It's hot outside, but the humidity is down. The sky is blue, if someone cares to risk there sight to look at it, because it's bright. Mostly cloudless, save a few puffy white things off to the west or south, depending on how good your internal compass is. It's shorts and t-shirt weather, or better yet, speedos and sunscreen. A few scattered strangers are out, walking dogs or going somewhere important. Few to none are wandering aimlessly. It's just too hot for that.

Dacia makes it few, though perhaps her wandering isn't so aimless. Her morning was spent in an almost hypnagogic state. When she'd woken, she hadn't even bothered to change or, in truth, get out of bed. She read until she couldn't anymore, then wasted the rest of the day doing random nothings, most of which she couldn't remember. Laundry, sorting things in her room, painting and repainting her fingernails... But when she found herself watching TV, she knew she had to get out of the house.

She'd spent the last half-hour gamboling about the city, when finally her errant walk had landed her on Bay Street. After pondering the meaning of it's name (what bay?) she decided that, now that she was here, she might as well pop into the theatre.

Immediately she felt out of place. Her hair, today, was done up in two long braids tyed with yellow hairbands. The blue dye that had decorated them earlier had long since gone. Her fingernails shimmered with sparkles over an obnoxious purple color. A bright orange sleevless shirt clashed against impossibly green shorts. Who knew they even made green shorts? She wore no socks today, but there was the faintest of tan lines just over her knee where her socks usually ended. On her feet instead were red flipflops.

Needless to say, she stood out a bit against the classy maroon feel of the place.

Knight came in the door, wiping sweat off his forehead and swearing just low enough under his breath so that people near him couldn't QUITE tell what he was saying. He decided that whoever decided it was best to wear a suit during a job interview should be shot.

The fact of the matter was that he'd just spent three hours taking some idiotic test to get a job as a waiter, and he'd been denied the job just because the woman before him came very close to screwing the guy at the desk then and there. Instead of going to the bar as normal, he decided to change up his routine a bit: Go to the theatre, take in the culture of the day, THEN get smashed in the privacy of his own home.

Paying more attention to the act of not catching his hair on fire while lighting his cigarette than where he was walking, he bumped rather heavily into a rather strange woman wearing...glaring brightness.

...Ok, that just took the vinegar out of his day...

He started to make some snappy remark, then bit his tounge. After all, the way his day was going, she'd probably turn out to be packing. Apparently getting a *legal* job is impossible these days...

"Sorry about that, miss...?"

As Dacia was staring about the lobby and trying to decide how to look like she had a reason to be here so they wouldn't kindly ask her to leave, she heard the familiar click of a lighter. She couldn't think of anything anyone could be lighting, other than a cigarette, but surely it couldn't be that, because this was a public building and there was no smoking allowed. That sign against the wall even said so. (All of the thought process happened in a matter of seconds, of course.)

She was just about to turn around to see what this noise was, when someone bumped into her, hard, and almost sent her sprawling across the floor. Luckily, she caught her balance and instead just stumbled forward.

The girl turned and looked up at the man (he was quite a bit taller than her) and smiled. Yes, smiled. Even in the face of a man who appeared to have a storm cloud hanging over his head, she smiled.

"That's all right."

Knight raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"...You...don't exactly look like the normal person that would be here...Took a wrong turn or somethin'?"

It was an honest question. Perhaps it was rude, but hey, he wasn't exactly in a polite mood at the moment anyway, but resisted the urge to make any truely derogatory remarks.

He took a long and quite satisfying drag from his cigarette, and blew a large amount of smoke towards the No Smoking sign. If any of the suits wanted to tell him to put it out, he'd kindly reply that they should stuff it. Then he'd promptly get kicked out of the building, but hey, that's life. And it would be worth it...

Her arms folded and she cocked her head.

"Oh really? What kind of person do I look like?" The girl decided not to bother informing him of the smoking policies, since he obviously already knew. She'd let him get himself kicked out.

Knight flashed a toothy grin, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then looked back at Dacia and shrugged, while tapping ashes from his cigarette on his hand.

"Hrm... Dressed as you are, you look more like you should be bumming on the beach. Then again, what with all of the fat fucks that cram themselves in bikinis and the like, I don't blame you for not being there."

He shuddered at that mental image, and took another drag from his cigarette.

She grinned, but it was more like a smirk.

"Interesting. Well, never judge a book by it's cover." She realized that this was a rather cliche thing to say, but it just seemed all too appropriate at the time.

Knight shook his head and tossed his cigarette on the ground, rubbing it out with his shoe. A member of the theatre's staff who was heading towards him stopped, sighed, and then promptly noticed a bum panhandling outside and went to deal with it.

"True, true. But ah don't really know if that would ring true in all cases... After all, take, for instance, the book Sex. You could tell from the cover that it was a book with, well, images of sex in it, right? So what's wrong with assuming that if someone's dressed like they should be at the beach that's where they normally are?"

He crossed his arms across his chest and leaned back against the wall.

A look of surprise and then amusement swayed her features as he launched into his speach. Instead of arguing with him, she decided to simply agree: "I suppose nothing."

The girl glanced at the cigarette that was now ground into the fancy carpet with raised eyebrows. She knew there was no point whatsoever of trying to convince this man that he really shouldn't do that. It showed utter disrespect for the theatre and the people who worked there. Obviously, he knew that. Obviously, that was the appeal. So instead, she did something completely random.

And very Dacia-like.

She asked, "May I take a picture of you?" and pulled out one of those cheap Kodak disposable cameras from the depths of her short's pocket.

Knight was taken by surprise, and didn't say anything for a few seconds as he collected his thoughts.

"...Why you'd want a picture of me, I have no clue, but sure, I really don't care. What could I do to stop you, anyway? Shoot you?"

And with that, he shook his long black hair out of his face and continued leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and one eyebrow raised.

In one smooth motion, she lifted the camera, framed the man in it, and click. Quickly, of course, so he wouldn't have time to pose or make a face. Grinning like a loon, she tucked her camera back in the pocket.

"Thanks," she said, after turning to look up at him. The teenager didn't offer an explanation for her strange behavior, she simply smiled up into his face, her mismatched eyes meeting his slightly more normal ones.

Knight looked down at the young woman and shook his head.

"You really are an odd one... Eh... What's wrong with yer eyes?"

Wow, stupid question number one, Knight, surprised it took ya that long to ask it. How'd ya not notice it before? I mean, geez, man-

Knight swatted the back of his hair with his left hand as if to tell the voice in the back of his head to shut up. He then returned his hand to his pocket and waited for an answer.

Her grin (if possible) widdened, as if to say, 'So glad you noticed.'

"Nothing. I've got 20/20 vision in both." Clearly she was just being annoying because she could.

Knight groaned and considered just poking her eyes to see if one had a colored contact in and decided against it. A few people were already looking at them strangely, anyway.

"That's nice... You are aware one eye's a different color than the other one, right? Or do you just never look in mirrors?"

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious!?" She cried (perhaps a little too loudly), putting on a great show of shock. The girl gasped and put her hand to her chest to still her 'beating heart', before grinning at the man once again. People were definately staring now. She didnt' mind. Infact, she thrived in the attention, however undesirable.

Even less undesirable than the attention from the onlookers, however, was the attention from the security. Sadly, they also earned that, and two sharply dressed men came up to them and glared at them distastefully.

"We're going to have to ask you two to leave."

Knight reached in his pocket, and lit a cigarette, inahled as deeply as he could, and then blew smoke in one the taller man's face. Coughing, he refrained from picking a fight like he oh so dearly wanted to and merely spoke.

"And there's no smoking here, sir."

Knight flashed a toothy grin, and "dropped" the cigarette so that ashes went dropping all down the arm of the man's suit and the hot end of the cigarette hit him in the hand. Knight snatched it out of the air before it hit the ground, inhaled again, blew smoke towards the no smoking sign, then dropped the cigarette and smashed it out on the floor with his right foot.

"My bad...ma'am."

And with that, he did an about face and walked out of the theatre, smirking evilly. Sure, he'd be banned from there, but that was oh so worth it.

As the men approached, Dacia was about to apologize profusely and quickly leave. But the stranger she was becoming acquainted with responded before she had a chance. She stared in shocked fascination at his display, and said nothing until he was out the door.

"Oh my... he..." She turned to the security guards, "I am so sorry about that. I'm not with him or anything, I don't even know him. Wow, what a jerk." The last part was muttered so quietly that only the two men could have heard, as she quickly and scooped the remains of the cancer stick into her hands. She brushed her hands off over a nearby garbage can as she continued, "I could stay and help you clean it up if you want." The men informed her that no, it was fine, but would the lady kindly leave if she was not going to purchase a ticket?

So she left as well, not glancing at the man she had been speaking with, and continued to walk calmly down the street.