What happens when you put two sex addicts in the same room?

Pierce's heels clacked against the floor. Men of all kinds turned to take a gander. Pierce could feel the corners of her lips twitch a bit in satisfaction. Walking into buildings was a fun thing for Pierce, especially when it was a bar full of men. Pierce was a little Xingese head-turner, and she knew it. She also took advantage of it. Pierce stepped over to the bar table and leaned over it, looking directly at the bartender.

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks please," she asked in that smooth as honey voice of hers. The bartender curtly nodded before turning to attend to his drinks. Pierce took a seat on one of the stools and crossed her legs. She didn't travel to this country often, but when she did she always ended up having a lot of fun. So whenever there was an opportunity to go, she always took it. Pierce glanced around a bit at the men of the bar. Hmm, nothing really that satisfying. And Pierce didn't feel like getting so drunk that everybody would look good. She wanted a treat. But it seemed she was out of luck here. Oh well, she could look elsewhere.

Caj had just 'won' another one of his games. This of course meant, that people were beyond pissed at him, and raged for an hour before being escorted out. Nonetheless, he didn't care enough to care about their rage. With his new prize money, he waltzed up to the bartender and ordered himself a drink. Naturally it wasn't a strong one, since him being drunk was a bad idea. Bad things happened when Caj was drunk and normally.. they involved sex. Then again.. that happened when he wasn't drunk as well. Shocker? The man behind the bar, stared at Caj's pink, fluffy hair for a moment, but shrugged and muttered something about why Caj was going back to his natural color. Cajetan didn't really concern himself with the question.

A woman had sidled up to him. At first she seemed to be quite the looker, but the words she spoke was a familiar language that pissed him off. Oh how he hated Gelemortians. Their fucking better society and bullshit 'better than you politics', yet after a few drinks, he came to realize, she certainly didn't SOUND Gelemortian.. maybe he was... hearing things? ALL IN THE MEANTIME, he was staring rather indiscreetly at her mounds. It couldn't be helped, for he was a pervert and it was just.. what he did. After he realized how obvious his staring was though, his eyes moved to the curves and he grinned. Unfortunately he didn't know whatever the Gele-heads spoke, so he took a long shot and spoke Cretan, which was the second most popular language in Gele. "You don't look like you're from around here." His accent clung heavily, with flecks of Cerisian.

Pierce had noticed the attractive man staring at her boobs. She didn't really care, he was attractive so he was allowed to stare. Pierce was glad to have at least found the person who she was probably going to end up screwing. Did she mind? Not one bit.

"Ah, that's because I'm not. I'm from Xing." She turned to the man and smirked. Now she had a chance to look at a man from a proper view. The hair was big, fluffy, and pink. Interesting, and sort of out of there. Just her type. He had a nice body too, although he was on the skinny side.

"And from your accent, I bet you are Cerisian. That is a language I am currently studying, but I don't quite know yet." She grinned slightly at him before turning to the bartender who was offering her her drink. She took it and put the glass to her pink lips, tipping back and taking a good sized swig before setting it down.

Ah! A Xingese woman! THAT was new, definitely worth.. debating on. The woman took her own beverage and began to drink it with a large swig. Her comment made him grin, and he couldn't help but push his hair back, some. "Mm.. very good guess. A language worth studying." His eyes stood deviously on her own, seeing what all they could.

"My name is Caj, and if you so like.. I could give you some private lessons." he laughed lightly and shrugged his shoulders. "Though I doubt the words you want to learn are "Oh, god!', 'Please!' and 'More'." He should probably be ashamed of himself, but honestly.. he wasn't. Caj wasn't exactly a shameful man. Though he could say such a thing with ease, WITH A SMILE, he never felt at all embarrassed by his own lines. In fact, from practice, he managed to keep a suave-ness to them, that many had come to envy. Of course, that also made a lot of people hate his guts. After all, not many women liked it when a man was only interested in sex, not a relationship. Except Bice... But she was.. different to him and now she was gone. There was no going back to her, so he was free as a bird.

Which was good. For a while, he was concerned he might have actually settled down with her. That would have been terrible! In its own way. for now, he was willing to take his chances with his new-found friend.

Pierce couldn't help but let out a giggle. This man was blunt as blunt could be. Pierce kind of liked the change of pace. Men usually just tried the same old tricks on her. Yawn, boring. She didn't want to be wined and dined, she just wanted simple sex that she didn't have to feel guilty about or committed to. Just plain ol' intercourse.

"I think I'd be the one teaching you that in Xingese," she replied slyly as she took another drink from her glass.

Pierce drank until the only thing left in her cup was ice. She promptly set the cup down and knocked on the counter. "Oi, another please!" She batted her eyelashes at the bartender. He sighed and took her cup, going into the back to refill it. Pierce drummed her fingers on the table and looked back at Caj, the smirk forming on her face again. "Oh my, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Peizhei Tián-Yé, but my friends call me Pierce." Pierce made herself seem aloof and uncaring by turning a bit towards the bar again and twirling some of her blue locks with her finger. Even though she was trying to seem like she didn't care, she did want to keep talking to Caj. He was kind of fun to converse with, and he seemed to want the same thing she wanted. Just sex, nothing more. No strings attached, no complicated relationships that ended in failure. No heartbreak.

Pierce, hm? His eyes rolled over her curves again, seeming to weigh the chances he had, of enjoying himself and that this conversation would end up in the bedroom. How much could he say before he said too much? How far could the Cerisian go, before the borders were pushed too far. Another game. These were the more exciting ones. Would he have fun tonight, or would he go home alone? Oh the two options, either one didn't really bother him, but f he could share his fun, well then, it might just be a bit more fulfilling. He grinned at her as his laugh escaped his lips. Well, it never hurt to play the ballsy route, right? Clearly the woman was hitting on him, obviously. Who wouldn't hit on Caj though? He was practically an Adonis (in his mind). Just because he didn't have women lucking on him all the time, didn't mean a thing.

He licked his lips and leaned forward with a smirk. "Pierce? Hm.. an interesting nickname." his eyes closed as his devilish grin grew. "So, are there more I can see orrrr-?" Well he had said something strange, for sure, but it was only natural. The natural suaveness in his voice always carried it heavily. Normally he'd be more smooth, but today, he was kind of 'what the hell'ing it. It wasn't like he hadn't been slapped before, after all. "Or should I try to talk your clothes off of you?" Yup. Bold move. He smirked, as if challenging her to even stay near him.

"Hmm, well I wouldn't want to let this end so quickly. And I like the way you talk. So, I guess you're just going to have to talk them off." She smirked and grabbed her refilled glass when the bartender slid it over. One more couldn't hurt. Pierce pondered about what Caj had in store for her. How would he possibly smooth talk her enough to get her to sleep with him? Pierce was pretty easy, but sometimes she liked to play hard to get with the more flirtatious ones. Teasing was the fun part.

"And if you manage to strip me naked with your words, I'll go to my hotel with you. Or your home. Whichever you prefer." Pierce winked naughtily at him as she continued sipping at her drink. The alcohol burned her throat. That was okay though. Pierce didn't have a problem with pain. Pain always assured her that she was alive. Even the slight burning sensation of alcohol did. And it felt good. She hadn't cut in years, but every now and then during times of depression and frustration she'd cause herself a little pain. Nothing that bruised, nothing that would show. A pinch, a light slap, a bite maybe. Just something, to make her feel real.

The ecstasy of sex made her feel like she still existed as well. It made her feel wanted. It made her feel loved. That feeling faded fast though the next morning. The realization always hit her like a heap of bricks. All she had felt was meaningless lust. Nobody really loved her. And it seemed like nobody ever will. Pierce was just a cracked glass, waiting to finally shatter. But until she did break, she'd keep her mask on to hide the cracks. She'd keep doing what she was doing. Just for a little longer...