by Gooz
In the crowd of people, off to the side, another couple of youths were making out. A youthful-looking Italian-American man, a few years older than his apparent age of eighteen, paused briefly to say, "It's good to be in the home of my parents after all!" He then resumed kissing the beautiful young woman again.
Stopping once more, he started dancing like a madman all around, having the time of his life. "Women... fresh air... ah, women -- this is the life!" He turned back to the woman. "I'll... call you later!"
Without a word in reply, she just nodded her head as she continued to stare deeply into his eyes for as long as she could. Soon he moved back into the crowd of people, and women all around turned toward him. One beautiful woman stepped up to him, wearing the mask of a bird. He looked into her eyes. "Care for a drink? Maybe something with a twist?" he asked, sure of himself.
"Ahh... Why, yes."
His belt buckle made a small beeping sound. "I'm sorry, miss...?"
"Philipe. Valerie Philipe."
"Maybe we will share that drink some other time then, no?" The young man known as Exile kissed her hand and was off, back into the crowds. God, I love being a telepath! But now duty calls.