After midnight, school grounds.

[valentine_tart]

Aware that even though the curfew had lifted, it would behoove her to stay on school grounds, Beka finally got tired of trying to sleep--which was a laugh. She was exhausted from being a hamster, not to mention the odd pattern of bruises. She should be sleeping

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[names_ash]

Running about on campus at wee hours, you're bound to find special folks.

Sadly for Beka, she finds Ash. Who fits more of the "sniffs-the-glue" description of special than the more positive definition.

"You keep odd hours, kid." It wasn't much of a greeting. But then again, Ash was three brain cells away from only communicating in grunts and whistles.

[valentine_tart]

"And you look like someone hit you with a frying pan when you were born." Beka returned evenly. She figured if it was going to be a night full of weird people, she might as well get a head start on this one.

Besides, if he tried to arrest her, she could definitely kick his ass.

[names_ash]

Ash scowls for a second, and rubs his chin. "I look like who did what with the where now? This is a face that was chiselled out of Roman marble or something, I'll have you know. And a body to match." Ash flexes. There might be a hint of Jack Daniels on his breath.

Okay, more of a stench, really. And the empty bottle at his feet is probably a dead give away too.

[valentine_tart]

Oh, yeah. Definitely not her night. Beka rolls her eyes, "I'm sure it was. Possibly third-rate marble, the kind used to line pathways in gardens."

Although, really, why she was standing here, talking to a man who smelled like her uncle after a deal gone bad, she didn't know.