It was cold. As it always is during these near-Winter days. People were either unhappy about it being so 'damn cold' or they were excited about the holiday nearing. Alice was one of the people from the third group. Who gives a damn? Alice didn't.

The only thing winter was useful for was showing off pretty fur clothes and other heavy, decorative clothes. He was decked out in stylish, fashinable clothes, high priced chic things. Nevermind the brands, just look at them! They seemed as if they were made for him, to show off his slender body and hide any small unwanted things. Not fat.

His coat was a pretty thing, ice-blue, and very warm. The coat was tight again the ower half oh his torso, the loose at the top, like a parka. The hood had fur, borgeous white, probably some poor wild animal's or something. Who knows? Who /cares/? Nooot Alice!

He is walking down the sidewalks of the city, watching people wander around, going to into stores, resteraunts, everything. He liked watching people. It let him find potential victims. His sexy stillehto-heeled boots were just gorgeous, also topped with that gorgeous white fur, clicking each time he took a step. They were leather, white actually, with platinum looking zippers leading up the side. they reached up to his knees.

Hands tucked into his coat pockets, white fur gloves were hidden. He had a matching pair of earmuffs but he hadn't bothered to wear them. Preffering to let his platinum-blonde hair hang around his face and all the way to his bum. That bum happened to look very nice in a pair of very tight ice-blue leather pants. They were tucked into his boots, and weren't decorated save for a line in glitter on the front and back going up and down the middle of his legs.

Yes, he looked good. He always looks good in light colors. And he knows it. Smug expression on glossed lips and glitter around his eyes. He's like a feline, sauntering around this city that just ain't pretty enough for him.

She's dressed, by contrast, not to look good, but to be comfortable. Light-ish black fleecy jacket over a sweatshirt, blue jeans, and black fleece gloves. Tennis shoes, because it's not snowy enough for her boots.

Still, she's not bad looking, and is even striking in a way. She doesn't seem to realize it, though, at least not to the same extent as Alice does. It would be very odd to see her strutting; it would be unnatural.

She glides, rather, or skips, or dances. She's not so much excited about the holiday--because it means she'll be going home soon, and that's not a particularly fun prospect--but rather about winter itself.

You don't get winter in Texas, you know.

And then she spots Alice. And her eyes narrow, and she puts her hands on her hips, and favors him with a glare.

I know you, you hurt my friend!

Alice was minding his own business! He was about to turn away when he feels eyes on him. Well, eyes ar always on him, but insteead of appreciative, jealous, or lusty looks, this one isn't friendly at all. What the hell? After straightening out his platinum framed glasses, he looked around shortly before spotting the one who was sending the glare in his direction.

And raised an elegant eyebrow.

He simply rolled his eyes than. Probably some girl who's boyfriend found him to be prettier than her. she wasn't bad, he looked over quickly, no, but he still was more beauitful. Of course. Another oll of the eyes and he turned, walking in the opposite direction, sauntering actually.

Becuase he is just so good. He doesn't need to voice himself, his aura, looks, style says that all for him.

She throws a dirty snowball at him.

Gee, rude much?

But it has a point. Get his attention, and wipe that insufferable expression off his face. You know, basically force him not to ignore her.

She's aiming for his head, but given her past record, it's more likely that she'll hit him somewhere in the middle of the back.

It's a very dirty snowball. Probably it will leave a nasty stain on his lovely coat.

Ha.

It does hit him in the middle of his back and he stops then. To his luck, it doesn't leave a stain, but it was hard enough to cause a mld spasm of pain down his back. His wings are already from from him flying in the cold, winter air. they are stored away of course, but his back still hurts.

He frowns.

Then turns around slowly, expression straight and serious. Hewalked toward her. Click. Click. Click. Of those expensive shoes. He has long legs, it doesn't take long to get near her. He is standing in front of her, hands tucked in.

His ice-blue eyes are cold and too intense as they rake up and down her body before settling on her face. He looks like a Nazi who got smacked with a model's wardrobe. Cold. Silent. And oh so very condescending.

But he isn't saying anything.

Taryn's sister often complains about the look that Taryn is giving Alice. At one and the same time, she manages to look completely innocent--Who, me? I could never have thrown that--and thoroughly smug--Ha ha, I hit you with a dirty snowball.

"Yes?"

She's not certain if she wants to make this a complete confrontation, just yet.

Only she kind of forced that, didn't she. Oops.

Oops indeed.

Alice's smile was thin, humorless, and very uninviting. He wasn't angry, but he wasn't pleased. He brushed a few pale locks out of his face, fingers flexing in his coat. A snort.

"You have poor aim."

He looked down at her. Intensely, harshly, condescending. He is actually an intimidating person. He's had practice.

"Well, actually, yes I do. Only this time I did hit what I was aiming at."

She grins.

Fun.

(Though there is an undercurrent of bravado under the taunting, and an element of fear. I don't suppose he can tell, though, as she is very used to hiding this, and she did start this little... altercation, after all.)

"So I noticed, but here is a thought, to celebrate, why don't you be a good little girl and go run off, hmm? I'm sure someone who cares is waiting for you."

Sarcasm.

Plain ol' sarcasm.

Alice simply looked down at her. He had no time to waste. Why? He had nothing to do. Well, he's decided he did have something to do. Ditch the little bitch.

"Nope."

She cocks her head, and despite being shorter than he, gives the impression of looking sternly at him from a great height.

"'s your name Alice?"

Alice looks back down, feeling slightly amused now. Women. Small bodies, big attitudes. Its always the same. Maybe that is why he rarely did much else but bed 'em. Only good for popping out babies anyways...he snorted and shrugged at the other's question.

"What's it to you?"

Really his name isn't Alice, it is the shortened version of his real name, which he finds unnattractive. Any guesses at what it is?

"We'll say I'm curious."

Only that's not it at all.

She wants to know if this is the person who hurt Wick so much, and if so, she wants to give him a lecture likely to burn his ears off.

She's got practice at those. It comes with lots of siblings.

"I'll say too bad."

Alice cocked his head, giving a slight shrug as he looked down with a mock shocked look. He raised his hands, lips pressing together before he spoke.

"Sorry princess but I don't give out my names to those who are simply curious. Depends on how you are curious, and who you know that I know."

That is how he meets a lot of people, friend of a bed buddy or victim who tries to get with him somehow.

Taryn folds her arms.

"Well, you fit the description my friend gave me." She pauses to remember it, then quotes, "Reeeally tall. And he has blond hair and it's really long, and glasses, and he dresses kind of like a girl, but like a weirdly dressed girl."

Is he offended yet?

Of course not.

Alice cracked a grin but the grin looked like a more friendlier part of a sneer. He could imagine who would've said something like that.

"Is your friend pesky, unclean, and has a tendency to put theirself into situations that are probably bad for them?"