Hanging With the Boys; Oliver/Cerberus

[Essence Newman]

"Cute fox you got there."

"Thanks," Essence said, loosening her grip on Oliver a little bit. "It's Bradbury," she added, correcting Oliver's mispronunciation with a grin. The smile only grew when he introduced her as his "bestest fwend Kitty." She watched him move away a little and told him, "Stay close, Ollie."

She ran a hand over the back of her neck and, to the man, said, "It's Essence, actually. Kid just calls me Kitty..." She shrugged a little, chuckling. She could flirt with the handsome stranger. Just had to be careful. Keep her wits about her.

[cerberus]

"Uh, my name ees Owiver. An' dis is mah bestest fwend Braybeer," he explained, pointing, "an' mah bestest fwend Kitty."

Cerb held in a soft laugh as he nodded. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Oliver, Bradbury.. And uh.." He snickered softly, licking at his lips. "Kitty." He smiled crookedly. "Stay close, Ollie." He looked over at the kid as he took to his feet. She definitely had her guard up.

"It's Essence, actually. Kid just calls me Kitty..."

He smiled, nodding. All this smiling made him want to puke. "Well, Essence. Pleasure to meet you." Politeness never really suited him. "Name's" Name.. can't honestly expect for her to call him by his given hell name, could he? "Caleb, but friends call me Cerb."

[Oliver]

He could stay close. He didn't do it willingly, but it he did it. Sighing, Oliver plopped down in Kitty's lap, reaching to snap a few blades of grass from the ground and strip them strand by strand, picking them apart. Hmm, Cerb. That was a funny name. But he looked fun. Maybe he wanted to play dinosaur with them, too.

"Kitty," he prompted, getting bored easily, "we pay now, pease?"