Training (Victoria/Michael)

I give her my best poker face. What do you mean we're not normal? What do normal people do for a living?

"Well, normal people don't always have to hunt. They can just live their lives. But if you're a hunter, there is always a side of you that will be careful, always calculating what to do. Especially when there is a supernatural source around. Am I wrong?" I ask and look at him. His face doesn't say anything at all. It looks like it's made out of stone.

I can't help but laugh. Lesson number one outside of hunting, never take me seriously. Victoria I'm kidding. I know that we're not normal. I'm thirty one years old. I know the difference. I shake my head and laugh. Don't take me too seriously, Toria.

My cheeks blush and I smile gently. "To be honest, the first time I saw you I thought you were an ass." I bit on my bottom lip and try not to laugh. "No offense but the first time I saw you you were the one acting badass not me."
I tap on the counter with my fingers and open the vodka bottle again. I listen to the music that plays. Oh, I know that song!
I hum it silently.

I smirk. I wasn't acting, Tori. I am a badass, and an ass, with a heart, and a sense of humor. I chuckle as she begins to hum to the new song that's playing. I grin. But let's face it, I'm a hot badass. I grin and wink playfully.

I grin when he says that. "Yeah, maybe" I shrug my shoulders and look around the whole Grill. There are just one or two faces that I recognize. "Okay, hot badass, tell me something. Except that you think you're hot." I grin.

I raise my eyebrows. Tell you what? I look at her and smirk. Maybe if she was older.

"Anything. Everything. Something. Just..I don't know." I giggle. Okay way too much alcohol was going on in my blood system. I sigh and look at the bottle of vodka. It was almost full when I filled my last shot in. Now it was almost empty... ups.

I chuckle. Alright tipsy. I was born in Carlisle, England. That's the northern tip of the country. I told you. You want something interesting out of me, ask a question. I grin. This is hilarious.

"Okay, okay. Hold on." I clear my throat and look back at him. "You said you knew my father. We lived in London. How do you came there? London...is..in..England...."
Everything in my head is mixed up. I think I had way too much vodka.
"Why did you let me drink so much? I will have a horrible head ache."

I chuckle. I went to school in London when my parents were killed. I wanted an actual education. I can't help but laugh at her alcohol comment. We both know I couldn't have stopped you if I tried. Plus, it's cute when you're drunk. I grin.

"I'm not drunk, I'm just happy. And probably very, very tired."
I sigh and close my eyes. "Unbelievable. I think you're right. I'm drunk."

I hum in response. Hmm, maybe I should take you home. I smirk. This couldn't be more humorous.

I sigh. This could be very awkward. I'm living in a huge apartment right now. I run a hand through my hair. You could stay at my place if you want? I quickly add to my sentence. There are separate bedrooms, it's not like we'd be sharing a bed or anything.

"Oh. Uhm.." Awkward moment....
"I didn't want to say that I would.. I mean.. I"
I blush. "I think it's fine. I mean we're just friends and with separate bedrooms."

I nod and wordlessly lead us out and into my car. I open the passenger door for her before climbing in the driver's seat and driving us to my apartment. I grab our bags from the trunk and sling them over my shoulder. I lead her to my apartment that looks more like a condo. I open the door and step aside to let her in. Come on in.

"Thanks, Mike. I appreciate it." I smile at him and look around. It look much more comfortable than the place I'm living in. I really need another apartment.

I nod. Don't mention it. The fridge, TV, everything's open for use. Pick any room, except the one down the far right hall. That's mine. I drape my jacket on a chair and lie down on the couch.

"Alright. Don't worry." I am still a little bit drunk and my knees feel like rubber, so I decide to sit down on the chair next to the couch.
"Wow, my brain seems like it's melting" I mumble and hold my head. "Never vodka like that again."

I smirk and stand back up. I grab a can of ginger ale and hand it to her. Should take the edge off. I sit back down on the couch and close my eyes.

"Hm..thanks." I take a sip. "Okay, I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one who was drinking the vodka. Why am I the one who is like this? Or do you just have a better pokerface than I?"

I smirk. I'm older, and I didn't drink an entire bottle. I saved mine for tomorrow. I sigh and take my dagger out of my belt before throwing it at the bullseye on my dart board. It hits dead center

I feel that my eyes start closing automatically. "Okay, I don't want to bother you with anything else. Just tell me where I can sleep and you can do whatever you want." I stand up and take the dagger out of the dart board and throw it back to him.

I catch her arm before she walks away. I stand up and tilt her chin up so that I can see her jaw. You're hurt and you didn't even know it. Damn, it's deep too. Come here. I lead her to the kitchen. Take a seat on the counter. I wait for her to do as I ask as I look through my cabinets for first aid.