Blue did not rush our wipe as frantically as the girl did. In fact, he would use the term moseying. He picked up the bag and walked toward the back door, letting flames lick around his body from time to time, lifting his cargo out of the way. He heard sirens and then the sprinklers came on. What a buzz kill.

Eventually he made it to where she was waiting. The gas line had preoccupied any thoughts of pursuit. Maybe some of their mutant containment units were busy on other sectors. He heard those were a thing now. With a yawn he approached, watching as the ring bottle shattered. ”I’m starting to think walkin’ thru walls has made you a tad clumsy, luv. Or is that just your natural reaction to someone as hot as me?” Feeling devilish, he leaned and poked her one on the cheek. Up close his eyes were brilliant blue that matched his flames. The flames themselves felt warm at best. Like a slight puff of warm air against your skin.

The cheek he poke was solid because she allowed it to be. Juniper reveled in the warmth that contrasted nicely with the chill on the air, and at just how pretty his eyes were up close.

The night definitely hadn't turned out how she had thought it would what with a building burning down behind them, but she also wasn't going to argue against it. She probably should have felt bad, probably... But everyone had already made out safely so at the moment at least she couldn't be bothered. There was a hot guy in front of her, she'd already seen everything he had to share, and he was currently tipping the bad boy scales so much there was clearly nothing on the other side to stabilize it. He was the little shoulder devil incarnate, and also effing huuuge.

"A little bit of both, honestly. It's hard to care about stuff when you have the money to easily replace it, and yes, you are really hot in both senses."

She'd been with bad guys before, you know the types.. hot jerks who were a little too arrogant but still great in bed. She'd never been with full on evil though. This level of bad was cranked past 11, and... Honestly, it was super exciting. Enough to get and keep her interested.

"Can't blame a girl for appreciating the natural beauty of things..." Her eyes dipped a little and she smirked, before phasing her upper half in case he wanted to get handsy. She turned on a heel and headed off down the alley, away from the sirens and smoke. "There is a place down this way that has decent pants, if you're still insisting on them. I don't mind the view as it is though~"

Natural beauty eh? She had a silver tongue behind the venom she displayed earlier. Blue found that amusing. In fact, he was finding her somewhat amusing in general. Maybe that’s why his hand started for her shoulder before she phased out of reach.

Hmm, hard to get? Blue didn’t okay very often, but she had committed arson with him and was promising clothing. Or, promising he wouldn’t need clothing? He had t decided which way he wanted this to go.

”As amusing as it is walking around the city naked, it does tend to attract even more notice to ones crimes. Also, if you keep teasing me it makes other things less discrete.” He preferred leaving some things to the imagination when possible. Even if the fire stopped his nudity from being immediately evident, it also drew enough attention for people to look closer. ”Having pants would also keep there from being as much of me to cause fires should you try to piss me off again.” Technically he could burn through them once more, but it would stall him from flat out scorching the girl. Although, the phasing may help with that?

She let out a bark of laughter and turned around to walk backwards so she could face him. "That's a valid point, I suppose. I'll relent."

She knew a place with a pretty good window display that generally had clothes. Or they could just go inside if she phased him in as well.

It didn't take long to reach the place, and she stopped before the large outside window with her hands in the pockets of her sweater. "But where's the fun in that?" She responded to his last comment, a lazy grin stretched across her lips.

"Do you want me to pull some out, or do you wanna go inside and pick for yourself? This place is one of the few that has a dinosaur of a security system. Only goes off if something breaks, or a door opens."

She offered him a hand, instilling a little trust that he wouldn't burn her horribly just because he could.

If he took it, she'd pull him on in with her. If not, she'd set about getting him some clothes herself.

If she had taken him to some type of mutant home to get clothes, the encounter would have ended then and there. She opted for theft, however, which he approved of. ””I admit, I approve of your shopping methods. And your mutation does cause less of a stir to get what you want. I usually have to make more of a mess to get what I want, and frankly, I was feeling unmotivated today. The winter weather is a drag.” he admitted.

She held out a hand and he took it, somewhat fascinated by the more dainty nature of her fingers compared to his. When they were inside the store he smirked, and flirtatiously tried to keep hold of her wrist. ”Suppose I resist destroying anything. Would we have time for a more civil drink?” he held up the bag so it was close, the tiny bottles clinking together. He already found her weakness for alcohol, and had willingly carried to flammable liquid here to see where this could go.

Oh, and find some pants. But that was becoming less interesting to him.

He took her offer, and thus she extended her power to him as well and tugged him straight through the front entrance with her. He would feel a strange sense of weightlessness for the duration of the walk, until they were inside and she dropped the power.

She glanced at his hand as it snagged her wrist, not really doing anything to pull away to phase out of his grip. A thrill of excitement shivered through her instead. One corner of her lips quirked in a smirk at his question. "Hot stuff, I've got all night to waste away with you."

With that she started walking backwards, hoping to lead him deeper in to where the registers were that could be used as makeshift counters. She didn't want to phase completely out of his grip again, because it was honestly pleasant... but she was starting to wonder how much she could tease him as he had put it before he cranked the heat up again.

This was a better adrenaline rush than sky diving!

"If you get me too drunk I won't let you put any clothing on, though~"

She led him deeper into the building, and the fact she didn't phase away told him she was at least remotely interested in keeping him around. This was a strange sort of compliment to Blue. Generally, if he wanted to be with someone, he would just find them and let things run their course. He hadn't taken much time to actively chase anyone, and enjoy the thrill of flirting, with the energy of a good back and forth banter. He was too short tempered to manage that most days, but today? She was small, she broke rules, and he was letting himself stick around for a bit.

Even a villain had a weakness, right? Maybe his was girls with the ability to break into stores.

Getting to the back area, he pulled out one of the bottles and downed it with a few gulps. His mouth had a momentary flash of orange, flames, smirking as they crawled from his mouth and disappeared again. He let the fire travel into the empty bottle, like a little tikki torch before it burnt out. "So what if I don't share the alcohol? Does that reward me with clothes, or not?" He held one up above her head, He was leaning against the counter so it was within her reach, but just high enough to mock her. He was in that dangerous zone where it was hard to tell if he was a genuine jerk, or playing with her. Maybe both? She was awful fun to mess with.

"Oh, that is so cruel to use my own words against me like that." She reached for the bottle a little, just to humor him, and took a slight step closer.

You know, this was probably a rather weird situation if anyone but her had been in it. Meeting a naked pyromaniac and then breaking into a store with him to find pants after arson was... well, she hadn't even seen anything like that in any of the Fanfiction she read.

She pondered maintaining a physical form to let him touch her again, or if it was too dangerous to put that much trust in the rather volatile man. "Maybe we can meet half way. You give me alcohol. I let you have clothes." She lifted her hands like she was weight the choices equally.

"and then later I can take them back off for you."

She looked very pleased with herself.

She drew closer, chasing after the alcohol like a cat after a string. He wondered if she would flat fall into his arms if he really tried, but he didn't think she trusted him enough, and he didn't feel like she should trust him that much, to be fair. He was still considering lighting her shirt on fire just to see her reaction. He was a little twisted that way.

"Hmm, you can have the booze--" he let her take the bottle away from one hand, while the flames on the other arm drew warmer. If she was talented enough she could jump to incorporeal form to avoid the spontaneous flash of flames. His eyes had a dark but amused look to them.

"But whose to say I really want you taking them off? You are amusing, but would you really be as amusing in other ways?" He picked up another bottle, but didn't drink yet. He was already feeling a healthy buzz of warmth that probably made his blue flames grow warmer. He needed to keep his head or he actually would catch things on fire. It wasn't like clothing was flammable, right?

It was a trap!

She grabbed the bottle and he tried to set her other side on fire. What a violent way of teasing someone?! She phased a tiny bit too late, probably because she had a few drinks over her belt herself, and ended up with a slightly singed sleeve. Rude!

She stepped back slightly as she unscrewed her little bottle, bringing it to her lips and raising a brow at him. She didn't bother to answer until after she had taken a few drinks.

"Do you want a resume?" She quipped. "People are good for three things, and three things only." She ticked them off on her fingers as she wandered away a little. "Money, smut, and sometimes maybe a good conversation. In that order. When I left home tonight I was specifically only looking for the second thing."

She shrugged her shoulders dramatically. "If you aren't up for the challenge, then there are plenty of other @#$%s in the sea." She plucked at a sweater on a rack, decided she liked it, and set about shedding her singed one. It wasn't the same as the black pull over she had been wearing, but it would do just fine. "And I still have plenty of time to find another one~"

She kept herself intangible as she changed, keeping in mind his warning about pissing him off again.

Blue smirked. For some reason, seeing her flounder against the fire was amusing in a sick way. Was he sick? Probably. They said arson was a step leading into becoming a serial killer after all, so maybe he was half-cooked, rounding the bin toward darker things. But if he was a little cracked, what did that make her for hanging out with him?

She started changing shirts and he admired the view. He didn't try to reach out again. She was smarter than that, he was sure. But he did have to focus from enjoying things too much. The whole point of this negotiation was to prove he wasn't interested in what was happening. But he was interested. She was becoming an unnecessary distraction.

"And you think you aren't the only option in the world, darlin'? This isn't the first pair of pants I've burnt away, if you catch my drift." He came closer, using height to his advantage again. It was a rude move, but necessary. He brought his face closer, teasing. "Have you ever kissed a fire? I hear it tickles." He teased. They both smelt like booze but he loved it.

Was she the only option in the world? No. But she was hot, and currently standing in the same room as him, so that had to count for something. She was also growing a teeny bit bored with the flirting that didn't seem to be leading much of anywhere. Generally she didn't have to spend much time finding a partner for some good ole fashion hanky panky. This interaction was putting a strain on her limited social energy. Was his intent to give her the female equivalent of blue balls? Well, it was working!

She tilted her head to look up at him, unimpressed expression slipped back on a little. She didn't step away or flinch, she even plopped her hands on her hips a little. He was close enough she could feel the heat. What a %$#@ tease.

"I haven't. I'd like to. I'm not terribly ticklish."

She blinked at him, dropped her eyes to his well formed chest for a moment and sighed. "But really, are we @#$%ing or not?" Why did all the tall pretty ones have to be either sexy Chaotic evil, or dense and lawful good?

He watched her bored expression return, the frustration with his teasing. Her blunt question made him laugh, a somewhat wild sound, but musical, almost. When he laughed or smiled, he was almost normal looking. He leaned down and caught her mouth with his, pressing her greedily back into the clothing rack. Nothing caught on fire. Well, none of the clothing. That wasn't to say there wasn't a certain level of flame between the two of them.

"Well, I think if that's happening, someone else needs to get rid of their pants." If she wouldn't he would. He wouldn't try to burn her again this time, but he felt awfully hungry suddenly, and his nap hadn't been entirely uneventful. If nothing else, he had energy for the time being.

Jesuschrist, He even laughed sexily. This city sure did know how to draw them all in.

She'd been about to open her mouth and add to her demand of a question, when BOOP! There he was. She just about melted for a second, and not from his heat. She usually just adapted to whatever it was her partners wanted to do, so if he wanted to take control she'd let him, to a degree. That didn't stop her from standing on her tippy toes to weave her fingers though his hair and try to pull him closer.

He pulled away to talk and she tried her best not to look to grumpy about it, really she did. "Oh is that all?" She winked, and her clothes literally slumped off of her as she phased right out of them. Now she was standing there, just as naked as he was.

"Think I solved that problem pretty quick."

She stretched back up to try and initiate another kiss.

They eventually kissed their way through the store. Blue was quickly pleased he chose to be distracted by the spectral girl. This was someone wild enough to keep up with him, fast enough to avoid the dangers of his powers and temper. There were a few, uh, burnt clothing items by the time they were finished, although she managed not to get burnt herself. He may have actually resisted that much, but his energy had caused one or two flares of literal heat that had to be put out. Satisfied and somewhat tired from activity, Blue found himself lounging on a pile of pants. He still had yet to put any on.

”Well, it appears we are out of alcohol now.” he yawned and ran a hand through his hair. He was in a pleasant buzz, looking like a lazy cat laying in the clothing now.