#andreaxscar

[thewrongendofhideandsecret]

And Andrea-free-of-Isaac because otherwise this would be really awkward.

But really.

Yum. 

[thewrongendofhideandsecret]

In which this Andrea could be Isaac-Andrea and is interchangeable as himself because Scar has given in and admitted she loved him despite his dick. 

[thewrongendofhideandsecret]

Meeting Andrea

Andrea: *Heels, she didn't know why women complained about them so often; she was doing just fine in them. Then again, she supposed the straps gave some added stability. Strappy heels, a silver and sequined sheer mini dress and a simple clutch where part of her wardrobe for the night, generously provided by her sister who had suggested for the umpteenth time that Andrea make the gender change permanent. She was, of course, flattered, but she preferred how things were right now. She entered the bar that Nat had mentioned Scar would be at, looking around and spotted her in an instant, mid-rejecting some poor unsuspecting male. Lips twitching, she made her way to the bar, arriving just as the guy was leaving, tail tucked firmly between his legs. Andrea slid into the bar stool next to Scar's easily, crossing her legs as she remarked casually* Are you normally that hostile torwards strangers, sweetheart? *she smiles briefly before turning to the bartender* Tequila sunrise, please. Scar: *in her usual thigh-high stomper boots and a thin, cotton, deep-v purple dress that hugged all her curves and with a skirt that flirted out to skin the top of her thighs, hair pulled back in a 'fancy' bun because Nat insisted on doing her hair. She takes a deep drink after the guy left; after the hissy she gave, it then surprised her to hear someone else talking to her, and she took the time as the girl ordered to look her up and down, tilt her head, and bring her pipe to her mouth* Only if they have cocks. *closes her eyes as she takes a puff and exhales slowly, as it'd been quite a while since she had been able to enjoy one* Andrea: *with an easy smile and a soft thank you, she picks up her drink and hmms appreciately after a sip and then turns back to Scar, lips twitching before she remarks* Lucky me. *she takes another sip, afterwards gesturing at her drink - a glass of scotch, not exactly very light* Rough week? Or is anything with the word cock in it not your style? *meaning cocktails, of course. She quite enjoyed fruity mixed drinks actually, both of her egos did, but she only tended to indulge with Andrea* Scar: *eyebrow raises slightly in surprise and puts out her smoke, slipping the pipe back into her boot as she turns the stool a little to face this girl* You could say that. I tend to like extremes. *studies her a little more* I don't...think, I've seen you around here before. Andrea: *smile behind her glass as she sips her delightfully pink drink; she licks her lips and places it on the counter* Because I haven't been around before. My roommate recoomended it. *she extends her manicured hand out, saying simply* Andrea. Scar: *smirks a little as she takes Andrea's hand* Scar. It'll be a pleasure to have met you, I'm sure. So where is this recommending roommate? Andrea: One can only hope. *she takes her hand back delicately, clicking her nails against the glass before raising it to her lips once more. She chuckles, sighing afterwards* Found a more attractive companion for the night, apparently. All the night for me to stay out all night, really. Scar: *shakes her head in amusement and sets her own drink back down* Sounds like we're in the same boat then. I wouldn't say more attractive...just different. *wets her lips so she doesn't purse them* Andrea: Different. *she repeats, trying out the word for herself knowing perfectly well what Scar meant, but she had to stay in the act and that was all but second nature to Andrea when she had heels and a thong on* Must be some kind of impressive different to have left you drinking by yourself. *shrugs before she says brightly* Their loss, my gain. *takes another sip of her drink* Scar: *mhms, turning around further to lean back with her elbows against the bar and grin at Andrea* Blonde. Endowed. *sticks her tongue into her cheek* She's got an unfortunate soft spot. *grins* Maybe. *reaches back for her refilled drink* So what do you do? Andrea: Ah, neglected for cock. *she laughs once, a bright but genuine sound, before she raises her glass towards Scar* We really are in the same boat then. *grins as she passes a hand through her soft black curls, moving it behind her shoulder* I'm a film major. Well. Aspiring, film major. But my acceptance letter to the London Film Academy is bound to arrive soon. *smiles* Now I just wait tables for something to do. And yourself? *sip of the drink. She signaled the tender for another. These were just incredible* Scar: Not so much neglected as decidedly uninvolved. It's...a special relationship. *shrugs, unbothered, but raises her glass anyways* To your in-route acceptance, then. A student, for now. I choreograph on the side and play in some recording studios per request. Once I graduate I'll likely go into law enforcement though. I kind of thrive at defense. Andrea: *shrugs as well* Well, if it's not broken, don't fix it. *grinning, she waits for her new drink before raising her glass as well* Cheers, love. *licking her lips after her sip, her eyebrows rise in interest - and it was genuine, as even in her male form she had never heard Scar sing at her best. Only at her drunkest, after excessive prodding from the girls* Singer, dancer, enforcer. *wiggles her eyebrows* Sounds almost too good to be true. *licks her lips and then flicks scar's boots with her nails* Not hiding a pair of handcuffs in there, are you? *grins* Scar: *watches her mouth for a moment and then takes a sip, slowing down now that her purpose wasn't to get totally smashed and find her way to a bed* Don't be too excited; I've long been over the world of fame and arts. *laughs in surprise at the question and bends her knee up so that her heel is on the stool, unzipping to show one around her ankle* It was a joke at first...then I just got used to having it there. Andrea: *eyebrows rise in surprise and delight, her eyes followed the trail as the zipper came down, her grin widening before she laughed, licking her lips again and grinning* Surprise, surprise. If I were a lesser girl I'd be intimidated. Scar: I lost a bet, really. I have the...*shakes her head* Friends. For a while it was all but superglued there. Then they decided it'd be more fun to use, so the key went somewhere else. I might let you find it. *grins* So what does intimidate you? Andrea: *chuckles, taking another sip of her drink as she listens, briefly wondering what else those girls up there would be daring each other to do. She had clues, teasing remarks said over breakfast* Never boring then? *licks her lips, taking the opportunity to look her up and down, wondering where that key might be, before looking back at her* Oh, I'm very good at finding things. *her lips twitched; a hufflepuff trait, for some reason* Guess. *grins* Scar: *zips her boot back up and fixes her dress so that she's not giving anyone who looked a peek and agrees,* Never. We like to push each other to try all kinds of new things and it's hard to say no. *smirks at the perusal, holding her arms out for a second to show it wasn't visible at that moment* Are you? Hm. *looks down at the remainder of her scotch and throws it back* Well apparently not me, which I have to tell you is highly unusual.