her up for the fall.

The brunette watched him for a moment, before looking up at the ceiling and grumbling. What was worse? entertaining him or letting him get one up on her? She wasn't sure at the time, they both seemed like pretty sucky outcomes. After another moment she looked at him, the defeated expression painting her face as she turned to him "Fine!..okay..I'll do it, but just once and don't be getting any ideas.." she told him, readying herself with the tequila in hand. Squirming at the idea of downing another revolting shot, the brunette did her turn, proceeding to lick the salt off his neck which didn't help the taste at all. Once more she pulled the same disgusted face as she placed the glass back down on the bar.

[Eric Adler]

Eric Adler hadn't exactly expected his night to turn out like this. The young man should have expected it... But here he was, proving himself wrong once more. Eric had gone home to try and make amends with his family, but soon after he'd arrived the same old routine had started again. Before he knew it, Eric was being berated by his parents just like old times and the young man had had enough. Eric left without further hesitation and found himself in a crowded bar. Fate was a fickle bitch and before Eric knew it, he'd spotted a tail... Or at least what he'd assumed had been a tail. The young man was being tracked lately. Eric had been pretty good about ditching them here and there and avoiding them for the most part. However, it was no surprise that they'd caught up with him. He recognized her immediately and confronted her soon after. Yet, it appeared as though serendipity was not on his side tonight. The woman who'd tracked him a year or so ago wasn't here for Eric tonight. In fact, it seemed as though she hadn't even recognized him at first. They'd seemingly just ended up in the same place by happenstance.

Soon enough, the two had begun chatting over drinks and shots. They'd tussled briefly, but eventually sorted everything out. Once that had been through, Eric figured that it only seemed natural for him to apologize through alcohol. He had nearly assaulted her after all, though not many people in the bar had seen. As they finished a round of shots, Eric asked the brunette how long she'd had her healing abilities. "About the same actually. Hard to keep track sometimes. I'd give about five or six years though." Eric lied partially as he spoke. He knew exactly when he'd gotten his powers. It wasn't a night he'd ever forget. "Though, they've changed a bit since I first came into them... At first everything was a bit... Primitive I'd say." As Eric spoke he lightly tapped his finger against the bar and sent a slight electrical charge into the wood. Not enough for anyone to notice... Just a nervous habit at this point. Eric was checking to make sure everything still worked. The young man had been nervous when he'd spotted the brunette for a reason. He'd had a tail these past few months... And one of the men following him was a negator. He new to use his powers every so often, just to make sure everything was in order... If he didn't have any juice, Eric knew that it was time to go.

As Eric ordered two more shots and goaded the brunette into either telling him her name or licking the salt off his neck with the tequila shot, Eric couldn't help but to smile. The young man was having a nice time for the first time in a while with the mystery woman, whatever her name was. As Eric teased her, the young man watched almost devilishly as the brunette battled with herself over what to do. Finally though, the brunette gave in and proceeded to do her tequila shot and lick his neck. Eric couldn't help but to chuckle as she gave in to him. He'd been half joking at the time, but the fact that the brunette had actually gone through with it was entertaining enough. As she claimed that he shouldn't be getting any ideas, Eric smirked again. "Don't get any ideas? You're the one licking me. Remember?"

For a moment, Eric paused as he eyed her before smirking devilishly again. "My turn, right?" As Eric reached for the salt shaker with his left hand, the young man used his right hand to subconsciously test his power again. Although Eric had been looking at the brunette, his attention was quickly diverted to the bar top. He'd tried to send a small shock into the wooden bar top and where there should've been a singe mark, there was nothing. Eric's eyes focused on the spot for a moment as he tried again with his left hand. Still nothing. Eric's powers were being negated and he was now pissed off. The young man sighed slightly and looked into the mirror in front of him in an effort to see everything happening behind him. Between all the people that had been there and all that Eric had to drink, the young man couldn't spot him.

Eric eyed the brunette for a moment as she looked perplexed. He had to get out of there. And now that she'd probably been marked as his acquaintance, Eric knew that he needed to get her out of the bar too. The young man quickly downed his shot and looked at the brunette. His demeanor had changed slightly, but the young man still smirked as he grabbed her hand. "Dance with me?" It wasn't so much a question as it was a plea. Eric couldn't sit still anymore and even though the brunette looked like she wanted to die at the thought of dancing, Eric pulled her along into the crowded sea of people dancing. Once they were in the thick of it, Eric pulled the brunette close. The young man could see it in her eyes. She was confused and probably a bit annoyed to say the least. If not for the tequila, she might've knee'd Eric in the balls already. Eric leaned down and pulled the petite brunette closer so that he could whisper in her ear over the loud music. "I'm in a bit of trouble... and they've tracked me here." For a moment, Eric paused slightly as he held his hand on the small of the brunette's back and looked over her shoulder. "They've probably marked you too now.. You know that's how that kind of thing works." Eric paused once more before continuing to whisper into her ear. "Someone's negating the building... We need to get out of here." Once more Eric paused slightly as he held the brunette close while scanning the room. "If I remember correctly, there's an exit on the side of the room, by the bathrooms. We should move."

[Amy Jayne King]

She wasnt sure how the hell she'd gone from being firm to then licking salt off this dudes neck. Regardless, she knew this wasn't going to end well and as the man stood, from what she could see..hesitating..she half considered walking off, finding the girls and going home. She wasn't the party girl, the kind who went out acting crazy and behaving well...her age. She was a lot older in mind, kind of a geek if you will and this club scene wasn't for her. She was happy sat at home, eating ice cream in her fat pants and watching disney movies.

Still, she was here now..and she didn't like the idea of being fingered the party pooper. Before she knew it he was grabbing her hand, whisking her off. She barely managed to stay on her feet as he dragged her through the crowd toward the dance floor. What the heck had he been drinking? Amy had an absolute hatred for dancing in public..sure she would happily dance all alone..throw in a brush and you had yourself a concert in her bedroom, but dancing in a club..that wasn't for her and she was sure he could tell by her face.

Of course, he didn't much care..not when he was pulling her close and getting all handsy. The look on her face was of one that was telling him she was about five seconds away from thumping him in the jaw. As his hand moved lower, her brows lifted higher and she could feel her hand balling into a fist. Lucky for him, he chose to speak at the correct time and clear enough for her to hear him over the music. Great..just great..trouble.

Amy puffed her cheeks before letting out a breath of air as she rolled her eyes. "..See..you are trouble.." she grumbled slightly, furrowing her brows at him. Placing her hands on him, she turned him around so that she could see his potential followers. He wasn't lying, she clocked two guys watching them "..There is, were gonna have to move quickly..theyre on the move.." she stated. Grabbing his hand she took a few step backs. They moved deeper into the crowd and she was able to duck passed a few more people on the edge of the floor before dragging him toward the corridor leading to the bathrooms.

With his hand tight, she ducked through the small group of ladies outside the toilet and began toward the exit at the end.

[Eric Adler]

Eric couldn't believe his luck... The young man had been in one of his local haunts for less than two hours before thinking he'd been thrust into the thick of trouble once again. Sure, he'd been over reacting... An agent who had once been after Eric, was at the club he was in, just by sheer chance. The young man threatened her at first, but soon enough it was clear that Eric was evenly matched... Yes, all the alcohol he'd drank had certainly given him a disadvantage... But, the young man wasn't entirely disappointed about it either. Rather than fighting his way out, Eric was now enjoying the company of a beautiful brunette... Sure, she was stubborn as all hell and seemed to be refusing to tell Eric her name... But now, the young man was at least enjoying himself rather than being subjected to the shit show his parents had put him through earlier in the evening.

Just as Eric and the brunette were starting to have a good time, the young man spotted the trouble he'd thought she had been a sign of. The young man pulled the brunette into the crowd as he claimed that they should start dancing. The young man knew that she was going to hate it, but he hoped that the two of them had drank enough to make this go a little easier. As Eric pulled the brunette close and explained the situation she claimed that he was trouble. The young man grinned devilishly. "Yeah, but I can tell you like trouble... Otherwise you'd have clocked me by now... I can tell by looking at you, you've got a mean right hook don'tcha?"

As the brunette claimed that they needed to move, Eric nodded in agreement. The brunette grabbed Eric's hand and pulled him through the crowd and towards the exit near the restroom. As the duo exited the club, Eric sighed slightly. He knew they were catching up to him. Eric had been foolish and had let his guard down. He knew better. The young man had been stupid after so long. He'd finally slipped up. At least they hadn't taken him by surprise. The young man wasn't going to get taken by these men. As the Brunette and Eric slipped out the side exit, the young man realized that he'd gotten clear of the negator that had been inside the club. Smirking slightly, Eric side-stepped into the alley that they were passing.

As he stood there, the young man eyed the circuitry that ran up the side of the brick wall he and the brunette were standing next to. Eric planted one hand on the metal electrical box and balled his free hand into a fist. Small sparks began to shoot out as Eric absorbed the electricity from the box and began to channel it into his fist. If the two that'd been following him were still on his case Eric would certainly had a surprise for them.

[Amy Jayne King]

"Yeah, but I can tell you like trouble... Otherwise you'd have clocked me by now... I can tell by looking at you, you've got a mean right hook don'tcha?" He remarked with a devious grin. Amy stared at him with a vacant expression on her face, as if she was just blocking him out now. Truth be told, she was finding it hard not to knock him out right now. What was with guys lately? So pig headed, so arrogant..and getting cuter by the minute. She was certain that was the alcohol talking, because this douche was anything but the kind of guy she wanted to get herself involved...less of course she was chasing him down, ready to kick his ass..then yeah she'd take this guy any day.

At first she assumed his antics had been down to trying his luck, however she was soon proven wrong when she caught sight of the guys watching him. He was trouble ,evidently so and like a bad smell trouble seemed to follow him around. She wasn't in the mood for this today, she wanted a night off, an evening of normality where she could let her hair down and be a normal person.

Before she knew it, they were on the move and exiting through the back door into an alleyway..the goons hot on their tale. They stopped on the corner and she slanted her eyes onto him as he stood next to her. Furrowing her brows, she looked at his hand as it placed on the box "Really?..That's your plan? and you wonder why you're in so much trouble? Call me the coward here, but we have a head start..shouldn't we just be moving?" She considered turning to face him. She wasn't up for hurting anyone, she didn't care who they were nor what they wanted..they could have gotten away.

Leaning over him she turned to look at the door, just as the goons came spilling out onto the pavement. Popping her head back in she looked at him again "No..this won't get us anywhere. Take your hands off it and I'll handle this.." She told him, she didn't see the point in violence..it was never any answer.

With a frowning stare she bought her hands to her hips as if silently threatening him now. Once he moved his hand, she nodded and peered around the corner again. Poking her head out again she saw them coming, yelping she turned to face him once more. She assumed they'd have more time to maybe run but these guys were pretty damn fast, that and the fact he was very stubborn and took his fair time to listen to what she had said. Amy just grabbed him by his jacket, pushed him against the wall and planted her lips on his. She had no time to really think and if she could get away with assuming they were just drunk and having a fumble..so be it. It was worth seeing his shit eating grin and listening to him wind her up for however long she had the displeasure of being around him.

[Eric Adler]

What Eric had expected to be a relatively simple night out at the club while trying to blow off some steam had turned in the completely opposite direction. The young man had a falling out with his family over who knows what this time. Eric had ended up at the club and had ended up chatting with a woman who had once hunted him down. She wasn't working tonight though and hadn't been tasked with bringing Eric in... This time. Although they were having fun drinking and taking shots, everything seemed to turn south. Eric's paranoia hadn't been for not. A group of men entered the club and made their way towards the bar area. They'd been tasked with finding Eric, that was for sure. The young man recognized a few of them. He knew it was time to move. Eric didn't know why they were after him. He assumed for his powers, but the young man wasn't waiting around to find out. Eric grabbed the brunette by the hand and made his way out.

Although they had escaped the club, Eric and the young woman were still being pursued by the group. As they found themselves backed into a corner alley, Eric had had enough. The young man placed his hand on a power breaker on the side of the building and had begun to absorb strong currents of electricity into himself. As the electricity coursed through his body, the brunette stared at him in disbelief and questioned that this was really his plan. Eric hadn't thought about it much. The young man was powerful... He knew that. And maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he figured that whatever these guys had, he could take 'em. He'd been through a lot worse.

As the brunette continued to eye Eric, she explained that his plan wouldn't work and ordered him to take his hand off the power breaker. "I've got th--" As Eric tried to explain that he could handle this, the brunette put her hands on her hips and frowned. She meant business and Eric had already seen what her powers were capable of. The young man removed his hand from the power source and the brunette moved towards the corner to peer around and see their pursuers. Before Eric could say anything, the brunette yelped and turned back towards him. The expression on her face said it all. They were shit out of luck. However, before Eric could say or do anything else, the petite brunette grabbed him by the jacket, pressed him against the brick wall and kissed him. Eric broke from the young woman for a moment and looked at her with a confused expression for a moment. Before Eric could say anything the young woman told him to shut up. Eric didn't question it and let his hands fall to the brunette's waist before kissing her back.