It was only roughly ten past twelve and the night was cold, clear, with only a slight breeze.
The teenage genius' were laughing down the pavement in the "bad area" of town.
Having harassed and stolen a police-man's helmet which Jon proudly wore, had a couple of beers (the real drinking happened later once they snuck back into school and before they collapsed into bed) been to a *cough* club and were now looking for some more fun...perhaps something to burn. Or hacking into the CCTV system of London's streets again.
"Hey." Jon nodded his head as a woman was standing by a lampost, glancing about, as if waiting for some-one or something.
"Not bad at all..." Cedric practically purred and you could hear his mind conjuring XXX things he could do to her.
"Not at all~" Luke said. "Jon, maybe you should go for this one....Rosie ain't gonna mind." He winked.
"Rosalyn is a sweet girl and I would never cheat on her." But there was something playful in his voice.
"What she doesn't know can't hurt her huh?" Mycroft joined in, knowing that no matter what Jon was going to at least flirt with this girl....hhhmm....no. She was a young woman. Yes; hips were broad enough and she was developed enough.
Large, hypnotizing eyes that seemed black in the gloom locked onto them and they continued their amble.
"Dangerous neighborhood to be in luv...." Cedric was there first, like normal, turning on the chocolate voice
Jon stood next to him, Luke to his left, hands in pockets, not as bothered though he always found this entertaining.
Mycroft stood between Cedric and Jon, watching with a less leering expression on his face.
"You lost or something..?" Jon asked eagerly though they all were clever enough to know that is not what a lost woman looked like.