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After losing to Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black, Coco Adel wanders the Vytal Festival's sparring grounds used before tournaments.

The only one without complete Team's practicing in, is facility B, before entering she saw another man entering from the opposite door. He was from Team FNKI, the Atlas team that was knocked off the board by Team RWBY, and more narrowly than she'd called.

She was about to back out when the trumpeter said "Sorry, this room taken?"

She pleasantly smirked and waved him on "It's fine, you and your team can have the field." In all honesty she didn't want allot of people around...her head was weirded out enough by the fact that she was evidently out of it enough to think she was seeing Yatsuhashi in the forest map with her.

"My team's either sleeping off the last match or eating. Ain't tired and don't got no apatite, so.." the young man shrugged.

Coco tilted her glasses. She'd seen him on the monitor during his match against the blonde and and the Schnee from Team RWBY, he looked like a sharp dresser and she approved, not a bad smile either.

"Nice shades..." he said. "Nice yourself." she said in return. "That's a fly look , you gonna spar in that?" he said, almost as a dare.

"I win, in this." she said cocking her hip with a hand on it, "This is custom designed..."

"Nice." He said approvingly, looking her over again, this time checking her out. And, she didn't mind...

"Since we're both without a team..." he said stepping onto the map, "What do you say we stay fresh with a one on one, I promise not to go easy on you."

She rose an eye brow, that wasn't something she often heard, "Did you say that to that blonde?" she stepped onto the map herself.

"You say that to the green girl?" he retorted, twirling his trumpet-gun by it's hilt. She smirked, she needed something to hit. "Let's do this..."

Three rounds in, they were still going hot. She blew her hair out her face and continued to rain fire on him and his duplicates. This was good, she needed this. This guy kept her on her toes, and made her have to use her strength from time to time. It was an actual fight, one where she wasn't cheap shotted from behind and this time her head was in the game.

She also noticed that even though this guy was bringing his A-game to match hers, every so often, he'd moon walk out of the way of an attack or flash a smile or a wink.

She found herself smiling too, they were both here for self vindication and to cut loose. They'd stressed too much, and just wanted to forget their loss, at least he was making it enjoyable.

Finally, before the bell rung, she leaned backward and whacked the trumpeter across the map to ground with her bag.

She fixed her hair and strutted over, breathing a little easier. His chest rose and fell like hers as he lay on the ground staring upwards. "Admit defeat?" she challenged.

"One more round?" he said cracking a grin still, as if he wasn't fatigued at all. That was quite a bit of stamina he had if he wasn't tired yet, and while this was fun she'd had enough.

"I beat you two out of three." She said, flicking her hair to the side, then saw him moving to get up. "Ah ah ah..." She coaxed as she put a foot out and pressed the toe of it into his chest to keep him down on the ground.

"Down boy." she said smirking, he just grinned back. She applied pressure, "Submit." she said evenly.

"Is that an order...?" he said with a hint of playfulness.

This rascal didn't stop, well two could play at that game. She leaned on her thigh looking down at him with an almost flirtatious grin she could see in the reflection of his glasses, "It could be..." she said.

That got a rise from him this time, she could see it in his face as it grinned more than it was meaning to. She had what she wanted.

"I dig." he said putting his hands up in surrender, "Name's Flynt, by the way."

He extended his gloved hand to her to shake, "And you are?"

She leaned back up, taking her foot off, "Coco." she replied, then picked him up effortlessly off the ground into a handshake.

Flynt dusted himself off and twirled his horn into his holster, "Cute name to match, I dig it."

She gave him a wry smile, but before she could retort he added, "Well, my apatite's a bit better. How about yours?"

She tilted her head, "Would you be buying?"

"Seems fair, you won." Flynt shrugged as he folded his arms.

"Do you always lose this graciously to girls?" She half prodded, half teased.

He tilted his hat as he answered, "I don't always lose, but I'm a gracious sort, and besides, if you said yes to eating with me would I really be losing?"

"Smooth." She said.

He tipped the hat and ran his fingers along the brim, "Not so bad your self."

Description
After losing to Emerald Sustrai and Mercury Black, Coco Adel wanders the Vytal Festival's sparring grounds used before tournaments.

The only one without complete Team's practicing in, is facility B, before entering she saw another man entering from the opposite door. He was from Team FNKI, the Atlas team that was knocked off the board by Team RWBY, and more narrowly than she'd called.

She was about to back out when the trumpeter said "Sorry, this room taken?"

She pleasantly smirked and waved him on "It's fine, you and your team can have the field." In all honesty she didn't want allot of people around...her head was weirded out enough by the fact that she was evidently out of it enough to think she was seeing Yatsuhashi in the forest map with her.

"My team's either sleeping off the last match or eating. Ain't tired and don't got no apatite, so.." the young man shrugged.

Coco tilted her glasses. She'd seen him on the monitor during his match against the blonde and and the Schnee from Team RWBY, he looked like a sharp dresser and she approved, not a bad smile either.

"Nice shades..." he said. "Nice yourself." she said in return. "That's a fly look , you gonna spar in that?" he said, almost as a dare.

"I win, in this." she said cocking her hip with a hand on it, "This is custom designed..."

"Nice." He said approvingly, looking her over again, this time checking her out. And, she didn't mind...

"Since we're both without a team..." he said stepping onto the map, "What do you say we stay fresh with a one on one, I promise not to go easy on you."

She rose an eye brow, that wasn't something she often heard, "Did you say that to that blonde?" she stepped onto the map herself.

"You say that to the green girl?" he retorted, twirling his trumpet-gun by it's hilt. She smirked, she needed something to hit. "Let's do this..."

Three rounds in, they were still going hot. She blew her hair out her face and continued to rain fire on him and his duplicates. This was good, she needed this. This guy kept her on her toes, and made her have to use her strength from time to time. It was an actual fight, one where she wasn't cheap shotted from behind and this time her head was in the game.

She also noticed that even though this guy was bringing his A-game to match hers, every so often, he'd moon walk out of the way of an attack or flash a smile or a wink.

She found herself smiling too, they were both here for self vindication and to cut loose. They'd stressed too much, and just wanted to forget their loss, at least he was making it enjoyable.

Finally, before the bell rung, she leaned backward and whacked the trumpeter across the map to ground with her bag.

She fixed her hair and strutted over, breathing a little easier. His chest rose and fell like hers as he lay on the ground staring upwards. "Admit defeat?" she challenged.

"One more round?" he said cracking a grin still, as if he wasn't fatigued at all. That was quite a bit of stamina he had if he wasn't tired yet, and while this was fun she'd had enough.

"I beat you two out of three." She said, flicking her hair to the side, then saw him moving to get up. "Ah ah ah..." She coaxed as she put a foot out and pressed the toe of it into his chest to keep him down on the ground.

"Down boy." she said smirking, he just grinned back. She applied pressure, "Submit." she said evenly.

"Is that an order...?" he said with a hint of playfulness.

This rascal didn't stop, well two could play at that game. She leaned on her thigh looking down at him with an almost flirtatious grin she could see in the reflection of his glasses, "It could be..." she said.

That got a rise from him this time, she could see it in his face as it grinned more than it was meaning to. She had what she wanted.

"I dig." he said putting his hands up in surrender, "Name's Flynt, by the way."

He extended his gloved hand to her to shake, "And you are?"

She leaned back up, taking her foot off, "Coco." she replied, then picked him up effortlessly off the ground into a handshake.

Flynt dusted himself off and twirled his horn into his holster, "Cute name to match, I dig it."

She gave him a wry smile, but before she could retort he added, "Well, my apatite's a bit better. How about yours?"

She tilted her head, "Would you be buying?"

"Seems fair, you won." Flynt shrugged as he folded his arms.

"Do you always lose this graciously to girls?" She half prodded, half teased.

He tilted his hat as he answered, "I don't always lose, but I'm a gracious sort, and besides, if you said yes to eating with me would I really be losing?"

"Smooth." She said.

He tipped the hat and ran his fingers along the brim, "Not so bad your self."