Lost In The Bronx *Darius*

[NAYELI ROY]

The Subway, somewhere..

Nayeli had never been more lost than she was now.

It was dark outside and the empty subway car gave her the creeps. On her way back to her dorm after dance practice, she had gotten distracted by something that she no longer remembered the importance of.

Stupidly, she had gotten onto the wrong subway and it took her until she was deep in the heart of the Bronx to figure that out. Nay decided that she would never again live in the city.

Gripping her dance bag tightly, she shivered, sitting on the uncomfortable seats. Occasionally she caught the eyes of someone boarding or departing and wished she had thought to ride with a friend. Being a tiny white girl in the middle of the city was extremely dangerous.

The night air was chilling and her tank top did little to warm her. If only she had remember her sweatshirt..

There was a sudden strange sound, like someone had pulled the plug on an enormous computer. The lights in the subway dimmed then flickered off and Nayeli was in complete darkness.

Her heart pounded as the subway car screeched to a jerky halt.

Oh.

Shit.

OUTFIT

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Daaaaaammmmnnnnnnn.

That was all he could say as he tottered from the dark club. Or fucking think, since he wasn’t in the mood to say any goddamn shit out loud at the moment. Ohhh man. No way.

That Ivy chick had been dank. So fucking dank. Like, this whole night had been so totally fucking rad. Totally the best fucking night ever.

Well, if not the best night ever, then totally in the fucking top five. Or ten. Or maybe fifteen. Twenty, fo’ shizzle.

But it had been two fucking hours, and the goddamn lights were still out, and Darius was totally not plastered enough. Seriously. He needed some place else to chillax, take it slow, maybe find a nice chill chick and do some shit. The power in his dorm would be off, but hey, the less to see her with if she was totally fuckin’ ugly, right?

Right.

Now he just needed to find a chick.

“Ey! Yo!” he hollered, to the first chick he saw up the street. Nice looking, really, a blondie with a pretty ill bod and shit. He’d have to see her up close, but not bad for a first impression. Not fucking bad at all. “Ey! Wait up!” Darius took a finger-ful of honey from the jar in his pocket as he jogged to catch up with her.

“Little dark to be out this late, ain’t it?” he asked, hoping she had some good, quality Mary Jane with her, because he didn’t have any, and as of now he’d gone about 36 hours without getting blazed as fuck. And 36 hours was a pretty long goddamn time.

Outfit here!

[NAYELI ROY]

“Ey! Yo!”
A shout made her jump. Trying to forcibly adjust her vision in the dark, she spotted a figure coming towards her. Even in the dark she could tell that he had a certain swagger about him. She could also tell that he loaded with either drugs or alcohol.
Nayeli turned away, walking as if she hadn't heard him. Unfortunately, he was sober enough to catch up with her easily.
“Ey! Wait up!”
She slowed to look at him anxiously. He was taller than her, not like that was hard, considering she was only 5'3. He had a handsome face, some pretty unique hair and more piercings than she would ever think to have.
“Little dark to be out this late, ain’t it?”
Nay eyed him for a moment. When she decided that he wasn't going to beat and/or rape her, at least, not now, she sighed.
"Yes.." she admitted, "I got lost. Uh.. really lost."
Her grey eyes glittered at him in the dark.
"I, uh.. don't suppose you know the way to Barrie University, do you?"
At this point, he was her only hope. The more time she spent here, the more uneasy she felt.
"If you could, um.. you know, help me.. I would repay you, of course.."
She felt like she was dealing drugs instead of asking for a simple guide through the city. Twisting her blonde hair, she tugged at it nervously.

OUTFIT

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius jogged to catch up with her, glancing her up and down. She was hot. Damn hot. So fuckin’ hot that…well, Darius would take her home. Seriously. He would take her the fuck home and nail her into fucking infinity. That wasn’t even a question. That blonde hair, that smile, those eyes, those gazoombas, she just had it all in the damn bag. Fuck, man. Had he died and gone to heaven?

"Yes.." she admitted, "I got lost. Uh.. really lost."

”Lost, eh?” Darius grinned, though he was pretty sure she couldn’t see her since it was so fucking dark with all the street lights out. ”You got a map, girl? ‘Cause damn, am I lost in those eyes.” Darius fluttered his eyelids, twirling a dread around his finger. Fuck, he was hella good at pickup lines. Like, those were major pickup lines. Any lady who didn’t fall for the Dare Hare after one of his signature pickup lines could just get the fuck home.

"I, uh.. don't suppose you know the way to Barrie University, do you?"

Darius laughed slightly. ”First could I get some directions? To your-“ He shook his head, still laughing. He could not fucking remember what the hell was supposed to come next in that pickup line, but it was probably fucking genius, because the Dare Hare was a fucking genius. ”I’m just kiddin’, sweetie. You go to Barrie, eh?” He grasped her hand, pulling her down the sidewalk, hoping to fucking God he was going the right direction, because fuck if he knew how to get back to Barrie in the damn dark. At least if he was going to run into a fucking wall or some shit, he was way to hammered to feel any pain. ”You know…” he began contemplatively. ”I happen to go to Barrie. I’m something of a fucking legend there, if you know what I’m sayin’.” He rounded a corner, hoping it was the right one, because he was totally not in the mood to end up in fucking Alabama right now or some shit like that.

"If you could, um.. you know, help me.. I would repay you, of course.."

”Course I’ll help you.” He crossed the street on a whim. ”Repay me? Bet I’d be up for anything you wanna repay me with.” He began to whistle a song he’d heard on the radio this morning. Fuck, Lady Gaga was the hottest shit. ”Say,” he added in an afterthought. ”Didn’t catch the name.”

[NAYELI ROY]

”Lost, eh? You got a map, girl? ‘Cause damn, am I lost in those eyes.”

Nayeli held back a snort and rolled her eyes.

Seriously? Really?

She decided not to point out the fact that the possibility of him actually being able to see her eyes right now was slim. His voice seemed a bit thick and it slurred slightly.

He gave a small laugh.

”First could I get some directions? To your-“

She was kind of glad that he seemed to forget the rest of the pickup line.

”I’m just kiddin’, sweetie. You go to Barrie, eh? You know…I happen to go to Barrie. I’m something of a fucking legend there, if you know what I’m sayin’.”

She chuckled and shot him a shiny-Roy-grin.

"So, in other words, you're a troublemaker? I like it. Rules are overrated."

This was a fairly recent opinion, but she stuck with it.

”Course I’ll help you.” He crossed the street, still pulling her along with him. She breathed a sigh of relief. The dark streets weren't so scary when she had a tough looking guy with her.

”Repay me? Bet I’d be up for anything you wanna repay me with. Say, didn’t catch the name.”

Nayeli gave a sly smile. Bad boys were always heartbreakers, and Nay had had her share of broken hearts. But somehow, she was still drawn to them. Hell, they were fun.

"Nayeli Roy," she told him, smirking as she checked him out. She made certain that he could see her doing so.

"You can call me Nay, if you like. And who are you?"

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

This chick was laughing at him. Laughing at him. Laughing at the Dare Hare.

You know what? Fine. Fucking great, actually. Darius Harrisburg was the funniest piece of shit the world had ever seen, and everyone goddamn knew it. This chick had better be laughing at him, because Darius was goddamn hillare, and he would fucking punch her lights out if she didn’t laugh at his fucking funny pickup lines. So there. So fucking there.

"So, in other words, you're a troublemaker? I like it. Rules are overrated."

”Troublemaker.” That was a goddamn understatement. ”We can call it that.” He grinned, adjusting his cap and turning another corner. Barrie must be around here somewhere, right? Probably…yes! Fuck yes. He totally recognized that goddamn stationery store on the left. Alright, okay. He was fucking on this shit. ”And would you say you’re a…a troublemaker? Know what I’m sayin’?” He goddamn hoped she did. He needed some of that fucking Mary Jane he really really hoped she had.

"You can call me Nay, if you like. And who are you?"

”Nay, eh?” He chuckled, crossing another street. That had totally rhymed. He was so fucking funny. It was still dark. Shouldn’t the power companies or whatever be on this shit? Damnit, he was totally gonna sue pants off those goddamn power companies if the power wasn’t back real soon. ”I’m Darius Harrisburg. Friends call me the Dare Hare.” He straightened his sweatshirt. ”Get it? ‘Cause you know, like, the Dare part, of Darius, and the Hare part, like, Harrisburg?” He really was a hoot and a holler sometimes. Why wasn’t he a comedian? He should be a fucking comedian. He’d be funnier than Ellen Degenerous or whatever that lady’s name was.

[NAYELI ROY]

She followed him around the streets, wondering vaguely if he even knew where he was going. But it was better than her calling the shots. She could be terribly indecisive.
”And would you say you’re a…a troublemaker? Know what I’m sayin’?”
She shrugged a little.
Honestly, yes. Now that she had been essentially disowned by her family, she had followed her brother Karson into the dark. He bought her drugs and booze when she wanted them. She partied, but she was still a pretty good person overall. Nay was nice, or at least she liked to hope so. She did her homework...sometimes.
”Nay, eh? I’m Darius Harrisburg. Friends call me the Dare Hare.”
He straightened his sweatshirt, chuckling to himself a little.
”Get it? ‘Cause you know, like, the Dare part, of Darius, and the Hare part, like, Harrisburg?”
She raised her eyebrow, smirking a bit.
"Oh yeah. I get it."
This guy seemed to think he was the funniest shit ever.
She should humor him.
Nay stuck her hand into her dance bag and pulled out some joints, then took a lighter out of her pocket and lit one, breathing in the strange aroma. She still wasn't quite used to it, but Karson said it would come in time.
She blew the excess into Darius' face, her lips turning up into a small smile.
"Want one?"

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius tapped his foot against the pavement below him. So this chick was bangin' and all, but Darius was getting fucking bored of all this standing around and talking bullshit. Darius wasn't a talker, unless the subject was bongs or hot chicks. If something didn't start happening with this babe, Darius was going to fucking make something happen.

"Oh yeah. I get it." The Dare Hare nodded approvingly. He liked a girl who got his jokes. Because god damn, he was so fucking funny. Seriously. Bitches who didn't get his jokes were just stupid haters. And haters gon' hate, as he liked to say.

"Want one?"

Darius practically sprang forward. "Fuck yes, I god damn want one!" He snatched a joint from her hand, lighting up expertly. He exhaled as the fucking fly feeling washed over him. "Ey, this ain't gon' cost me anything, is it?" he added in an afterthought. Darius didn't exactly got no god damn money, and the little that he did he'd owed to Xavier for like, a million fucking years. God, he fucking hated Xavier and his god damn asshole prices. What, did Darius look like he was made of money?

The correct answer to that question was no. Darius did not look like he was made of money. Asshole.

[NAYELI ROY]

Darius very nearly pounced on her for the joint.

"Fuck yes, I god damn want one!"

She gave a little giggle as he lit it and took a hit like his life depended on it.

"Ey, this ain't gon' cost me anything, is it?"

He threw her a kind of hesitant look and she grinned and shook her head.

"Just don't tell where you got it. It's not very... professional of me to use or have possession of it. I don't want my future career trashed."

Nayeli looked down at her fingers, twirling the glowing joint between them. After a few moments, she flicked away her joint, and dug through her dance bag carefully.

Finally she found what she had been looking for and glanced around before carefully inhaling some coke. She sighed and her smile grew from the feeling of the stimulant. Nay glanced at Darius, wondering briefly what he would think of the little blonde dancer who randomly snorted cocaine to get her mind off of everything. She gave a small smirk and shrugged, then let out a relaxed sigh.

"So, Dare Hare. We anywhere near the destination, or are you leading the unsuspecting blonde to some dark alleyway?"

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius lit up and inhaled, feeling the relaxing aura of the grass inflate to engulf his every sense. Fuck, it was so good. It was so, so, so good. Like sex and honey and every hottest of hot chicks in the world combined to form a fucking amazing, beautiful fucking piece of amazing shit. Seriously. A few more whiffs and Darius Harrisburg would be on top of the fucking world. The smoke wafted through his nostrils, and it smelled like freedom. Fucking freedom. Darius was fucking doing this shit that he wanted to do tonight, because the lights were off, and goddamn it, he liked grass.

"Just don't tell where you got it. It's not very... professional of me to use or have possession of it. I don't want my future career trashed."

”Fuck, girl, I ain’t gonna do no such…” Darius paused. “Pretty sure I forgot your fuckin’ name already, anyways.” He inhaled deeply. ”So. What the fuck’s this career shit anyway? Professional hustler?” It was the only job Darius could think of involving the selling of dope. And what the fuck other career would anyone ever want to have?

"So, Dare Hare. We anywhere near the destination, or are you leading the unsuspecting blonde to some dark alleyway?"

”Nah, no worries. We’re here.” He nodded towards the University gate a block down from them. ”Pretty dark in there, I gotta say. Hope elec’s back on before Jersey Shore tomorrow night.” God, he fucking loved Jersey Shore. Best fucking television show in the entire fucking world. Seriously.

”Hey, y’know,” he began, leading her towards the University. ”If you ain’t got other plans tonight, my dorm room’s always wide open.” He winked, motioning towards his dorm room with his head. ”If you’re looking for a good time, I mean. The Dare Hare doesn’t need power to put on a wild fucking party.” He grinned enticingly.

[NAYELI ROY]

”Fuck, girl, I ain’t gonna do no such…”

Darius stopped and thought for a moment.

“Pretty sure I forgot your fuckin’ name already, anyways. So. What the fuck’s this career shit anyway? Professional hustler?”

Nayeli shrugged, a small ironic smile on her face, "Nay. But no. That's my brother. I'm a dancer. And no one would hire a professional dancer if they know she's got cocaine in her purse."

”Nah, no worries. We’re here.”

She looked down the street and they were indeed heading in the right direction. This guy was pretty useful.

”Pretty dark in there, I gotta say. Hope elec’s back on before Jersey Shore tomorrow night.”

She chuckled a little, a bit unsure if he was kidding or not.

”Hey, y’know, if you ain’t got other plans tonight, my dorm room’s always wide open.”

Nayeli raised her eyebrow a bit and Darius winked at her, nodding towards his dorm.

”If you’re looking for a good time, I mean. The Dare Hare doesn’t need power to put on a wild fucking party.”

She laughed a little, nodding. What else was there to do? Go into her room and sit alone in the dark? Why not have a little fun?

Nay grinned at him, her blood rushing from her high and her eyes alert and focused in the dark.

"Sure, Dare Hare. Let's just see how good of a party you throw."

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius walked towards Dumas Hall, which was way over on the fucking other side of campus, which Darius fucking hated because let’s face it, his body was the hottest shit at this Barrie University place. Seriously. If there was anyone who didn’t need fucking exercise in this whole goddamn shithole, it was Darius Harrisburg, the Dare Hare. Anyways, he burned so many cals from partying it up all day, errday, that he totally deserved to be fucking carried around on a chair or whatever like those broskis in old Ancient Egypt movies. Yeah. That was what he fucking needed.

"Nay. But no. That's my brother. I'm a dancer. And no one would hire a professional dancer if they know she's got cocaine in her purse."

”Nay. Nay. Nay. Nay.” He repeated the name to himself, though he was pretty sure he’d fucking forget it in about seven seconds anyway, because he wasn’t smart like that, because fuck nerds. He hated them. There were some of them in his Political Science class, and they were the most annoying, know-it-all little shits in the world. Seriously. ”Dancer, eh?” He grinned, hoping that Dancer meant what he thought it meant. ”I can live with that. Seen my fair share of dancers in my day.” He winked, his eye twinkling in the moonlight as he pulled open the door to the building of his dorm.

"Sure, Dare Hare. Let's just see how good of a party you throw."

Darius grinned. He could throw a fucking damn good party, and everyone at Barry University knew it. ”First floor, B2.” He shoved his key into the lock, hoping to God his fucking roommate wasn’t home right now, and pulled open the door. ”C’mon in, Nay. Make yourself at home.”

[NAYELI ROY]

”Nay. Nay. Nay. Nay.”

He repeated her name, surely an attempt to memorize it.
She looked around, following him across campus, mind sharply aware of everything.

”Dancer, eh? I can live with that. Seen my fair share of dancers in my day.”

Winking at her, Darius opened the door to his building. She stepped inside, smirking a bit.

"Really? Ever been to a ballet? I can dance several genres, but I excel in ballet."

She followed him down the hall, and he stopped in front of one of the doors, unlocking it swiftly.

”First floor, B2. C’mon in, Nay. Make yourself at home.”

Nayeli went in. The room was just as dark as the hall, which wasn't an improvement. She sat on one of the beds, not really caring if it was his or someone else's.

"So, what now? What's there to do in your little dark dorm room, Dare?"

She gave a small challenging grin, although she was unsure if he could see it.


(MUGS IS A FAILURE. BLARGH)

[DARIUS HARRISBURG]

Darius’ roommate wasn’t home. Yes. Fucking fuck yes. It was so damn awkward when he brought a chick back to the apartment and his roommate was there. ‘Specially ‘cause his roommate was a chick. So. This would be nice. He hurried over to his desk and pulled out his special jar, digging through the utensil drawer for a spoon, and offered the two to her. ”Want some honey? I got loads.”

"Really? Ever been to a ballet? I can dance several genres, but I excel in ballet."

Ballay? The fuck was “ballay”? Was that like, the way these New York peeps said “belly”? ‘Cause Darius had fucking seen some sexy-ass belly dancers in his lifetime, and anything sexy-ass was fucking wonderful in Darius’ book. ”Hell yeah girl, I seen me some nice ballay,” he said, winking snidely. ”Ya wanna do some right here, right now?” He folded his hands behind his head and leaned back against the wall, hoping this chick wasn’t a liar. Darius hated fucking liars.

"So, what now? What's there to do in your little dark dorm room, Dare?"

Darius shrugged. ”Well, we got some honey. We got some, uh…” He gestured at the closet where the pot was stored, but he probably only had like, 2 left, and he didn’t really wanna waste them on some chick. At least, not until she’d proven herself. He laughed slightly to himself. What was this, fucking King Arthur? ”Not much with no power, though. Guess we gotta make our own entertainment.” He winked slyly again, wondering if this Nay chick would have any ideas.