Loungin' (o2a)

[chloe]

~Just days before March Madness, Chloe decided to return back to New York to tie up a few loose ends. Late in the day, she returns back to XWA Corperate, and opts to hang out in the lounge. Sitting at a small table with a Latte and a cheese Danish, she observes the surroundings and takes in as much as she can~

This place is something else. sure beats havin' to go down to SoHo.

~She takes a bite of her danish and unwinds a bit~

[simon]

Simon walks up to her table.

Is this seat taken?

[chloe]

~Chloe looks up to find a rather attractive older gentlemen standing over her. She aswers him~

Nope. Not at all. Have a seat.

~She takes a look at him and asks a question of her own~

Forgive me for bein' nosey, but where did you get a scar like that on your face? That looks like it should have killed you or somethin'

~Chloe awaits his answer~

[simon]

Simon takes the seat across from the young woman. He ponders a possible answer to her question, but she seemed to be the blunt type, so he answered her the same way.

It did kill me. A part of me anyway. But that's a long story. I'd rather not bore you with the details. I can tell from your disposition that you're not just a passer by. What brings you to XWA?

[chloe]

~Taking a sip of her Latte, Chloe answers him soon after~

A promise. To myself. I've come a long way to get to this point. Yea, yea, I know I'm young, but I've been through some crap. Nothin' i'd wish on anyone. But I'm a "New Yawka", I can handle it. XWA just seemed to fit what I was lookin' for. My name's Chloe by the way. Chloe Lockheart.

~Chloe sets her Latte down and takes another bite of her danish~

[simon]

Simon responds.

A pleasure to meet you, Chloe. I'm Simon. Lockheart, huh? Always nice to meet another Irish.

[chloe]

~Chloe downs the rest of her danish, and takes another swig of her latte before answering~

Irish AND Italian. Best of both world, so watch out, or I'll whack ya'. *giggle*

~Chloe looks towards Simon again, and this time catches a glimpse of his eyes. She was almost stunned by them~

You've been through some stuff too, Haven't you? The eyes never lie, yanno. As beautiful as they are, You don't do a good job at hiding your pain in them. My mom was into that kinda' stuff, Picked up on it myself from her.

[simon]

A small smile hits the lips of Simon. This girl was deeper then he'd at first thought.

Beautiful eyes? Heh heh, That's one I haven't heard in years. The things I've seen, that I've done. They stay grafted into my mind. No matter how much I try to push it away, the memories never go away. It just stays with you. I live my life no regreting my past, but that doen't stop me from relaizing how much I've costed so many people.

Simon holds his hands up to Chloe's view. They tremble slightly.

These hands of mines. They're stained. My nerves are shot. Sometimes I can't even feel them. I can crush a 4 foot thick wall of sheet rock, but sometimes can't even hold a cup of coffee. I spent so many years tuning myself to be a weapon, that now I don't know how to be anything else. That's the irony of it all.

[chloe]

~Chloe finds herself intriqued by Simon. His words were elequent and a true. He was clearly a man who was not afraid to say whatever he thought. Most older men were like that. She decided to enquire about his age~

Ok, here's another one for ya'. I can see tracks of grey in the lid there. How old are you?

[simon]

Simon laughs to himself a bit before answering.

Can you believe I'm 44. 10 years ago I'd have never thought I'd live past 38, but I'm 44 years strong. I'm old enough to most of the people on roster's Father. Yet I'm still able to compete. Still able to fight. It's all I know how to do. And I can't stop until I beat that one opponent I look for. But I don't wanna bore you with that.

[chloe]

~ Chloe's eyes light up when she hears him say he's 44 ~

44!!! NO WAY! Man, you're 3 years younger then my dad. That's CRAZY! Shit, I hope I'm still in your kinda shape when I'm 44. If lookin' at my mom nowadays is an indicator of what I'll look like in 20 years, I'd better enjoy myself while I can. *giggle*

[simon]

Simon repays the compliment.

For what it's worth, you're a beautiful young woman, Chloe. A man would be an idiot not to want to be with someone as beautiful and charismatic as you. But I'm going to venture a guess that there IS no man in your life at the moment?

[chloe]

~Chole answers Simon's question with little hesitation~

Damn skippy there isn't. But not from lack of trying. Men here in New York are idiots. They either wanna just get in your pants or...no...that's it. They just wanna get in a girls thong, damn relationships. Plus seeing as we'll be on the road the whole year, my only chance qould be hookin' up with one of the guys on the road. But fat chance of that happening. There's a few cute ones from what I've seen on the roster page of the website, but none of them are my type. And I'm not about cheap thrills like some of the OTHER broads on roster. Flozies is what my mom would call 'em.

[simon]

Simon leans back in his seat and responds.

Gotta' admire a woman with an opinion. Heh heh heh.

[chloe]

~Chloe shares in the laugh with Simon. She replies afterwards~

That's part of the reason I can't keep a damn man. Brutal honesty is one of my better qualities. But the hell with it, if a man can't take the truth from a woman time to time, he's a god damn pussy. That's how I see it.

~Chloe takes a look at her watch and notices almost an hour has pasted talkinh with Simon~


I can officially say this is the longest conversation I've had with aguy without saying "Get outta my house" at the end. Congrats. ;D