Who: Tristan McTellian and Finnetry What: Trouble at the kissing booth When: May 25th Where: Kissing Booth
“And what would your name be?” Tristan asked as a pretty blonde approached.
He had spotted the sexy blonde well before she began to saunter in his direction. Long blonde hair, sky blue sparkling eyes, hour glass figure outlined by a red dress that draped her form like a piece of art. She sauntered about like a woman who knew how much power she held with a little look. She was a perfect ten. 10/10 when it came to trouble, because this woman wouldn’t come to a place like this alone.
Oh no, she was with someone and was making sure to attract enough attention so that everyone knew that they were here.
Tristan could guess which way this was going to headed. At least she looked to be almost worth it. Sure, it wasn’t his little hero… but she’d pass the time for now. Plus, he kinda didn’t have a choice in the matter. He was getting paid to do this whole kissing booth thing. He got a feeling the ringmaster wasn’t much of a jokester, sadly.
So like the good little blood sucker that he was, Tristan put on a smile and made small talk with the woman as her partner went to the dunk booth nearby. He flashed the her a toothy grin. Complimented her … choice of lipstick. Then came the exchange of money for a kiss that he had no doubt she’d remember.
And mere moments after they were parted he felt something slam into his jaw. It didn’t particularly hurt—human blows rarely did. All the same, he knew that he couldn’t quite pretend that it hadn’t. Alpha males were only encouraged to try again and again if they had the proper challenge. Instead of simply letting the blow glance off, Tristan rolled with it to the ground and made a show of getting up. All the better to play human with.
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” The man yelled as he stalked over toward Tristan’s form.
“Bleeding… currently.” Sometimes he just couldn’t help himself. Luckily, he heard someone else start to pip up from behind his attacker.