It was another typical day. Warren had spent most of hte day being lectured for setting half of the garden on fire. Though he'd drowned most of Trousseau's finger wagging and veiled threats out, it had made for a serious setback in his schedule. For instance, he'd completely missed lunch, which did not sit well for Warren Nuka.

To vent his frustrations, he figured he would sneak into the chem lab and blow something up. After grabbing an apple from the cafeteria, of course.

Munching on the red fruit, Warren easily picked the lock on the chemistry lab door, easing his way inside before the door had time to creak. The room was almost completely dark, which would make this much easier. Taking another chunk out of his apple, he weaved through the tables to the equipment cabinet. Balancing his snack in his mouth, he gathered a few beakers and a Bunsen burner. He took them back to one of the tables and set everything up before grabbing a few random chemicals from a closet, which he put in the beakers. This little experiment was sure to go out with a bang.

Turning away to grab one more chemical, Warren returned to his experiment and lit his Zippo. As he lowered his face to the fuse of the burner, his realized he wasn't alone in the room. Across from him, their eyes barely illuminated by the flames of their match, another person was trying to light the same burner.

Warren's momentary surprise was quickly swept over by his usual suspicion. In the dim light, he could tell that his unwelcome visitor was a girl. And that she was trying to light his experiment. He immediately disliked her. Then again, he pretty much disliked everyone. He loomed over the intruder, sizing her up as much as he could by the flickering light of their lighters.

"I could ask you the same question," he said, the hint of a growl in his voice. That was normal for him. Getting pissy with someone he didn't even know.

Not taking his eye off the girl, he flicked his Zippo shut and backed toward the door. He flicked the switch up, and the lab was instantly flooded by the overhead fluorescent plasma lights. Warren narrowed his eyes against the onslaught of light and more thoroughly examined the girl. She was shorter than him, though not quite as short as she seemed by lighter-light. Her shock of hair was a pale blonde, much too pale to be natural. Her makeup was heavy, especially around the eyes. She was pretty. She could even be defined as hot.

That didn't interfere with the fact that she was trying to light his burner.

He stalked back toward her, prowling around the table and her like a starving lion. "Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be playing with chemicals." He stepped right behind her. He could've rested his chin on top of her head if he wanted to, but that would've defied his personal space. "You might get burned."

Feeling the girl's hands on his chest made Warren tense up. He hated being touched. Each point where her fingertips made contact felt like fiery ice on his skin, even through his shirt. He took a few steps back, still examining her with the same predatory hunger. She was feisty; he liked that. He could also tell by her body language and tone that she was no pushover. Another trait in her favor. One of those rare smirks played at Warren's features.

"If you must know," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets in feigned laziness. He was actually constantly on the alert--to her actions, and the door should a teacher walk in and mistake blowing things up for something more inappropriate, "my name is Warren. I'm a senior. And that," he added, nodding towards the currently abandoned experiment, "is my stuff."

He continued to stare at the girl, his cold eyes betraying no emotion. He was a man of few words, which typically made for long awkward silence. This silence, however, crackled with the tension of two strong wills refusing to bow to each other.

"Now, common courtesy dictates that you should tell me your name,"he said, the smirk returning to his lips.

Warren sneered at the not-so-clever title she had given him, eying the ingredients that lay before them. Indeed, a test tube filled with magnesium sat amongst the jumble of ingredients he had selected. Unfortunately for both of them, amongst his vials and beakers, the combination of which would have simply created a small lab fire and resulted in potentially singed eyebrows, was a beaker of water which sat right next to the magnesium. It was inconspicuous, a clear liquid among other clear liquids, but the fire created by igniting the magnesium, if combined with water, would cause an explosion neither of them could ever contain.

Well, I did before you added your little A-bomb, he thought bitterly.

He brushed past the little vixen to to array of materials on the table. His hands ghosted over the shining bottles of tantalizing toxins. A combination of any of them could create a lovely explosion or complete temporary paralysis. Others would straight poison and kill you within seconds without even having to be mixed with a separate compound.

Warren picked up the vial of water and picked it up, swishing it around with small, circular motions.

"Well, Ms. Vitani, had you mixed this with your precious magnesium, you probably would've ended up blowing yourself up. So allow me to put out that little fire of yours." With that, he threw the vial of water into her face.

Warren couldn't help but throw his head back, close his eyes, and laugh as the water hit Vitani square in the face. It was a pity that her makeup wasn't running down her face in messy streams, but her hair was drenched and the look on her face was priceless.

Warren finally gained his composure and opened his eyes - at the exact wrong moment. He had just enough time for his eyes to widen in shock as the petite girl's fist connected with his solar plexus. The air exploded from his lungs and a sharp pain spread rapidly throughout his abdomen. His body instinctively doubled over to contain the splitting pain, and he gasped for breath. He looked up, his eyes watering and his sides heaving. Damn, this girl had spunk.

As he was straightening up, he was surprised once again when the girl grabbed his face and kissed it. God, did she taste divine. When she backed away, he straightened up fully, his expression still full of bewilderment. His fingers touched his lips, which were still tingling lightly.

Before he knew what was happening, he shoved her back against the lab table that held their mixture of chemicals and tools and kissed her. His hands tangled in her hair, his fingers gripping it tightly and holding her face to his. And he was enjoying every damn second of it.