Post by Alec Ryan Sutton on May 24, 2016 6:33:13 GMT -8
Alec R Sutton: Alec was at the bar, drinking heavily. Mostly because he was bored. A bored Alec was never a good thing. It tended to lead to trouble. Mischief definitely not managed. More like allowed to run rampant. Glancing over his shoulder, he eyed the action at the pool tables, then pulled his phone to take a look at it. No messages as of yet, from anyone, which was annoying. Not even his cousin had reached out. Then again, his cousin was having a hard time coping with Alec's recent change. You'd think after a couple of years, he'd relax, but not Ryan. Look up the word uptight and there was likely going to be a picture of the square jawed, brooding browed younger man.
Tempest Danann: And just as if she'd merely stepped away for a minute, that warm summer feeling was back again, the scent of rain in the air and that little *something* that gave the space energy before the sound of her laughter was heard and the long haired blonde seemed to step in from ...somewhere and soon by Alec's side. Hands on either side of his face and she was almost nose to nose with him, meeting his gaze and she whispered very softly. "Alec Sutton, you look absolutely grumpy " A smooch of a kiss to tempt her fate before she was letting him go and smiling at him with peak level of adorableness. –d
Alec R Sutton: Smirking when she called him grumpy, he gave a tweak to her nose after that kiss, which had his gaze moving to her lips and lingering there before rising back to her eyes. His hand lifted to call the tender over. He pulled his eyes from her and looked back at the tender. "Get the lady a sloe comfortable screw." Smirking once more he looked back at Tempest, his glass lifted and sipped from as he regarded her over the rim.
Tempest Danann: She blinked at the tweak to her nose, laughing softly as she dropped to sit beside him, the coral hued summer dress a lovely shade against her sun kissed skin tone. His drink order made her grin broaden and she placed a hand to her heart and made a sound that was the bastard child between a purr and a hum of want. "Mmmm, make that one up against the wall" A splash of grenadine would make it so! Flirty wink to the tender before Alec was her sole focus.: "So, talk to me, what has that sexy face of yours looking like mayhem trumps seduction tonight" –d
Alec R Sutton: "I'm bored." He smiled. "I'm hoping to change that." Face it, no one liked being bored but Alec bored was a recipe for disaster. Knee caps were in jeopardy. Alec wasn't really particular about whose, either. Any punk assed bitch would do. "And what are you up to?"
Tempest Danann: Bored was dangerous, so was having a fae think highly of you and wanting to keep her 'person of interest' happy. She'd lay the smack on someone just to watch him smile, unprovoked shmuck or not! Off the stool, that wispy dress flirted with her legs, leaning in, she gave a playful bite to his shoulder before looking around the room to see which face in the crowd she liked the least. "I, too am without a thing to do other than grace you with my presence. But since it isn't a naked and bleeding fae that sparks your interest, I am sure we can find some way to entertain you. Oh look, I don't like his eyebrows...want to go kick him?" She was serious, despite the grin on her lips! –d
Alec R Sutton: "Well slow down there..." He looked her over once more, fingers taking hold of a bit of that flirty dress and pulling her closer. "I could be persuaded." Like it would actually take persuading him to get him to get naked.
Tempest Danann: Laughing softly as she stepped closer, artfully slinking against him as she watched him reconsider. Her arms wound around his waist and she looked completely unhurried in the vast differences in the options laid out before them. Blue eyes warm and lit with playful mirth, she gave a slight tilt of her head. "I'd hate to twist your arm...well, unless you like that sort of thing. I mean I do enjoy a bit of violence.." She considered this teasingly. –d
Alec R Sutton: "You know, you should be very careful of what you offer me." One hand lifted as he spoke and brushed her hair back over her shoulder, even as his hand slid around her waist and drew her fully against him. "It could end badly." In more ways than one.
Tempest Danann: "Alec Sutton, unless you try to kill me, I can only think we will have nothing but lots of fun together" She liked being closer, and he'd surely know that by the quick leap in her pulse and the vibrancy of her presence. Hugged up against him, her nails slowly trailed along his side, leaning in to brush a kiss to his lips, nibbling a tease there as she whispered "I would be very displeased if you forced me to tell you to behave. But so long as you enjoy me breathing...I offer you ...your wants" –d
Alec R Sutton: His fingers curled around the back of her neck, drawing her in even as his head dipped, his eyes lingering on her throat, lips parting as he waited there, pausing a moment before his lips took hers, tongue teasing. Okay, so they were in public. What was the worst that could happen?
Tempest Danann: She watched him and waited, the whole baited breath thing happening now with the way she watched him, giving him the choice. The moment his mouth claimed hers, he'd feel that warmth and rush of her very nature. Giving in to the simple desire of taste her tongue stroked and taunted his, the energetic fae lifting a hand to sift into his hair and hold him in that shared kiss. She considered casting a glamour over them, making them unseen to the public eye, but for now she resisted, suckling and taunting as she lazily basked in the thrill of a kiss. –d
Alec R Sutton: That kiss ended with his lips moving along her jaw and to her neck. A teasing nibble was given, before his lips pulled back and his teeth sunk in. Closing his lips around the wound, he didn't lose a drop as her blood flowed, headier than any wine.
Victoria HoImes: As per usual, the Rolls Royce parked outside in the lot, engine running for as long as needed while Victoria made herself social. Well. As social as Victoria was able to manage. With yet another Birkin hanging from her elbow, she stepped inside and headed for the bar. Where she paused and...well....stared. And inhaled. Her eyes drifted shut for just a moment before she continued, sitting on the stool beside Alec's and setting her bag on the bar. "Alec, you're an ass."
Tempest Danann: A grin curved her lips, blonde head tilting to give him access to her throat. Just a delightful shiver given, a hum of pleasure on her lips. So sweetly she stroked his hair, even as she watched the wicked vamp of the North stroll her expensive ass in. She laughed softly, hearing Victoria, tipping her head a bit to peek at her from where she was all but smushed against Alec...between them, standing. "He does have a really nice ass for a man, but you by far have the better legs out of the two of you" –d
Alec R Sutton: Smirking at that admonishment, he disengaged his fangs, before he lapped at the wound on her neck, cleaning it. Lifting his head, he drew her hair down over her shoulder, a smile given her, before he looked over at Victoria. "I'm an equal opportunity letch, if you're offering..." Leaning back, he looked at Tempest. "Wait until you see my legs before you make that determination."
Victoria HoImes: "Well, I have seen his legs and I must say I quite agree with you, dear." Said as she neatly crossed those legs in that rather short dress. "I'll have the Macallan, please, Jorge." Or whatever the hell his name was. Sounded so boring compared to Alec's little snack.
Alec R Sutton: "Your vote doesn't count, you're biased."
Tempest Danann: She grinned to Alec and gave a little shrug of her shoulders "Well you're the one insisting on wearing pants, she at least shows her legs. I can only determine what I see and visible is better than..not" Tricksy fae! Turning those blue eyes to Vic, she beamed that smile of adorableness to her. "I could be persuaded to share, but Im not sure you would snack instead of feast" She didn't mind at all, actually, but she DID really like not being dead. It's in this season. –d
Alec R Sutton: If there was a little blood smeared at the corner of his mouth... Well, he tried not to be a sloppy eater. "See? If you can behave yourself..." He was all down for a threesome.
Victoria HoImes: Victoria scoffed into her drink before taking a gulp of it. "Hence his being an ass." She may have more years on her, but let's just say patience isn't one of Victoria's virtues.
Tempest Danann: She just grinned, thinking he looked rather fetching with that bit of red on his lips. She brushed a kiss there, streaking her lips with it before a knowing grin was given to him. A wink and she twisted a bit to face Victoria. A slow smile and the playful whisper was as much to tease her as it was to entertain. Why not, it was a slow night! "Now, I might be sad if you start being resentful. Are you sure I can't entice you just a little?" Because who DOESNT want to see the woman loosened up?! –d
Victoria HoImes: "Thank you, but no." She bowed her head gracefully. "Should you entice me, I will not be able to stop at just a little." Hey, at least she had the balls to admit that, right?
Alec R Sutton: "That's because you deny yourself the pleasure." Alec looked back over at Victoria and grinned. "You can't learn moderation if you don't even try."
Victoria HoImes: "Who says I've never tried?" She actually looked kind of insulted by that. "Are you not going to revel in the fact that I have a weakness after all?" Quirk of an eyebrow.
Tempest Danann: Laughing softly, she made herself comfortable with a lean. "He has a point. I mean you could start off with bastard half faes and work your way up to pure bloods" Trying to be helpful and think through the problem! "Or stick to humans and let let all things fae live" Grin flashed and she was just happy that Victoria knew her weaknesses!
Alec R Sutton: "I'd much rather you had a weakness for incredibly hot men." He shrugged. "But we can't all get what we want." Smirking he took up his glass of bourbon, and took a sip, then slid Tempest’s drink over to her.
Victoria HoImes: "I struggle at times with even humans." Oddly, playing with her food helps. Glancing to Alec, she smirked. "As a matter of fact, I do on occasion. I just haven't seen many as of yet." Smile.
Tempest Danann: Tempest took up her drink and savored the taste of it, she enjoyed the catty banter, therfore she looked quite pleased with the coversation at hand. She struggled not to laugh at the quip, looking to the fruity concoction in her hand with a soft laugh surfacing. –d
Alec R Sutton: "And the ones you have seen, you keep at arm’s length." Alec paused, cat ate the canary grin given as he leaned toward Victoria - yes, he was kind of pushing Tempest at her in the process. "Tell me, are you still in denial over the groan I got out of you the first night we met at the Gator?"
Victoria HoImes: She sighed, shaking her head. "Had that been the first night we met, I could have been naive enough to have enjoyed it. I still maintain that you forced it out of me." Nose up in the air. So there.
Tempest Danann: Ooo Vampy -Fae sammich! looking up as she was between them, giving Victoria that sweetly mischevious smile, damn near close enough to nuzzle as she whispered "Ooo, he did? Do tell" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Admit it, you're kinky enough to like having my hand around your throat and my body pressed against yours."
Victoria HoImes: "My handbag was being chewed on by dogs, I was emotionally distressed." Seemed legit to her. And yes, she was leaning away just enough so she didn't topple off her stool.
Tempest Danann: A little sound of a sigh escaped, lifting a hand and lightly touching her arm "Why is it so difficult to admit you crave something so easily within your grasp, Victoria?" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Her hair is pulled back too tight and it's cutting off the circulation to her brain. Definitely to her nether regions." Smirking he took a sip of his drink.
Victoria HoImes: "I do not crave anything that man has to offer." Victoria brushed the fae's hand away from her arm in a 'shoo!' sort of way. Ignoring the hair comment; the elegant twist wasn't THAT tight!
Alec R Sutton: Holding his hand up as if imparting a secret to Tempest, he gave a stage whisper. "She secretly longs for me. Cries into her pillow. It's sad, really."
Tempest Danann: Oh...oh no.. LOOK at what you've done! The shoo'd rejection had a look of sadness cross her features. Like kicking a puppy, she just radiated sadness and had yet to officially pout. Just sort of...sadface!
Victoria HoImes: Eyeroll. "Oh for fuck's sake…"
Tempest Danann: "It is sad..." and defeated, she curled up against Alec's side and just leaned there like a wilted flower, trampled on by the cold and unfeeling Victoria. –d
Victoria HoImes: Victoria just stared at the fae, then up to Alec. "Jesus, where did you pick this one up?"
Tempest Danann: And with stage whisper she spoke to Alec "She seriously has no sense of fun, does she?" –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec was smirking, and then when Victoria posed that question he cracked up. "Fae R Us, she's a limited edition." Looking back at Tempest, he smirked. "You have no idea. She's like a black hole that sucks all the fun out of a room."
Victoria HoImes: "Just because I have differening opinions as to what is 'fun' doesn't mean I can't have any." Nose in the air again before taking a sip of her drink.
Alec R Sutton: "I have yet to see you have any fun, of any kind."
Tempest Danann: She smooched a kiss to Alec's cheek and leaning in to Victoria...nope, just a whisper but it was laden in that musical sweetness that was all fae "One day, we'll all be dead. But some of will go completely spent and catching our breath and others...well, won't be able to tell the difference. Try and live a little.." Straightening she finished her drink and slid it to the bartop. "mm, that was tasty" –d
Victoria HoImes: "Because, Alec, our opinions of fun are different." Duh. Victoria didn't pull back from the fae, instead holding deathly still. Until Tempest straightened and she sneered at her. "Don't tell me what to do with my life, fae. You don't know me."
Alec R Sutton: Alec smirked, and motioned to the bar tender, Jorge. Bob. Clyde. Whatever his name was. "Hit the lady with another sloe comfortable screw.... against the wall..." he chuckled and looked back at Victoria. "Fun usually makes people smile. I don't think I have ever seen you smile."
Victoria HoImes: "Oh don't be ridiculous, you have too. Wasn't I the other evening?" That may or may not have been because she had a snack tied up in her trunk.
Tempest Danann: "Mmm, no more for me tonight I have somewhere to be" Kissy face to Jorge and then a grin - totally unruffled as she looked to Victoria. "Id love to get to know you, but that wall is sooo high and Im more of a water sprite than an air dweller. " A finger and thumb to tweak Alec's chin, brushing a kiss to his cheek. "See you soon fun-one. By the way, guy with the brows, totally worth kicking. Consider it" –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec smiled at Tempest when she tweaked his chin and then he looked over his shoulder toward the buy with the brows... okay so it was practically a unibrow, but that was beside the point. He looked like he thought he could kick everyone's ass and that he'd enjoy it too. Looking back at Tempest he grinned. "I'll keep it in mind." Lifting his glass, he looked back at Victoria. "As for the other night, I thought you looked a little.... gassy."
Tempest Danann: Air kiss sent to Victoria and with just that , she was stepping off and simply seemed...gone. –d
Victoria HoImes: She was pretty much ignoring the fae. Wanted to ignore Alec, too, but with his gassy comment, her back stiffened. "You know what? Fuck you, Alec." Her bag was snatched up off the counter and opened so she could leave money for her drink so she could get the hell away from him.
Alec R Sutton: "You couldn't handle it, Sweetheart." Alec fired back at her, and then he was knocking his own drink back, the glass set back down on the bar before he rose and dropped cash to the surface.
Victoria HoImes: Honestly, she should've expected that he'd turn that into sexual innuendo. That she didn't frustrated her almost as much as his comment did. "Ugh!" It was no accident that she whacked him with her purse as she returned it to her arm in her spin to head for the door.
Alec R Sutton: That had Alec smirking and he followed her to the door, his hand pulling his keys from his pocket as he crossed the room.
Victoria HoImes: Once she was outside, she inhaled sharply. Of course it was marred by his scent, which nearly made her snarl. "I swear to God, if you're following me, I'm going to rip out your God damned neck and then you'll really see me smile."
Alec R Sutton: "Don't flatter yourself, Sweetheart, I'm just heading for my car." He smiled at her, that smile that was more shark's grin than an expression holding any kind of warmth, hands held out to his sides as he half turned to face her. "And before you get too sure of yourself, don't think for a moment I won't rip your heart out first."
Victoria HoImes: Snort. "And what, deprive yourself of your sport? Since 'Let's see which of Victoria's buttons I can push' seems to be a favorite game of yours."
Alec R Sutton: "Maybe if you weren't so thin skinned, I wouldn't be so tempted to push."
Victoria HoImes: "Well if being thick-skinned means being an egotistical jackass like yourself, no thank you." Her driver was waiting for her, holding her door open with one hand and reaching for the inside of his jacket pocket while asking her something quietly in Hungarian. "No, he's not worth it."
Alec R Sutton: "Not my fault you can't take a joke...." Unlocking the car, he slid in behind the wheel, a smirk given as he started the car up. Well, he'd not gotten drunk or laid so he needed to find another bar.
Victoria HoImes: Oh poor widdle baby. She paused before sliding into the back seat. "Because your jokes aren't funny, Alec, they're insulting." Were she more juvenile she would've added 'Like your face.'
Alec R Sutton: She should go for it, he'd actually crack the hell up at that. Putting the car into gear, he rolled out of the lot, a casual wave of hand given as he passed her snob mobile.
Victoria HoImes: Another disgusted ugh escaped her as her driver closed the door. As he backed the Rolls out and headed in the opposite direction, she propped her elbow on the window ledge and massaged her temple with her thumb and index finger. That poor, poor girl still strung up in her basement was going to feel her wrath this evening. See? Fun.
Alec R Sutton: Alec was going to have his own brand of fun.