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Perfect and Shit
Dramatis Personae Eric, Shelby	2013-05-17 '
Location <NYC> Village Lofts - Rooftop - East Village
It tends to be windy, up here, but the presence of plastic table and folding chairs suggests that nevertheless building residents occasionally make their way out to this rooftop. With a good view of Tompkins Square Park less than a block away it's a good spot for city-watching. There's a railing around the edge, though it might be possible (if /unwise/) to climb over it to the narrow concrete ledges beyond and from there to the fire escape. Centrally, someone has broken down crates and constructed a small raised-bed garden up here, barren in winter but filled in three other seasons with a small assortment of herbs and vegetables. Friday morning dawns hazy and humid, after a long sleepless night--not all of it bad, else Shelby would probably look to be in even worse shape than she is. The teenager is dressed for school--a black pleated schoolgirl skirt, gold leggings, and a t-shirt knotted at her stomach with a design on the front that shows a stained glass pope smoking a doobie--but has yet to brush her hair, brush her teeth, possibly even have breakfast! First things first: cigarette and coffee. She's perched on top of the picnic table to look out over the park, one of Jax's coffee mugs in one hands, a smoke pinched between two fingers in the other. Not only are her eyes puffy but the right is smudged with bruises, as is her cheek. Looks like /someone/ got bitch slapped. The door to the roof opens and closes. "Hey there," Eric rumbles, reaching into his jeans pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He taps the container against his hand as he walks over to Shelby. Taking a cigarette out and sticking it in his mouth, it almost falls out again when he rounds the table and looks Shelby in the face. "Damn, Shelby, who'd you piss off?" he asks, lighting the end of his cigarette and looking her over. "Somehow I don't think it was Jax did that t'ya." Shelby turns a look over her shoulder when the door is heard but beyond that, any acknowledgement or greeting of Eric's arrival is kept until he's at the table. She is, in fact, covering a huge yawn when he approaches near enough for a smile. After the yawn, of course. "Wrong place, wrong time. I kind've fucked up but he hasn't kicked me out yet. Or hit me. Must be doing something right." She bends to set the mug on the bench seat, then pats the spot beside her to invite him to sit. "You comin' from Ryan's or something?" "Nah, just came t'talk to Jax for a couple'a minutes." Eric says, as he climbs onto the table next to her. It creaks alarmingly underneath his weight, but - for the moment, at least - doesn't do more than sag. Eric doesn't seem to mind as he tosses a muscled arm over Shelby's shoulders and squeezes her against his side. "Wish I was comin' from Ryan's. I could use a good lay, after last night." This last part is muttered, more to himself than to Shelby. "Well, yeah. Are you stayin' with Jax these days, or...?" Muttered or not, it leaves Shelby tilting her head to the side to get a better look at his expression. Squished up against him, the angle is poor, but she looks anyway. "Kinda. While the twins're...y'know. Just nights, I'm still going to school. Doc's been cool about it so far. What happened last night?" And there it is! He had to have known she would ask; curiosity trumps all. "Guy was doin' some experimentin'. Wasn't a successful experiment." Eric adds, lips twisting into a bit of a grin. "And then I had work right after, and then I came here. You can imagin', I'd like'ta have visited Ryan." he teases, taking a long drag on his cigarette and blowing smoke out of his mouth in a long jet that curls into nothingness a few feet away. "That's one hot guy." "Oh yeah? Sounds kinky." Which puts a bold grin back on Shelby's face. "Maybe you can catch him for a quickie on your way down, huh? He probably won't be awake for /hours/ though. Stupid fucking school schedule, I dunno why they think anyone can brain in the morning. It's dumb." She lets her head tilt up against his shoulder and goes relaxed, with Eric providing all of the support. The only tension in her body is the muscle movement needed to bring her cigarette to her lips. "What'd you do to him? Handcuffs? Whips? Scare him off, huh?" "Nah. He couldn't control his powers. Mind-controlled me a couple'a times." Eric shivers and shakes his head. "I gotta tell ya, Shelbs, I'm a pretty open guy, but that's one thin' that's just /not/ on my menu." He squeezes the arm around Shelby once more and grins down at her. "Too bad, too. Guy's hot as hell." It is early, her brain is not entirely coffeed, so it takes Shelby a minute. One second she's grinning with Eric, even snickering at his predicament--poor horny cop, denied his fun times--and the next she's pausing to blink at him. "Wait, like...ate your brain? While you were trying to...what'd he look like? Asian dude, really skinny? Kind of makes this face a lot?" She demonstrates, twisting her expression into more of a scowl. "Yeah. Lives here, I think." Eric says, glancing around the rooftop with a brief look of amusement. "You know him?" He looks over Shelby's face, tilting his head to one side. "Hot, huh? Tell me you wouldn't want to hit that if given the chance." he drawls, flicking eyes up and down Shelby. "Or vice-versa. I ain't no bad catch neither." he says, teasing. "What the fuck, /Hive/? /Hive/ wanted to fuck you?" Which...is maybe not the best thing to say after Eric chooses to phrase his teasing /that/ way. But Shelby is still gobsmacked. It takes her a moment to catch up again. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, shit, man. You're fucking amazing but.../Hive/. Damn." Color her confused in this pre-coffee state. She sinks against his ribs again and looks back to the park, eyebrows drawing together. "I've been trying to hit that for /ever/, he won't let me." Eric blinks at Shelby, but he looks too amused to look insulted. "Yeah, well, I guess that means he likes you." he says, brightly, smile slanting across his face. "Guy /told/ me he didn't like me. S'why he wanted to fuck me. Didn't care if he fucked me up as well as fucked me, yeah?" He leans backwards, supporting himself on one well-muscled arm, as the arm wrapped around Shelby trails lightly up and down her side. "Guy ain't ready. Maybe after'a couple more appointments with ol' Doctor Eric here, we can work sommat out." He knows her well--the quickest way to settle Shelbs down is with that sort of touch. She shivers, shoots a sudden and reflexive grin back at him, and reaches out to squeeze his knee. Not that there's much squeezing to be done. Small, puny hand, powerful bike cop leg. It's the thought that counts, right? "I guess it does. You gonna fix him up right for me, huh? You're such a giver, Eric. Like, seriously." "I try." Eric says, with the tone of a martyr. "Sainthood. I know, it's comin'. But I'm a givin' spirit, and I just gotta help my fellow man." A pause. "Or woman. You know, I just, want to give. My cock. Some love." This is, perhaps, not the most self-sacrificing statement that has been ever said, all things considered, and only the mischievous twinkle in his eyes shows that he is not seriously expecting veneration. Now, Shelby's not a religious person, but one doesn't have to be to know some of the rituals. Biting her lip /hard/ to try to maintain the proper expression of respect, she reaches out and sketches the shape of a cross over Eric's lap. "See? If everyone would just love the cock, we'd totally have world peace. And maybe no more babies, but hey! World peace." Then she can't hold it in anymore--she's hit with the giggles. It's a rare fit and sounds so /girly/, which is probably why she fights them most of the time. "I dunno. I fuckin' /love/ the cock, and I've still came pretty close to havin' some kids runnin' around in the past." Eric drawls flirtatiously, winking at Shelby and shaking his head. "World peace. I just... am strivin' for it." He winks and rubs at Shelby's side once more, the slow movements very much not ticklish. "Maybe if everyone just loves /yours/," Shelby muses once her voice is able to hold a steady line. "But then all the babies would be yours too and that's just fucked up, dude." She sinks into him after throwing away the cigarette butt--it's burned down while she wasn't looking--then closes her eyes. It is a pleasant drowsiness that settles over her, broken only by the occasional shiver. "...you think you can really help him figure out how...?" "Nah." Eric says, bluntly. "I can't fix shit." he says, and his voice softens to a gentler tone. "He's gotta do that. All I can do is be around if'n he wants to try." he straightens up his hand and presses the back of his hand to his forehead. "All self-sacrificin' like." "Well, /I'd/ be grateful. If you pulled it off. I mean, I know you're doin' it from the goodness of your heart and all, but..." Shelby hides her grin by turning her face towards him, nuzzling into his shirt. At least until she is reminded of the bruising, whereupon she sits up straight and touches her fingers to it. "Hey, if I tell everyone I got this in a car chase with the cops, helping ya'll catch a bad guy, would you back me up?" Eric's hand rises to card through Shelby's hair and his smile tilts into a slant. "Sure, Shelbs. Why the hell not?" he asks, and his fingers turn down to trail down Shelby's face, rounding around the bruising with surprisingly gentle touches. His hand drops down into his lap a moment later, and he straightens up. "Alright. I guess I should get on the road. Did what I came for." Shelby reciprocates by taking the hand she has held to her face and reaching up to curl her fingers behind his neck. He is pulled towards her with mighty, mighty muscles--or just the promise of a kiss, which is delivered once she has him in range. Only after he's good and kissed does she let go to say, "/Now/ you can go." When Eric pulls away from the kiss, his eyes are darkened and his voice is slightly graveled. "Well, now I don't /want'ta/ go." he complains, taking another long drag of his cigarette and then grinds it out on the table. "Tease," he says, and the tone in his voice is a mix of bemused and fond. "Damn fuckin' tease." "Hey, I got school. In case you didn't /know/, I'm /trying/ to be like...perfect and shit now." And just to prove the point, Shelby slides off of the table to make sure she stays out of arm's reach of him. She is grinning, of course. "And it's a long ass drive out there. Now I'll have something nice to think about on the way." Eric glowers at her and sticks out his tongue at her. "Yeah, and now I'll have somethin' to get out of my mind before I take out my black book and /wipe/ it out." he teases, rolling off of the table. He stretches out, muscles cracking softly in his back and shoulders. "See'ya 'round, Shelbs." he says, giving her a mock-salute. Shelby returns his childish gesture with a blown kiss. "You know you love it! See you later, huh?" Once he's ambling towards the door, she retrieves the mug from the table--it's gone cold enough to toss back without a wince--then she's heading to the elevator too. School. Boooooo.