-- Loose Lips (Nerine && Altair)

Altair stretched out in her seat, arms above her head as her shirt lifted to reveal her stomach the naval piercing that she’d gotten some time ago. She barely got any sleep last night, thanks to the fact she actually attempted to study. It never worked out very well, usually ended up in her opening a beer and trying to find something to do. She liked keeping active, and for her studying didn’t really cut it for her. Plus, she’d also had work, and she was really itching for a new job. She was confiden in what she wanted, it just took time, as with everything. Her previous modeling job would certainly help get her back into the industry, along with her intense drive. She was self-assured and remarkably prideful and she knew that she deserved better than stripping. Than whoring herself out, no matter how much she enjoyed working with one of her favorite things. She actually didn’t know which came first—modeling or sex. I certainly can make it this time, she thought with a small smirk. Sleeping around sure helped, and she was more than willing to do so.

She didn’t even consider herself a slut, because labels like that were just things others stuck on people to make themselves feel better about who they are. What she did was her own business, but she was not ashamed of it. Sex was natural, everyone did it and it was an animalistic drive. Altair didn’t understand why such a thing needed to be so hush-hush, so monogomous. It was rather archaic, back when there were chasity belts and women were forced to be the image of purity. She believed that they’d moved beyond that, which is why she felt disdain whenever she heard men referred to as players. Girls were whores, and yet a guy who got around was someone to be admired and looked up to? It was ironic to consider. That’s why she was never bothered when someone called her a slut, save for the fact that she hated people and her temper was easily riled—it wasn’t the word that bothered her. She knew who she was and didn’t see why it mattered to other people. She was clean, she got tested, she was on birth control, and yet people still made such a huge deal out of sex. Altair bit her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud.

When class ended, she grabbed her purse and headed to the washrooms, heels clicknig against the floor. Next period was free, thank god, and she wanted to have a smoke before returning to classes afterward. She could have left the building, but the bathroom was just as good. Altair wasn’t surprised to see someone already in the bathroom, what did surprise her was the girl to immediately ask for an applier. She lifted her eyebrow but didn’t answer immediately, simply set her purse on the sink as she studied herself in the reflection a moment, eyes on her blouse. She was always dressed impeccably, as if she had somewhere to be, someone important to meet. It took only a moment of searching through her purse to find her applicator and handed it off to the girl. ”Why don’t you just dry it off?” she asked, eyeing the sink. She wasn’t being particularly friendly because she never was, but she wasn’t being completely standoffish. That would have been different last year, when she first came with her sisters, when everyone was an enemy except those girls. Now she was more focused, more determined to get shit done than to fuck everyone up who got in her way. Of course, she still loved fighting. It was something she lived for, other than fucking.

She made sure that the sinks weren’t wet around the area before sliding ontop of the queue, shifting so that she could take out her Marlboros from the back pocket of her jeans. Taking a moment, she smirked as she snapped her fingers and created a small flame that lasted only a moment, long enough to light the cigarette she had in her mouth, pack sitting next to her. It would get easier, she knew. Blowing out the smoke, she didn’t expect the girl to snitch or anything. That’s what she liked about people, one of the only things she liked—most didn’t rat others out about petty shit. With that thought, she flicked the ash into the sink next to her, the nicotine relaxing her and easing her frayed mind.

[thank you! and i apologize that she didn't speak much in return. ><]

Altair didn’t give any acknowledgment to the girl’s thanks, mostly because she wasn’t one for pleasantries like that. She didn’t help her out just to hear those words, so she didn’t feel the need to say a ‘welcome’ in return. Some may consider it rude, but that was just how Altair was. Her blue eyes gave a once-over of the girl when she gave her advice, smirking a little even though she didn’t necessarily find it funny. ”Does it? Never heard that.” Of course Altair was being ironic, her humor as dry as a midwestern desert, as the smoke wafting around her. When the girl began speaking again, she didn’t humor her with a glance. ”A lot of people sleep around,” was her short reply at first. A Fire elemental whoring around wasn’t very specific or descriptive, so Altair didn’t assume that it was about her. Though, the way the other girl spoke peeved her. ”Is her sluttiness causing problems for you.” Her tone was scathing. She saw no reason why a person should stop anything they were doing because someone else thought they should, especially if it was causing no harm.

”What does it matter to you if some chick decides to fuck a lot?” This girl sounded like the perfect example of the product of a 40’s style upbringing. Altair was less-than-apologetic that she did not comform to what society expected of all women. She wasn’t spreading diseases as most would like to think, or getting pregnant, and so Altair didn’t see the allure of talking about who fucked who. This bitch needs to get laid, she thought. Sex was a good thing, and yet it was taboo to speak of. The act was euphoric, it was natural, it was what kept civilization going. Before making love, there was only pure physical sex, cavemen humping for the sake of procreation. Altair never made love, and she didn’t care for it, because that meant being with someone who you were in love with. One person forever? It would get boring, knowing every secret of another body, the same moves every night.

Whereas she was only slightly irritated by the other girl before, she was growing more and more incensed by the second. With the other girl’s high and mighty demeanor, Altair was instantly displeased. ”Ah, so this is your bathroom, I assume. Why don’t you just leave?” She seemed to be done with her make-up, after all, it didn’t make much sense to stay. Besides, Altair wasn’t about to let herself get pushed around. Especially not when the girl turned out to be a Water elemental, as she discovered when the water splashed over her cigarette and her jeans. She set her jaw in irritation, jumping down from the sink, laying the cigarette on the counter. Altair was tempted to roll her eyes at the Water’s next words, sounding like they were taken from a movie or some shit, but her face was entirely impassive. Then she sucker punched the girl across her face, the only manifestation of her anger. ”I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” Altair said dangerously, ”but do not ever mess with me.”