With the days warming up, Rutile decided to take matters into his own hands. With Laine as tired and mood swinging as she was, the fight with her, the training, had drained her and probably pushed her away more than brought her closer. So he would get out of her hair for a while. He was going to attempt to drain someone himself with no help. He had to prove to his General Buddingtonite that he wasn't some lazy member. Especially since he had basically demanded being recruited in the first place.

So here he was on a spring morning, early mind you, the sun only showing up just now on the horizon, lurking near the bars to find those that hadn't quite stumbled their way home. He figured they would be easy pickings. They were too drunk to care or fight back, right? That's the way it was when he was partying every night.

Man... I should go to a bar one night.. Do some dancing, some grinding.. He grinned to himself at that thought and then Rutile instantly felt horrible. He had Laine, why would he need to go grind on someone else? Ugh, feelings. They were so difficult...

Green eyes snapped to when he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes and then smirked a bit. A woman, young in age, probably too young to be drinking, dressed way too skimpy. Perfect. He jumped down from the building in front of her and offered his hand.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, voice a gentle purr.

She was so inebriated that she didn’t actually think there was anything wrong with the fact this guy in leather and belts seemed to pop out of nowhere. “Hey yerself!”

Rutile was pretty sure that was supposed to be more flattering than it was, so he just nodded and smiled at her. “Why don’t I help you to a cab, yeah?” He held out his hand for her, wiggling his fingers, watching as she seemed to ignore the winking gold band on his finger. That was good, he’d forgot to take it off. “You shouldn’t be out here all alone. There are people who want to steal you away, with how you look.” He hummed and laughed darkly as her fingers gripped his and he pulled her to him.

She stumbled on her own heels, grunting, landing square in Rutile’s chest, laughing when her head hit a belt and then winced. “Like, why are you covered in belts?” Her slurring was getting worse, if that was possible.

“Aesthetic.” That’s what he said before he put his hand flat on his chest and concentrated on her energy like he’d been taught. He ignored her giggling, ignore the fact she pushed into his hand, ignored the swell he felt there and then smirked.

“Hey,” she murmured, her eyes drooping slowly. “Hey, I’m getting.. sleepy.. I thought you said.. we’d go get a cab..” She went limp against his arm and he held her up with a sigh and caught the small little pearl of energy from her.

“It’s not much,” he murmured quietly. “But I guess it’s better than going back to him empty handed.” He carefully pocketed the fragile thing and laid the girl out in a way that someone would find her. Her chest was rising and falling, she was modestly settled so nothing was showing or hanging out. They would assume she had just passed out or something. Glancing around, he jumped back onto the bar roof and grinned. Now he had to get ahold of Buddingtonite.

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