It's a beautiful summer day outside Monroe's, which in itself is strange, because the weather lately has been, at best, not snowing. The sun is shining, the temperature is divine, and people are opting to take their coats off.

Sitting in a window booth, a being is enjoying the view. He has an ice cream, even though the waitress seems to be ignoring the curly haired man, going about her business with a affronted look on her face. She really shouldn't have taken offense at his comment. It had just been an observation.

Besides the curly brown hair and hazel eyes, the being is wearing a green t-shirt with a stylized oak tree on it. It can be assumed that he's an environmentalist. His legs, which are assumed to be there, are hidden by the table.

He's obviously a very ardant environment nut, as he went to the extreme of getting a plant tattoo, encircling his neck like a noose. At the moment, it is covered by tiny blue flowers. The job is so good that the vines almost seem to grow as you watch them. One, on the side of his neck, is currently trying to climb his ear. Succeeding, too.

"I think your tatto is...um growing.." A girl said a little unesay. She had long dark read hair with stunning green eyes. She had on a black tight shrit and black jeans. "Yep I'm almost posetive its growning."

Completely ignoring what she said, with a grin, the being looked her appraisingly up and down. "Nice eyes. You should have kids." He isn't deliberately being offensive. It's just that the first thing he thinks of in spring and summer is reproduction. Of course, a spirit of mischief does influence his actions, often as not.

His own greenishbrown eyes are still looking her over. Obviously. The vine is almost at his ear now.

"Why thank you, if I wheren't in a hyper mood, I would hurt you but.." She said sitting nest to him, "like what you see?" she said in a mocking voice.

Self-satisfied grin. "Yep." Eyes still not looking at her face. (Looking most definitely at her, though.)

Slinging an arm around her shoulder, completely oblivious to the concept of 'personal space', the being continued "I'm... who am I again?" Thoughtful expression. "Oh yeah. I'm Faunus." Unusual name, no? But he likes it. "You?" If he wanted, he could find out. But asking is fun.

"Emr.....Tara.....What are you?" Tara said, getting to the qustion she wanted to ask first off, but thought it rude. "Or are you drunk?" She said in a mocking voice.

"Only in fall baby, only in fall." He did his drinking once a year. It was a seasonal thing.

He ignored the other question. Wasn't drunk, wasn't anything this girl could find out. Nice looking girl. Should he be staring? Because he is. Isn't blinking much, either. "You drunk, lassie?" Maybe she's insane. That is, if she's Unnish. Innish, less likely to think herself insane. Pity, that.

She looked at him for a second, and smiled an evil yet a vary seductive smile. "No not drunk, But it would be nice..." She sat on his lap and started playing with his hair, "If you told me one little thing...." She wispered in his ear the last part, "What you where, and if you tell me," she rapped her legs around his chest, "I'll tell you what I am..."

Eyebrows up. Not surprised, exactly, but a bit taken aback. "You really are drunk. Fun, lassie." Gentle smile, a bit paternal. "Curiousity killed the cat, you know."

His hair is curly, slightly wirey, a light chocolaty brown.

See, Faunus may like human women, but he doesn't have the hormones to be carnally interested in them. So he just enjoys having a girl in his lap, doesn't do anything about it. Arm still around her shoulder, other arm holding the ice cream. Which he hasn't finished yet.

Reminded of this, Faunus licked it slowly. Yum. Cold.

Pouting Tara just hitts back, "Well, prove it...Tell me and will see if I die, Cause you've alraedy just told me that I'M RIGHT about you being something!" She said in a low voice, "Please and I tell you what I am..." Her eyes peircing green stareing right into his.

"Let's see... how shall I put this? Ah, I know. No, lassie." He doesn't grin. Not his trademark, after all. He does sprout tiny horns, hidden in his hair. Since her hands are still there, she'll probably notice them.

Faunus is teasing her. He is having fun.

Frowning now she takes a deep breath saying more to her self then to him, “don’t get mad, don’t get mad, Oh, I don’t care, I’m getting mad, Look I’m a pyro thingy, I can set things on fire, When I get pissed it tends to work the best, Now tell me what you are I can tell something’s up with you, so please tell me!” She said now resorting to begging, witch was something she never did.

If he'd been Unnish, that would have seriously freaked him. But he's not. Whoever heard of an Unnish god?

"Pyro? That would explain the lovely hair." What can he say... it's nice hair. He doesn't care if she burns the building down, actually. Won't affect him much. Might be interesting, really. "I don't suppose you'd demonstrate?"

And notice that he's still studiously ignoring her questions. And enjoying it.

Tara just stairs at him,"Where you put on this earth to drive my insane?" She said slaping her hand to her haed make for a vary lound slaping sound. "Humer me, I'm 17, if you maen I know about demons, yes I know as much as I can get my hands on. But you are not ignoring my question!" she said her eyes seeming to turn to a redish greenish color.

And now he has another reason to be amused. "Yes, and no." Slight smile, mocking. "Demonstrate means show me. Do something magical. I dare you...."

"Don't mock me! fine!" Tara said getting off his lap and looking around for something small, setting her eyes on a small pile of leaves. "Ok you whant fie you got fire!" Focusing her eyes on the leaves she blinked and the leaves stated a small fire. Jumping up and down Tara turns. "Look! I din't start the grass on fire! Its easy to make a big fire but a small one takes work and some times it..." She was cut of by some one yelling the grass was on fire. "Shit!" She turn around and there in was a big fire on the grass. "wonderful!" Tara said as passer byes put out the fire.