"Oh yeah... Miss Catalina... yeah, she's a looker too." Charlie's eyes actually glazed over a bit. He'd flirted a little with the woman upon his arrival at school, but they'd not really chatted since. He'd have to remedy that soon. "Think she'd make me some blood-filled cupcakes or something like that?" He paused, "Actually, that sounds nasty even to me. You know, this vamp thing blows sometimes, 'cause while I crave blood, talking about it like it's your average treat is still sorta sickening."
Charlie laughed at the name of her 'style'. "Sounds about right. Well, I gotta say, this is yet another crazy get-up, but you make it look good as always. Something tells me no one will try and copy it, 'cause they'd just look frightening if they did." Still, that hardly stopped people from adopting trends. How many times had he seen big ass bitches trying to squeeze their fat rolls into too-tight shirts and skirts? Nasty.
"Hey, you said it..." he pointed to himself, "Slut. Don't forget it." It was hard for him to concentrate when sex was so readily available. Still, lounging back with his palms behind him on her bed, he settled in to listen to her song. It was very poppy, but that wasn't always a bad thing. Jaida had a strong voice, filled with attitude. He focused on the total sound first, then his ears started to dissect the song. "You could stand to up the volume on the piano... maybe tone down the volume on the background vocals... don't want to have them battling with the primary. Good lyrics from the few that I've actually let sink in." Charlie always felt the flow of a song first. It usually took a second or third listen to get the meaning. As the song ended, he motioned to her, "Play it again, Sam."