Rollin'

[Nox]

Nox saw the kid show up. He grinned as the stupid nursery rhyme stuck in his head. Thankfully the music was loud enough no one heard his humming. Nox gestured to Bas that Pyotr had arrived. "Seems our friend's already met a girl."


Introductions and she left. He sat forward and leaned against the table and grinned at weasel boy, but not before checking out what was walking away. "You don't waste a minute."


A second girl joined weasel boy's friend. She left two chumps and headed to the bathroom with her friend. What was it with girls and that shit? Can't go all by them lonesome. Sad. The two thugs looked their direction. The blonde's face grew wide with smile. Nox wished he could have heard what he said, before they headed their direction.

His beer arrived and Nox grabbed the power with ease. It flooded his senses with details, he could smell the wreaking scent of nearly every girl in here, and the men too. It was almost enough to make him want to drop the power. The power was too intoxicating. Nox wove a small weave of air and put his hand on top of the beer, no need to be a show off to the world. The top popped easily in his hand.

Nox looked up at the two who had recently joined them, they stood at the end of their table. The blonde clapped Pyotr on the shoulder. "Pyotr. Sup chump?" Pyotr's head swung around at the voice and the look on his face said it all. "Hehehe....so what takes you out of your hidey-hole?"

This must be the reason that weasel boy was at Gracie's. Nox grinned. He wanted to do something, damage, fight, the power was taunting him at the edge of his vision. Nox made sure the other two guys at the table saw what he wove, it was simple really. A small belt of air wrapped around the blonde's friends waist. A few hooks and Nox pulled the weave of air down, the man's track suit pants fell the floor. Nox suppressed the laugh. "Seems your friend can't keep his pants up."