The Black Sheep

"Speak for yourself… Though I could say the same for classic charm." Sliding his empty glass to a stop on the bar top, he walked over to her for the was no good to be taken from the discussion of under age drinking, right here, right now. "Honestly, I’m surprised you haven’t perfected an escape route from these events yet - but hey, how about we make things a little more interesting before you die of boredom and I fall asleep?" 

"Oh no, I've been working on it. I'm just not quite done yet..." She joked with the boy as she raised one of her dark brows in curiosity. "Hmmmm, what do you have in mind Bowman? It better be damn good." She added on.

If it weren’t for the dark shades. Brock’s expressions would have detailed faux shock at the mention ‘illegal’. “Who needs id when you’re me?” It was cocky and self-centred, but oh so true. Right up until the point when his parents would inevitable catch up to him that is. No amount of charm could stop either one of them putting a stop to his fun at such a small scale event, especially Camden. “I appreciate the concern.” 

"Really though, there's nothing that a face full of makeup and certain wardrobe choices can go a long way...." She grinned to the boy as she took another sip from her glass. "But yes, defiantly wasn't my choice, like most things..." She rolled her eyes in one swift motion and looked over at Brock once more.

The sunglasses were a definitive necessity, even inside the Club Bar, for the boy had yet to sleep a wink. Bunking off a Bowman family night in, for favour of his ‘part-time job’ had its immediate downfalls. Add to that his current list of viable excuses for his disappearance -which were as incompetent as his current attention span - and no judgement could be given towards his reluctance to be here.  It was early, too early to be ordering drinks and much too early for a minor to be replacing ID with simple charm - yet Brock Bowman was on another level in terms of the latter.

"I honestly couldn't tell you. I'm not really into Polo to be honest...." A voice pipped up from the bar, and the voice belonged to Abrielle Hayward. A smirk formed upon her full lips as she glanced over at the boy, noticing he also had a drink in his hand. "What will you parents think if you and your reckless behavior? You do know underage drinking is illegal? Shit, I just hope you have a good id or something." She giggled out. "I happen to have a fantastic one, plus, I can totally pull off a 21 year old..."

Million Dollar Man - Lana Del Rey

Bring It! || Dexter & Abrielle

Abrielle couldn't help but laugh at the older man's excitement and determination to win, it amused her. "Now, now. Don't be too sure of yourself!" She told him firmly as she made her way from across the table, her eyes matching his. "You might think that just because you're older, that you have more experience with this game, thus believing that you will win and beat me, but that's where you are wrong..." She gave a sly smirk. "I happen to be much younger, which means my reflexes are faster and I'm just faster in general, so it means I have a better chance of winning!" She explained to him as she picked up her air hocky disk.

"You sound like you could be one of my daughters."

Uh, is that supposed to be a good thing or no?

"I believe you are wrong."

Nope, I'm always right.

"I’m so fancy, you already know!"

I believe that song was written by Satan himself.

"Quite." She appraised the teenager in front of her briskly.

I'm honestly trying to make the most out of them.

"Working throughout the week, and I don’t even get weekends with all these emergency calls. Seventy hour work weeks should be illegal.  I need a massage,  a martini, and a long bath.”

Damn, sounds intense.

"Hey, take it easy fighter!" He said, holding his hands out in front of him. "For the record. Yes, I think I could beat you with one hand tied behind my back." He was goading her now, and he knew it. "And probably blindfolded." He added, fighting back laughter.

"If you're so sure you can beat me, how about we have a match to the death?" She raised one of her dark brows and laughed.

"Wait, pops?”

"Yes, pops. You are older than me after all!" She pointed out. 

I wouldn’t bet on it. 

Hey, I said maybe after all.

"First thing a guy notices - obviously." 

Not all guys though, maybe you're different?