Who: Angie & Bradley What: Bradley goes on patrol and Angie stalks him. Where: Rainier Valley When: Backdated to No-Inhibitions weekend 11/12. Warnings: stalky stalky
Bradley could totally be sleeping right now if it wasn’t for this thunder need to release some pent up energy. Maybe if he had spent his time going to the gym instead of lounging around on his day off, he wouldn’t have this problem at almost three in the morning, but unfortunately for him he chose to be a lame ass. So, dressed in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket, Bradley was wandering the lonely Seattle streets. Evil beware! The short order cook was out on the prowl in search of wrongs needing to be righted. Or something.
Sadly, no one was out and about and there was a severe lack of ass to kick. His whole body itched for a release and it was beginning to look like tonight would be such a disappointment. So, he went back home. What else was he going to do? Before he knew it, he was a block away from his apartment complex.
Angie was actually just letting someone out, putting them into a cab when she caught sight of Bradley turning the corner. She'd found a willing donor, who would stop by every now and then for a little blood play. It was a small price to play from, you know, massacring people. Although, she'd thought about dragging the woman back up to her apartment by the time she'd reached the door, but she'd already paid for the cab ride home. She didn't want to waste that money.
Having had her nightly fix of blood, she was feeling light, and she looked after the blond fondly. After closing the door on the lady in the cab, started to slowly follow him along the road. No one ever really seemed to notice when she followed. The sneakers didn't leave a sound as she trotted behind him. She was curious to see where he was going. Considering the time, most people were coming in, not going out. She also hadn't expected him to be in this area. He seemed nice, even if he did work in a not so great place. The coffee had been good and the food edible.
The place wasn't exactly run down, not like this neighborhood. It wasn't safe for him, so she decided to keep an eye out for him.
Now Bradley was more than your average blond California transplant. He had been trained to be like a hero or whatever, so he had a pretty good idea of when he was being followed, and the moment he felt someone else’s presence, he couldn’t help but suddenly become aware of everything. Maybe he’d get his fight after all! So sad that he was actually hoping for cuts and bruises.
He led them along for a few minutes before he found an alley to walk into which, under normal circumstances, would be a bad idea, but tonight was a strategic plan. There was an out, and there were fire escapes he could use to his advantage. So, while he seemed like a young boy who needed to watched, he set his trap. Hoping quietly and stealthily up and along the rails until he was holding himself up on a bar that ran along from one building to the other to take whoever was trying to follow him by surprise.
He just hoped he didn’t ruin this jacket in the process. It was brand new. And God help whoever made him ruin it.
Usually Angie was a lot better at tracking. The boy gave no indication that he knew he'd been followed, and she wasn't making any kind of loud noise. What had surprised her was his entry into an alley. When she turned into, inconspicuously, he had completely disappeared. She tried to look around discreetly for his location, letting her eyes wander about as she walked forward, but she eventually came to a stop. That's when she decided she was alone and turned around just to make sure.
It took a few moments for the figure to get into the right position. Once the figure was where Bradley wanted them to be, he swung forward from the hand standing position and slammed the balls of his feet into their back. Landing a few feet behind them, Bradley narrowed his eyes and slammed his foot on their back -- pinning to the ground.
“I’ve had a supremely boring night, so don’t think I won’t kick your ass into next Tuesday. So, why are you following me? Dark alley killings are so passe.”
Angie's body flew forward from the impact and she rolled onto the ground. That was not supposed to happen, and she looked completely uncool. She was not okay with this. She was actually still on the ground trying to regain feeling in her shoulders. That had been a crazy hit he'd given her. After a moment or two, she pushed herself back up and turned to look at him. "I'm not the one who strolled into one in the middle of the night, alone." She rolled her shoulders. She was lucky it didn't hurt as much as it could have, but her jeans weren't exactly doing all that great.
"If I was going to kill you, I'm pretty sure you would've died a few blocks back." She rolled her shoulders, attempting to work out the kink he'd put into them. "I saw you wandering, and this is not the neighborhood you want to do that alone." She could've just said she wanted to offer him some company.
“Wasn’t exactly a casual stroll,” he replied as he narrowed his eyes. Bradley was never the kind of guy who hit girls, but he also was the kind of guy who thought homicidal psychos needed to be put down like rabid dogs -- even if they were ridiculously hot. So at the end of the day, if it mean he needed to take her out to protect the innocents of the world then God help her.
When she turned over, though, he quirked a brow. He knew her. Hadn’t she been a customer in The Diner? “You could’ve tried to, anyway,” he replied with certainty though the kind of certainty that didn’t involve malice or cockiness. Bradley cautiously placed his foot firmly on the ground and offered her a hand. Furrowing his brow, he tilted his head. “So, instead of saying that, you chose to trail me for half a block like a creeper?” He paused. “I’m not sure if I should be flattered or severely disturbed right now.”
She looked indignant, but accepted his hand regardless. He was obviously not sorry for anything he'd just done, which he should've been, but she had a feeling he wouldn't be. "I was just making sure you were okay," she said with a sigh as she looked around the alley. "Or at least stayed okay. This isn't exactly the nicest neighborhood we're living in, and there are crazy people all over the place, and your cute ass is like prime bait." Her hand rested on her hip, as she had checked him out shamelessly while he was watching. She didn't give a fuck.
“I have a cute ass?” He quirked a brow. “Well, you have a strong sense of reality, so you can’t be too crazy.” With a sigh, he motioned back to the street. “Folks around here seem to be a little partial to the longer haired and penis impaired. But your point is valid.” If, y’know, he hadn’t been trained to take care of himself, but he wasn’t about to get into that. “But I can take care of myself. Stalkers with a sense of justice need not apply, but I appreciate the sentiment.” He paused. “Kind of.” He was smiling softly, though.
“Last time I checked,” she quipped with ease. She had absolutely no problem objectifying him. He was a hottie after all. When he started talking about taking care of himself, half of her wondered if that was directed at her because she was a woman. She settled on him telling the truth, if only because he had just pulled some crazy acrobatic shit on her. “I guess you can.” she relented as he helped her up, obviously a little grudgingly.
“Buffy, right?” She was 90% sure that was not his name, but she was just rolling with it tonight. “You don’t mind if I apply anyway, do you?” She paused a beat. “To join you on your walk?”
Oh, God. “Only at work,” he replied with a sigh but chuckled softly right afterward. “Bradley,” he said. “And you’re Angel or something, right?” Rather than having her follow him into the dark of the night, he waited for her to join him to walk by his side. The shadows weren’t the place for someone as hot as this girl.
“It’s a free country,” he replied to her question. “You can apply for whatever you want. Do you have any references?” He smirked. “Maybe we could talk about them over coffee.” He paused. “And pie. I could really use some pie right about now.” He glanced at her. “Sound good?”
“Bradley,” she said fondly as he corrected her. The look on his face when she called him Buffy was priceless. She decided she liked it. Soon, she found it was her turn to correct him. “Angela, but you can call me Angie,” she said falling in beside him and started walking with him. “I have a couple of references, but I don’t know if you’d actually know them, or like them,” she said scrunching her nose a bit.
She was actually surprised he’d asked her out for coffee. She actually smiled, genuinely smiled at that, giving a shy smile. “Coffee and pie sound excellent. Any recommendations, Bradley?” She’d shoved her hands in her back pocket feeling much like a school girl. This was turning out to be a really nice night.