cruel summer. [tag; torrence]

He rolled his eyes at her suggestions of new hobbies. Torr could think of a few new things he wanted to try, with her specifically. He wondered if she'd let him.. Then again Red always seemed up for something new. And if she didn't, he would have fun trying to convince her. It was safe to say he was never bored at least.

Torr smiled down at her and gave her a little shrug. His favorite? Maybe. "For today, you are," he said with a sly smile and a playful twinkle in his eye, hoping to get a rise out of her. He was laughing a moment later when she told him to piss off and he rocked back on his heels before catching his balance and coming back to her. "Yea, but I like calling you Red," he told her as he hissed out a breath as she bit the pad of her tongue. "Reminds me of that little backless number you were wearing when we first met," he told her with a quirk of his brows. "Do you still have it?" He wondered what if would take to get her to play dress up for him just so he could take it off of her.

His long legs carried him closer to his dinner destination, even though she pulled against him and make the going tough. He glanced back over his shoulder at her and caught the expression of alarm and disgust and he couldn't hold back the laughter. "Best tacos in town, cmon," he said tugging her a little more with a nod of his head. Now that she was being stubborn, it made him want her to eat there even more. He gave her the benefit of looking over at her so she could see the full extent of him rolling his eyes before turning to Juan who he gave a familiar nod in greeting. He slid his hand into her back pocket, cupping her ass not so discreetly, another perk of her wearing pants, and said, "And I'll have four of my usual."

Juan nodded and disappeared from the window to start making the food. "You'll like it, have I ever steered you wrong?" he said with an unabashed smirk, fully knowing the answer to that question and not caring either way. He gave a nod and a short thanks as his food was stuck out the little window and dropped some extra cash for Juan before turning back to see her backing away. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked with an arched brow as he held his steaming food in one hand and his soda can in the other.

"And then what?" Perdita asked, laughter escaping her as she placed her hands on her hips, head tilted. "The clock strikes midnight and you stick your dick in someone else?" He rolled his eyes and she tutted darkly, following suit and rolling her own. "I'll have to start calling you Casanova," she shook her head. She didn't like the way the fact that he was seeing other girls made her feel almost jealous. Or annoyed. Maybe even both.

She laughed again, genuine this time. "You're twisted," she remarked with a grin, it only ceasing to widen at the mention of her dress. "Oh, I do," she assured Torrence. "It's somewhere," she added nonchalantly, waving her hand through the air, as though she didn't know it was hanging in her wardrobe, untouched since that night.

"I don't eat tacos," Perdita whined, aware she was sounding like a spoiled toddler but there were many Michelin starred restaurants in his home country. Fifteen, twobe exact, and two were right here in Dublin. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when he ordered his food. "Four?" She blabbered, wasting no time in rudely elbowing Torrence in his chest as he touched her backside. It lasted all of three seconds before she backed into his hand and changed her mind.

She turned to look at him, completely deadpan, save for her arched brow. "You don't honestly want me to answer that," she said smoothly. The cool night air enveloped her as a breeze whipped up, kicking up the ends of her hair as she took a cautious bite of her taco. The tortilla was soft and she didn't know why that surprised her. Frustratingly, it was super tasty.

With Torrence's hands full, he presented less of a threat and she shrugged. "Told you I had other plans," she smiled. "I also told you I'd stay if you could better them but," she heaved a melodramatic sigh. "Being coerced into getting a tattoo, being told I'm not your number one priority and then being presented with tacos?" She exhaled slowly, eyes wide as she shook her head. "Not my idea of a good time," she lied. Annoyingly, she had a great time with Torrence who apparently didn't like her, than she did with the other men who supposedly did.

"And I'm late," Perdita announced, pulling an I'm sorry face. She drank from the can as she backed further away. "Find your next favourite girl, Torrence." With that, she flashed him a grin, winked and disappeared on the spot, in a rustle of her coat and a whiff of expensive perfume.

Her laugh and her sass made him smirk and he played into the idea she had already painted of him. "Maybe multiple someone elses," he said lasciviously with a perk of his brows. He had never been much into groups after that one night that the two girls had been more interested in each other than him, but that truth didn't seem to fit with the Casanova rep she assumed he had.

His cobalt blue eyes did light up with a bit of excitement though as she mentioned she still had that little red number. "You should find it for me," he said, leaning in close as he placed a hand on her hip, his fingers straying up her side. As much as he liked her in pants, that dress had always been a favorite. Hmm, he wondered if she would be in the mood to play dress up after their little meal. He suddenly wasn't hungry for tacos, thinking of a much more delicious meal.

"Don't be such a priss," he said looking down at her, laughing at her whiny behavior. Should have known his little socialite wouldn't like street food, but really Juan made the best tacos in town. "Yeah, four, they're good," he answered, deftly trying to dodge her elbow before grinning widely feeling triumphant as she pushed her ass back into his hand. Good girl.

Torr shrugged, unfazed, and left it at that. She was probably right, but it wasn't like he was going to argue about it. He leaned against the silver metal counter that stuck out the side of the taco truck, watching her as she took a cautious bite and smiling when she seemed to like it. "See? Told you," he said, never failing on a chance to point out he was right.

But in the next minute she was moving away and he tilted his head, trying to gauge if she was playing or if she actually thought she was going to up and disappear like this. He watched her with narrowed eyes as he took another step closer. "The night isn't over, Red. Don't worry, I know what your idea of a good time is," he added with a smirk. He liked that she was playful and he could never guess what she was going to do next, but if she thought he was going to let her go this easily, she was crazy. Besides, he was confident enough to know that she wouldn't leave before he really showed her a 'good time'.

So when she threw a quip at him and gave him that grin, his smirk dropped, his expression changing in an instant as he realized that she really was trying to leave. "Perdita," he growled in warning as he tried to swallow up the distance between them with two long-strided steps, but she was gone in an instant and he barked out a couple of choice swear words. Fucking hell, why was she always so difficult. He turned on his heel, catching Juan looking in his direction before the guy ducked out of sight, and he stomped around the corner before apparating back to his place. If she thought he was going to chase her and beg for her attention, she was crazy. But the fact that he couldn't quite get her out of his mind was annoyingly frustrated too. He apparated away with anger and annoyance biting at his heels.

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