Rex worked his way into the park, and sat at one of the many convenient benches, studded to the ground. It was already dark out, and he hadn't found a 'date'. He hadn't gone on a date for a week. Therefore, he had no sex. And this wasn't something wonderful for Rex. He was feeling drained, and tired, and all around miserable. Running his fingers through is dark hair, he let out a sigh. A grey scarf was wrapped around his neck, black leather jacket on top of a black and white tee shirt. His jeans were dark, not even faded, yet. No holes were shown in them. He had dressed to impress in his newly stolen clothes. And, although he tried so hard, he was still dateless.

He let out another sigh. He was getting a bit drowsy. Many people found this strange. As if he got sick from not having sex. He seemed to get paler, too. And dark circles formed under his eyes. He hated this so much. He hated that he felt like he had to do this. That he relied so much on women. He hated women. Lie. He loved women. But, at the moment, he hated them. Growling to himself about getting all dressed up for nothing, he sat under the moonlight in the almost vacant park.

He had absolutely /nothing/ to do. And he wished SO much for something exciting to happen. ANYTHING.

Be careful what you wish for... A voice somewhere in the back of his mind reminded him, but he ignored it, continuing to wish for /something/ to happen.

The British have always had a passion for the theatrical. Britain is the only country in the world where, come Christmas time, kids are packed off to the theatre to see men dressed up as women and women dressed up as men. Jessie, too young when her dad left to have ever heard his rants about girls who dress up as boys and boys who dress up as girls, was a product of this liberal tradition. She liked glitz and glamour. She liked body glitter (she had applied it liberally before going out) and pretty clothes. And she had no problem with dressing up.

She was only slightly tipsy upon leaving The Warehouse, and the cool breeze soon blew away any remaining head fog. Now she was chilly; despite her brother’s best efforts she hadn’t dressed up warm, and she hadn’t taken a scarf, and she didn’t have an umbrella with her. She had a tiny glittery pink handbag that matched her glittery pink earrings. She had a denim jacket that only served to emphasise the ample cleavage that her vest top exposed. She had knee high boots, a denim miniskirt and cigarettes in her bag, but she’d left her modesty at home.

Tam had agreed to babysit, leaving Jessie free to go out with the girls from work. It hadn’t really worked out as she had wanted it to. Marie got a call from her mother and had to leave, and Lara spent most of the time in the corner with her boyfriend, giggling. Jessie had been bored and restless until she found Zeke.

Zeke, who had short hair but excellent taste in dresses, had laughed and agreed when Jessie said that girls should stick together, and the two of them were walking through the park because Zeke was quite the amateur astronomer, and had agreed to show Jessie some of the best constellations. So the two of them walked along looking up at the sky – until Jessie stopped, started, saw the man on the bench, grabbed Zeke’s arm and put her head down.

It was probably a mistake to walk through the park after dark.

Rex yawned again and lifted his head a bit. A few feet away in the park, were two women. Girls? Chicks? Whatever you called them, they were of the female race. A smile crept across his face as he watched them somewhat hide. It seemed they were afraid that he may rape them or something. No, he never had sex with someone who was unwilling...yet.

'Girls...' He thought as he watched them under the florescent street lights shining down on the sidewalks. He brushed his fingers through his hair and stared at them through his strangely colored eyes. Oh, how wonderful they looked, but definitely not dressed for the weather.

They were dressed in glitter, short dresses and such. It seemed they had been unaware of the cold when they had gone out. He ran his fingers through his hair, again, and yawned, again. Not the most attractive thing to do, but now he just wanted to gain their trust.

"Cold?" He asked, unwrapping his scarf from around his neck and holding it outward so that one of them may take it. He was acting friendlier than normal. And less flirty. But, he had just met these two, and they seemed a bit afraid of him. And he really needed some girls. And they were pretty. Yea, pretty. He yawned again, holding out his scarf. He was already getting pretty chilly. Imagining how the girls' must feel, he continued to hold it out.

"Wouldn't want you freezing up out here."