Well, she thought to herself, at least he didn’t shy away from some healthy competition. When Victoria was in high school, she had a reputation for being a bit of a doormat. She was a little too nice and a lot too naive so people took advantage of her. She didn’t always notice it until later but she was quick to cut people out of her life if they did her wrong. But despite this lasting reputation, there was one thing no one could deny; she was competitive. When it came to athletics, all her meekness faded away and she was ready to move heaven and hell to come out on top. She wasn’t quite sure what brought about the strength of those feelings, but she couldn’t ever really stop herself. She loved the exhilaration of putting all of her effort into something and the sweetness of success. It was addicting in its own way. Now, Tori liked to think that she had calmed down since then but she knew she wouldn’t ever quite kick that competitive edge. Hopefully Trent was being honest and didn’t mind if she tried her best. Guys could be finicky about things like that, but Trent didn’t seem like the type. He was far more genuine then some of the others she had spent her time with. Of that much she could tell for certain.
Now she knew a little bit about werewolves. Considering how many supernatural creatures were running around, it was difficult not to know at least something. She didn’t consider herself an expert by any means but she did know that aging was basically obsolete for them. With that knowledge, she sort of figured that Trenton was a little older than he looked. She didn’t want to be rude and ask him about anything he might be uncomfortable with though, so she was content to wonder for the moment. But when he breached the subject himself, Tori couldn’t help but be surprised. Forty-five? Wow, she really wouldn’t have guessed. He looked so young. “It’s not weird for me.” Oddly enough, it really wasn’t. Maybe because she had already been prepared for something like that. Although she felt bad for making Trent feel awkward. “As long as it doesn’t bother you that I’m twenty-two.” That did feel a little young in comparison and for a moment, she worried that he couldn’t have any interest in someone who was so much younger. But they were enjoying each other’s company before, so what did it really matter? They were both consenting adults. “Ah well, I guess it’s good to get the awkward age talk out of the way right?” She smiled, trying to make him feel a little better. “I’m good if you are. Promise.”
Tori smiled at Trent’s nostalgia. That was something she could relate too. Even in her lifetime, she had seen the rise and fall of trends. Things she had once loved were now completely obsolete. How strange life was sometimes. “That it does,” She agreed, laughing as she remembered how many hours she spent playing games in her youth. Was it productive? Not necessarily, but she couldn’t say she regretted her efforts.
Tori smiled, happy to hear the implication that the evening wasn’t going to end anytime soon. That must mean that even with her awkwardness, Trent was enjoying his time with her. “I think we can make the rounds to all the good games before that happens,” She promised, her cheeks dimpling as she smiled back at him.
Dates, Tori decided, were completely nerve-wracking. She was overthinking everything and probably making a complete fool of herself, but Trent was still smiling at her like she wasn’t acting completely strange. He even unbuttoned his sleeve to show her his tattoos at her request, not even taking offense to her personal request. She gave him a grateful smile when he didn’t comment on her nerves and stepped closer to look at the various tattoos that dotted his skin. Some of them were a little silly but she smiled, finding that they added character and presented a clear picture of his personality. When he showed her the wolf one, she felt that she was being allowed to something personal and felt touched that he would show her. “It’s a lovely tattoo. It speaks to your strength.” She smiled and dared to touch the one on his hand. “Thank you for showing me. I appreciate it.”
She could see his face going a little red when she blurted out her gratitude and although she felt a little bad for embarrassing him, it was kind of nice to see that she affected him too. Although one piece of information stuck out and suddenly made the whole situation a whole lot clearer. “She was a reaper than?” Tori blinked and realization set in. “Ooh that makes so much more sense now. I was worried she was a serial killer and I was going to have to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for her.”
With the awkwardness starting to fade and the invitation to play out there, Tori figured it was time to get to what they had come here for; good, honest fun with game time. “Alright,” She laughed and took her spot on the other side of the table. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She took the paddle that Trenton slid to her and got into position. When he smacked the puck at her, she returned it back, sending it zig-zagging down the table. “I forgot how violent this game was.” She laughed, trying not to get her fingers get caught in between the puck and the goal. That always smarted. She kept moving her hand, trying to aim for Trenton’s goal with no avail yet but so far, she was enjoying herself. Although she was tempted to just focus on the game, she wanted to get to know Trenton more so she divided her focus and tried to think of a good starting topic. Unfortunately, she wasn’t overly creative so she defaulted to what she knew. “So, you're a mechanic right? Where do you work Trent?” She felt lame for asking but she couldn’t think of anything better to ask. But then, she supposed the game-show hosts weren’t much better so she shouldn’t feel too bad for her lack of creativity.
"I have a friend with a brother who's a mechanic actually," She continued, remembering something Barclay had told her when they met the first time. "Maybe you know him. The last name would be Bishop and his sister owns this amazing flower shop."