“Foreplay is when I grab someone’s thigh, nuzzle their neck, bite their ear, suck on their neck or anything else within reach of my mouth, finger them, and for some, when I lick them into oblivion. Clearly you werne’t paying attention last time, or else this is a very strange way to ask for a refresher. This is me killing a few minutes. Don’t start to think you’re actually important.” He bounded down the stairs, pausing at the bottom to swipe a bottle of beer from one of his frat brothers walking by. “Also,” he added, swiveling on his heel at the bottom of the stairs, “I never claimed it was my business nor do I give a shit. You came up with that conclusion on your own. It’s literally impossible for me to careless because I don’t care at all.” He reached over and slammed his palm against the top of the beer bottle on the railing. It popped off into his hand and he took a swig. “I was just making a point.”

That was the thing about Aiden, how he seemed to infuriate her-- how he turned the girl who was usually so peppy and gracing a smile, to frown and roll her eyes more than she thought imaginable. Though moments ago any description he may have mentioned when it came to actions of teasing sparked a few images in her mind, she swiftly brushed them away-- choosing not to get sidetracked. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes automatically at his spectrum of how little he cared, which didn’t bother as such, because she too didn’t care about what he got up to, but it was the nature of their conversation that seemed to lure her into a childish debate. Leading down the staircase also, she quirked a brow as he spoke, shaking her head a little. “If you don’t care, don’t make comments. Just ignore people, and their actions it’s just that easy.” 

“Don’t be so proud. Being so susceptible to outside influences only capitalizes on a weak mind.” He paused for a minute, his head tilting to the side. “Though that does explain a lot where you’re concerned.” His eyes narrowed for a moment, catching her looking at him only to drift upwards for a fleeting moment. Not that he expected any less, second-glances were commonplace and normal. When it came to her, though, half the time he wanted to give her another reason to look and half the time he wanted to stab her eyeballs out with a rusty fork. It was an interesting combination to feel at once. Sooner or later the scale would tip to one side or the right; right now he was leaning towards the former. Not that he’d be the first to crack. “You say that to me like you actually have something to do. Mattress surfing doesn’t count.”

As soon as his mouth began to move, Vance could feel her patience wearing thin. It was apparent that every time they spoke he always had to have the last word, twisting what she had said in order to make it negative. All in all, he seemed to have a knack for turning her points into a way of showing how powerless she was, or how unpopular she seemed to fall from him-- not that she listened, it was obviously a defense mechanism and Vance wasn’t one to be torn down by petty words, especially considering they were merely his opinion, which was low on her part. Despite the urge to argue with her further, she inhaled a sharp breath, choosing to take the high ride regardless of how hard he seemed to make that for her. Sarcasm was a language that Vance was fluent in, and when it came to Aiden it was a recurring thing. With a forced smile twisting on her face she shook her head a little, lifting her arm to grip her fingers tight around her bag strap. “I don’t know if this is some kind of foreplay for you, but I’m not indulging in.. Whatever this is. I actually have somewhere to be, which is none of your business.” Oh no she couldn’t leave it there. “..Neither is where I sleep, and who I sleep with for that matter, so keep your opinions to yourself.” 

“Oh? I’ll remember that then.. It’s good to know..” she licked her lips and nodded “Of course - like you said, you’d rather go straight to the point.. So would I..  hence why I asked.. Then again you’d rather answer the simple question so maybe you still do want to be a bit of an engima Vance..” she purred and laughed softly “Do you really need to ask?” she gestured to her hair and then waved her hand dismissively. “Black.. Boring but classic. And you can wear it with everything” she joked and sipped her drink “Go on, ask me your worst…” 

The one thing Vance was good at, was avoiding anything to do with talking about her personal life, along with anything that remotely involved expressing how she really felt when it came to feelings. In this case, given the nature of their exchange, it was more than easy for Vance to fall into her usual persona of being flirtatious, to her advantage in getting to know the cerise haired girl, as well as avoiding the topic at hand. Although alot of witty comebacks instantly came to mind, she nodded her head softly before shifting herself off of the edge of her seat-- heels clattering on the wooden floor. She took a few steps forward, edging herself towards her face, before she slipped her arm over onto the bar top, leaning down to the female with a grin clearly plastered on her face. “How about a dance, sugar?” 

“Black coffee is envious of me,” he replied to the quirk of her mouth. He couldn’t say he was surprised to see her strolling down the hall. If his frat bros wanted his sloppy seconds, they had a decent sized trail to follow to their heart’s content. He twisted his key in the lock and then jiggled the handle to be sure it was indeed closed. For all he knew he could return and have a surprise guest—he glanced at Vance out of the corner of his eye—and there were very few people whose appearance after classes wouldn’t bother him. Some people were crazy enough to find their way in. It wouldn’t be the first time. He hooked his bag over his shoulder and headed for the stairs. “Are you always so pungent?”

“Guess you just bring it out in me..” She quirked her brow a little as a hybrid between an over exaggerated grin and a smirk seemed to curl across her rosy lips. Her steps came easy to her, it was almost like it was automatic, as much as she hated to admit it she was drawn to him in a way she couldn’t explain-- considering the majority of their words exchanged were digs and witty comments. Her eyes roamed over him for a moment, he definitely brought out this agitation in her that she hadn’t felt towards anyone else before, he seemed to get under her skin with such ease. This was the first time she had come into a close proximity to him since their adventure in the library, which she couldn’t believe had actually occurred-- though it didn’t matter how much he annoyed her she couldn’t deny her attraction to him, unless it was outloud, that was a no go. “Lovely catching up, but I’ve got somewhere to be..”