In the city of love.

Today was a good day and Coronel was sight seeing in his favorite city; Paris ,France. He loved it here he under stood french Because he learned it to talk to the women here and today he was having fun. He stopped by the Iafelle Tower to go up and to look around; maybe even order some food. He was in high class clothes, but not a suit. He haited suits it made him look tacky so he had dress pants a sharp black colored shirt that was very exspinsive and a black nilon silk black over coat.

He had brought enough money to pay the cities eletric bill for months. After this he would go gambling for fun. Although he hoped some one he was close to would show up for company. He hated being alone so he wondered around and waited.

Paris was a wonderful place. With all the wonders Sean never seen in New York. All a bit bewildering to him. As he walked in a skippy fashion along the streets. It was the city of love. Well and i suppose you can guess why he was so happy. Though an explanation would be uneeded. Now he was just finding what to do. Maybe some gambling. Food testing? One thing or the other.

He wore somewhat loose blue jeans. Which he stole from Brightside. Cause thats jsut how he worked. Wearing a simple white shirt. That was also slightly loose. Hair black with blonde highlights swept to the side. Today he felt good. Instead of using his powers to fight. He used it for a more artistic purpose. Making sculptures of ice. As well as fluffy snow onto the crowd. They applauded cheering. Some even giving him little donations of Euros. Which Sean knew little about. Though he smiled thanking them. Unlike everyone else in the casino he sat in the corner. Nursing down a martini. Slowly as he looked over the crowd. Occasionally doing some gambling himself. Mostly watching a guy with white hair doing a decent amount of winning. Sean wondered how he was doing that. While the eyes of some were on him. Which he was used to. Sighing Sean took a sip from his martini. Debating whether to go back to his hotel or stay here and drink some more.

Clayton had been in Paris for a few days now. It was his first time there, and if his luck stayed this way it would be his last. This place sucks. he thought, only been in this Casino twenty minutes and I’m already down two-hundred euros.. Clayton wasn’t exactly sure how much a Euro was in comparison to a dollar but two-hundred euros felt like more than two-hundred dollars. Clayton looked down at his cards and the scowl on his face turned into a smug look of satisfaction, “That’s 20, Frenchie.” Clayton felt invincible at that moment, if, no- when he won this hand he’d break even and that small victory would be all he needed over this brutal, French dealer. Unfortunately, whatever hopes he had were crushed when the dealer returned the cocky smile, “21, American.”

“No way. Nofuckingway.”

the dealer shrugged, still grinning, and asked him something in French.

“Yeah. I’m done here... But I’ll be back.” Clayton had no idea what the man asked but he assumed it was something along the lines of “Care to try again?” or something close enough to that, anyway. He gathered his remaining chips off the table and stormed over to the bar; if he was going to spend all his money, he might as well get something for it. The black suit he wore betrayed his somewhat expensive tastes, but he didn’t look like he was showing off. Quite the opposite, actually; Clayton wore suits so often that it was actually kind of hard to picture him without one. He never wore a tie, though, never ever. He hated ties.

Clayton leaned over on to the bar; “Two gin and tonics, make it quick” he ordered from the woman behind the bar and reached into his pocket, removing a wad of bills. To his right there was a younger boy drinking some sort of martini. The first thing Clayton noticed was his hair, which he hated. He hoped the guy wasn’t the type to start conversation.

Wow he was having fun. Poker, 21, and more he has to have robbed the casino by now. He was in the middle of beating the few guys at the table. He lifted up his cars and once he seen them a tear run down his eye. He had 21 again. He flipped his cards and pulled the pile of chips to him. He put them away in a container or 7 and cashed them in. Giving him another check for 10000000 dollars man was he happy.

He walked over to the bar seeing a few people there two inparticular and said what the heck! He said" everyone at the bar drinks on me." He took his seat in between Sean and Clayton " Hello how yall two doing." "What are you drining ... before they could anwer he told the bar tender refills for these two gentlemen" one looked all classy in a suit and the other was wearing nice pants and shirt wich still loook pretty cool.

He asked if they wanted to join him at the 21 game table " I will give you both 100000 euros if you play with me for a little while and after this we can get in my sports cars and go to a nice resturant?" He sat there for a few seconds for the two people to make up thier mind.

In a few more sips the martini was depleted and Sean frowned. That was all that Sean cared to spend on alchohol. After all he had a budget to maintain. Needed to get back to the states eventually and didn't need his boyfriend to try gouging his throat out. A man sat next to him ordering two gins and a tonic. Well he looked a little annoying. With his suave sense of "fashion". That guy probably didn't know the meaning of the word if it bit him in the ass. Then a guy sat down buying everyone at the bat a drink. Which Sean smield to as another martini was placed to him. Sipping happily on it. Like a kid who was handed a lollipop. "hmmm ." Was all he cared to say.Sean tilted his head. Money just to hang out with him? No way he could refuse. Though the questionw as sudden. Felt unconfortable. So if the other guy said yes. Maybe. Though it seemed unlikely.

Clayton had finished his first drink and was on his way to finishing the second when the white haired man bought everyone at the bar a round of whatever they were drinking. Must have won real big, Clayton thought, noting that he and emo boy were the only two at that particular casino bar. He didn’t mind letting a stranger pay for his drinks; in fact, he wished it’d happen more often, but things got a little creepy when the man sat down in between him and the other guy. The man’s offer nearly made him spit drink all over himself, but he managed to swallow it before turning the guy down, “Sorry, pal. Thanks for the drink and everything, but I’m not looking for a date tonight.” Clayton was a bit puzzled that the kid took the man up on his bizarre offer. Maybe he’s an escort or something Clayton shrugged. Wait! Does this guy think I’m- he shook his head. It really didn’t matter what some stranger in France thought of him, but it still made him feel awkward. Clayton wondered how the guy had not only managed to make such an insane amount of money here, but also why exactly the casino hadn’t taken him out to an alley and beat him for it. The questions brought up a flashback of the last time Clayton was in Vegas and a casino tried that on him; it was their mistake.

He went from looking over joyed to a lone blank face. He said so you need a girlfriend well so do i and we are going to skip the game an go get one. He told the bar tender one more round for my friends. The bar tender set all three down in front of Coonel and turned around. Coronel used his power while the two guys were looking and no one else was to push the drinks to the two men.

Waiting for there reasponse he lit a match and said" Come find me when you are done ill be waiting out side, everything tonight will be on me, see you outside." Smoke filled the air around him and he started to walk leaving the cloud of smoke behind to evaporate into thin air. He walked out side and stood on the side walk patiently waiting for the two. What he did not know was that the two he randomly seen were just like him.

The next drink brought his total up to twenty drinks. Only half were martini. While the other half drinks of a stronger kind. So he was feeling the effects of the alchohol. Dulling or whatever it usually it did. Releasing his usual inhibitions. Which didn't couple welll with Claytons statement. Sending him into a fit of giggles. Forehead pressed against the bar. "You're would be perfect. You both have horrible taste in suits." He said in between chuckles. Holding his stomach which started to hurt. He tended to laugh when the alchohol set in. Seeming like a five year old. Till he regained his composure. Taking a deep gulp of his martini. Then resting his fore head against the bar once again. Mood changing dramatically. Well Sean was a weird drunk. "So what do you think of him? Personally I think he's crazy, but i don't know." Now he was talking in a slurry way. Most likely aimed at Clayton. Thoguh he didn't even know. Right now his mind was somewhat messed up. Welll all the drinking he did tended to do that.

Clayton raised an eyebrow at the strange man moving the drinks across the counter, seemingly with his mind. “Neat trick.” He wasn’t actually impressed. The guy was meta-human, so? Clayton was too, and so were countless other people. The other guy at the bar might even have some sort of super powers; it honestly wouldn’t surprise him. It seemed everywhere he turned these days there was some jerk with super powers. If Mr. Push ’n’ Pull didn’t actually have powers and that was just some parlor trick, it might be more impressive to him.

Clayton felt slightly relieved when Cornel decided to leave. Yeah, go creep out women too. He rolled his eyes. Then Sean started having a giggling fit and said something about Clayton and Cornel being perfect for each other due to bad taste in clothing. “Hey!” Clayton snapped at the comment, but the drinks were starting to catch up with him and his head was feeling a bit too fuzzy to quickly come up with a comeback, “Well you two both have goofy hair.” Clayton settled on that. “What do I think of him? I think he’s a lonely guy. You’d think, with that kind of money, that he’d have friends or something... You know, I don’t think he listened to a single word I said. Like I’m going to go out there and hang out with him. Hell no.” Clayton realized he was ranting but he was having a terrible time in the city so far and he liked to complain when he was drinking, “and what was with that telekinesis thing he just did? What, does he think he’s a jedi or something? Really.” Clayton was petty and could have gone on and on about the guy he just met but he realized something: if the man was telling the truth, he had atleast 200,000 euros on him that he was just giving up. 200,000, maybe more, that could be his if he played his cards right. The gears were turning in his head now, maybe he’d be able to leave Paris a very rich man.

"WOW" Coronel hated waiting while they were in the bar he started talking to girls out side on the street who were staring at him and amiring him. They were happy to run into Coronel and he was happy to run into them. He asked if they all would like to go for a walk in Paris. They said "it would not hurt at all" so he said "tonight is on me but dont try to rip me off" Man this day was getting better and better he was surrounded by women and he could not help him self to go back inside and tell them to hurry because he knew they would come who could turn down this offer.

He walked back inside with the group of girls and the front door man stopped him. He asked what he was doing and Coronel said he was getting a few friends. He walked into the casino and looked over to the bar well even though they were gripeing at least it was talk. He looked over and told them to hurry up. He knew what was going through the girls minds they were thinking how everyone looked soo sexy. He would either leave with or without but he knew it was going to be good either way.

He held his hand up in the air and told them to sit like bumbs or hurry and come. Ill give you 5 more minutes and he walked out back onto the streets talking to the ladies.

"Well your just jealous i have a." he hiccuped. "Pretty guy." He was sure wasted. As he took another gulp of alchohol. Then his attention was somewho turned to replying to his own question. "I think he's just a lonely loser. Needs to buy friends." He really ddin't have an opinion of the guy. In fact to Sean he was just a random stranger. Then he came in with a group of girls. An unimpressive feat to him. Well girls never impressed Sean. They were just there and nothing more. At least he ddin't think of them like that. Apparently the guy was getting restless. "So should we go with the weirdo, or sit here? I dont really trust him. Can't trust a guy like that. Seeme's too good to be true." Even though Sean wanted the money. It would be sad if this ended up with a pointless fight. Never was a pointless fight good. No where near as fun as a one with a point.