A Little Torment (Tristan/Evelyn/Cat)

The weather was getting warmer, and Evelyn was more than happy to take advantage of that fact by spending time outdoors. This country was far too rainy and cloudy, especially when she had gotten so used to the warmth and sun of Italy. She was on a rock outcropping, her shoes off to the side as she leaned back to take in the sun. She was supposed to be meeting Cat, but had decided to come out a little early to enjoy the sun and sound of the waves.

It was no longer necessary to hide his smoking, but taking a walk to do so was habit by now. Tristan had almost stayed in the dorms, almost missed out on the weather and on one of the finest pieces of ass he'd seen in Europe. F~ me. He stopped and took a long, appreciative look with his next drag. Sweet T and he'd bet that A was just as nice.

“You are f~ing stunning," he said, flicking his cigarette to the ground. "I've got to see if there’s more to you. I’m Tristan.”

Evelyn turned her head slowly toward the voice and raised her carefully-groomed eyebrows. "Oh, dear, do go on and give me another line like that," she said. "Don't worry, I have another thong in my bag, I just want to hear another." It had been a while since she'd stumbled across someone so blunt and, well, the opposite of suave.

"I call it like I see it," Tristan said with a careless shrug. As he saw it, she'd attempted to call a bluff when he wasn't bluffing. "If I wanted to make you wet, I'd make you wet, I'm just saying you've got a sweet f~ing body." And she was feisty. He liked a little fire. And speaking of fire, maybe he'd try out his smolder. The brows came down and the eyes spoke; he'd eat her up like little red riding hood if given the chance.

Evelyn gave an amused, humming almost-chuckle and her lips curved. "Do women normally respond well to your come-ons?" she asked. Personally, she knew a few who would sooner slap him than blush and agree to a dance. She had the distinct impression that the guy had never had any experience with women, at least not with any who had any form of class or self-respect.

"Do you normally shoot down innocent compliments?" Tristan returned. He pressed his hand to his heart and gave a look of mock hurt. "You're tearing my heart out and I don't even know your name." She hadn't given him a chance. Maybe she was a lesbian. Maybe she had a boyfriend. Nah, she'd have said something. Probably a les.

"Oh, I just like playing with my food," Evelyn said, smiling again. She was also completely willing to believe Tristan didn't have an innocent compliment or intention in his body. "I'm Evelyn." After a pause, she sat up and turned to face him, swinging her legs over the edge of the rock and crossing her ankles. "Did you learn your innocent compliments the same place you learned that I'll f~ your brains out smolder?" The last word rolled off her tongue.

Maybe she wasn't a lesbian. Tristan's lips twitched into a shadow of a satisfied smirk. So she was playing hard-to-get. He could handle that. For a chance with a body like hers, he could damn well handle that. "If you want a f~ I won't turn it down," he said. "Since you suggested it."

He gave her a little more smolder as he narrowed the space between him. He wouldn't get in slapping distance, but if she wanted to play, they could play a little closer.

"You're reading a lot into my words, darling," Evelyn said. Her lips curved as a sudden image of Cat pouncing his way onto the rock entered her mind, but Tristan didn't need to know the source of that secretive smile. "You seem like the type to get down to business, and the type who isn't used to hearing no." Of course, maybe he wasn't used to hearing yes, either, and just hadn't had the chance to refine things.

"I know how to get down," Tristan said, giving what he intended to look like a casual shrug. If he realized that he was playing out of his league here, he ignored the fact. Evelyn was too hot to pass up, and you struck out 100% of the time when you didn't even try.

"I haven't heard a no today," he said, a little hope mixed in with the facade of extreme confidence. She hadn't said no, she'd just played with him and as far as he was concerned, playing meant convince me. That was precisely what he was working on.

Evelyn put her hands on either side of her knees and leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping a little. "Did you know that some no's are nonverbal?" she asked. "There's I'm not interested and playful blushing and never exactly saying yes or no and running to the loo and never coming back and stringing you along so you buy me drinks."

Tristan wasn't old enough to buy drinks, so he dismissed that. In fact, he dismissed most of what she'd said. She'd told him before that she was playing with her food, and that sounded a lot more like convince me than it did go away. Besides, he was hot. That was a good start to anything.

"Tell me you're not interested," he challenged her. "Not even a little." He wouldn't believe it. Not after all those coy smiles, that leg-crossing, and their continued conversation.

"You rely far too much on your good looks," Evelyn said. "You come off cocky and arrogant. Learn sincerity and subtlety and perhaps if I'm ever not taken again I'll be interested." Here and now, at least, she wasn't interested, however much she liked to play. He was good looking, though, and people could change, and the future was filled with unknowns.

It took Tristan a moment to absorb all that, and another moment to pick out the part about being taken. He wanted to seize on that promise of some day, but something in the way she'd spoken threw him off his groove. Suddenly she sounded like his mother.

This was where Dad would tell her he knew she liked it and everyone would clear out of the room to leave them alone, but Tristan doubted it would work out like that for him.

"You could've just told me you were with someone," he said, burying his sulk in a shrug. Whatever.

Evelyn chuckled and shrugged. "Oh, I couldn't pass it up, dear, I'm sorry," she said. "I like a bit of teasing, and my Cat knew that when he asked me out." She tucked a wave of hair behind her ear and tilted her head curiously at the guy. "Are you new?" As far as she could tell, she hadn't seen Tristan around the campus, but even in a small school it was possible to miss someone.