Her day of classes had been hectic. Hurrying from one class to another. She'd very nearly been late to two of her classes. What a day. To top it off, she's got homework that she has to work on over the weekend. Not how she had wanted to spend her weekend but that's the life of a college student. She would get her studies and such done long before the weekend was over. She always did. She was very serious about her studies. She didn't want to disappoint her parents by failing any of her classes. She wanted to make them proud by being the first one of their kids to have actually gone off to college.

It's Friday evening around eight o'clock pm. It's not very often that she actually wants to go out on a Friday night but after a long week of classes, she feels she deserves a break for a change. Besides, she's not seen or heard from Tripp in a couple of days. She's hoping to run into him at some point. The morning after she'd let him sleep in the extra bed in her dorm room, he'd woken before she did and had left her a note before letting himself out of the room. (Already talked to Christina about this and that's how we're going to be playing it out.) She had been a bit disappointed that he'd gone before she'd gotten up. That's why she was hoping to run into him.

Tonight she's wearing a tight black mini skirt and a tight, short red tank top that comes down to just above her belly button. Over the tank top she's wearing a black sheer button up blouse that isn't button but is tied in the front just below her belly button. She doesn't appear to have panty lines when looking at her from behind. That's because she's wearing a black sting thong. (Not that anyone really wanted to know about her underwear.) On her feet are heels that are the same color as her tank top. She's left her long hair down and flowing. Very, very rarely does she ever tie it back in any way. She's wearing no make-up. She doesn't need it.

She walks like a woman with a purpose. And she does have one. She's headed for the nightclub 'Faded'. She doesn't drink but knows how to have a good time without the alcohol. Light grey eyes check out the nightclub upon first walking in. The place is hopping tonight being that it's Friday night. Surely she'll be able to find someone to dance with and such that isn't going to try anything funny and try to get into her pants. Sorry guys. It's just not going to happen. Even though she dresses the way she does, she is still a virgin and plans to stay that way until that very special someone comes into her life. She's not looking either. She just wants to dance.

Once she's looked around a bit, she heads over to the bar to order a cherry coke. After getting her drink, she just stands there at the bar for a bit and looks around. She's just watching everyone else for the time being. Getting a feel for tonights crowd before joining in on all the fun.

Tripp had indeed left so suddenly those few days ago. He had awoken before she did, by some crazy miracle that he still had yet to figure out, and had written her a short note explaining his disapearence. And after he took one last look at her peaceful, beautiful sleeping face, he left the dorm room, and the university grounds. He had not seen her since that morning.

In that 'few day period', Tripp had done a whole lot of nothing. It crossed his mind quite a few times to go seek out the Mexican girl again, but he dismissed it each time. He knew she had school on her mind, and that was probably the only thing on her mind. And of course, he didnt want to mess with that. She chose that as her priority, and it wasnt his place to interfere with it in any way. Keep in mind though, that it was rather fustrating for the lycan.

So far, Tripp still knew little to nothing about the vast city he called his residence, for the moment atleast. He had made it his buisness to avoid most of...everyone. He wasnt the social type. Like...seriously. The majority of the people he often saw were the stereotypers, and he often avoided them. They were simply ignorant, and it was only so much of it he could deal with before he snapped and made excuses to slaughter.

Night had fell on the city as it did at this time everyday, and this was Tripp's cue to get out and about. On this lovely night, Tripp's attire consisted of baggy, black bondage pants with green stitching, and a mesh-fishnest shirt. Keep in mind that there is nothing underneath this mesh shirt; in other words, Tripp's toned upper body was visible for the most part (As is his massive tattoo across his back). His extensive slew of jewlery was also present (See profile for complete list). The change of 'shirt' was on the occassion of clubing, despite the fact that he isnt one to show off any of his features, good or bad.

Yes, Tripp was on his way to the club 'Faded'. Hounestly, it wasnt his scene. But that wasnt the reason he was going in this direction tonight. No, it was because he was following 'her' scent. It was Friday, meaning no school was in his way. Tonight, he would see her again.

Slipping into the dark club, he makes sure to blend into that shadowy feel. He would remain unvisible by most, as whom would look his way anyhows? He was stealthy, and he did this for a reason. The element of surprise was so treasured by he. He already knew where 'she' was. He needed not his sight to guide him. Her scent was enough.

Maintaining his expert silence, he snuck up right behind her. He would then move right up to her, as close as he could possibly get without touching her. His head would come right next to her, and he would whipser lightly in her ear, his tone so smooth and gentle it was almost unbelieveable that it was coming from him.

"Why hello there..."

Usually, she'd have been able to smell him easily. But she would have had to have known that he was here in the first place to be able to smell him over the sweaty bodies, the alcohol and the smell of cigarette smoke. If she hadn't come here hoping to have a good time, she'd have left already. It was the cigarette smoke that was annoying her sensitive sense of smell the most.

The sudden feel of someone behind her so very close almost caused her to turn around and nail whoever had the balls enough to dare get that close even though they weren't touching her. But then his voice came to her ear. A smile broke out across her face and she turned around towards him.

"Tripp!" she said with much joy in her voice. "I thought not see you again! You here with someone?"

The tone of her voice brought a slight grin to Tripp's face. She sounded happy to see him. And he was indeed happy to see her. He actually missed her company, and not to mention her beautiful, broken english. He was starting to prefer her speech above all others. Weird.

When she asked if he was here with anyone elese, he narrowed his eyes slightly and grinned. A devious look, one might say. But it was all in good fun. Nothing dirty or cruel, mind you. "Naw. I came here to find you."

Yes. She was happy to see him. She really had thought she wasn't going to see him again after letting him crash for the night in her dorm room. Wouldn't that have sucked? Open your door to someone to give them a place to crash for the night and then never see them again. Yeah. It would have. Especially considering that there was something about this guy that she liked and wanted to get to know. Lord knows she needs to finally make some friends in this city. She's not made any yet. So here's to hoping.

She looked surprised by his words. Almost as if she didn't believe him. "Really?" she asked. Her voice sounding just as surprised as the look on her face. "No way..." She couldn't believe that he was really here looking for her. She set her glass on the bar and grabbed his hand before pulling him towards the dance floor. "Dance!" As in 'dance with me'.

Tripp grinned warmly at her surprise. "Indeed..." He reached in the back pocket of his heavy bondage pants and whipped out a beautiful dark-red rose. He presented it to her, bowing slightly. "For you. Think of it as an apology for leaving so suddenly the other day" He gave her an apologetic face.

When she grabbed his hand and attempted to drag him out to the dance floor, he guided himself back with a steedy tug. "Uhhhh. No. Dancing really isnt my scene. In fact...clubing isnt really my scene. I just came here to find you." He put a hand on the bar as if to secure himself this time should she try to drag him again. He wouldnt dance. No. Not his thing. At all.

Her face brightened further as he handed her the rose. "No need to apologize," she said as she took the rose and smelled it. "But since you do it anyway... Accepted apology."

"Oh please..." she said batting her long eyelashes without even realizing she was doing so. "Dance... Just once."