good girls are bad girls that have't been caught

Daemon smirked at Talon’s attitude. It sure was improving as of lately. He rose his eyebrows at her. ”Babe, you can’t have fun on an empty wallet,” he said, though that was wrong. He could think of plenty things to do that didn’t involve money. However none of them were things Talon seemed to want to do. Yet.

He looked around at the people surrounding them. A few people he recognized but no one of any importance. There was a particularly cute chubby girl in a crop top and shorts not too far away who stole his eyes for just a moment, before he turned back towards Talon. ”Besides, stealing from people is fun,” he said, sliding his second hand down and into one of the rear pockets of Talon’s shorts. He pulled their faces closer with a dangerous grin. ”It’s fun to distract someone with your mouth, and pull somethin’ outta their pockets while they ain’t lookin’.”

She was definitely still flushed; Talon could upgrade her attitude all she wanted, but there was no way she could just be bad right away. She was still innocent, a virgin, and basically just talked big. Daemon could see through it and he defended his own actions as looking out for her. If another observant guy like him came along, they’d see her innocence under the façade. He was toughening her up – that was all. His lip tilted up into a half smirk at her rather simple retort.

Her comment when he slipped his hand into her pocket was timid, too. He rose his brows. ”If you want to start stealin’ drinks, ya might wanna keep your little innocence up. Guys’ll see you actin’ all sweet and innocent and they’ll try to get you drunk. It’s an easier approach for you, but probably a riskier one. But, if you don’t want anyone to use ya like a doormat, you gotta demand that drink.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. The song changed, and a giggily couple brushed past Daemon and Talon, paying them no mind. Daemon paid them no mind, either. ”I guess it depends: do you actually wanna try to be demanding, or do ya wanna seem like a pushover?”

Daemon hadn’t expected for Talon to stand up for herself right then, he was content to just let the giggling couple shimmy on by. But to his surprise Talon separated from him and spoke up. Though the drunken couple didn’t acknowledge her for more than a moment, Daemon was surprised. And it generally took quite a bit to catch him off guard. Plus, Talon implying anything sexual? It made him smirk in amusement.

As she approached him, he glanced at the couple. ”Well, I liked your line. It’s not something I expected from you,” he said, reaching over to her chin. He straightened her neck slightly. ”But you still sounded unsure. Next time, ya gotta stand confident with your chin up. The right kinda attitude’ll scare people like that away from ya. So you can do it with just a look.” he said. ”Innocent ain’t the word I’d use. The only thing you lack is confidence, Tal.”

Daemon grinned at Talon, reaching up a hand o gently brush some of her hair back. To anyone looking at them from the outside it may have looked like a sweet gesture, one a lover might give to their partner. But there was still something snake-like about Daemon’s expression, even as it took a somewhat sympathetic turn at Talon’s insecurity. ”You’re gettin’ there, babe.” He said.

”You’re not gonna be perfect at first. But you also don’t wanna be a pushover your whole life, eh?” He shrugged. ”I’d hate to see you get yourself in a situation you can’t get outta. Confidence is somethin’ you grow, you can’t just get it immediately. Though if I looked as cute as you I’d probably be pretty confident.” he teased, giving her a half smirk.

”Yeah, I got confidence. ‘Cause I’m hot, and I know I’m hot. You could have it, too. You just gotta learn how hot you are,” he said. He flicked his hair back behind his forehead. ”Most people are gonna look at you, and they’re gonna judge. No matter how ya look. So what’s the point in trying to stay stiff and self-conscious? You know who you are. People are attracted to confidence. Own who you are, and everyone’ll wanna get to know you. No matter how you look.”

He glanced behind Talon as the dance floor, pointing to a rather plain looking guy with his shirt half open. ”See that guy? Harry’s pretty ugly, even from a straight guy’s perspective. But he still gets girls. Why? He’s confident even though he sure don’t deserve it,” He turned back to Talon. ”But i[]you

Daemon shrugged. ”Maybe a little bit. One thing I always knew was to fake confidence ‘till it’s real.” He said. He thought briefly of Sarah – though she had been a cheerleader she hadn’t been the most confident person, especially after her boyfriend Tony cheated on her. He could see through her false confidence, and knew she was insecure underneath. But no one else could. Not even Tony. He chewed on the inside of his lip. ”People are gonna gravitate towards the most confident person. You think even I don’t have bouts of insecurity, babe?” A twisted smirk appeared on his lips at that.

He threw an arm around Talon’s shoulders. ”You are what you make yourself. You wanna be a good girl wallflower forever? Fine. But if you wanna be more confident and stand out... you got work for it.”