Pulling up in the parking lot in his '77 black mustang, Carson stepped out of his car, pocketing the keys in his jeans. After running his hand through is hair for a moment with his left hand as he brought his cigarette to his lips with his right, he started toward one of the doors of the mall. No he wasn't going shopping. What kinda guy do you think he is? His only reason for being here was to check out the people in the mall. In other words, The Girls!

After taking one last, long inhale of his cigarette, he tossed it to the side before he opened up the door to the mall and stepped in. He walked for a little bit smirking at a few of the girls who were clearly gawking at him as he took a seat on one of the many benches, letting his muscular arms rest on the back of the bench.

Carson sat silently, his eyes wondering all over the mall. But they came to rest when he spotted a group of Degrassi's Spirit Squad. A smile played across his face as he watched the girl watch him. He was use to this, having girls gawk at him all the time. It was one of the good things about being such a ladies man. It seemed that no matter how many girls he had been with, there was always time for one or two more. He smiled once again as he saw a somewhat familiar face approach him, the cute girl taking a seat near him.

So her name was Manny? Interesting. Carson returned the smile and nodded. "Yeah. I go to Degrassi." He said casually as he couldn't help but eye her up and down. "My names Carson. Carson Brickly." He said with a smile as his eyes came to rest back on her face, though he resisted the urge to look her over again.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you Manny." Carson said with a slighly smile. Without a doubt, Manny was looking pretty fine today, especially with the red halter that clung to her body. "One of the good things about being a Senior....They don't harp on you too much for skipping a few classes every now and then. Though I probably skip more than anyone else." He said truthfully. And he was proud of it. He didn't need school. That's why he skipped to go smoke a cig or a joint.

Carson switched his attention from Manny to a girl that snuck up behind her. But as the girl pulled the strings, Carson couldn't help but look back to Manny, his eyes landing on her black bra. A black bra huh? Interesting. But it was somewhat of a familiar sight to Carson, as he, along with everyone else, had seen the video that spread around town.

"No need to apologize." Carson said with a mischievous smirk on his face. He coudn't hide the fact that he enjoyed the little peep show. "Well it would look better completely off but yes, I'll tie it for you." He said, keeping a serious face. He moved closer to Manny so he could reach the ties, noticing just how delicious she smelled. Something along the lines of a fruity cotton candy....Truly delicious.

He reached around her neck, leaning forward to where his body was almost against hers, a smile on his face. Oh he was enjoying this. Taking his sweet time, he tied the strings together before pulling back slowly. "Remind me to thank that girl later." He said smirking.

Ah. What a lovely thing Youtube was. You could find anything and everything that you wanted. Though some things you had to catch just at the right time before they got deleted. But, lucky for Carson, he had gotten one of the first shows of the lovely little video tape that involved Manny. Though it wasn't nice of the guy to do it, Carson wasn't complaining. Anytime he could see a little something of any good-looking girl was a great and wonderful thing, and it did happen quite often.

"I have no need to look on Youtube. I've got the images imprinted in my mind." Carson said with a sly smile. It was true. He was never going to forget the sexy images that the tape contained.

As Manny asked him if he had a joint, Carson was a little surprised. He would have never expected her to ask him that, though everyone knew he was the go-to guy for anything along the lines of drugs or alcohol. He could get anyone anything...And he had never been caught. One of the good things about being the son of a drug dealer...You learned the trade young and never slipped up. But he had to admit...Manny's little imaginary joint act was real cute. Real damn cute.

Carson was silent for a moment, a smile on his face. "You caught me on a good day Manny. Of course, it would be much, much better with your top off. But...I suppose I owe you a little something for giving me that little show." He said, a mischievous spark in his eye. But he had to ask her something before he agreed to give anything to her. "You sure you want some?" He had to ask, to make sure that she knew what she was getting herself into. It was one of the things that if you started...You couldn't stop.