“To be quite honest, I don’t think you have it in you.”

Whatever the challenge is it’s left to the imagination, although the sly and somewhat sultry smirk upon the brunettes lips could only cause ones imagination to lean in one particular way. The previous topic that they had spoken about was what had been brought up once again, in a simple phrase to challenge the male. How he’d react was beyond Lana but she knew how she wanted and hoped he would react. Still, the she-wolf didn’t keep her hopes up-- she was used to disappointment but that was mostly because the people she normally fucked with had no sense of gratifying their partners.

Pale blue grey eyes finally moved up from her phone, body lax against the couch, one leg propped up on the cushion beside her as she eyed the male before her head slowly lulled to the side; brown locks falling against her neck and cheek as she offered more of a smile this time.

                 “How about you prove me wrong, hmm?”

Kal was pissed off mostly that anything had even happened, let alone that he had gotten into a fight with people he had thought to have been his friends. But apparently, they were not. It had been a freak accident, the thing that happened was as much of a surprise to Kalvin as it was to the people he had been with. Fear took over and was replaced with anger--- that’s why he was stumbling in through the doorway, blood staining the white shirt he had on which in turn had taken a beating in its own right. They’d gotten him down on the ground, gained up on him to beat the strange out of him. 

The male grunted and wiped at his nose, the dark red streaking across his hand as he pulled it away. His head hurt-- more than that his body hurt and Kalvin wanted nothing more than to take out his anger on someone deserving. Granted he wasn’t one much bent on vengeance so to speak, but the people who had hurt him did it well, surely he’d have a fractured rib or at the very least bruised ribs. There would be no hiding this from his father unless the Priest didn’t go to any of Kal’s swim meets or the events that Kal volunteered to after his temporary job. 

Pale eyes spotted the movement in an instant but he was too tired to even react like he normally would, defensive and edgy, instead he sighed--- mostly out of relief that it wasn’t someone come to kick his ass again. “What are you doing here?” Kal questioned, voice obviously carrying exhaustion with the words as he moved through the doorway and towards soft comfort, at least he hoped, of the couch where he eased down with the softest of groans and released yet another sigh.

“No but-- there is totally a huge bottle of tequila in the kitchen, pretty sure it’s like illegal or something like that.” Lana commented absently, automatically turning anything slightly intimate or cute into a more vulgar and desperate situation. It was how she avoided actual feelings and becoming emotionally attached to someone. But that was the facade because Lana cared a great deal for a lot of people, it was her weakness so the female wolf pretended like she didn’t care at all-- when really she cared too much. 

Emotions never really were her strong suit, expressing them genuinely and experiencing them, it was always Marcus who helped her out of such things. It made no sense to Lana, how her face would heat up and she’d get this tightness in her chest which prevented her from speaking properly. Most times it was when someone she genuinely cared about expressed that they returned her feelings. That was when everything changed, her energy shifted and she was no longer so flirty and almost giddy like a school girl, as sh often was when she had a crush. Instead a coldness settled in and she became distant, riding herself of the emotional attachment well before it even had a chance to develop. 

That was how most one night stands ended, with her slipping out the window or door half naked venturing back to the house in order to crawl into her own bed and simply lie there to ponder everything that she was. The four walls in Lana’s room were her worst enemy, they reminded her just how dangerous it was to become attached to someone, how troubling it was for a person like her. Those damn blank walls reminded her of when a different set of walls were stained red with the blood of her family after she had lost control of herself and murdered them, almost killing Marcus as well-- she was a monster and although Lana knew her pack loved her, the woman felt undeserving of that love.

“I mean it’s up to you, I’d be fine with downing an entire carton or two of ice cream and watching movies. But hey, y’know what the kids are saying now days--- Netflix and chill.” Lana recovered, smirking slightly and adding a small wink just for good measure as if to cover up whatever sadness might have been tinting her blue grey eyes. Often enough they were more grey than blue, hypnotic in their own manner where Marcus’ were dark and mysterious, Lana’s eyes were filled with sorrow and self hatred. “Or both, tequila and ice cream, I’m good with that one too.” 

                            “--Amazingly it was the paint job that cost                              the most, I mean I made a few of the parts                              myself-- doctored, I should say but other                               than that I put it all together; took me a                               pretty long time but I enjoyed it. Got the                              car on sale because the guy thought it                              couldn’t be fixed and-- now I am rambling                              on about my car, sorry, I uh, get carried                             away when it comes to my baby.”

Rex had been talking about the car for a while now and he was sure it was getting annoying. He was very much a dork when it came to cars, his in particular, but that was only because he had always loved his tiny ‘72 Camaro when he was a kid. It was his favorite car and one he planned on getting it when he was older, so here he was driving that dream car with a rather attractive man in the passengers seat on their way to a breakfast date.

                           “Why don’t you do some talking so I don’t                             feel like the big car geek rambling on                              about his prized possession. Do you have                             any hobbies or secret talents?”