Elle Smythe

Talking and Tacos || Syn+Arlo

arloxhess:

He nodded and smiled, “Okay, I won’t be a creep about it and I will let you eat first.” He gave a stern nod and when she held out her hand he slightly hesitated, his fingers curling and then releasing before he took her hand. Sometimes this result in him shocking the person. Like one of those hand buzzers, especially with him fully charged like he was. He didn’t worry with the last bit she said though he just… he felt something different. For once someone didn’t jerk away and glare at him causing him to giggle.

This was a pull… like he felt when he was touching something and allowing it to take the power he had stored up. This was different and he didn’t know there could be someone that was like him but he had a feeling that she was so he jerked his hand away and nervously rubbed it down his t-shirt as he looked her over again. “I uh…” He had no words, his mouth was dry as he took in the possibility of meeting another person that was like him in the same damn city.

It happened all too quickly. As soon as her hand touched his, she felt the pull and the receive of it. It was like getting a sudden dose of caffeine. Sudden energy. She could feel it travelling up her arm and into her core. And even further observation of what had just happened could be seen when her eyes began to crackle with electricity, sparking outward for the few moments their contact was continued until Arlo pulled his hand away from their grip.

As soon as her hand was free, she would repeat the same process that Arlo had just gone through, rubbing the palm of her hand, which still tingled with power, against the backside of her jeans. “Goddamnit.” She grumbles, blinking a few times and taking a step away from Arlo. Strands of her hair slowly begin to rise and float in the air, a product of the static electricity that travelled along the surface of her skin. Flexing her fingers, she turns her attention to Arlo. “What are your powers?” She asks clearly, wanting information before she ended up shorting out her electronics at home.

#soundtrack

What was the last song you listened to?

This.

Are you a furry?

“I’m a stripper.”

favorite number

roller coaster or carousel?

“…is this another sexuality question?”

are you a taco or hotdog kinda person?

“…is this a sexuality question? If so, taco.”

She who is most fashionable of us all, please bestow upon us the finest of fashion tips.

“Brows. Lashes. Lips. Frame the face. Also, wear clothing you’re comfortable wearing. It shouldn’t be too revealing, but fashionable enough for people to compliment you.”

Talking and Tacos || Syn+Arlo

arloxhess:

He sighed and nodded, looking much like a sad puppy, “Alright… so does that mean next time we could hang out?” His brows furrowed with confusion as one eye narrowed and the other stayed open. It was clear he wasn’t all there but he was trying to be a normal person in society.. well as best he could anyway. He smiled when she said that and nodded, “Sounds like a deal. If I catch you here again, I’ll try not to ask you to hang out right away.” Yeah, he was still confused on how this worked. His arm stuck out though at her introduction, his brain knowing that was what was supposed to happen next, “I’m Arlo. It’s nice to meet you, Syn. I’m sorry I interrupted your lunch.”

Syn smirks, a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. “Yeah, we can hang out next time. As long as you’re not a creep about it.” He seemed harmless, but who knew what kind of masks people wore in public. For all she knew, she could be chatting up a serial killer.

“If you catch me here, let me eat first. Denying me food is a good way to get chewed out, just for reference.” She laughs, stepping forward and toward Arlo, offering the man a hand in greeting. “You’re fine, hun. Wasn’t as much you as the jackass that likes oogling tits.”

Talking and Tacos || Syn & Pandora

#thread: talking and tacos #pandoraevit

pandoraevit:

“I try to live by the better to be safe than sorry method of life.”She replied with a soft smile appearing on her lips. “Wow now he sounds like quite the jerk, I commend you for putting up with guys like that because I would not be able to take it at all. It must be a really great job to have though. Pleasure to meet you too Syn. That’s a really interesting name, don’t think I’ve ever met anybody called Syn before.”

“It’s a good way to live.” Syn agrees, nodding softly. Better to be safe than sorry, indeed. With her abilities, however, weapons weren’t needed for safety. Just a false sense of damsel in distress to catch would be assailant off guard. Syn shrugs softly, lips parting with a smile. “It has its pros and cons. The big pro is the amount of money people throw at you just because they can see your tits and snatch. Easily score a grand or so on a good Friday or Saturday. The cons, well…you’ve witnessed one of them.” She shrugs. There were better, less naked and safer ways of making money, but Syn didn’t care for the monotony of a nine-to-five desk job. Spicing it up is the way to live life, in her opinion.

“Ah, it’s my middle name. Been going by it since I was a kid. First name is Elle.” She offers the woman a belated wave in greeting before lifting her drink to her lips, sucking through the straw.

Talking and Tacos || Syn+Arlo

arloxhess:

His lips spreading into a tight line as he bowed. “My apologies, I really don’t get out much… it just be nice to actually have some friends instead of journeying the city by myself. That’s getting really old, really fast.” He smiled and nodded, “Good, don’t take my awkwardness personally either, I will probably avoid touching you at all cost. I uh… I tend to shock people.” He laughed, forcing air from his nostrils before his head tilted back. He shrugged and nodded, wrapping up his garbage and putting it in the bag. “Yeah, unfortunately my weekend gets cut short. I go back to… work… Saturday afternoon.” He sighed, not excited about the testing sessions that would be starting over again this week.

Syn takes another sip of her drink, exhaling softly and allowing the flavors to run rampant in her mouth. Lifting a hand, she waves off the man’s words, smile still spread across her features. “Gotta start slow. Can’t just come off asking if random people want to hang out from the get-go, man.” Not to mention that their first conversation was about someone that strikeout attempting to charm Syn. Better icebreakers exist.

She nods softly, reaching for her bag, Syn pulls it to her shoulder and finally steps onto her feet. “Well, I eat here often. It’s cheap and on the way and fulfils my unending craving for spicy foods and sweet cinnamon drinks.” She tilts her styrofoam cup from left to right. “If you ever catch me again, maybe we can do something then, yeah? My name is Syn, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

Talking and Tacos || Syn & Pandora

#thread: talking and tacos #pandoraevit

pandoraevit:

Pandora tilted her head a little as she picked up her drink she got with her food and took a small sip before placing it back down on the table in front of her. “Really? Well just make sure that you stay safe if you do end up seeing him again. I honestly didn’t like the look of him,unless he’s a friend of a friend and that’s how you know him.” She replied,looking over at her shoulder,the man now turning the corner.

“No problem. Yeah I guess you’re right,you do have to be careful around here don’t you.” She looked at her with a small smile. “Oh I forgot to introduce myself,I’m Pandora.”

“I always am, hun.” Syn smiles. If that jackass did decide to visit her during work, one word and he’d be tossed out on his ass, no matter his possible connections. Syn made money for the club, not him. “Nah, just some horndog that likes oogling women that get naked for a living.” A small smirk form on Syn’s lips, peering down at the leftovers of her food and re-closing the container it had came in, opting to save it for later.

Reaching aside the container, Syn grabs a napkin and wipes her fingernails free of any food debris, eyes shifting to look at the blonde once again. “I’m Syn. A pleasure to meet you, hun.”

Talking and Tacos || Syn & Raja

#thread: talking and tacos #raja-ellis

raja-ellis:

Raja couldn’t help the smirk that took over her lips at the comment and she took another bite, pride twinkling in her eyes that had to have been similar to other patrons who Syn was so good at buttering up. She took a long drink to wash down the food and leaned back in her seat, wiping her mouth as she took a moment to look the other woman over, making no attempt to hide the wandering eyes.

“I think that sounds pretty damn lovely,” she said, smile still on her lips as she finished her drink and piled the empty cup in the paper tray, standing and making her way over to Syn, watching as she finished her own food before picking up her waste as well and moving over to the recycling bin, tossing them in. “So. Any particular night that would be better for a visitor when you might not be as busy?” She asked, coming back to her table, sitting across from her this time.

It just made a night easier when dancing for women. They knew how to treat her. No ass pinches or wandering hands. They just enjoyed the show and the attention. Those were nights Syn wished would happen every night. Her own eyes stay fixed on the brunette she was speaking with, watching her as she finally stands and moves to pick up the waste from her meal and Syn’s before disposing of them.

Her tongue presses the inside of her cheek as she idly shrugs at the woman’s question, drumming fingernails along the table. “I’m busy every night I work, hun. If I’m not on stage, I’m being eye candy and giving personal dances. You could always special request me, though. I won’t charge you too much.”

Talking and Tacos || Syn & Pandora

#thread: talking and tacos #pandoraevit

pandoraevit:

Pandora could hear the sounds of the woman laughing as soon as the man struggled to keep his balance before he gave Pandora a glare and walked away from the two of them,still swearing under his breath.She quickly pulled her bag back to her side before brushing her hair from her face so she could take another bite of her food.

“Yeah,that would have been quite funny,I knew I should have tapped it just in case he came back around and tried what he just done to you with another woman. You know,to have as evidence.”

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Syn’s fingernails dig into the tortilla of her meal, tearing it apart and picking at the salsa covered grilled steak beneath it, pulling it to her mouth and chewing. Using the same hand, she covers her mouth before she speaks, still chewing. “It’s fine. Chances are he’s going to see me again before anyone else…” She trails off, peering down the road in the direction the man went. He knew where she worked. Now that she thought about it, maybe goading him wasn’t the best idea. Ah well, that’s what bouncers are for.

Turning her attention back to the blonde, Syn smiles. “Thanks anyway for the thought. Can’t be too careful around this part of the city.” It was a major metropolitan city, not many places would be considered safe unless you knew the right people or could protect yourself.

Talking and Tacos || Syn+Arlo

arloxhess:

His brows furrowed and he shrugged, “I got some cash. I’m an airhead but not a complete air head.” He rolled his eyes his head jerking with attitude as he started on another taco. He chewed and clearly was thinking about something before he swallowed and slurped at the pretty much empty soda. Oh yeah, that’s why he had come here. He was thirsty. He held up his hands in defense, swallowing the bite he had taken, “Not is creepy douche bag way but would you wanna do something… like with me?” He scratched the back of his head before he stopped and shook his head, finishing off his food. “I mean.. I just don’t get out much, which means not a lot of friends and yeah. Fun stuff should be done with other people right? At least that’s what you see on the TV all the time, ya know?”

Syn shrugs, closing the lid on her food and deciding to keep the leftover for later. Reaching for the drink she had purchased and had yet to touch, she pulls the straw to her lips and sips on the delicious sweet cinnamon flavored liquid and exhales softly with a satisfied look on her face.

“Still kinda coming off as a creep. Not as big as the other fucker, but there’s an irk.” She says with a smile on her face and another shrug. “But don’t take it personally, I just have a bad history with guys in general. At least you haven’t tried to touch me yet.” She chuckles softly, taking the styrofoam container, making sure it wouldn’t pop open on accident and slides it into a small plastic bag that it originally came in. With everything contained, she slips it into the bag that rested at her feet. “I mean, even with money, there’s not much to do on a Tuesday afternoon. It’s all about the weekends around here.”