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Post by TC Beckwith on Mar 4, 2013 18:53:43 GMT -8
Originally posted on Feb 18, 2013 at 4:27pm Nocturnal Legacy: It was a Monday and most people were still working the day away. One of the perks about owning your own business, was being your own boss. Abby had a shoot earlier this morning but now that it was done, she had the rest of the day to do as she pleased. She wanted a little fun, yet... be able to relax while doing it and so it was either pool and bowling, two of a few favorite past times. She had chosen a table to first have a meal, burger, fries, and a couple beers near by, along with her jacket. She was in a pair of skinny jeans, muddy brown boots up to the knees and a double layer of shirts. One long sleeve, a thermal... the other a short sleeve polo. Both tucked in neatly. She had just started a game, had already racked'em and made the break... now she was bent over and aiming at the cue ball, to hit one of the solids. [d] T C Beckwith: TC wandered in, shaded dropped into the neck of the t-shirt worn under the flannel and leather jacket. He took a moment to take the place in, then wandered toward the bar, a glance given the ass bent over the pool table before he pulled his attention away to the bar tender. "Gimme a Dos Equis." He took up a lean and turned his attention back to the pool table.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby knew theminute he walked in, who it was by his scent. Which didn't alarm her and she knew there was no need to glance back. She remained focus on the shot. Hand firmly gripped the bottom end of the pool stick, the glide of the glide of the stick was slow yet came in three as to line it up, and with a jerk... the tip hit the cue ball to smack into the blue ball, sending it spinning across the velvet and into the far corner pocket. Her third beer was sitting on the edge of the pool table, within reaching distance, and so she snagged it and lifted it for a long pull as she straightened from that bent position. Glance made in TC 's direction and she cast him a smile. [d]
T C Beckwith: Giving her a nod, he watched her playing, beer tipped up and sipped from before pushed from his lean and moved to the rack, selecting a stick. He then looked back at her. "So that makes me stripes."
Nocturnal Legacy: She took another drink of her beer as she rounded the table, getting ready to take her next shot. TC came over, spoke, and it had Abby arch a brow before smirking. "If you think you can keep up... sure." she teased. Pool was something she enjoyed, but since the move, hadn't had time to really indulge in to it. She took aim, leaning over the table again to take her next shot, directly across from him. Eyes on the cue ball for a moment before she glanced up to him, grinned and then looked back to the cue. Stick was drawn back one.. two.. three times and another jerk forward. Cue ball smacked into the Yellow. and sent it into the side pocket. She straightened and was grinning from ear to ear. "Don't say I didn't warn ya." [d]
T C Beckwith: "Consider me warned, Short Cake." He leaned his ass against a stool at the table behind him. "Go right on ahead, and knock a few more down."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby chuckled to herself and nodded. "You got it." She rounded the corner and was off to his side now. Blue eyes settled on the cue ball and she bent over again, taking aim once more. Did the gentle stroke of that stick and with a jerk, was sending the cue ball into a striped and then into her solid red to send it catecorner into the corner pocket, except... it bounced a little and rolled a bit. Well, wasn't that just a bunch of bull? Okay... next shot maybe. [d]
T C Beckwith: TC chuckled. "Gotta hit your own first there, Darlin'." He pushed from his lean, chalked his cue and then circled the table, eyeing the layout. "Nine in the corner you so nicely left wide open." He leaned, a slow, smooth stroke given the stick, sending the cue ball into the nine, tapping it gently to send it rolling into the corner pocket. Straightening, he smiled at Abby and then moved to line up on the twelve.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby was half leaning on the table, had moved back around to where she last left her beer and took a long pull from it. Bottle in one hand, stick in the other and she watched as TC put away two. Both remarks had her either smirking or grinning. When he straightened and smiled to her, she chuckled. Idly, she meandered about, drinking her beer. When he took his next lean forward, Abby was gonna pass by, behind him. But not before she took the tip of her stick and drew it up along the inside of his leg, from ankle to knee. "Just seeing how well you do with a bit of distraction." she teased and moved along. [d]
T C Beckwith: Leaning over the table, he regarded her over his shoulder, a shit eating grin given. "Darlin' you'll have to do a whole lot better than that to get me to forget what I'm doing." He turned back to the table, cue given a smooth, sharp, decisive stroke that sent the cue ball into the 13, and into the sidepocket after rebounding off the rail. "As I was saying." He straightened and looked her over, then grinned again. "Not that I have any doubts as to your ability to distract."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby gave a innocent shrugof shoulders. "Can't blame a girl for tryn'." she replied with a chuckle. She took another pull from her bottle and set it aside. Then... he missed his shot. She cut her eyes to him and smirked. Then... he just barely made his shot. She cut her eyes to him and smirked. She was just about to say something but he beat her to it and it had her laughing. "Uh huh..." she replied. [d]
T C Beckwith: He smirked, and then eyed the layout. Pool was a game of physics. Of math. Angles. Trajectories... and English. TC had a cluster that he was going to leave alone for the time being, one of his near a pocket, with hers cock blocking. Instead he went for the 14. "Far corner." Long run, down the side, slight angle, but a smooth, long stroke saw the cue rolling toward the ball and tapping it in. That left him with the ten, fifteen and twelve on table and that twelve... was cornered. He eyed the cluster, then took a shot at the fifteen that went wide, the cue rolling past it, hitting the rail and rolling back almost to its original position. He smirked and stepped back, one hand gesturing toward the table. "All yours, Short Cake." She wasn't short, but that wasn't the point.
Nocturnal Legacy: She watched as he lined up to take the next shot. She thought for sure it would fall in but apparently the hitting of that rail didn't work in its favor. He stepped back, gestured to the table and she gave him a pretty little smile. "Thank you kindly Sir." She already had a thick southern accent, but now she was just puttn' on and was coming off like Miss Scarlette O'Hara. She had the purple, the orange and the green left. She stood back a moment and looked the table over. Lips twisted a bit before she moved around and came to stand right in front of him. "Excuse me." she said softly with a bit of a playful bump to get him to move. "You're in my spot." she added with smirk, then took to that lean and bent over. Slow smooth pull of that stick was made a few times as she lined up her shot. The cue ball was tapped, it bounced off one of his and the Green fell into the pocket. She looked to him, winked and moved once more to take her next shot. [d]
T C Beckwith: "You're not supposed to hit mine before you hit yours, Darlin'." He chuckled. "Gotta hit your ball first if you're gonna kiss a shot." He leaned over her, and whispered in her ear. "Otherwise it's called a foul."
Nocturnal Legacy: "So then take your shot cowboy." she said with a grin as she straightened up and with a hand, presented him with the table. Her tone was playful and this was after all just a game, but what girl wouldn't like the idea of beating a man with a stick and balls? [d]
T C Beckwith: He smirked at her, lined up on that fifteen again, then knocked it into the pocket, swiftly, decisively. "Thank you, by the way, for unfucking that cluster for me." Yes there was method to his madness. He lined up on the ten, gave a nod to the side pocket, and banked it in, watching as the ball dropped. He then rounded on that twelve. He eyed the layout, then eased over the table. "Far corner..." The crack of the stick against the cue was followedby the crack of the cue colliding with the ball, which rolled long and dropped in after seeming to hang on the lip for an impossibly long moment.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby stepped aside and then back, watched as he took to his stance and lined it all up. Of course, she was gonna try again, just to have alil fun, by distracting him. Couple of fingers walked up along his spine before she tried to tickle his ear with a feather light touch. She wanted to bust out laughing, but was doing everything she could, to hold it in. This of course, was all done, at the precise moment he took his shot. When the cracking sounded, she watched and as the ball hung on the lip of the pocket, she hipped bumped the table. Hoping to send it in. If it fell in, she glanced to him over a shoulder, shrugged, grinned, and sauntered on over to her beer before plucking it up and taking that last swallow. [d]
T C Beckwith: Smirking, he eyed the layout for the eight. Sadly, he hadn't left himself much of a shot. In fact it was a damned long shot. Or rather a damned short one. He didn't have the distance needed to avoid her balls, and he didn't havethe angle to bank it. He eyed the table, eyed the balls, and then settled his knee onto the table, shin resting alongside the rail. "Wanna bet?" He glanced at her as he raised the ass end of the cue stick straight up, aiming it at the cue ball.
Nocturnal Legacy: She finished off her drink and set the empty bottle aside before looking to him. He eyed the table and then.. he asked if she wanted a bet. Abby grinned. "Sure... why not?" There was nothing wrong with a lil friendly competition. "What'cha got in mind?" she asked. [d]
T C Beckwith: "Now, Darlin' that's a dangerous thing to ask of a man." he smirked as he regarded her. "Especially when it comes to co-ed sports."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Do you see me quakingin my boots?" she asked with a grin. "Dangerous or not... I asked." She smirked. [d]
T C Beckwith: He eased off the table, and took a step back, regarding her a long moment. "A kiss. Full on, no holds barred."
Nocturnal Legacy: Brows arched. "A kiss?" she asked, as if amused. She gave a shrug of slender shoulders. "Alright... but its your funeral if you make the shot." she said through a laugh. "And you're gonna use the butt end of the stick rather than the tip?" she asked, seeing as he had pointed to the cue ball with it, just moments ago.
T C Beckwith: "No, I’m gonna use the whole damned stick in the way it was designed to be used." He smirked and slid back onto the edge of the table. Cue stick was lifted as he adjusted the angle, eyes on the cue ball, then on the eight, and he adjusted his aim to cut the stroke thin and put a high spin on it. He gave one last adjustment, and then drove the stick into the cue, the sound loud in the room, and echoing off the walls as the cue ball spun, right dead around Abby's ball and into the eight, knocking it into the pocket.
Nocturnal Legacy: "And if you don't make it? What do I get?" she then asked before he answered and took his shot. --- Few moments later, he was lining it up, taking his shot, and managed to avoid her ball and fall into the pocket. She honestly didn't think he would make it, but then... he just proved her wrong. [d]
T C Beckwith: He eased off the table and laid the cue stick down on it. "That, Darlin' takes practice." He smiled as he regarded her.
Nocturnal Legacy: "That's a helluva shot there cowboy... and yeah, I'd say so. But you still didn't answer my question. Guess it doesn't matter now though." she said with a smirk. [d]
T C Beckwith: TC smirked in response as he moved around the table toward her. "Did you really have any doubts?" His hand slid into her hair and he laid a lip lock on her that would melt cinder block. Lips played over hers, his tongue teasing along them before he was letting her go and stepping back. "Now that that's out of the way, we don't have to wonder what if." His eyes raked over her and he grinned.
Nocturnal Legacy: She was just about to answer him since he posed a question, but before she could even get the words out, he was moving in and taking hold before he pressed his lips to hers. Brows at first arched. Eyes kinda went wide. She hadn't expected him to just walk up and take it. Usually a girl is given a minute to sort of prepare for these things. Which... might explain why he ended up leaving her breathless. She'd been tense, but once the shock of surprise had passed, and replaced by the teasing tongue... Had she been a cinderblock, she'd have melted. He let go, stepped back and made a remark. She stood there, sort of stunned, but tried not to let it show. Had that really just happened? His grin caused her to smile and cheeks flushed. "So you know how to kiss a girl." she said. "Congratulations?" She had to say something smart right? She brushed past him, a little shove to his shoulder with her hand as she headed for the bar and ordered one last beer. [d]
T C Beckwith: He smirked, had dropped and tipped to watch her ass as she walked away. Yeah, that would be one to bite in the ass, develop lock jaw and get dragged to death. "Why thank you, Short Cake."
Nocturnal Legacy: She glanced to him over a shoulder and she leaned up against the bar and smirked. Tender placed the beer before her and she signaled for another Dos Equis. A beer for the winner. She owed him one anyway from the night he beat the snot out of that purse snatcher. Both beers in hand before she made her way back to him and past off the Dos Equis to him. "Where'd you learn to shoot pool like that?" she asked. [d] T C Beckwith: "Uvalde. Fine tuned my skills in St Louis, Chicago. Made money playing pool, and poker. Beat the hell out of thieving, even if I did have to fight may way out a time or two."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Now you tell me." she replied. "I'd say, withholding information like that... thats cheatn'. And I think I should be compensated for it." She took a swallow of her beer then. [d]
T C Beckwith: "That mean you want another kiss?" he leaned against the table, the beer she'd handed to him sipped from. "I can oblige, not a problem."
Nocturnal Legacy: She snickered and gave a shake of her head. "Not exactly. No." she replied. "And I'm sure you could... if that were the case. But that's just another prize for you. How do I benefit from it? So I was thinking...." she eyed him a moment. "You got a bike, right? Maybe take me for a ride? Or better yet... let me drive." She grinned. Abby knew how men were about their bikes. Mars, Leland, TC... [d]
T C Beckwith: "Oh no, no, no...." He shook his head. "I will take you riding all you want, Short Cake, but I am not letting anyone ride my bike. That's an instant no go." He chuckled. "Now, if you want one of your own, and need it rebuilt, I will be more than happy to help out. But I don't let anyone ride mine."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Hm... that’s a real shame." she replied with an arch of brows as she lifted the long neck up for a long pull. She brushed past him again, headed for her table with a glance to him over her shoulder before she looking back to where her stuff was. ""I'm an all or nothing kinda gal, so... guess that means your just gonna leave me disappointed." she smirked to herself as she reached for her jacket. "I didn't think you were the type to leave a girl dissatisfied." [d]
T C Beckwith: "I'm offering you the ultimate satisfaction. Pride of Ownership." He smiled. "Can't beat that. And like I said, I'll help you pick it out and restore it. It's up to you as to just how satisfied you are with it, when it's done."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Ownership of my own bike doesn't leave you squirming with worry." she replied. "Which would have been compensation enough, for that lil game earlier." she turned and flashed him a smile. "Can't blame a girl for trying though." She shrugged. "Besides... I got a truck." Abby liked her truck. No... scratch that... she loved her truck. Plus.. she had a bike already. Sort of. It was Leland's really but she could half claim it? Maybe? "But thanks for the offer." she added. "Just so you know though... I wanna rematch sometime." She pointed then to the pool table. [d]
T C Beckwith: "You got it, Short Cake." He smiled and took another drink of his beer. "Any time."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby drained her beer, left it on her table as she passed it by and slipped her jacket on. She turned on booted heels, taking a few back steps, smiling. "Next time, be prepared. And I'm already lookn' forward to it." With that, she turned back to face the door, pushed it open and moved out before heading for the baby blue, 1950's truck. Time to go check on the boys at the garage. Maybe Leland was free to spend time together. Maybe. [d]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2013 14:38:17 GMT -8
Iies and alibis: As promised in her voicemail, Jessie had shown up at the pool hall. Not only was she punctual, but she'd purposely left about fifteen minutes early, figuring if she got lost, she wouldn't be late, and if she didn't, it might benefit her somehow. Cutting the Chevy's engine, she took one last look at herself in the rearview mirror before opening the door and stepping down to the ground, in a pair of heels that clicked softly against the pavement. Since she hadn't packed her entire wardrobe when she left California, the petite blonde was forced to do a bit of shopping that afternoon, and was now donning dress black denim and a red silk blouse that brought out the blue in her eyes as well as covered some of the ink she had on the off chance he wasn't a fan of walking art. Looking both ways, she hurried across the street, her purse in tow, and headed for the front door. -d-
Condemned Legacy: And as agreed, Uriah would be at the pool hall, in his office. He had a few things to go over any way, be they prior or after the meeting with Miss Moore. Nate was as usual, at the bar, tending. Secretly hoping he was about to get relief help. Uriah was a fan of scotch and so the Brit was sipping quietly on a tumbler of the liquid as he went over a few numbers for last months earnings. He'd have to figure out what would be decent pay with the new hire or hires, if more than one was accepted. He was a quiet man. Always well dressed. Always in a 3 piece suit. But by the end of the night, he was pretty relaxed and had loosened his tie, unbuttoned the vest and rolled up his sleeves.[d]
Iies and alibis: Upon entering, she'd pause, just taking in her surroundings a second, getting a feel for them as well as any faces. None would be familiar to her, not unless Leland was inside, but she knew he wouldn't be there. Spying Nate behind the bar, she smiled, her soft gait carrying her towards him, the small blonde going belly up to the edge, so to speak as she cant her head questioningly. "If there a Mr. Uriah Sorrelli here tonight?" She wouldn't be able to pick the man out of a line-up even if her life depended on it, and o she was relying on the help of...well...the help! -d-
Condemned Legacy: Nate was wiping down the bar when the blonde made her way in. Gaze lifted from the dark top counter to her and he flashed her a friendly smile. "Welcome to Styx... what can I get you?" When she approached and asked for the bossman, he nodded. "Ah, you're his niner." He said aloud. "Let me let him know you're here." He held up a finger to signal to give him a moment. Nate picked up the red phone, it was a direct line to Uriah's office. The Brit answered. "Yes?" Nate explained that the appointment was here and Uriah asked him to send her on back toward his office. It would be easy to find once Nate pointed out the direction to go. "Can't miss it. It's got Office on it." he offered to the woman. [d]
Iies and alibis: "Thanks," she nodded, with a smile, drumming both hands against the bar briefly before dragging them away, dropping them to her sides as she followed his directions to the back. Upon finding the door, she would stop, smoothing a hand against her hair and again against the curve of a hip, straightening the blouse against it, before knocking lightly and listening for his voice before entering. Yes, he was expecting her, but the last thing she wanted to do was barge in. -d-
Condemned Legacy: There came the telltale signs of her arrival. The sound of a knock upon his door had him standing and moving to answer it as he slowly opened it. A polite nod and smile given. "Miss Moore I presume?" He asked. "Please.... do come in. Can I get you something?" The man had a small mini bar in his office. Obviously a fan of liquor. There was his desk, a couple of bookshelves, a filing cabinet, and two chairs that were positioned across from his desk. The laptop was his office computer. He sometimes took work home with him. "So, from our little game of phone tag... you're interested in working here. Right? And it's a bartending position you are after, yes?" The door was shut behind them both, and he made a quick adjustment to the vest before he moved to half sit on the edge of his desk. Arms crossing over an average sized chest. Just slightly more defined. [d]
Iies and alibis: A job, she thought to herself, but just smiled and said, instead, "No, but thank you." She'd stepped into the room once he'd opened the door for her, turning slightly as he closed the door, her hazel regard following him as he moved through the room, back to his seat behind the desk. Following his lead, she sank into a seat opposite his, setting her purse down beside, between her leg and the arm of the chair. She couldn't help but chuckle at the game of phone tag they'd shared, but it had still been productive since she was sitting in front of him. "I am," she nodded. "And yes I've got some experience in that." More than, in fact. She'd been doing it for years, since she was sixteen, give or take a couple of months, but being that it had been off the books until she was legal, she couldn't exactly use it as a reference. -d-
Condemned Legacy: "Of course." he replied and offered a small friendly smile as she politely declined the offer. He watched he take a seat and get comfortable before she was replying to his statements and answering his questions. "How old are you Miss Moore? And please know I ask only for hiring purposes. I need to make sure you're legal to serve alcohol. I would hate for the state to pull my license for possibly over looking something as simple as that. And... are you alright with flexible hours? Meaning... some days you might be needed for the daylight hours and others you might be needed for the evening hours. Unless of course you have a preference of one over the other?" [d]
Iies and alibis: Crossing one leg over the other, she got a bit more comfortable, smiling as he explained why he was asking. "I understand," she nodded. "It makes sense. I'm twenty-four. For a couple more months at least." She'd be twenty-five in May. Leaning a bit to the left, she lifted her right hand, tucking blonde and auburn strands behind an ear as the conversation shifted to possible schedules. "I can definitely work either shift, bouncing back and forth isn't a problem for me." She almost said she was flexible, and thanked a god she didn't quite believe in for saving her from that faux pas. An interview wasn't the place for innuendo, accidental or otherwise. -d-
Condemned Legacy: "That's great. Well... if you were to be hired, how soon could you start?" he asked and paused long enough to give her a chance to reply, then asked his next question. "If hired... what, to you, would be a fair pay rate?" he questioned. Uriah was a very upstanding young British male and while he did have his days where he could come off as some up tight asshole, those days were far and few. He was laid back, easy going for the most part. A bit strange maybe but that was because he had second sight. He could see things that most people couldn't and would otherwise piss their pants. He however, was use to it and had been, most of his life. [d]
Iies and alibis: "I could start this weekend if you needed me," she said after thinking about it a second. She was trying hard not to sound desperate, but in truth, if she didn't get out of that damn room and start doing something, she was going to go nuts. "Saturday night, definitely," she nodded. He seemed like a nice enough guy, not one trying to take advantage of her or anyone, and so she didn't push it when it came to the part about how much she saw herself being paid. "Honestly," she started, "any place I've worked prior to this, it's been minimum wage, plus tips. So, unless you think the customers here are..." she paused, picking and choosing her words wisely, deciding against 'cheap' and going instead with, "...stingy, then it shouldn't be much different." She smiled, shoulders lifting with a small shrug. -d-
Condemned Legacy: A hand lifted. Fingers came to split over and rub at his scruffy chin thoughtfully as he listened to her carefully. He nodded softly before he scratched at the scruff along his jaw. "Here's a thought. Let's give you a couple weeks to try the place out. If you feel comfortable, like the regulars here, and can see yourself working here long term, then we'll do up the proper paperwork and make it official. If not? You'll still get paid for the hours you work, you can keep your earned tips, and be on your way. No strings attached. No harm done. Does that suit you well, Miss Moore?" [d]
Iies and alibis: Setting both feet back on the floor, she straightened in the chair, sitting more on the edge of it as he seemed to make his mind up for the moment, coming up with an idea she couldn't argue with. Nodding slowly, she smiled, reaching across the desk and offering him her hand, as if they should shake on it. "I think that sounds like the perfect plan." Would give her a chance to get a feel for the place, the people, and to make sure she was staying put. After shaking his hand, she would stand, collecting her purse from beside her. "Thank you, by the way. For the chance." She nodded, not sure how else to put it, simply because she couldn't tell him too much about herself outside the basics. It was definitely an opportunity, though, for a fresh start. Now all she had to do was run with it. -d-
Condemned Legacy: "Few rules though. Hired or not. You don't bring anyone here after hours. On the clock or not. If you feel fruity and need a place to shag, I'd advise you to keep it at your place or a hotel room. As for dress code? Anything goes as long as you're not flaunting... you get the idea." Dismissive wave of hand as he stood to his feet. "Nate will go over the other do's and do not's when you come in Saturday evening. All long as you can follow a few simple rules, we will get along swimmingly." He motioned to the door, and opened it for her. "So unless you have any other questions or concerns...Oh..." he paused. "As for your ink.. I'm not opposed to it, so no need to worry." Now... how did he know that? Well... he had special friends that shared secrets with him often. "Oh, you are most welcome Miss Moore. I look forward to having you here with us at Styx. I'm sure things will work out very well." [d]
Iies and alibis: Standing there, she listened to the laundry list he was giving her, all of which she was more than fine with, though she did have a hard time not laughing when he mentioned...feeling fruity. Never in her life had she heard it called that before, but there was a first time for everything. "Don't worry," she grinned. "Flaunting for tips isn't my thing." There were strip clubs for that. Turning toward the door, she was just about to walk out when he brought up her ink -- ink she'd gone out of her way to hide, but there he was, talking about it and she looked over a shoulder at him, arching a brow as she wondered what she failed to cover. Crap. "Good to know," she grinned, eyeing him a little bit longer than she intended, just because it caught her off guard. Shaking it off, she just smiled, "I'm sure it will, too. Thank you again." With that, she walked out of the room and retraced her steps to the door, shooting Nate a wink as she called out to him, "See you Saturday!" -d-
Condemned Legacy: Hands were shoved into his pockets as he walked with her past the bar. Nate gave a goodbye wave. Once they reached the door, Uriah nodded and smiled politely. He'd see her out and then it was closing time. Nate knew the routine. [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 10, 2013 22:06:47 GMT -8
Scene takes place on Wednesday, May 15th. Alex Vipond: Alex left the soon to be offices/studio of AMV and headed for the pool hall. Parking that murdered out Benz, he slid out, taking a moment to look around the lot as he rolled that piece of Doublemint around in his mouth. Closing the door of the car, he stepped away, those new Italian boots he'd bought in Florence during the video shoot carefully avoided puddles formed from the seemingly endless fall of water. Despite the overcast day he had shades on, which he didn't take off until he stepped inside, the bow of which he tucked into the neckline of that faded out Gin Blossoms t-shirt. Looking around, the place hadn't changed, a few of the usual crowd hovering over the pool tables, and then he was crossing to the bar to settle his ass on a stool, before looking to see who was on bar tending duty. KrystalFlake: Krystal had been working on setting up a security system at the factory or whatever the hell that place was supposed to be, but it was slow in going. The architect was being a pain in the ass and resisting some of her recommendations because they weren't asthetically pleasing. Well to each their own, but she was standing by what she said about what she told him it needed. There was a mess of balls on the table in front of her and she was leaning a hip on it so she could decide what she wanted to hit with the cue stick. Nothing like banging up some balls at the end of the night right? Her hair was down at the moment and she had gone with a pair of black skinny jeans, gladiator heeled sandals and a light blue spaghetti strap tank. Every now and again when she'd lean over to take a shot her hair fell forward and that winged ink on her back showed and then disappeared again when she stood up. Taking a shot the balls slammed together and she sunk the 2 in a side pocket. Walking around the table she picked up the sweet tea vodka and peach schnapps infused drink debating her next shot. As she was drinking she noted the guy walking in and knew who he was only because Styx had given her a cd and she'd googled and youtubed him. For the moment he was too far away to get a feel on him without being noticable so she was hanging back for a moment. [d] Alex Vipond: When Nate approached, Alex smiled and ordered a scotch, neat, and then looked around once more. The woman at the tables was noted, though she wasn't familiar. He turned back, fell into idle chit chat with Nate about the state of things while he'd been away, in between Nate's slinging of drinks elsewhere. Alex's fingers, draped over the glass, gave it a slow turn on the bar top, just enough to get the amber moving within without risking a spill. KrystalFlake: Krystal finished off the drink that she had in her hand and took another shot sending the balls all over the table and not sinking anything. Then again she hadn't really been trying to. Her cue was laid across the table and she walked over to the bar, leaning on her forearms and setting down the empty glass. Ordering another of the same vodka concoctions she turned on her hip to give Alex's profile the once over. It wasn't that creepy oggling way, but she wasn't hiding that she was checking him out. [d] Alex Vipond: That line between the gaze of someone who finds you interesting and the depraved stare of a stalker was, at times, fine indeed. Fortunately it wasn't being crossed. He didn't think he'd be running a tab, so he reached a hand into the pocket of his jeans and peeled out a twenty, laying it on the bar before his hand draped over the drink once more. He glanced to the woman from the table as she took her hip lean against the bar. Nodding, he gave a little wave, before picking up his glass, giving her a, "hi," and then taking a sip. Setting the glass back down he watched as Nate moved to refill her glass. KrystalFlake: "Alex, right?" You know in case she was wrong she had to ask if that was his name. If it wasn't she was just going to have to make up some other line of conversation. Like oh well you look like Alex Vipond, sorry to mistake you for him etc. Styx seemed pretty fond of the guy so it was worth at least saying hello to him and seeing if he was back in town for good. You know maybe he was playing a show in town that she could catch live. Nothing better than some good live music if you had the time right? Alex Vipond: Alex gave a little chuckle as he nodded. "Yeah. And you are?" No he didn't recognize her, so that meant she was someone who had seen him somewhere else, either in the media of late or at a show. It was odd, the way he'd had people recognize him of late. After more or less hiding from the spotlight, to now suddenly embracing it... it was an adjustment. KrystalFlake: Krystal offered a hand out to him. "Krystal. Your friend Styx was telling me about you, gave me one of your cds." She smiled and thanked Nate when he brought the drink back over to her. She was a new face in the crowd so it wasn't a surprise that he didn't know who she was. Alex Vipond: "Ah." He smiled and shook her hand. "How'd you like it?" Had to ask, it was reflexive. Kind of like breathing. "Styx is cool. She hangs out here sometimes. I think people get the misguided notion that the place is hers or named for her." he chuckled as he lifted his glass once more, pausing long enough before sipping to add, "Can't imagine why they'd get that idea." KrystalFlake: "It was pretty good. Honestly I'd never heard of you before she mentioned the cd." Reaching for the drink she took a sip from the glass, stirring it around with the straw to mix the two alcohols together. She wasn't overtly giving a push to check out what he was, but she was listening to her senses on what was hanging around him. "Styx Pool Hall... Styx the girl. I can see how it would happen. She's pretty cool though. Talked about you being on tour and that you'd be back before long. Was hoping to catch you live. You can work magic in a studio and never recapture it live if someone isn't really good. Call me a skeptic." [d] Alex Vipond: "My last local was at Studio Seven, back in March, just before we left for Germany. If there's an opening there, any time soon, I may well grab it." He shrugged. And it was more than true. A good engineer could make someone who sounded like they were strangling cats when singing live, sound good. Hell Auto-Tune could help those when a wheel barrow failed. "It's good that you're discriminating." As for what he was, Alex was, first and foremost, a musician. The fact that he was also a vampire was so far down the list, and in such tiny print, that if all went well, no one would ever know. Those with a sense for those things would, no doubt guess, given time, but Alex kept that part of his life as private as humanly... or inhumanly, possible. KrystalFlake: Krystal wasn't in to outting people, she just liked to know what was around her. She wasn't exactly jumping up and down screaming I steal your energy and make you horny while I do it! Though that might just make a guy want to jump on that band wagon wouldn't it? Eh. Whatever. "Well, hopefully I will get the chance to see you. How was the european jaunt?" Krystal wasn't much of an international traveler. Most of her business took her in the continental US. Not that she minded, just never got much to exploring Europe. [d] Alex Vipond: "Good. Hectic. We don't get much chance to see anything, but we had a day here and there to relax. Okay so most of those days were spent catching up on sleep, but we did get three days between our last show in France and our first in London." he chuckled again as he pulled his phone an rolled through the menu, before coming up with the video he was looking for, and then slid the phone over to her. "Did that one in the studio, live. Took a few takes, but we finally got it the way we wanted it."
KrystalFlake: Krystal leaned in to watch the video that he was playing on the phone. Her head nodding a little bit to the sound of the music. A smile resting on her lips as it played, those blue eyes looked up at him. "Very nice. Not many people are as blessed with talent." Alex Vipond: "My family wasn't artistically bent. I was something of an addball." he chuckled. "But I was indulged, allowed to follow my heart which... some families would far prefer you follow in dear old dad's footsteps. I was very lucky to have the parents I did." He gave another nod, lost in thought for a moment before he smiled to her, his phone collected after the video ended, and slid back into the pocket of his leather jacket. KrystalFlake: "You are very lucky. Can't say the same for myself. I'm pretty sure my mother wanted me to have a husband and kids. Didn't really work out for her." She laughed and took a drink through the straw stuffed into the glass. Her father damn sure probably didn't want her working for half the criminals that she tangled with, but sometimes you just stick with what you are good at. She did sometimes work for legitimate businesses. It just never held her attention as well. Alex Vipond: "Yeah well... As long as you're not in jail or pushing up daisies, they should be happy, right?" He chuckled and drained his glass, then slid it over for a refill. "So what is it that you do?" As Nate refilled his glass and set it before him, Alex slid another twenty onto the bar, a smile given the man and then he looked back at Krystal. KrystalFlake: "You would think.. but sometimes you just can't please them." Smiling she hooked the nearest stool and parked herself on it so that she wasn't just standing around like a bar fly. "That depends, what day is it?" She joked lightly and grinned. "Security mostly." Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a little chrome business card case and pulled out a card. It was white with a blue hologram snowflake in the upper left corner. Krystal Flake was the name on the card with Security Systems Specialist and a few of the finer points of that under her name along with a number. She handed it over to him. "Private systems, business systems, bodyguard services and the like." Said as she was handing him the card. Alex Vipond: "No shit?" Taking the card, he looked it over. "Boy, sure could have use you in Brazil a few years back." he chuckled. Yeah it was amusing now, but at the time it was -_-... Kind of sucks when you're trying really hard not to out yourself by ripping into ten armed men holding you and your band at gun point. Fortunately it all worked out and only cost him five grand. "And yeah, we don't go anywhere without a security team now so next time we're on tour..." He pulled his wallet and tucked the card into it, then slid it back into his hip pocket. KrystalFlake: "I'd be happy to help. I always enjoy working on a challenge. I'm sure screaming fan girls tossing themselves at you does get tiring." She smiled and set the drink aside for the moment. Krystal had a unique perspective in her line of work. Not to mention a compelling touch when it came down to getting things done with people that were a little more on the stubborn side. She could manage a lot without completely outting herself. "Musicians and actors seem to get it the hardest when it comes to privacy." Alex Vipond: "Arms lost his shirt, literally, in Sao Paulo. Some chick ripped it off of him." He took up his glass and took a sip. "And yeah, it's easy to get mobbed. Sometimes they lay in wait for you at the airport. I had one chick follow me into the mens room once. It was .... bizarre." Fun times. Nothing like a little mayhem to get the blood flowing. "My manager is talking Canada this summer, so I may well be giving you a call soon." KrystalFlake: "I have seen a lot of strange things. I tend to work with people that aren't run of the mill." She raised her brows and tipped her head to the side with a smile sort of shaking it. Not run of the mill was basically being polite. Crooks, demons, vampires, shifters of some kind.. Escorts.. Out of everything she worked she was still fascinated by the escort business. The selling of sex. Ah it had not really been up her alley, she liked her's on the free side. It didn't seem tainted that way. "Canada, don't think I've ever been anywhere aside from Niagra there." Alex Vipond: Alex gave a slow nod and a light chuckle. "Well, even those who aren't run of the mill need their security." He laughed out right then at the Canada comment. "I can't say that I have, either, but apparently I have quite a following there. I released the album in March and it's already gone gold there, though..." he paused to take a drink, before continuing, "their scale is a bit different from ours. Something like a hundred thousand sales for gold, when here it's five hundred." KrystalFlake: "I used to work for a musician named Nuno Blackwolf, I don't know if he cared much about sales, but the crazy women that showed up scared even his crazy ass." She grinned and tried to imagine a bunch of Canadians going ape shit over a musician. "Canadians don't strike me as the crazy type, but what do I know. Would have to do recon... you know for the sake of the job." Check out Canada and it's venues just to see what it was like. Honestly she just could not picture it. "How does that even work with things like iTunes where you don't have to download an entire album. Just a single song gets rated?" Alex Vipond: "Individual songs are rated by on air play time. The more radio requests, the higher on the billboard it goes. Completely separate from album sales, and digital album sales are counted along with the CD sales. And yes, the album is on both iTunes and Amazon." Shameless plug, but he had to. "The single for the album is topping the charts." KrystalFlake: "Sounds like you are doing good for yourself then. No crazy fans here in Seattle?" Krystal remembered the hay day of Nirvana. Seattle must have gone nuts whenever they were in town playing. It was harder these days to come by good music so when it came around the bands did really well, but they came with some crazy fans. Alex Vipond: "I think most around here are used to seeing me, though, with more exposure now... We'll see. It hasn't been an issue, before, I only hope it stays that way." He hoped they didn't start mobbing him every where he went, but that was part of the package. A risk he'd been willing to take, particularly due to his ... special circumstances. It had taken a good deal of debating and contemplation to finally go for it. KrystalFlake: "Maybe you'll get lucky since you have been around here a while. Some people have more draw than others because they end up making it big without having that hometown crowd." When someone just exploded out of nowhere they had a tendancy to get mobbed wherever they went. "When is the next leg going to start for you? Or are you working on new material already?" Some people were ambitious. Alex Vipond: "Well, barring Canada this summer, I'm going to be working on the studio and the record office. I closed escrow just before we left for Germany on two shops, side by side, that are in the process of being renovated. After that, it's going to be studio work, again, barring any further tours. Just depends on what happens first. I've got the material, we just need to lay down the tracks an get them mixed." KrystalFlake: "A new studio and office? Would love to check it out if you ever have the time to let me take a look." She was curious to see how it was set up. Styx had mentioned him renting space out at the place that she worked and it seemed a little on the small side so it would be interesting to see what he had worked out for himself. You could tell a lot by someone on what they surrounded themselves with. Alex Vipond: "You do security systems so... I may well need you in on the planning stage, get the security integrated into the build, right now it's basically a shell. Completely gutted at the moment, everything ripped out but the load bearing walls." With all the high priced equipment, not to mention his instruments, it would be a good thing to have the security live before that stuff went in. "Yeah if you don't mind, I've got the blue prints at the office." KrystalFlake: "Sure thing. Honestly that's the best time to get everything in there. It's always a pain in the ass trying to get it in after it's all put together already." Nothing like drilling holes in walls and trying to wire up security in what you need too it wouldn't be a bad thing to invest in a safe of some kind. Especially if you want to make sure that your music doesn't end up released to the public ahead of time." Nothing killed sales like a pirate album. Alex Vipond: "Good idea. What about fire suppression, do you do those types of systems too? I'd hate to lose my guitars if something went wrong." Everything else could be replaced, but his guitars? Not so much. He had a lot of history in those things. It wasn't about the monetary value, it was about the memories and the sentimental value they held. KrystalFlake: "Like I said it's all about what you need. Finding out what you need in the way of security as well as storage of valuables and what kind of equipment that you have in there. Always good to talk to insurance at the same time so that you can have a policy that covers everything more than adequately. You can have all the security in the world, but if you don't pay for good insurance." She just rolled a shoulder in a shrug. Some people just didn't think ahead and no matter how many times you told them they didn't always think it would happen to them. Especially when they thought top of the line security would solve all their problems.
Alex Vipond: "I never would have thought to have the insurance company in when installing the security." he nodded. It did make sense though. Between the two they could better plan for the worst. "I'll give Izzy a head's up. She takes care of all my insurance stuff." Not that her job was to do so, but she was the one that he knew. He told her what he wanted, she made sure it was done, by someone, in her office. KrystalFlake: "It's always a good thing. You wouldn't believe the discounts you get on insurance based on what kind of security you have installed." She drank down the rest of what was in her glass and pushed it over asking Nate for a refill and menu. "I couldn't handle all the paperwork that goes into insurance, but I've worked with enough companies to know that the bigger the value the better it is to keep them in the loop to adjust your policy." Alex Vipond: "It makes sense." Nodding, he killed his own and slid it toward Nate, before looking back at her. "Should probably have you take a look at the house as well. The security system was installed by Brinks but ... tech changes. There may be room for improvement. The house was built in '31, but it has had all the modern conveniences installed. Even has a panic room, just in case." KrystalFlake: "Well, you are talking about not long after the great war." Also known as world war one. "Then the second world war. A lot of people had a lot on their mind about what they wanted to prevent." Paranoia was a healthy thing right? Krystal didn't put a lot of stock in it because it made you jump at shadows if you weren't careful. "I'd be happy to take a look around at what they have installed. A lot of times it covers the basics and it's good for most people. You just happen to have a lot more to use than most people. I'm sure personal security is higher on your list." Espcially if she was getting the right vibe over what he was. Needed to be careful about who could get in not just because he might have been famous. Alex Vipond: Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you. And Alex knew well that a pitch fork bearing mob was nothing to laugh at. He'd seen what happened to those who were careless. "Cool." He nodded, and finally swapped out that piece of gum he'd been chewing, then offered the pack to Krystal. He didn't smoke. He chewed DoubleMint. It was a vice. KrystalFlake: She snagged one of the offered pieces and unwrapped it, folding the piece into her mouth. Perusing the menu that had been handed over she ordered the soft pretzels and pulled the refreshed drink closer. She had to drink a ridiculous amount of alcohol to get drunk so she didn't even notice she was on her fifth drink. She'd had a few before Alex came in. "So tell me more about this studio that you are building. Any particular reason you are building your own?" Alex Vipond: "Long story, or Reader's Digest version?" He chuckled, putting the pack of gum back into his jacket pocket before cradling his glass in hand. Alex hadn't, as of yet drank himself drunk. Not even when he was human. He'd been born with an alcohol allergy that had nearly killed him the first time he'd drank a glass of wine. It wasn't until he'd bonded with Meghan that he'd tried again, and found he could, in fact, drink. Whether it was the bond or his turning, he wasn't sure. Maybe he was still allergic and his hyper healing corrected it before it had a chance to become an issue. "Short version, I got tired of record labels jerking me around. I fought for five years to buy my album back from the record label I had signed with after they kept dicking me around over the release." He shrugged in that 'whattayagonnado' way. KrystalFlake: "That sounds like a good reason. Lot of money to put into it though I'm sure. At least now you can say you did it your way." Sometimes having the freedom to work how you wanted usually was the best. Krystal very rarely worked for someone. She was more of an independant contractor that was hired on a job by job basis. It gave her a comfortable lifestyle, but it could be hard at times moving from one place to the next. Never really put roots down anywhere which could be a pain if you were looking for a relationship, but she had a natural aversion to those considering the fact that she was what she was. It didn't always work out. "Five years is a long time, but at least you were able to. Some people aren't that lucky." Alex Vipond: "Having the funds to do so is a large part of the issue faced by most just starting out. And record labels of old are fast becoming extinct through their own greed. With today's tech, it's a lot easier for musicians to do it themselves. And if they have experience or know an engineer who can do it for them relatively cheaply...." Most charged anywhere from three to ten grand per track. "Once the engineer is paid, then it's just a matter of producing the CDs or releasing straight to iTunes. Hell you can go straight to iTunes, and make enough money to pay off the engineer and then send the album to press. Hell of a lot better than signing with a major label, selling eight million albums, and not earning a red cent off of any of them." And it had happened just that way, all too often. KrystalFlake: "It really just becomes how to market it. With facebook, youtube and other networking sites it has really become anyones game hasn't it?" Nothing moved faster than the internet and when people were properly motivated. Well, all you had to do was sit back and watch at that point. Nate brought the pretzel's over and Krystal put the gum in the wrapper so that she could eat them. It wasn't what she really needed, but at least food slowed the urges down some enough to distract her from them. "Having a good lawyer on your side and someone that was good at promotions doesn't hurt either I'm sure." Alex Vipond: "It has." He nodded. "And really that's all it takes, is the drive and determination. If you can come up with fifteen grand you can put out an EP, that will whet appetites until you can get enough capital to put out a full album. It's just a matter of throwing back into the music everything you've made from it." Taking a sip of his drink, he gave a gesture of hand as he set the glass back down. "And yes. A good lawyer and manager doesn't hurt." Alex was lucky. He had the best. KrystalFlake: "That really doesn't seem like a lot of cash given what a record label could rape you for." Broke and talented seemed to be a common theme amongst musicians. You heard about all these great musicians and then they were talking about riding around in an econoline van and putting together their own equipment. It was kind of sad really. The industry just didn't seem very kind to those just starting out. She dipped the a piece of the pretzel into the cheese that came with it and for a moment was talking with the thing in her hand. "Just wish more people were able to maintain their identities. Sometimes you hear a great local group and as soon as they are signed their music changes." She shook her head and bit into the piece in her hand. Alex Vipond: Record labels. They rape you every way possible. "Another issue I had with the label I had signed with. As soon as I signed, they kept trying to force me into a direction I didn't want to go. Which is likely why so many change after being signed. It's not so much an issue of them changing, but of the label changing their direction for them. Sucks, but I've seen it happen, and ... why I formed my own label." KrystalFlake: "Are you hoping to help other local talent as well? Or you just out for yourself?" The last bit was just a bit of teasing because he didn't really seem the type that was going to be all out for himself since he had gone through the trouble of working so hard to get where he was now. Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he shook his head. "I've already produced an album for Eleventh Hour, the local metal band?" the one that went missing after a blast wiped out the hall they were due to play at in New York. "No Rest For The Wicked, was the album." He stopped there, simply because there was more to tell and it wasn't his to tell. KrystalFlake: "Unfortunately another artist I am not familiar with. I think I might have been living under a rock recently the way I keep hearing about these things." She laughed and reached for the glass to take a drink. You know she really needed to get out more. "One thing that I am loving about Seattle though is all these bungalos. I picked up one at a decent price and it's a lot bigger than it looks because of the basement." She really loved it though. It didn't have a big kitchen, but then again she wasn't some domestic goddess to be worrying about that. She just loved the cozy feel of it and the way it looked. "Maybe now that I'm settling into a place for a while I'll get out and be able to see more bands." Alex Vipond: "You should, there's a lot to see." He smiled. "I fell in love with my house the first time I saw it. When it finally came onto the market, I had to have it." And yes, he'd waited a good long time for that to happen. "So where are you from?" He took a sip of his scotch as they talked, an thn gave a glance around the place. Friday night and things had picked up. The noise levels had increased, but it didn't look as if any drunken brawls were imminent. Good deal. Alex looked back at Krystal. KrystalFlake: "Originally, Las Vegas." So basically the home of sin. She had definitely not grown up in the large mormon community. She was a get your hands dirty and get in trouble kind of girl.. "Spent time in New York, Miami and even Atlanta for a bit before coming here. Still, I love Vegas." It was like a part of her soul just recharged every time she was there. Krystal couldn't explain it if she tried, but she was grounded there. "How about you?" She didn't really pick up the trace of an accent from him, but accents were funny that way. You live long enough you could make them disappear. Alex Vipond: "I was born overseas, but my home was LA before coming here. Still have a house there and we played there on the US leg of the tour, just before coming home. It was good to be back. I miss it at times but it's close enough to just head down when the opportunity arises." he chuckled as he recalled Connie's reaction to seeing him outside in the light of day. He couldn't help it, the woman was so happy that he'd been 'cured'. KrystalFlake: "There are just some places that really stick with you. You just know when a place is home even if you aren't from there." Her cheek pressed into the curl of knuckles that made a loose fist when her elbow rest on the top of the bar. "I get back to Vegas when I can, but there is a lot that keeps me busy so it isn't as often as I like." Not to mention when she was there she always ran the risk of running in to people that just didn't need to be a part of her life now. She lifted her head and moved so that her chin rest on the top of her fist instead. "So why Seattle?" Alex Vipond: "Vegas. I was there in December, for the the week end, right before Christmas." Alex smiled at the memory. "As for Seattle, well..." he smirked, "the oh so sunny weather was the draw." Taking a sip of his drink, he shook his head and then set the glass back down. "There are four places in the US where music flows like wine." he nodded. "New York, Nashville, Los Angeles and ..." he smiled, a tip of his head given, "Seattle. After the troubles with the labels, I decided a change of venue was in order. Sort of a spiritual licking of wounds if you will." KrystalFlake: "You should have stayed till New Years... It's an amazing sight when they set off the fireworks from one end of the strip to the other." Then again she loved the city so she probably would have found something great about it no matter what. "Seattle and Nashville are so low key in comparison to the other two." She thought about the weather commet and smirked." Yes the sunshine in this city is just to die for. I am pretty sure I am losing my tan already." Laughing she pushed away the half eaten food. She wasn't much for eating when she was hungry of another kind and well it had distracted her real appetite well enough. "Sounds like you have some good momentum." Alex Vipond: "We couldn't stay, we had to get back home for Christmas an I had to explain to Meghan's father why I had dragged her off to Vegas to get married, a month before our wedding." He chuckled. "It was an interesting conversation. And there's a tanning salon I can recommend, thy do both bed tanning and the spray on kind." He nodded. "A friend of mine goes there all the time." He contemplated her last statement and then nodded again. "Yeah. Seems almost surreal how fast this has all come." Fast. After years of hold ups. KrystalFlake: "I'm a sunshine kind of girl so I will have to catch as much of it as I can. If not I am going to have to get desparate and take you up on the tanning salon." She smiled and waved to Nate to get him to close out her tab. "Must have been a good reason to push up a wedding by a month. Just couldn't wait had to have that piece of paper or what?" Alex Vipond: "Something like that. We still had the wedding in January, but yeah. When you finally find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want to start doing so as soon as possible." And there was a dick chasing her, but that was another story, all together. KrystalFlake: "I have relationship PTSD." She nodded matter of factly to that. "I have a girlfriend, but if we are serious neither of us knows it." She laughed and thought about Arianna for a moment. Yeah that wasn't going to be a forever situation. At least Krystal didn't think so. Grated she loved the sex and it was good company, but she just didn't have that feeling of forever in her heart. Any time she'd thought she was close it ended up a train wreck so she was not even going to entertain the idea of being serious with anyone. "I'm also allergic to monogamy so that tends to be an issue." She was serious about that one. No joke. She would die if she had to sleep with the same person all the time. Literally. No one person could sustain a succubus as far as she'd ever seen. Alex Vipond: "I feel you. I think I am the king of hellish exes." Alea. Enough said. He drained his glass and waved off Nate's offer of another. He had to get home, sooner or later. "Well there is that." he chuckled. "I have an ex who had that problem. It wasn't so much that she couldn't be faithful, she just couldn't be faithful to me. I was the fun time guy. The one that had the car she liked and the black Amex she loved to shop with." He shrugged. "She started seeing this other guy, and last I heard they were married with two point five kids." KrystalFlake: Krystal rubbed her chin against the fist it was resting on. "I can't even call them exes. More like a string of bad decisions that I thought would pan out." One corner of her mouth quirked up as she thought about it. Yeah so much for true love. "I don't have much of a choice... but well can't help addictions right?" She was laughing it off, but well when you had to feed there just wasn't a choice in the matter. "So when did you want to shoot for me taking a look at that studio of your's?" Alex Vipond: "It's good mine didn't pan out, because I would have been tangled up with God knows what when I met Meghan. And that..." He smiled. "That would have been a tragedy." H gave a chuckle at the addiction comment. "That we do. I have two. Meghan and Music." When she asked about the studio, he shrugged. "This week end good for you?" KrystalFlake: "That works for me. Just give me a call and I can meet you down there." She turned and slid herself off the stool. "Women and music aren't bad addictions to have." She gave him a wink with a grin. "It's been great talking to you Alex. I look forward to working with you." She offered out her hand again to him. "And making friends in the process." Alex Vipond: "It has, and me too." he smiled, taking her hand in his almost warm one. Booze he had found, helped regulate his body temp. Odd. The one thing most avoided for fear of gaining a drinking problem, he embraced to appear more 'normal'. "Friends are always good." KrystalFlake: Her hand was considerably warmer than her own, a body temperature that ran hotter than a human it was kind of unavoidable. When her hand clasped his she just gave a little warm pulse against the palm. Nothing that was intrusive, it was about the equivilant of a fist bump from someone like her. "Have a good night, Alex. Look forward to meeting Meghan too. I'm going to get some real dinner." And she wasn't going to do that in a place that she frequented. She released his hand and pulled a hair tie off her wrist, giving him a wink as she walked away. Krystal was pulling her hair up in a ponytail and it was swaying with her walk and putting that ink out for the conversation piece she wanted it to be where she was going. Alex Vipond: The gesture was felt and a smirk was given at her quip about dinner. "We'll all have to get together soon." he chuckled as he watched her walk away and had no doubt that someone would be very happily weakened before the night was out.
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Post by Alex Vipond on May 30, 2013 19:47:53 GMT -8
Down Hells Trail: --Since the conference a few days ago, the story of Eleventh Hour had been all over the news. Every local and national news outlet was on the case now. Fox News turned it into a condemnation of the current administration, while CNN played up the human angle of it, and sensationalized things- just like they all figured was going to happen. The local news was more concerned with the band's immediate plans and their whereabouts. And they were going to know where the band was holed up. The pair of wolves were asked to meet Alex at the pool hall, and used an pretty common Ford Explorer. The SUV was slightly beat up, but they didnt want to be seen in anything flashy to draw attention. John and Sed made it to the hall undetected this evening as they headed inside together. it was quite weird to be back out in public. Obviously, that didnt change John's apperance; black jeans and a grey tshirt, with his weathered looking leather jacket was his look for the everything. Some things were never going to change-- (d)
DeviI Red: Sed was walking in ahead of him, backwards, waiting for him to pass before tossing what was left of her smoke into the street before the door shut behind both of them. "Tell me again why we can't go back and get the Bullet?" The redhead didn't bitch much, but now that they were back in the city, she wanted her damn car back. With a swipe of her hand, she swept the waves of red back, out of her face, tucking some of the arrant strands behind an ear for as long as they would behave--much like the woman they belonged to, they had a mind of their own. Once they were inside, she turned back around and eyeballed the place--it was the first time she'd ever been there and she wasn't even sure it had existed before they hit the road. Coming up behind John, she slid her arms around him, smiling as she bit into his leather-wrapped arm, giving it tug and growl. Dressed in jeans that fell down over the biker boots she wore and a black tee layered over a charcoal thermal, she was comfortable, her own leather left in the SUV so she wouldn't have to lug it around. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John and Sed were having a debate over the "Bullet", Sed's biggest car prize. It had been a few months since she drove it, and the car was safe and doing just fine- Jake had gone over periodically to cover it and bury it in the garage. But as John and Sed pondered it, John's response to her hankering to grab the car was explained like this-- "We can't go back there yet. The media is all over that place, with all the flowers and shit all there. They would be just waiting for us if we went there. Give it 3-4 more days and some new story will take up their time. We'll drive around in the shitbox Explorer for a few days more." --He chuckled as she curled up with him as they came intothe pool hall, glancing around and asking Sed-- "Where's your vamp friend at? Wasn't he supposed to meet us here?" --John was a little curious where Alex had gone to, and it was just an eerie feeling. Hopefully, this wasn't anotherambush. He remembered the way he was taken and it seemed a lot like this, but John tried to keep his composure even though he was a bit nervous-- (d)
DeviI Red: "My vamp friend..." she grinned, coming around the front of him and hopping up on the edge of one of the pool tables, pulling him to her. "...has a name," she continued. "It's Alex." She winked at him. They'd met briefly the other night at the conference, but that was hardly a place for anyone to get to know each other, not with all of them wanting out in the worst possible way. "He'll be here," she nodded, pulling on the edges of his jacket, the scent of leather and him, two of her favorites, filling her senses. The only thing missing was gasoline. "I'm about ready to call Mars and have him tow the damn thing to us at the hotel." She had him back, and once she had the Camaro, all would be right in their world, as far as she was concerned. She knew he was on edge, she could sense it, but she was doing her best to keep it to a minimum. "Want a drink?" She looked from him to the bar, spying Nathan working behind it, no doubt keeping them in his peripheral -- just in case. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John shook his head at the idea of Mars going to get the car for them as he explained-- "You dont think the news wont pick up on that, and follow the car back to the hotel. These people are parasites Sed , they'll do anything for a story. But the people they do the stories on are worse most of the time. There was a German reporter who was human and got thrown into the mess at the compound. Bombshell reporter turned sex slave in about 2 hours, dead 3 weeks later. They are just toxic, and try to make everything else toxic in the meantime." --John shook his head, bringing up his paranoid and painful memories of his captivity. He shook his head, saying-- "Sorry Red, shit just comes out sometimes." --he'd pause for a moment before discuss Alex and a drink as he finished up by saying to her-- "Yeah, a Guiness would be great. Thanks darlin'. As for Alex, if Jake can do for us what he did for Alex, then it'll be icing on the cake to this story." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex had left the studio after his impromptu jam session, and now was heading for a meeting with Sed and her man. As he started past the pool hall, he tapped the brakes and whipped the Benz in; he had at least two people flip him off, and one called him a pretentious ass. People see him rolling, they be hating... Okay so he doesn't do thug well. Pulling into a space, he slid out, rolling that gum around in his mouth as he looked around before swinging the door shut. Walking away, he hit the fob and set the alarm, taking one last glance around before pulling the door open and stepping inside. Alex didn't recognize the Explorer, and when he walked in, folding that stick of Doublemint between his teeth, he let his eyes wander over the place, before he spotted Sed and John. Moving toward them, he rolled that piece of gum around his mouth, the wallet chain hanging from his jeans swaying in time with his steps. When the distance was closed, he gave them a nod up. "Hey."
DeviI Red: "See?" She nudged John's leg gently with her knee, smiling from him to Alex as he entered, calling out to them as he did so. "Hey," she replied, with a nod up, about to slither down from her perch and head over to the bar in search of a couple beers. Since she knew her mate was right about the car, she didn't push the conversation any further, but she still missed it. The Explorer wasn't bad, but the Camaro was her second love, John being the first. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --As John saw Alex make his way into plain view, he nodded to Sed as he laughed, saying-- "Good. Didnt want things to be an ambush. And hello Alex..." --John and Sed were about to get their beers as he also made his way over towards the bar. As John's nerves began to calm down a bit, he glanced over at Sed and gave her one of those shit eating smirks. The towering man leaned back against the bar and saw Alex, and decided to thank him by saying-- "By the way, we appreciate you and Jake helping us out with a place to stay until we can get back into the house in a few days. We just dont want to wake up with a camera lightbulb up our ass, ya know?" -- (d)
DeviI Red: Sed ordered a Guinness for him and a Corona for herself, arching a brow at Alex to see what he wanted, if anything at all. That smirk of John's earned him one right back, the redhead just shaking her head as she did so. "Now if I could just have the Bullet back...." Okies, so she was being more like a dog with a bone, but she ducked out of the way before John could reach her. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Yeah that's never fun." He nodded, wandering after them to take up lean against the bar, a nod given Nate. "Glenmorangie, neat." He looked back at John. "So what do you guys plan on doing from here, bandwise? I can imagine you would be kind of eager to get back to it, and shell shocked at once." Alex looked over at Sed and gave a shrug. "I can get it for you, if you're willing to let me handle your baby."
Down Hells Trail: --He shook his head at Sed's persistance earlier as he just said to her-- "Sed, relax. We'll get it in a few days." --But then Alex offered to go and get the car, in which John shook his head-- "Thanks, but we can wait. They'll start following you too, something I dont want." --As the beer was given, John took a swig and knew it was great to just have the feeling to get drunk- if he wanted, but wouldnt tonight. Alex posed an interesting question about getting back on the road and other plans. As he looked to Sed, he turned to John, saying-- "I think we want to release the album this summer, probably later in the summer. Sed and I really want to get back on the road, and make up for lost time, in more ways than one..." -- (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex shrugged. He could handle any who tried to follow, but it wasn't his decision and he wasn't going to get into the middle of it. Alex paused before speaking, weighing his words carefully. "Make sure you take time for yourselves. Both separately and together. Take care of yourselves and all the rest will fall into place, on its own."
DeviI Red: She just eyed him from where she stood, those blue eyes boring into him as he told Alex that they'd wait a few more days. Yeah, it looked like the couple might have words later. For now, she just bit her tongue and took a swig of the beer, the conversation miraculously shifting to something they all agreed on and that would be the band and music. "Jake had mentioned releasing it and doing a few shows--nothing big." Shoving off the edge of the bar, she walked over to them, sinking into her mate's side--she obviously wasn't that mad at him, especially when he started talking about making up for what they'd missed out on. Looking from him to Alex, she nodded, agreeing. "We are." Or they were starting to. "How's Meghan?" she asked. It had been awhile since she'd seen the woman and realizing John would have no idea who that was, she cracked a smile and looked up at him. "That's his wife." -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex's phone rang and he pulled it from his hip pocket, eyeing it a moment, then looking at the other two. "I'm gonna have to take this...." He took the call and wandered toward the door as he spoke to the person on the other end.
Down Hells Trail: --John wasnt afraid to confront Sed about the car idea. He knew picking up the car was going to cause a media firestorm, and that was something he desperately trying to avoid. As much as Sed didnt know it, he was protecting her in essence as he sipped on his beer a bit more. Upon hearing the comment about tour dates and such, he nodded as he said-- "We just want to get out there and feel that rush again. It doesnt matter how many shows we do at first, just as long as we're doing it." --He heard the comment about Meghan, having not met her at this point and just nodded in acknowledgment. As Alex ran off to take a call, he smirked to Sed, saying-- "You're not gonna be happy til we get the Bullet, arent ya?" -- (d)
DeviI Red: She watched as Alex walked away, taking a call. "I'm happy," she grinned, giving him a little bump with her hip. "I'll just be happier when we do," she nodded, snickering softly as she gripped the collar of the leather jacket and pulled him down to her so she could kiss him. "It'll be fine, though," she nodded, smirking a little because she was thinking something that she didn't voice right away. "You'll just have to let me ride you, instead." It was said under her breath, from behind the Corona bottle, before tipping it back for a mouthful, those eyes of hers lit up deviously as she watched his reaction, giving him a little "just sayin" shrug. Hey, if there was ever a way to take her mind off something, it was that. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --He saw her reaction to his comment, and knew she was content for now, but figure this situation was going to come up again sooner rather than later. He smirked, saying-- "Better be fine. Especially if you get to ride me later. I hope you wouldnt complain about that, shit!" --he laughed as they sipped on their beers and waited for Alex to come back, as he did ask her-- "You know, we never discussed how much we wanted to be on the road. What are you thinking about that? Because I'm just not sure on how the band dynamic really is now. I'm just basing it on how we used to do this, so just let me know how you want to do this." -- (d)
DeviI Red: When he said 'if' her brows shot up and her eyes widened. "If? If?!" She would place a hand over her heart, as if he'd mortally wounded her, but then smacked him in the gut with it immediately after, muttering, "I'll give you, if." The wolf wasn't going to know what hit him when they got back to the hotel. "Well, I think it's safe to say I'm in no hurry to go overseas anymore." She snickered when she said it, but there was a bit of truth to her words, with good reason. "But I think we owe it to ourselves to see where the album and a few random shows goes." Reaching for his hand, she slipped her fingers through his larger ones. "If it doesn't feel right, then it doesn't feel right, but at least we'll have given it a shot." What they would do if it didn't work out, Sed didn't know, but it was something they might want to start considering, just in case. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --"If", that one word was going to get a slap to the gut from his tattooed lover. He laughed and glanced at her, saying-- "You know you're gonna get it. I just like to see what sort of rise I can get out of you. My old ways still work..." --John gave her the same nudge she gave him a few moments before. He hoped that his wife rode him until he physically couldnt go on anymore- that was the point! As the conversation shifted to what they wanted to do on tour, he said-- "I forget who said it, but I liked the idea of going to 4-5 different cities, and doing 3-4 nights in a row there. Make people come to us. Then maybe later, we do the whole country thing. Maybe even Canada, that's if you and Eddie are cleared to go there." --he smirked, remembering how Eddie took a drunken shit outside the police headquarters- he was probably blacklisted from Toronto now-- (d)
DeviI Red: "Hey," she cracked up, about spitting out her beer when he brought up both their records. "In his defense, we ate Indian food that night," she snickered, shaking her head. As for her....well, she wasn't going to get into her temper. It was why he liked pushing her buttons, not to mention, it always landed them in bed...or wherever they wanted, didn't really matter. "I like that idea, too," she nodded, leaning into him after he bumped her back, making her smile. Yeah, she wasn't too worried about the car anymore. For now. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John just laughed when hearing about the Indian food, saying about Eddie-- "Ah bullshit, Eddie just cant handle his liquor, and his curry intake. But it's Canada, they probably would have given us a 50 dollar ticket and told us to have a nice day. There's fuckin Canada for ya..." --He knew Canadians were nice people, too nice for him sometimes. But he'd continue by saying-- "You wanna bring Jake in on this, to figure out which cities we'll hit first. But yeah, I'm in total agreement about not going to Europe. Perhaps ever again. Too many bad memories now." --he nodded as he wanted to change that topic as soon as possible, as John would go back to the record question-- "So, what other cities do I gotta worry about you guys in?" -- (d)
NightotheAngel: It was obvious where she had been. She had to get some things in shipping straightened out. Then one of the mechanics went home sick. She was dressed in work boots and cover alls and a red bandana in her hair. Holding her hair back. Her hands were still slightly covered in grease and oil even though she had washed them. Before making her way to the bar.::"Coke.":: right now she could have used the caffeine. She was glad the day was over. Grabbing a five from a pocket as she asked for change. In case she wanted to play pool. Although the only thing she wanted was off her feet.::
DeviI Red: Sed was snickering softly as John went on about Eddie, and she didn't even try to stand up for the drummer any more than she had because she knew her mate was right. "I know I want New Orleans to be a stop." It was about time they went back there. "Darrell needs to finish some of this ink." John would know what ones she was talking about, he knew the canvas intimately. Like him, she let kept all talk of Europe to a minimum. There was no greater buzzkill at the moment, and she didn't want to kill the good mood they had going on, even if they almost got into a fight over the Camaro. "Jake would definitely be the one to bring into this. The man knows how to work the dates around...us." What she meant was the full moons. Beyond John, she would see the door open and Kaly would enter, getting a nod and smile from the redhead as she watched her go belly up to the bar, ordering what she wanted. She looked exhausted again and Sed couldn't help but wonder why--when she was that age she had all the energy in the world! "Every thing okay?" The question was geared toward the other she-wolf, Sed's head cant. For as often as she had claimed she'd be horrible if she ever had a daughter, she wished she could clone the kid sitting across from them. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --John liked the New Orleans idea, as he commented on it-- "Yeah, we've got protection there. New Orleans would be a good place. Also thinking about here in Seattle, maybe LA, and somewhere on the east coast that isn't New York. We'll figure it out." --When John heard that Jake scheduled the dates around "us", he perked a brow and said-- "Really? No one ever did that before. That's good. But you never answered my question about other cities we may want to avoid..." --it was at that point when he saw Kaly plop down on the bartop and ordered some coke. Being the smart ass he was, he patted his pockets and laughed, firing back-- "Coke? Way too expensive.... I'm not turning you into a drug addict." --John smirked and hoped Kaly was gonna be all right-- (d)
Dylan Zane King: Had been a while since he'd been in Seattle. Military was like that. Hair had been shaven down to an almost bald cut (Army issued), oversized green tote thrown over his shoulder, leather jacket over a T-shirt, jeans and battle bootsstill fresh from the Oklahoma debris clean up. He had to get back to some familiar scents even if they weren't of the feline nature. Comin' into the pool hall, it'd been three months exactly. He'd give a once over to the pool tables, a nod to those around - especially to the moon based - and then he went to the counter. He sat a few seats down from Kaly and then licked his tongue out at her. He grinned. It'd been along time since he saw her. "How you been?" just glad to talk to anyone that didn't speak militar-rese. Not that it was bad, it was needed down time.
NightotheAngel: "Just been trying to handle things at the shop. We were down a mechanic and then had some paper work problems. Just been trying to help out. Leland has been busy helping with Abby. I havent heard much about that. And Mars is busy... Mid way through talking when she seen Elvis she just about jumped off her stool as she moved over to him. She didnt mean to ignore John. But, it was nice to see a familiar face. ::"You know you could leave an address so I can at least write you":: Punched him in the arm loosely a bit. Before hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. ::"Elvis your a sight for tired and sore eyes."::
DeviI Red: "Mmmm..." her blue eyes lifted to him, looking a little sheepish as she offered up another city that they might need to avoid. "Detroit. Jake smoothed things out, but I'm thinking the cops there might not be too happy with me." What could she say? She wasn't an angel, nor was she going to try and be. Just wasn't who she was. When John teased Kaly, the redhead chuckled, but before the girl could say anything, someone else walked in and had her attention. Sed had no idea who he was, she'd never seen him before, but he seemed relatively harmless with the way he knew Kaly. "I think I should send Mars and text and tell him there are child labor laws," she snickered, obviously joking, but John had her talking about the band again in no time. She nodded when he asked about Jake really scheduling things for them the way they should be. "That's because no one ever knew," she chuckled softly. Not only that, she didn't think there were many band managers out there willing to take on a pack of werewolves. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --Ah, that place. Shows were always rough there, and he wasn't surprised that the band ran into problems in that town. He'd say-- "There was that shit hole venue on the east side, some gang member got into a fight with a wolf, and the gang guy tinkled when he saw the wolf's eyes. But wow, I'm just surprised and slightly disappointed that Robocop isnt patrolling the streets there. But yeah, we can stay out of there." --he chuckled as glanced at Kaly, commenting-- "You really need to get to a real bed, or at least a couch. You're beat." --Like Sed, if that was John's form of parenting, extending the bloodline may be a low priority for them. As he nodded to the man who made his way in, he turned back to Sed and listened to her, and an idea popped in his head, saying-- "You dont have any problems in Philly, do you? I remember some really good places to play there." -- (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: Cartwheel.. back flip back flip summer sault twilah twilah... jumps up and jazz hands! " Ta Da! " Yeah so she had a visit to the artificial sunroom today.. sue her... she had waaay too much energy. But hey fuckers Dez was alive.. and BACK. After her little Mary Lou Retton floor show she walked over to Sed and leaned in and planted a great big old sloppy one on her cheek and hugged her up nice and tight looking at the others with a smile. " Evening kids... Life is good yes? " Another smootch on her cheek and she just leaned on her side with an arm wrapped around her shoulder like she owned the she-wolf.. but we all knew better. -d
Dylan Zane King: He had forgotten about punches and hugs and affection, surprised him then fell into it with the wolf. He rubbed his arm, feigning pain at the punch, then hugged her with a wide boyish grin. "When the Army says go, I literally have to go." It was the truth. The military was like that when disasters happened. "I came back to Seattle. See? I'm here." He messed her hair on purpose just to tease her. He sat down with her and saw she ordered a soda. He put down a ten and got one himself. Did they serve anything else besides sodas? He had an appetite. "I see you've been working," talking to Kaly and her current 'look'.
DeviI Red: Sed was talking, but the sudden burst of energy that entered the place gave her reason to pause, her brow arching because even as a blur, Sed would recognize the brunette anywhere. "Holy shi--" And before she could finish, the chick was planting one on her, like a Saint Bernard, but much prettier. "Hey stranger," she snickered, looking from her to John, about to introduce the woman to him before porn music started playing in his head and he wondered just what else she might've been up to...or into....while he was gone. "John, this is Dezzy," she said, gesturing to the woman that was draped around her. "Dezzy," she grinned, grabbing her ass playfully from behind. "This is John. My husband." -d-
NightotheAngel: She nods as she listens to him as she looked toward John and Sed briefly.::"I will be okay. Just have to get used to days like this. My whole summer wont be like this. Dont worry. Little caffeine and Im good to go.":: She smiles a bit as she was happy to see Elvis. It was nice to see a familiar face. ::"Yeah kind of been working at the shop. Both office and on the cars. I think so. Order what you want."::
Alex Vipond: Alex finished his phone call and wandered back in. Supply issues, couldn't be avoided. Things would, however, be straightened out. The place had filled up in his absence and he wandered back toward the bar and his hopefully waiting scotch. Sed would have made sure no one ruffied him, right?
DeviI Red: Of course!
Down Hells Trail: --John perked that brow once more as he saw the brunette making a sprint towards Sed, and almost jumped in to stop by. But John was the one to be surprised as she planted a kiss upon Sed's cheek. He smirked, just glancing at the two and saying-- "Well, isnt this a turn of developments. Nice to meet you Dezzy..." --John gave Sed that gave of mischief, but to his defense- he didnt know if these two had ever been together of not. But he'd be polite, and take a swig of his beer and all sorts of naughty ideas running through his head at the moment. As he turned back to Alex, the large muscular wolf asked Alex-- "Let me get your take on this as well Alex. We're deciding on four cities to do multiple dates in, and New York & Detroit are out for various reasons. What four cities would you pick?" --he took a quick gaze at the two women, letting them chat a bit since it had been a while-- (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: She squeeked as the ass grab and wiggled it in her palm a little and smiled reaching her hand that was not wrapped around his woman to shake. " Its bloody nice to meetcha boy-o! " she shook with the strength of a dude and pulled her hand back snuggling some more with his woman. She always smelled good. Anyway.. she had her nose burried in her hair when Alex came out from the back and she wiggled her fingers his way. " Boss Man! " Blows a smootch his way as well and salutes the kid and the dude called Elvis in greetings. –d
Dylan Zane King: Elvis nodded to the brunette and Alex. He ordered just a soda. He was on his way back to his place to settle down and melt into his arm chair for a few days and chill with a meal somewhere in between it. "Kaly how's school been?" Wasn't it close to the summer and she'd have the summer free? "And friends?" He knew she kinda had a lack of them and hoped she was trying to find and make them. She was a different kinda girl and recognized she needed company. He was hopeful she'd found some in these few months he was gone.
DeviI Red: At first, Sed thought he was asking Alex his take on the two women and she was just about to smack him in the gut again when he mentioned the cities instead. Dezzy's squeek and wiggle had the redhead laughing, and she spanked her once as she started nuzzling into her hair--hey, it tickled! "Philadelphia sounds good to me, babe," she nodded, hip-checking the chick attached to her, chuckling as she turned to her and asked, "How's it going?" -d-
Down Hells Trail: --The big man saw just how animated Dezzy was, and chuckled as she made the comment after shaking hands. This one...wow- he was gonna have to ask Sed about her now, wasn't he? But he didnt mind that Sed made a new friend, and watched Kaly and the other guy talk, just letting them do their thing. But his attention moved back to the two women in front of him, nodding to the Philly comment before leaning back on the bartop as the two of them had probably their first conversation in a while-- (d)
Dylan Zane King: He figured Kaly went to the ladies' room or something as he settled into the Sprite that he ordered. He overheard the words 'Philadelphia' and instantly was listening. It was his hometown. Were they going there or something? He just listened on.
Alex Vipond: Dezzy was like a tornado. She blew in and stirred everything up. She was one of those that was always in motion and Alex grinned at her. Spotting Elvis, he gave him a nod up, as he picked up his scotch. "So, what'd I miss?" A lot, apparently.
DeviI Red: Oh, Sed was sure the entire trip back to the hotel would be filled with questions about the brunette beside her, and she'd answer honestly, but for now she was letting his imagination get the best of him, smirking any time she cast him a knowing little glance any time she felt his gaze on them. Hey, if he could get a rise out of her, she could return the favor, no? Granted, it was a different 'rise', but still. As Alex and John talked, Sed would peel herself away from Dezzy and her mate, in search of a pen. It had her seeking out Nate's help, the redhead asking the bartender if he had any available, and when he produced one, she winked and went about the task of writing her new cell phone number along her friend's forearm. She and John were going to have to be heading out soon, but she wanted to keep in touch and she thought the big, bold numbers on her skin would do the trick. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --With everybody roaming around, John was going to have to get caught up to speed and who's who in Seattle these days. One thing he was learning was that he was out of the loop on certain things, and only after time, would things seem normal for him once again. He glanced over to Dezzy as he said-- "I'm sure we'll all be seeing each again pretty soon. But Sed and I..." --as soon as she got back from using the pen, he patted her thigh while saying to her-- "About ready to head back to the hideout spot?" --yes, he was making the hotel they were staying at sound like some secret fortress, but it was the farthest things from the truth. He'd also look to Alex, asking him-- "And if you dont mind, we'll talk with you and Jake next week about tour ideas." --it wasnt every day he trusted a vampire, but Alex hadn't given him a reason to do anything. But his gaze locked on his lover, ready whenever she was ready-- (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: " So I went to Tasmania.. that was a fucking riot right? So this archeologist said he found the remains of me Da in the same mound they burried fucking King God Damned Arthur im while I was there. SO I went to bloody England.. " Spits to the side " And in the coming months they are going to do a dig to see who else is fucking burried there. " There she got her piece out and looked down at her arm to eyeball the dgits. " I just met you.. and this is crazy.. so I got your number Ill call you maybe.. " Doing the Night at the Roxbury head bob thing. –d
Alex Vipond: "Miami, Chicago, Dallas and LA." He looked at John, and then back to the girls a moment, a smirk settling, before he looked back at John. "I'm just the talent, I don't know for managing."
DezzyGotDizzy: " wait.. you guys are leavin? I just bloody got home mate. " Eyeballs tall dark and wolfie over there with a poutie lower lip and bats dark lashed blue eyes at him. –d
DeviI Red: "As well as New Orleans and Philly," she chimed in, hearing Alex, his smirk earning him a brief bird, simply because she knew he wouldn't be offended. Giving the woman a peck, she about peed herself over the pout, wondering how John would react to it as she never pulled that with him, which he probably appreciated. "We'll be back, promise." Leaving Dezzy where she was, she would walk over to Alex and give him a hug, letting him know she was kidding....just incase. "You know more than you let on," she smiled, suggesting he shouldn't sell himself short. "Ready, babe?" She was sinking her hand into his, fingers lacing through his own, waiting to see if he was ready to go. -d-
Down Hells Trail: --This one was just this crazy ball of energy that he was completed not used to. It made him smile more than anything, and then almost broke up laughing as he heard that one song they always played in his head. But he nodded to them as he said-- "It was good to meet you all tonight. Thanks for not calling the cameramen or anything..." --he was most appreciative about that. Things seemed quiet as he nodded in response to Sed's question. His large hand slid to the small of her back as he glanced at what Dezzy said and laughed a bit as they headed out. As they headed out, John could be heard saying-- "And she's quite...interesting." -- (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: " The big Easy.. I looove 'Nawlin's. Last time I had real sex not mindfucked by a vampire into doing it.. was in 'Nawlins turn of the century.. " wistful happy stare off into the ether as she smiled half kookie eyed. -d
Alex Vipond: "Down, girl, down...." Alex smirked. "So what the hell is wrong with England?" He looked at Sed. "Definitely Nawlins." The hug was returned, and yeah he held onto her a little longer than needed. "Damned glad you're back." When she stepped away, he sidestepped and offered his hand out to John. "Just in case no one else thought to say it... welcome home." And then he was giving Dezzy a double take. "I so did not need to know that...."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jun 6, 2013 8:37:10 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex rolled into the lot, parking the Benz well away from the potential for harm, and once he slid out, he took a moment to study the area. Taking it in as he stepped away, his shades were shoved up on top of his head. The weather was fine, the afternoon sun peeking from the clouds from time to time lending warmth to the day. Pulling the door open, he gave one last look around before he walked in, looking every bit the rocker. He was sorely tempted to yank the dust cover off the baby resting in the garage tomorrow. Taking up a lean against the bar, he nodded to Nate, ordered a scotch, and then looked around the room to the other patrons scattered about the place.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren did the same with her Charger, it was no Mercedes but the damn thing had already been cracked a couple times since she had been back in Seattle. But now that things were settling down and her head was back on straight, she decided that she needed a little fun and something to take an edge off. And couldn't help grinning when she walked in and recognized the driver of the Mercedes right away. "Alex, how the hell are ya?" she called out, ordering herself a double shot of Patron just because it was the drink she was most partial to. :::
Alex Vipond: "Bren, how is my favorite ink artist?" He grinned at her, pushing from his lean to give her a hug and a kiss to her cheek in greeting, before leaning back against the bar. It could have been worse, he could have gotten both cheeks. Some habits died hard, slow deaths. He immediately shucked his jacket off and lifted the sleeve of his t-shirt to show her how well the ink was looking. Not that she'd not seen it at the time, and really it was, by and large, healed by the time he walked out, but she'd busted her ass on it and he wanted her to know how much he appreciated it, even if he did grit his teeth through a good portion of it.
InkedPr1ncess: "Your favorite ink artist is actually getting out of the house today and doing something...unworklike. How's the coolest musician in Seattle?" She returned the kiss to the cheek, it was always good proof that the wolves and vampires could fare nicely together. She gave a big thumbs up to his tattoo, both of the ones that she had done for him had turned out amazing. "Looks good but I guess I'm biased, right? I'd say that artist kicks all kinds of ass." :::
Alex Vipond: "I would have to agree." He smirked. "I'm kind of proud of that, and the ink slinger is the best as far as I am concerned." He took up his glass and took a sip of the amber from within, then settled it back onto the bar. Didn't matter if he drank one or twenty, his allergy was gone. When it had gone, he wasn't sure, and likely would never know. "So anything new and exciting on the horizon?" Alex asked as he watched a pair of customers over at the tables, cut each other down in good fun as to the pool playing ability of each.
InkedPr1ncess: "Don't I wish? I think that I should be destined to be the single girl forever. pathetic, Alex, I'm almost thirty and I got nothing except my work. And some cool ass friends." Big props to him and his wife, she adored them both and had since the first time she had met them. She glanced over at some of the players and then nodded to him. "You wanna play a game? I'm no pool shark but i could probably take some of that money off your hands if you want me to." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex laughed. "I think I will let you try." He motioned to the tender to get them another round as he pushed from his lean and moved across the room to an open table. "I'll even let you break...." He smiled as he settled his jacket over the back of a chair, glass set to the high table alongside the wall, before he moved to find a cue stick.
InkedPr1ncess: "Hmm, seem pretty confident there, sir. You wanna place a wager? I'd hate for the lady to embarass you." Her own attire was no more classy than his own, typical cargos and a Marilyn Manson t-shirt with her Docs. She was comfortable though, and that was all that mattered. "I'm thinking of redoing the party idea that I had before my vacation. Think you and Meghan would like to come?" she asked, grabbing a stick and testing it out before she decided to use that one. ::::
Alex Vipond: "I am and hell yeah." He smirked, cue in hand before he moved back to the table and racked the balls. Once he pulled the triangle away, he stepped back, hung it back up and took up a lean nearby, hands resting on his cue, the butt of it between those size twelve sneaker clad feet he had a penchant for comparing to a certain clown's.
InkedPr1ncess: "Hmm, what's the wager? We could be like the street racers and bet car for car. I think that beast you have out there is probably your baby, right?" The girl had a BMW sitting at home that was very nice on it's own, but not quite as showman-like as Alex's car. "Just like a guy, always wanting the ladies to break the balls," she joked, taking her stance and with a swift motion of the cue, broke up the balls but it was obvious she was just a little rusty because she hadn't played in a while. :::
Alex Vipond: "I don't play for pinks, but I will tell you what..." He regarded her, lips curving upward. "I will give you the value of the car, to your favorite charity, if you win." He nodded, then picked up his glass, taking a drink of it, just as the waitress brought their next round over. "Come on...." He chuckled at her. "You gotta do better than that."
InkedPr1ncess: She had to shake her head, it was pathetic really, she'd been decent enough at pool considering how many guys she worked with. She thanked the waitress, took just a sip from the glass and flexed her fingers. "I'm not sure I even want to know how much you spent on that car. Probably more than both of mine put together and the garage they stay in." When she was up again, she managed to sink one of her solids in the upper right pocket but that was as lucky as she could get the first real try. :::
Target of Knives: A battered blue Camry station wagon painted with all the marshmallow shapes from the breakfast cereal pulls into a parking space. Climbing out, Rachel runs her fingers through her blonde hair, then strolls inside. A pale blue t-shirt with a bunny on the front that reads, 'Smoking. Just pay for the lung disease and keep the yellow teeth as a free gift.' is teamed with a pair of comfortably worn jeans and battered sneakers. Spotting Brenley, she grins and heads over to her. "Hi. Nice to see you again." -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex moved to line up on the ten, which he sent smoothly into the corner. Looking at the woman as she approached, he smiled and nodded. "Hi," was offered in greeting before he lined up on that thirteen and dropped it into the side. He missed the shot on the fourteen and moved back to his drink.
InkedPr1ncess: "Hey, good to see you too. How's tricks, girlie? You don't wanna know all about Alex's tricks," she joked, giving a nod to the girl she hadn't seen in a while. Just a grin on her face, she managed to sink a couple in a row but she couldn't keep up much of a defense and then when she missed the third, she grabbed up her own drink. Too many of those and she'd be floating home, but it was damn good tequila. :::
Target of Knives: She chuckled. "That's alright. I have enough tricks of my own to practice. I don't need to know about his." She ordered a cranberry juice and ginger ale from a passing waitress and perched on a nearby seat to watch game where she wouldn't be in the way. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Sure? I got this killer trick, but it takes a live pigeon and a handkerchief...." He looked between them, gum rolled around to the other side of his mouth. "Alrighty then..." And he leaned over the table, sunk the fourteen that he'd missed earlier and lined up on the eleven, dropping it into the corner. The fifteen followed, and then he was eyeballing the nine, that he had no shot on, but he did manage to break the solids up a bit before moving back to his drink.
InkedPr1ncess: "You are a crafty man, Alex, it's almost going to be a shame to have to embarass you. But you never said what you wanted if you won. I don't do maid work, if you and your awesome wife need your house cleaned you're out of luck." She had to look at the table for a minute, sizing it up to see if she had any chance and all she could do was sink one ball before she was distracted by someone calling another man a horse's ass. "Seriously," she mumbled, she could definitely get ahead of herself sometime. "Rachel, how are ya? Things going good?" ::::
Target of Knives: "Yes, I'm sure. My tricks mostly involve knives. Have to be careful practicing those, you know. I'm Rachel. Nice to meet you." Her drink arrived and she paid for it with bills taken from her jeans pocket. She took a sip, then smiled, brown eyes watching the table. "Things are going alright. Some days better than other. The usual. Yourself?" -d-
Alex Vipond: "If I win, you have bathe Gus." Was he sadistic? Not really, but bathing Gus would be, or could be, an all day task. Alex gaze wandered to the other table, a chuckle given, before he looked back at the girls, hand offered out to Rachel. "Alex. Pleasure to meet you."
InkedPr1ncess: She sank a ball pretty easy but she gave him one of those are you serious looks before she took her next shot. "Uh...you know that dog is like the size of a Clydesdale, right? I think you're getting off easier than me. But I'll take that bet." What the hell, she could be a glutton for punishment sometimes and it was only once. The next ball was sank with relative ease but after that she was back to bouncing them off the other balls. :::
Target of Knives: The offered hand was shaken briefly, her grip firm but not a knucklecrusher, her own hand a bit calloused. She took another sip of her drink. Looking at Alex, she asked, "What kind of dog do you have?" -d-
Alex Vipond: "English Mastiff." He nodded. "He outweighs me, and when he stands up with his paws on my shoulders... I'm looking up at him." He smiled and moved back to the table, lining up on the nine, then eyeing the twelve. He stepped back, taking a moment to rethink things. He only had the two left, before the eight. "Twelve in the side, nine in the corner...." He patted the one on his right. "This one." Yes, the ball would have to roll back across the table to make it. If it made it. He leaned, shifted his stance, adjusted the stick, and took the shot. The twelve dropped, the cue ball then striking the rail before coming back into the nine and sending it spinning down the table. Alex straightened and watched, waiting, not even chewing his gum as he watched the ball roll, and slowly spin to a stop at the edge of the pocket. "Well, fuck me."
Guyver HellSpawn: Unlike some of his demonic breatheren, he knew how to have a good time and enjoy himself with all the vices mankind had to offer and there was many. He had been to the pool hall before and enjoyed the laid back feel of the place. He was a fan of darts, and did not mind the occasional game of billards. Something about imaging a sharp needle tip dart hitting something as oppose to sinking a round ball into a hole, was more appealing to him. The music was hit or miss with his since he had varied tastes depending on his current mood. Now he did not feel like going alone so he was trying to persuade Lilith to come along with, less he get bored and do something naughty."Come my pet, play a game of darts with me at the pool hall ,have a drink, dance and be merry. We need to get out of our cocoons and explore a bit or at least find out who else is of the non human variety." Smiling softly as he pulled her along
BIame The DeviI: Her partner in crime had the same thing in commen with her. Amongst many other things. Though her hesitance to the very place she lost her temper so foolishly set her off edge a little. Ice blue stare locked unto Demetrius`s eyes, narrowing for a brief moment as he pulled her along almost dragging her. " Ok. Ok, you fiend. I could use a drink...afterall, " she murmered this as they entered the Pool Hall. The artifical light of the place flooded unto her form illuminating her flawless porcelain skin beautifully. Tonight she was waering her usual black leather get-up which clung unto her form like a second skin. Nothing too flashly though nevertheless it looked nice on her. Pushing out a little sigh she hooked a arm around Demetrius`s waist keeping her eyes on him while a devilish little smile came to play. Leading them straight to the bar.
Alex Vipond: Alex moved back to the table, took up his glass and motioned to Bren. "One ball left on the table. It's either I cough up a serious amount of dough, or you wash my dog. No pressure." He smirked. "Just in case though, what is your favorite charity?" It was clear what his was, with the Donate Life in script running up the inside of his right forearm.
InkedPr1ncess: She looked at Alex, thought about her predicament and then just nodded. "Serious amouont of dough? How much are we really talking, sir? And it's Autism Speaks, so no doubt whatever you're about to give me is going to fund a lot of research and tools to help them out." Shrugging and then giving Rachel a wink, she was steady with her fingers on the cue, glancing at the ball that was left and with a quick push on the cue, sank it into the nearest pocket and nodded. Solemnly before she patted herself on the back and started to laugh. "Okay, so i got lucky once...if you be nice, I might wash the dog anyway." :::
Target of Knives: "Those are big dogs, alright." She laughed softly at what he said when the ball stopped right on the edge of the pocket. She grinned, having missed the bet and not quite certain on the details involved. She was rooting for Brenley, of course, since she didn't really know Alex that well yet. She watched quietly as her friend took her turn and applauded when the ball went into the pocket. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Sticker price on the car was 212, and I had a good 35 added onto the cost when I had it murdered out." Not all of that was glam, some of that cost was the UV filtered glass. "So we're looking at roughly a quarter mil." And no, he didn't bat an eye, just leaned there with his ass against his chair which was against the wall, his hands resting on his cue stick and that piece of Doublemint rolling around his mouth. Guyver HellSpawn: Most times he wore a custom made tailoring suit or black dress clothes when on the job. Off the job he often wear casual street clothes to something you find in a biker bar. Today he puts on some sturdy black boots, comfortable Levy jeans, a black Tee with the words. "I blame it on Satan" written across in Italics and a leather red black jacket over it. He pulled down the pitch black shades from his eyes and set them in his jacket pocket."Order a drink on me my dear, while I check to see if the dars are free or are you more of a stick and balls kind of gal?" He chuckled softly as he just had to go there.
BIame The DeviI: " Darts, " she snickered upon sitting down. Waiting for the bar-tender that was already coming her way. Those eyes peered up into his ignoring the backroud noise as she spoke. " Whiskey double-shot straight up, " she said winking at him upon his leave to fetch her drink. Only then did she turn to gaze at the others here sitting back comfortably in her seat. The vampire was familar, of course. The other two she didnt know as of yet. Which didnt unsettle her just made her curious. Momentarily she`d look over to Demetrius awaiting for him to get the darts ready. Hah, he was gunna get whooped tonight.
Alex Vipond: Alex drained his glass, then lifted it and gave it a little shake to let the waitress know they were ready for round three as Bren and Rachel absorbed. He then looked back over at them. Idly he wondered if he should slip his glasses on, just to totally throw her off with his Clark Kent, post grunge look. InkedPr1ncess: Definitely ready for round three and if Alex came through on his end of the deal, her favorite charity was going to get a very generous donation. "Poor Alex, don't go home and weep to your wife, she might have a chuckle at your expense." She glanced at the newcomers, her eyes going a little wide at how the beautiful woman was wearing such an obvious outfit, but just shrugged it off. If she had the balls to pull it off, Bren wouldn't complain. "You should least let me pay for the drinks, I might just break the bank tonight.' :::
Target of Knives: The bet was a quarter of a million dollars vs. Brenley washing his dog? Whoa. When the waitress came by to give Alex a refill, she handed over her empty glass and asked for one, too. "Good for you, Brenley! Congratulations." The couple by the bar got a glance when darts were mentioned because hey, she threw things... often. She grinned at Brenley's omment about the drinks. -d-
Guyver HellSpawn: No one had the dart set and that was fine with him. He did take note of the man he saw and heard once long ago, talking about a kidnappinh if he recall correctly. Amazing how that slipped his mind but he was busy with other Endeavor and his own plans. New plans and some hold he had chosen to resume once more since no one else was smart enough for the job or suited to it among his kin. He motion Lilith to come join him by the darts as he got a set ready for him and her. On occasion glancing back to the little trio by the pool table, somewhat listening and somewhat analyzing. He smiled and looked over to Lilith."Ladies first."
BIame The DeviI: About the same time Liliths Wiskey came she couldnt help but to realize that this was kind of. Their first date? She wouldnt tease him about it for the fear of sounding like a damned cheeseball but hah. She flashed a grin to it as he motioned her to come on over. So grabbing her glass she`d hop off of her seat a little giddy as she made her way to him. Eyeing him silently upon stopping just at arms reach of him about to punt out a crack his words. She`d bite her tounge though keeping a bright smile as she picked up one of the darts. Walking over to the little line a few feet away from the board she paused to look back at him. " Ya know I`m going to beat your ass in this game right? "
Alex Vipond: Women who threw things were best to be avoided. Depending on what she was throwing and who she was throwing them at. Believe it or not, lead crystal vases did not always shatter when thrown and that shit hurt! Not that he'd ever had any tempermental girlfriends... Cough, Alea.... But we'll avoid the psychotic as best we can. Anyway, back to the game! As for the outfit, well, looked kind of hard to get out of. Short of using a knife, that is. Seriously that would be a waste of a dead cow. "Hey, I wouldn't have made the bet if I wasn't willing to go through with it."
Manager Cieaner: --Jake and Shay decided to shoot down to the pool hall this evening to talk with Alex and get out for a little bit. Pulling up with his FJ Cruiser, and parked it in the lot, the dark haired man slid out of the car in his customary black tshirt and jeans and walked over, grabbing the door for his fiance as he gave her a soft smile. As they approached the pool hall, he was hand in hand with Shay as they made their way into the hall as he glanced around for Alex. They were gonna discuss some sales numbers and see what he needed from his manager. Glancing over at Shay, he smiled towards her, asking-- "Anything I can grab for you?" -- (d)
InkedPr1ncess: "Then I thank you, kind sir, and I will make sure that you have the information on where to make that donation." It was very generous of him and she would definitely be nice and help him out with the dog if he wanted her to. When those two familiar faces walked into the pool hall, Bren gave them both a casual wave, she hadn't seen either in a while but she had already contacted Shay about playing and singing at the Rendezvous so she was good to go. "Well damn, Alex, I forgot to tell you, and seeing Shay reminded me. I'm going to be playing at her club. Your favorite artist is a sweet ass lounge singer roo." :::
Target of Knives: When the drinks came, she accepted hers and drank half of it, glancing over towards the dartboard to see if the prospective players would prove to be any good. When Bren declared she was going to be playing at a club, she smiled. "You'll have to let me know what dates, Brenley. I'll drop by at least one of them to hear you." -d-
Guyver HellSpawn: "That is of course, assuming we don't break these fragile little darts in the process before a winner can be determine my pet. Now well what do you know, look who just came in. It's my boss over at the Jewel box place I work at. Did not know she was back in town ,but a guess a heads up was not needed, come and go as they please." He gave a shrug, the place was still in one peice excatly how she left it. Hedid his job and was not overly concern about Shaylen arrival back at the place. He figured she return when she was good and ready. He looked to Lilith."We can play by score or just for fun to see who hits dead eye constantly to win
Alex Vipond: When Jake and Shay wandered in, Alex gave them a wave from the pool table they were at, and then looked back at Bren. "Oh yeah? You didn't tell me you played." he grinned. "Do yourself a favor. If you get approached by a major label, walk the fuck away. They'll rape you, going and coming." Been there, done that.
Miss Shaylen: Stepping out of the car, she smiled at Jake as he took her hand, the little blonde squeezing it gently as she followed him into the pool hall. Her hair was a mane of blonde ringlets, the loose spirals spilling down her back. She was in a pair of faded blue skinny jeans and a black cotton cold-shoulder tunic that was cinched around her waist ever so slightly by a silver chain. Upon entering, she would see Brenley and smile, wiggling the fingers of her free hand at her, returning the greeting. "I'd love a beer, but I'll settle for some juice or water." Hell, she'd even go for some sweet tea at this point, or plain iced tea. "Maybe some coffee," she shrugged her shoulders. Decaf, of course. Yeah, she wasn't much fun these days when it came to drinking. That was when she spyed Demetrius and Alex, too, and she waved at them as well. -d-
InkedPr1ncess: "Nah, it's not all that serious. I woould never want to do what you do, I don't think I could get up in front of a lot of people. And if any label ever approaches me, could I say you're my bodyguard and send them your way?" If he was ever hungry so to speak, he could make a meal out of them. She finished off drink number three and motioned to his gum, asking if he had another piece. "And really, it's just piano and some singing, you can keep the rock star status for yourself." She reached over and gave Rachel a high five, buying her next drink for her, whatever it was. :::
BIame The DeviI: " Well if we play hit the eye. I can do that everytime, " she chuckled. Keeping her eyes on him as she quickly threw the dart which flew hitting right in the middle. A thin dark brow raised, shrugging while that oh too innocent look fell unto her expression. She already knew she got it so there was no need to look back. Not like she was showing off or anything...well maybe a tiny bit. Lilith motioned towards the remaining darts giving him such a daring smirk. " Your turn lover.."
Manager Cieaner: --Jake saw Alex as he grab drinks for Shay and himself. As he approached the bar, he grabbed a decaf coffee and then shot her a glance when she asked for a beer. Chuckling as he grabbed a beer for himself, he offered the coffee to Shay, and took the beer for himself. Making his way over to Alex at the table, he heard the words "major label", and scoffing at it, saying-- "Did I have two very dirty words? Major label...just dont. I worked for them for 15 years. Just bad news all the way around." --Extending a hand to Alex, then smiling at Shay, then saying to the group-- "This guy's sold over a half million copies of his album worldwide without those soul suckers." --note; he didnt use the term "bloodsuckers" for obvious reasons-- (d)
Target of Knives: "Could tell them he's your agent, maybe." She chuckled at the high five. Her drinks were just ginger ale and cranberry juice, as usual, since she wasn't much for drinking alcohol. It didn't mix well with tossing around sharp pointy objects, in her opinion. "What kind of music do you play, Bren?" -d-
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he shook his head. "I don't think they'd be overly swayed by someone just shy of six foot and only weighing like one forty, dripping wet." Just saying. Books were judged by the cover all the time. "Whose turn is it?" He'd lost track, and one would really think he'd pay more attention to the game, considering what he had riding on it. "That's what I said." He nodded to Jake. "Major labels suck majorly." He took up his drink as the new round was set down. "Just keep it coming." A smile was given the waitress and then he looked back at Jake. "Them and their lawyers. Took me years to buy back my own album from Geffen."
Guyver HellSpawn: He took three darts and while waving at Shay, threw each one, hitting the bulleye dead center each time. He turn to look at the board and smiled."Well look at that, may as well try blind folded hahaahah." He chuckled showing off a bit. He was not going to let her win uness he took a fall on purpose so as to not hurt her feelings or pride. Trouble was trying to fake a lost without her suspecting he let her win, that is the tricky part.
InkedPr1ncess: "I don't write much music anymore, but I like to play all kinds and I love doing covers. Stuff that other people already made awesome and putting my own twist on it. And I was trying to make you look more fearsome, Alex, you are supposed to play along." She rolled her eyes and shook her head, drinks that were freely flowing were always ingredients in a recipe for either a good time or disaster. And she did not need any more of those. "How are you guys?" sheasked Jake and Shay finally, glancing their way. "Good to see you again. And Alex, we haven't even started another game, we got sidetracked." :::
Miss Shaylen: "I was kidding!" she called out to him, catching the look he gave her. Did he really think she'd drink something alcoholic? Didn't mean she didn't miss it, though. When he came back with the drinks, she thanked him with a soft kiss to his cheek, having to rise up on her toes to do so, even in the stiletto heel black leather boots she was wearing, those three inches only bringing her to his chin. The clicked softly with her stride against the floor as she walked up to Alex and hugged him before taking a sip of her coffee, her gaze shifting from the men to the game of darts that was being played. "We're good," Shay responded to Bren, smiling over the rim of the mug. "A little busy, but nothing wrong with that."-d-
Target of Knives: "I'll take another." She'd only had two drinks so far, after all, and they weren't alcoholic anyhow. She giggled as Alex asked whose turn it was when they hadn't even taken the balls out of the pockets and racked them yet. She hopped off her seat and started digging out the ones in the pockets closest to her, setting them on the table. -d-
BIame The DeviI: Stepping to the side as he picked up his three darts. Lilith watched him throw all three darts getting them dead center. " Tooshay! " she said, moving to the board. Taking out the three darts she took a couple of steps back to the line. Throwing each one she`d get yet again all three in the center. " Hmn, " she`d tilt that pretty head of hers slightly. " Maybe we should try archry...alittle harder then throwing darts, " ..backing away she could just invison the two all gun ho with bows and arrows. Halarious to her.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake heard what Bren had to say, nodding and replying to her-- "Yeah, really good. Getting ready for the big day end of next weekend, but we're doing good." --Sliding a hand behind his fiance and patting it softly, he glanced overto Alex as he said-- "Got people asking me what the next single is, and when radio is gonna get it. Plus, I'll have those sales numbers for you by the end of the week. Things are as promising as ever." --He smiled to Shay as that statement obviously could be taken a few different ways as he asked Shay and whispered-- "If you really want to see a shitty pool player, just let me in there for a bit. I'm better at drinking beerand having my hand on your ass." --he grinned and nuzzled her ear for a moment as he turned his attention back to the group-- (d)
InkedPr1ncess: Bren was up for playing another game, but just as interesting was listening to the banter going on around them. It was good to be among friends again, and she had put the past in the past where it belonged. "And congrats to you guys by the way, that's awesome. I'm happy for you both." Always nice to see two people in love, as happy as Jake and Shay obviously were. Some people were just extremely lucky. :::
Alex Vipond: "oh, I see...." He nodded, then smirked. "I got lost, you know how it is. Pretty women all around and that's all she wrote." He did glance toward the door, before looking back at the others. "So what's everyone up to? How's the bun?" Yes, the kid had a nick name already. And Alex hadn't even seen the end of the first game to realize that it was over. Not that he was ADD or anything, but hey, conversations were going on. "As for singles I want to start pushing Adrienne, Wherever You Will Go caught like wildfire, and I think that's the next off that album. Our Lives, I think may be the first single off the Chasing The Sun album, which, by the way, is ready to go to press."
Guyver HellSpawn: "I'll try not to burn the wood. Tie breaker well several ideas to deal with those. " He smiled as he looked over to her boss and what he guessed was her main squeeze,good for her. A little happiness can be grand indeed. He eyed Lilith for a moment and set the darts down."Did you get your drink my dear? Come with me, I want to go say hello to my employer and offer my congrats."He extended his hand out to Lilith for her to take so he could walk over to Shay and do a meet and greet.
Target of Knives: She finished her newest drink and smiled. "I'm going to call it a night. I've got an early morning at work. Hope to see you again soon, Bren. Good night, Alex." She left her glass at the bar on her way out to her car. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Good night, Rachel." Alex smiled and then looked back at the others after she left.
InkedPr1ncess: Sad that it sounded like a good idea to her, she didn't have an early day at work, but the few drinks she'd had been straight tequila chilled her out just enough to where she thought she might need to take a breather so she could drive herself home. She saw the leather clad woman and her man friend making their way over, so she stuck her cue back in the rack and gave a nod to Alex before she took out some bills and handed them to him. "Kinda sounds good, and drinks are on me tonight. Give me a call tomorrow and I can get that info to ya." She gave him a fist bump and said goodbye to the group. :::
BIame The DeviI: She was just about to move though Demetruis`s eyeing made her freeze. Her own eyes reflecting a silent question that was answered as soon as he spoke. " Yes, I got my drink...okie dokie, " she`d grab his hand with her free one. Since the other already was occupied by her drink. She`d take a sip of the amber liquid loving its bitter-sweet burn upon going down. Letting Demetrius take lead towards the women she had yet to meet.
Alex Vipond: "Shit..." he looked to the table, realized he'd lost his ass, and smirked, the fist bump returned. "You do that." It was for charity, he couldn't complain. Of course that meant he had to bathe Gus. "Sure you're good?" She no doubt had a high tolerance, but better to be safe than sorry.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake nodded in response to the next singles that Alex wanted to go with. He said-- "Wherever You will Go probably stands your best chance to extend the sales life of the album. Probably will sell a lot of singles too. I can have things to radio within 10 days. I'll make sure to get everything to you by Monday. That's when all the family and everything starts coming in for the wedding." --Glancing over at Shay, not saying anything, just wondering what she was thinking-- (d)
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, I'm good. And let me know a good day, I'll come clean your dog for ya." She gave him a nod on the way out, she didn't mind being nice and helping him out. It had been a good evening. :::
Miss Shaylen: "The bun?" Shaylen laughed softly, looking to Jake. It was killing her to keep a secret from everyone, that being that she already knew they were having a boy and that they'd already decided on a name for the little guy, but alas, she only had to play this game a little longer--just until the weekend, when she would tell him for a pre-Father's Day gift. "The bun's doing great," she grinned, and it grew as Jake leaned in to whisper against her ear, his hand making itself quite at home on the curve of her rear, something she wouldn't complain about, ever. She'd take a step closer, snuggling up to his side as she looked at Alex. "You all set to be an uncle?" Baby blues would drift occasionally, around the room, smiling at what Brenley said to them. Though she hadn't said it out loud, she was right, they really were lucky. -d-
Guyver HellSpawn: As he approached Shaylen, he would offer a short bow to her before speaking. "Good eve Shaylen, welcome back to Seattle and congrats of this news that is or was sudden new surprise news to me before. Congrats on the upcoming nuptials. I Wish you many long years of joy and good health. You recall how when in the interview I was ,, unattached. I wanted you to meet my girlfriend Lilith.Which I am glad I stuck around here in Seattle. Lilith this is Shaylen my boss at the Rendezvous. Shaylen this is Lilith, the love of my life. I just wanted you to meet her and offer my congrats. I am most happy for you."
Alex Vipond: "Cool." He nodded to Bren, then looked back at Shay and grinned. "Damn right, I'm gonna spoil the kid rotten and send it home for you to deal with." He smirked. He would too. That was how he rolled. All the fun, not so much of the responsibility and fewer sleepless nights.
BIame The DeviI: Locking those soul-pericing blues unto Shaylens she mustered one of her trademark angelic warm smiles. Holding out her hand to her in greeting for a polight shake. See! Lilith could be civilized when she wanted to be..." Its nice tofinially meet you Shaylen, " she said this sweetly while faint rush of red flushed coloring porcelain cheeks. To Demetrius`s words, love of my life.
Manager Cieaner: --He laughed as he heard Alex's response, saying-- "Great, we're gonna get a lot of "mommy, daddy, I want to stay at Uncle Alex's house tonight." --Shaking his head as Jake gazed over at his love, and said-- "Somehow, I think Shay and I are ready for the 3am diaper changes and bottle feedings. I've been through it once before, and we'll help each other out when it comes that time." --Glancing over to Shay being introduced to Lilith and watched as the two interacted-- (d)
Miss Shaylen: She was smirking at what Alex said, swatting at him playfully when she saw Demetrius approaching. She's smile at him, his old world way of talking and acting always amusing her, but not in a bad way. It just wasn't something you saw or heard every day. "Hey," she said, that smile of hers broadening when he congratulated them on their wedding as well as introducing her to Lilith. "Aww, well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lilith." She shook her hand then gestured to the tall, dark and ruggedly handsome one standing beside her. "This is my fiance, Jake Collingwood." She spared them the usual "hubby-to-be" title she'd taken to calling him, not wanting to give them too much of a toothache. "I hope we'll see you both at the wedding." Demetrius had been sent an invite, after all, and he could definitely bring his girl. And going back to the conversation with Alex--yep, the couple was most definitely ready for those feedings, and everything else that went with them. Well, except maybe the trip to the hospital. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked, then looked to the others a nod and a smile given them. "Hi. Alex." He offered his hand out, as Shay swatted him, and he kind of half assed fell back, with an "ow, ow, ow," given before he straightened up and grabbed his scotch for a drink. Guyver HellSpawn: "Pleasure to make your acquantice Mr. Collingwood sir. I am glad Shay has someone to look after her and make her happy, she is a good boss after all. Please to meet you as well Mr. Alex. "He would adress the both of them as it was proper custom to do so. Though he was unsure to offer his hand or not as he knew some people were not big on the whole hand shake thing. Germaphobes and what not, so his arms almost look liekd it could hang in mid air ready to do the customary shake greeting if it was offered. He smiled as he looked to Shay." Indeed, I am most honored to be invited and I am glad I have my plus one to bring with me so I would not be going along unaccompanied."
BIame The DeviI: Lilith would merely look at Jake giving him a nod before turning her gaze on Alex, smirking. She`d eye him silently for a couple of brief moments before also giving him a nod. She woulda shook his hand if it wasnt for his little half-assed back-fall. " Its very nice to meet you both as well, Jake. Alex.." her tone was soft as she curled her arm around Demetrius`s waist her hand rested on his hip. Delicate slender digets idoly played with one of his belt loops as she answered Alex. " I dont know about everyone else but Im good. You? "
Alex Vipond: "No mister, just Alex." Shaking his hand, he then drained his drink and lifted his hand for the waitress to bring another round. He'd lost count, but his card would catch it up. "So, how is everyone tonight?" he smiled to them, then swapped out his stick of gum, before offering the pack out to the others. Doublemint, his favorite. It was an addiction, really. "Stigmatized...." he looked back at Jake. "Should be another follow up single off of the Unstoppable album. With the success we've had with Wherever You Will Go, Adrienne and Stigmatized are the two most requested in concert."
BIame The DeviI: half-assed back-fall. " Its very nice to meet you both as well, Jake. Alex.." her tone was soft as she curled her arm around Demetrius`s waist her hand rested on his hip. Delicate slender digets idoly played with one of his belt loops as she answered Alex. " I dont know about everyone else but Im good. You? "
Manager Cieaner: --Jake nodded to Lilith as he said to her-- "Nice to meet you as well Lilith." --he had heard Shay mention Mr. Wolfe a little bit in the past, as Jake nodded to him as well. As Alex began to talk, Jake nodded and said-- "All right, Stigmatized it is. We'll go with that. But Shay and I should be heading out, she's gotta be at Rendezvous early tomorrow, so we're gonna head back." --He glanced at the group, smiling to them as he started to wrap things up-- "It was good meeting everybody. We'll see you probably all before the wedding. If not, we'll see you there." --he glanced at Shay, extending her hand towards her and asking-- "Ready to head out?" -- (d)
Miss Shaylen: The mention of work had her scrunching her nose (in much the same way her mun is doing, thinking about going in tomorrow), it was the truth, and so she finished what was left of her coffee and set down the cup, quick to accept the piece of gum Alex was handing out--hey, she didn't want to kiss her man in the car with coffee breath! "Thank you," she said to the musician, leaning in to whisper against his ear, "Stay tuned for a surprise in the next couple days." Of course, if Jake asked her about it later, she would say she was telling him about his birthday, which was indeed coming up. It was the perfect cover up. As the future hubby reached for her, she took his hand and joined him, the couple about to head for the door and ultimately home, but not before waving to Demetrius and Lilith. "Nice meeting you, " she said to the woman, and then to her boyfriend, she said, "See you at work in the morning." And with that, they were gone. -d-
Alex Vipond: "You guys take it easy." he nodded. Jake would get a handshake, Shay a kiss to the cheek. Because face it, the other way around would be totally wrong. He chuckled at Shay's whisper. "I will do just that." he gave her hand a gentle squeeze and then watched as they made their way out, a hand lifted in farewell to them.
Guyver HellSpawn: He would take the offered piece of gum. Considering he hardly bought any for himself on occasion, having a free stick of gum would never hurt any. Always was good when he was forced to talk to people on the job for a long duration of time. Which happened on occasion but with security detail he had orders and plans mapped out ahead of time to maintain usual radio silence but be alert for studious noises. Which did not leave much time for idle chit chat while at work. He smiled as he watched the couple leave, little would Lilith know, he had his own wedding ring in store and one day soon, he would make his little vampire an Honeest woman. At least in the traditional sense of the word.
Alex Vipond: Alex looked back at Lilith and smiled. "I'm good, thanks. Fine as frog hair." he nodded, the pack once everyone had a piece was slipped back into his pocket. "Have you been in Seattle long?"
BIame The DeviI: Gum just wasnt this vampiress`s thing. Though she did however have listerine breath-spray pocketed. For emergency sakes. Couldnt have bad breath now could ya! Big No No. Lilith`s eyes followed the two whom took their leave and she too would smile sensing their bliss. Ah marriage every girls dream she`d be shaking her head. Finially taking another good swig off of her glass of whisky wrinkling her nose to the burn this time. Alex`s voice hit her ears stealing away her attention for the time being. She`d look up to him, keeping a small smile upon her lips " Hmn I think its been almost a month now, " she said softly, side-glancing to Demetrius. " Came here from New York. I like it better here though..."
Guyver HellSpawn: Say what you will. Demetrius knew how to be proper and well mannered. He found out early in life, being polite and well spoken often made people lower their guard. Thinking he was not a violent man or maybe harmless. Also help to keep unwanted attention from you as violent people were often watched more closely then those who appear to be relatively harmless. All about that cover and blending in though he felt it took more energy to be a total douche then it did to be polite and play the fly on the wall role.His fingers interwine with Lilith's as he listened to her talk.
Alex Vipond: "More of a do it yourselfer." he nodded. There was a joke in there, but whether anyone would catch it was uncertain. "I only got back off tour about a month ago. It was a whirlwind three months." Hotels he barely saw, practically living out of the bus, and more faces than he could recall.
BIame The DeviI: The joke she missed. Though she was more interested in his coming out with him getting off tour. Now Lilith loved music she had a beautiful voice on her and she could play most instraments pretty well. Not like she was thinking of trying to join a band. Become a rock-star like Lestat whom she knew for a fact was in town. Dark thin brow rose as she twirled the amber liquid round in the glass by slight rotation of her wrist, out of habit. " You play in a band? Intstrament? Vocal?? " she obviously missed what the group was talking about before. Though she was surprised she didnt reconize him...yet it wasnt like she was going out to concerts. Or googling up pictures of her favorite rock-stars. Biting her bottem lip she was almost embaressed to her ignorance she didnt want it to insult him.
Guyver HellSpawn: He smirked softly and gave a low chuckle." I remember those days being constantly on the go when dealing with foreign dignitaries who never seemed to stay in one place for any particular length of time. I hate security detail on the road. So much easier to safeguard a fixed position then it is a mobile vehicle. Too many unknown varaibles to predict and attend to. My most dislike assignments." He shooked his head, guarding one placewas far easier then redoing plans for mulitple places, but a job is a job and you go where it takes you."Oh a band, that is nifty. My musical skills only extend to a guitar and that is it. Which i only recently picked up as a side hobby just for kicks."
Alex Vipond: "Been accused of it, and yeah." He nodded. "Lead, piano, guitar.... We just released our first album in March after the end of the US leg of the tour and our second is due out this year. Had some success with MTV years ago but issues with record labels .... pretty much kept us from producing. Finally said fuck it, fought for a few years, bought back the master of the first album and after some trials and tribulations... here we are, under my own indy." Alex nodded. "I don't go on tour without security now. We did a small, six day, six city tour in Brazil, last minute, spur of the moment, minimal personnel and ... ended up held at gunpoint by ten armed men for several hours while my manager at the time arranged for our ransom." Had he been alone, it would have ended far differently, but he had his band to think about. "I don't leave home without security now."
BIame The DeviI: " Damn, " she blinked a couple of times to the whole Gunpoint thing. Now if it was her, depending on the situation she wouldnt have been stuck like he for hours. Yet she wouldn`t question on how he went about handling his stand offs. Wasn`t polight. Though grinning careful to hide those pearly little fangs she leaned into Demetrius suddenly. Throwing out a sweet little crack, " Well this ones all the security I need not that I cant handle my own but hehe, " she`d snicker giving him a alittle kiss before straightening out. " Must be an amazing life. Unimaginable..you happy with it? Of course you are! I just ask out of curiousity....some people get tired of what they do at times. Even if it is as unimagiably awesome....."
Guyver HellSpawn: "Smart man, always have protection, always be prepaired. That is a problem for musicians, actors, polictians and so forth, anyone who even looks or smells like money, will be a target for armed robbery and ransom demands. Cause they always bank on someone paying the ransom if they know for a fact how valuable someone or a group can be or already is. Security is everything for those who live in the open spotlight, more job security for me." He smirked and placed soft kiss on Lilith's cheek. and strokes her fingers with his.
Alex Vipond: "I've been playing, writing, since I was a child. I picked up my first stringed instrument when I was four. The single off of our debut album, I wrote when I was sixteen." It had evolved some, since then, but then so too had music. "I can't imagine ever a time when I don't play. It's ingrained." He looked back at Demetrius and nodded. "And that's it. They see musician and think pushover." There had been one other incident in Brazil, though he'd been alone for that one. And the person who had stalked him, had done so thinking him an easy meal, at best. Alex was not in a position to worry about his band on that one and he had done a Panama on his attacker.
BIame The DeviI: Demetrius`s kiss brought back that faint blush as she smiled brightly. Soon giving Alex a nod to his answer as she too caressed his hand loving the warmth that radiated from it. " People couldnt be more wrong, " she said, shaking her head. Finially finishing off the rest of her drink this time in one swoop, once swallowed. She`d set the glass down, turning her head to face Demetrius those long lashes batted at him staring at him with blue puppy dog eyes. " Mon amour? Can you get me another one? If yes its whiskey, have them double it, and hold the ice? " she pouted out that bottem lip cutely. Just giving him something to laugh at she knew she didnt have to. A question came to mind though all in the same time which she was unsure Alex was comfortable convorsatating about in front of him. Since he just met him and really didnt know what he was. Well...thats what she thought anyway.
Guyver HellSpawn: He looked to Lilith and kissed her hand as he lifted it up to his lips. He nodded softly."Of course dear." He smiled and would head over to the bar and order a whiskey dobule, hold the ice. He took a moment to look over the drink selection since he always skipped it when he came in here. Not being much of a drinker, he never had a reason to. Now that he was buying his girl a drink. He may as well see what they served here.
Alex Vipond: "Perception is sometimes skewed. I'm not all that tall, and I pretty much look like a strong wind will blow me over, but I'm scrappy." He smirked. Drained his glass, then eyed the bottom of it before looking back at Lilith, almost expectantly.
BIame The DeviI: Lilith looked up as Demetrius got up, softly smiling as he kissed the back of her hand. Only to let go so that he could move towards the bar. Lilith would wait for him to reach the bar before speaking. Throwing her voice into a low pitch that only was audiable to them as she shifted her gaze Alex. " I dont know even why you`d tell me. But I figured to give it a shot since Im having a hell`va time with it..I heard of a certain someone coming into town not long ago. His name is Lestat...have you seen him yet? " he`d be able to see the curiousity in her questioning eyes. " If you have can you tell him I`m looking for him? " She devilishly smiled at Alex her call out for Lestat was a innocent one. Like she could harm him anyways!
Alex Vipond: Alex listened and he could have played it off as if he'd not heard, but really, what was the point? When she explained what she wanted to know, he smiled. "Ah." Alex nodded. "Should I see him, I shall tell him you inquired." There were times, when Alex was terribly formal in his speech. Quite proper and clearly showing his lineage. And then he'd toss in some off the wall Cali speak and it would often leave people doing a double take. And it used to completely fucking piss off the former second in command of the city. The man had been certain that Alex was mocking him. Fer sure. "And might I presume that you know the man well?"
Guyver HellSpawn: He had wondered about walking back, yet the body languaged suggested she was having some sort of private discussion and was thinking the drink order was an excuse to make him leave.If that be so, he would not care at all really. If she needed some private moment of discussion who was he to deny or interrupt. He did make sure to keep her drink from going bad in the meantime
BIame The DeviI: Ah success! Damned guy was hard enough to find. Not like she was trying to stalk him or anything. Cause well that would just be creepy on the turn around. " You could say that. I havent yet had the pleasure of meeting him face to face but I`m a fan. I knew his so called 'mentor', Marius quite well. At least thats what Marius use to call himself...I just have some questions for him. Im curious about some things...." she shrugged. Looking past Alex to catch a glimpse of Demetrius sitting there all by his lonesome. Admiring him by afar, " Merci Alex and as much as I hate to admit this.." Lilith locked eyes with him. " Im sorry for that little incident with Dean. I was foolish and clumsy. I shouldnt have let my temper ride over logic. " He`d hear the truth in her words cause she meant it.
Alex Vipond: "Oh, and what things do you find so curious?" As she went on, he nodded slowly. "Ah, yes." He'd nearly forgotten the incident, but now it came back with crystal clarity. "I trust all is mended?" He'd not seen the man since his return. Then again, he'd not seen Styx since his return. He'd have to go over to Javier's and try and catch her at work, just to catch up with her. He was rather fond of the quirky little drummer.
BIame The DeviI: Heh, now wasnt he the prying one? This made her smirk yet again while she leaned back in her seat crossing her legs. All relaxed. " I find a lot of things to be curious when it comes to him. Hes one of the many wonders of the world that I havent yet come to face. I`ve been questioning things....things that he might have a answer to. " she said this purposly being vauge. Though the topic would change as soon as he questioned her about the whole Dean thing. Bringing up her hand she`d curl it inward to look at her glass-like fingernails before answering. " Not entirely but as long as he leaves me the hell alone. I`ll leave him alone, " she let a subtle sigh pass her lips as she set her hand back down. " The whole thing that wen`t down was so retarded. If I had known I would have took a whole different direction but thats over with. I just wanted to apologize to you now because well you seem likea nice guy and I hate to be an inconvience. "
Alex Vipond: "If you had known.... what?" The more she spoke, the more curious he became. "If you don't mind my asking." She had, after all, started this line of conversation. "And thank you." For the nice guy comment. He did try, after all. Until pushed. Or pissed off.
Guyver HellSpawn: Screw it, he told someone to deleiver her drink over to her. While he would pull out his little smart phone and begin to look something up.Wonders of technology and so many of his kind could not even use it. How sad was it, take over a human body, know all the memories yet sending an email or using a computer was beyound some of them. He sighs, so many of them could not see past tommorrow. He scrunched his nose as he read one line of text he did not particualrly agree with. He kept his calm and just knew he had to make a little pit stop before going home.
BIame The DeviI: His curiousity was refreshing actually. Along with the convorsation. It`d been awhile since she sat down and spoke with her own kind. " If I had known he had knowledge of the things that went bump in the night and that he caught me feeding. He shouldnt have..I was careful. Apprantly not too careful, " she shruged as her drink was delievered to her. Bringing her to the realization poor Demetrius was still sitting at the bar. He could come back if he wanted to in a moment. It wasnt like they were talking about Lestat anymore anyways. Anything further he could hear she didnt really keep anything secret from him. It was more for Alex`s benifit before. " Your welcome..."
Alex Vipond: "And how would that have made a difference? Him having that knowledge, when he caught you feeding." Even before Alex was bottle fed, he wouldn't have been caught. The only time he'd ever fed in public was at a freshy bar. Which, oddly enough, most often resembled whore houses or really, really friendly nightclubs. He shook his mind away from that line of thought.
DvIsBane: You know that really bad habit one couldn't get rid of? Solai was really good at being that bad habit. Bad mood to go with the bad habit left the testy testiment to tinkerbell's demise a beautiful little disaster that just so happened to appear at the doorway to the pool hall which housed the man in which she stalked. Fingertips pressed around the pack of Rolo's chewing on the gooey candy as she pushed through, those golden hues descending on Alex before drifting towards the bar and her general direction of margin. For the moment he wasn't her main target, but the bad taste of demon goo really didn't go with the sweet tooth. -e-
BIame The DeviI: " Beccause I would have whiped his mind of such things and he would have never drugged me in the means of locking me up to torture information out of me, " she said this calmly, continuing. " Which I`m still trying to figure out why he didnt completely go through with his plan. I`m also trying to figure out why he`d want the information in the first place. Not like Id tell him any of it anyways, " she said, batting away acouple stray strands from her eyes. When another came in her gaze would shift over to the new-comer before settling back on Alex. It was bout time Demetrius wandered back his seat was getting cold and she was suddenly growing restless without him by her side. So she`d use that nifty little link to beckon him back over to her. Ya know you could come back now love she`d say and in his mind he`d be able to hear her voice.
Alex Vipond: "And what information was he seeking when he ... inconvenienced you so?" Alex didn't have to look to know who had just breezed in. It was a signature that was really unmistakable. That green gaze remained on Lilith as he waited for her response. Solai would no doubt be closing in soon and well, he'd kind of like to get as much information in regard to this situation as he could, before that occurred.
DvIsBane: "Bourbon..." Was murmured, that song like voice chiming clearly even then. Canting her head she'd smirk, leaning into the bar and flourishing beneath the beauty of liquor which was a new carnal pleasure. Sure she didn't need it or the chocolate, but they both made her feel great. Oh the woman would let Alex talk with Lilith, she wasn't completely rude, well that was a lie, but she'd much rather stare at him across the room, drink her drink and eyeball him for no other reason than she could. Behind the shade of deviance however she was trying to figure something out. -e-
BIame The DeviI: " Well when I stormed in the bar and threatened him. I got the chance to read his thoughts he was meaning to try to get information about a couple of vampiric covants or groups here. He also wanted to learn praticular strengths and weakness of our kind. So I cant imagine he wanted to do any good with it thats all I got before you stepped in. Then I was stabbed and well you know the rest.." A little shiver went down her spine to the memory of Dean stabbing her even more so when Alex forced whatever power he had that forced her to her knees in such pain. She shook it off though....
Alex Vipond: "Which covens, were you able to ascertain that?" Yes, well. Nasty bit of business, that, but sadly, necessary at the time. He was fully aware of the scrutiny from across the room, and even contemplated a smart assed response to it, but decided he simply was not in the mood to have to smooth things over, once more because his sense of humor got the better of him.
DvIsBane: Sadly his sense of humor would be totally lost on her. Finishing off her candy she'd give them a few more moments. He seemed to be intrigued by the female of his species and her fair report. Finishing off the drink that weight was hefted up, hands lancing at her lower back as she started her slow meandering. Being discreet or even distant from any situation was not her deal. Her time was precious. Just a few more minutes and they would be interupted rudely or not. -e-
BIame The DeviI: " Sadly no. " pausing she dropped her gaze for a moment. Brows furrowing slightly as she appeared to be pondering on it just to be sure she wasnt missing anything. " Though honestly...I dont think he even knew their names. I do know that he knows that they exist. That vampires, wolves, and other things are very real. And it wasnt me who showed him. Hes also not entirely human...well he is but theres something different about him. That Im not sure that hes even aware of. " another shrug was given before she looked up to him. " Thats all I got..."
Alex Vipond: "Well his awareness is not an issue." He nodded, then rose, turning to look at Solai. "Lilith, I do believe I am to be sternly spoken to. If you will excuse me..." He smiled to her, then moved away from the table, toward Solai, swapping out his gum for a fresh piece as he went.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jun 7, 2013 23:11:13 GMT -8
Ghastly Specter: He had to get out of the motel room, motel due to needing to save some cash for the time being until he found an apartment or something of the sort to move into along with a job. Yet the need for some fresh air and scenery leading him a familiar type of scenery in that being the Pool Hall, something he'd yet checked out since coming to Seattle. Those shiny black combat boots leading himself into the Pool Hall and before grapping up a table sidling up to the bar. Himself wearing pair of pants and a wife beater, keeping it rather casual as was his usual. "Pitcher of beer and a table." Money pulled out from his wallet to setting it upon the bar top to paying for both. -d- KrystalFlake: You couldn't really call her a regular, but Krystal came often to Styx. It was a nice atmosphere and she liked that she could play pool, have a drink, and possibly get something to eat. All in all it had everything that she'd want without some typical dive or restaurant feel to it. Krystal was over at a pub table near one of the pool tables sipping on a midori sour. One of the waitresses standing near by she was chatting to a bit. Legs crossed black gladiator sandal bobbing. When the waitress walked off she set down her drink and slid herself off of the stool she was seated on and grabbed her cue, careful not to get the blue chalk on her white shorts. A thick braid slid over her shoulder as she leaned in to take a shot and a crack sounded as the balls smacked against each other before one sunk in the side pocket. As she stood up that braid was tossed over her shoulder to lay flat against her back that was bared in the dark navy halter top that she was wearing. The braid resting between the inked leathery demon like wings that took up her back. [d] Ghastly Specter: The bartender delivered that pitcher of beer and he had just picked it up to noticing the woman with those gladiator stylized sandals. A smile creeping upon his features even as he made his way towards a table wher ehe could set his pitcher of beer and chilled glass down; course he poured himself a much needed beer and lifted the glass up to take a good size drink. The glass being set down as he meandered over to looking over each stick until discovering one that felt good in his hands. Kinda like a woman could handle many, but there only one who felt right in your hands or at least that was his take upon it. Himself turning about to heading back towards the table he had claimed where he began racking em up. * Alex Vipond: Alex rolled into the lot,and parked that murdered out Benz off on it's ownsome. Stepping out of the car he paused and looked around, before stepping back and swinging the door shut. Despite the overcast he still had his shades on as he crossed the lot to the door. He was still in the same jeans, t-shirt and jacket he'd been in that morning, but he had washed the make up off his face that the folks at the TV station had slapped on. Apparently it was standard procedure to spackle all their guests in such a manner. Fortunately Alex's pallor was no more than the average Seattle resident. It made things easier that way. He gave one last look around the lot before he pulled the door open and stepped inside, keys given a spin of the ring around his finger before he slipped them into his pocket. It didn't take him long to find Krystal and he grinned, heading her way. KrystalFlake: Krystal would have argued about just one feeling good in your hands, but that was all a matter of opinion. She had lingering gazes to spare on picking out prey. None of which she was looking for at the moment. Krystal snagged her glass off the table and was sipping from it when the ball racker started in. She didn't have sunglasses and she didn't bother hiding that she was watching how he was setting up the balls as she drank. The sliver of sunlight that came from the door being opened caught her attention and her focus changed directions. Lifting her midori in a greeting to him. When he got close enough she noticed the lack of war paint on his face and commented on it. "Well, you look a little less pretty, but pretty none the less now." Yeah she had seen the TV makeup that he had been wearing.[d] Ghastly Specter: There was nothing special to how he set rack them balls right on up, just kept it simple and standard as he didn't really seek out any advantage on his table other than to have a good time. Although that smile faltered for a moment of the studio big man entering the Pool Hall. He didn't really feel like pushing buttons or what not tonight, but he would offer an inclination of a greeting with his head and even offer some of his pitcher of beer. A peace offering some would say while others would say he just needed some social skills whether it was a good looking woman (which was preferable) or another guy. [d] Alex Vipond: Kind of hard not to, as thick as they lay it on. "For a moment I thought I was going to be auditioning for a spot on Jack Sparrow's crew." He pulled a chair out and then turned toward the bar, a hand lifted, a gesture made to the table. Yes, a round would be had, and yes, he was here often enough that the waitress or at least Nate the bar tender would know what he wanted. He then settled into the chair and looked back at Krystal a moment before the pool player caught his eye and well Alex couldn't help it. He grinned , the nod up returned and then looked at Krystal. "My late visitor from last night. The one that wanted a job. Who was so very unimpressed with my security system...." Yeah, totally just outed the dude, to the designer of said security system. KrystalFlake: She had her hip leaning against the pool table that she was playing on and glanced over her shoulder at the man at the other table. Fortunately her table was close to the bar to be able to talk to Alex "Is that so... What was so unimpressive about it?" She was curious since she was the one that designed it. Of course it was interesting to note that someone had found it inadequate. Maybe it needed some tweaking, but she wouldn't be unimpressed knowing what was actually in place. "You have a crew already... and many adoring fans that can do the whole Tortuga face slap when feeling offended. And Meghan can laugh." [d] Alex Vipond: "He didn't say but it wasn't like I'd locked the place up or set the alarm yet. Hell the guys had left just maybe fifteen or twenty minutes before." He cracked the fuck up when she came up with that comment about the face slapping. "I do have some exes that would probably happily provide those services." He nodded. "In my defense though, I only would deserve maybe one of them. Or two..." Ghastly Specter: Yeah he didn't care if the dude outed him on it cause he'd pick up his glass of beer and take a drink before strolling right on over. Hey if going to chat about him than he was going to invite himself over. "Well fact I was able to walk right on up to his office like I owned the place without being stopped until was already in his office..." He paused for a moment and set the pitcher down before looking at the two of them, mainly the other guy as if last night was any indicator he had a short fuse. "...No one checking for some sor tof identification or anything of that basic sort. Guess should find out particularly what is wrong with the security before making assumptions of the type of security is being spoken about." A small shrug although he was curious to look at the electronic side of this guy's security now, you know the look without getting his ass landed in jail. [d] Alex Vipond: "Well considering the fact that there were only two people in the building...." And too it wasn't like one could exactly sneak up on ... okay well damned few could sneak up on Alex. Cas was one of them. And it never failed that Cas always was right there, in his space when he did so. KrystalFlake: "Guess we'll just have to install an automatic lock that people need to be buzzed in if they don't have a key card to get in." Considering it had been about two weeks since everything had been finished installing there were bound to be quirks. Alex hadn't showed any major concern about people getting in to the building while he was there, then again most strange weirdos he could have compelled to leave the place rather easily. Which was likely more the reason for not putting in anything more than she had. "Well, it is a business and a studio, a locked front door on a street front isn't typical during business hours, but after the receptionist goes home we can solve that problem." She walked over to the bar and leaned on it beside Alex, turned so that she could see the guy that walked up. "Unless he actually hired you as an IT person or someone running maintenence on my system I doubt either one of us would be letting you look at it." No snark in her tone just a matter of fact. You didn't let random strangers look at your security nor did you just hire people who had assumed it was subpar without even knowing what kind of security was needed or actually in place. [d] Ghastly Specter: Don't forget about Solai either! He gave a shrug towards the two of them. "In all fairness to him most people wouldn't walk up into the place like they own it either and would use common sense in knocking or something, but never hurts to toss those basic securities in place." He lifted his glass up to taking a drink as he took a moment or two to taking in the rest of what this woman spoke of with a smile. "As for hiring me doubt that is a possibility, but you never know what might be done with people. As for comment of looking at the secuirty system that was never said physically so blah. [d] Alex Vipond: Taking up his glass, he nodded his thanks to the waitress, and then leaned back as Krystal had. And yeah well Solai was the same issue as Cas. Only Solai tended to be more subtle and less in your face than Cas. "I can pretty much tell when someone comes in." His ass would vibrate. Literally. His phone would go off on silent mode. KrystalFlake: The comment about finding out what was wrong with the security before making assumptions is what prompted her comment about him being hired in some form or fashion before he'd ever be able to look at it and why she spoke her opinion outloud. Lifting the glass to her lips she drained the neon green liquid from the glass and slid it onto the bar when she was finished, nodding to Nate when he pointed at it. You know that silent lingo of do you want another. "Entirely up to Alex when his closing time is and when he decides to lock the doors. He would have been able to find out if someone came in regardless, so basics are up to him on what he feels he needs based on my suggestions." Her shoulder rolled slightly. If Alex felt he needed locks 24/7 she could do that, but that hadn't been his primary concern. [d] Ghastly Specter: A small shrug given it was out of his hands as it was. That beer being lifted and drained from the glass before setting ti back down. Eyes shifting over towards his pitcher and pulling it closer, looks like he'll be finishing it off. That pitcher lifted to pouring himself another glass before looking back towards the other guy and offering a hand for a handshake. "Anyhow my apologies for being an ass, douche bag of whole thing though and if you know somewher ein need of old fashion bodyguard or manual labor would appreciate the heads up. New to Seattle and stuck in a motel at the moment." Not easy to get a job when can't say why you were in the Marines, but it came with the the job he had taken up. And he did look to the other woman with an easy going, laid back smile. "I'm Connor by the way." [d] Alex Vipond: For Alex it had been more a desire to know what was coming through the door, than who, or when. Granted he didn't want the typical street thug or thief to come in and see a pay day, but when he was in, that wasn't a concern. When he was out, it was all about the security. And it was high tech. And then there was Izzy's touch to the place. A little added bonus to the set up, on the mojo side. Alex chuckled, knocked back his drink and then motioned for a refill. "So, Connor, what are your qualifications?" Ghastly Specter: "That would involve going into details about which can't be discussed. Former marine if ti helps any, but anything beyond to time I left can't be spoken of." A helpless shrug given, he really didn't want to cause problems for people from that type of thing so he would shut the cover on it. If the guy really wanted to find out than he was sure that the guy could do it. [d] Alex Vipond: "Not a very good way to get a job as a body guard. Just saying...." He shrugged and took up his refilled drink. "Seriously, any time you're going for a job, you need to be able to list your skills, and qualifications. Otherwise, you may as well prepare yourself for a life time of asking people if they want fries with that." Ghastly Specter: "Let's put it this way and it's as much as I'm allowed to divulge until another time. It's near impossible to get to person I am guarding without sustaining some serious injury." Another helpless shrug tossed towards the guy who still couldn't give courtesy of offering his name up, formalities after all. "Perhaps sometime in private I could tell you more about it, but just not great for public knowledge and when know can trust you." [d] Alex Vipond: "Hey, I'm not arguing your skills, I'm just saying, you're gonna have a hard time finding work in the private sector without being able to list your quals. " Alex shrugged. "Just how it is, man. Take it from someone who was once held at gunpoint for several hours waiting for his manager to pony up five grand to get my and my band's asses out of hock. You gotta be able to pony up the deets." Ghastly Specter: A shrug was returned to the guy. "Now ya know why difficult to find a job. Lots of red tape that can't get around without causing trouble for the one who really wants to deal with it." He offered a smile once more. "More than meets the eye." Speaking of more than meets the eye, he wondered where the woman went. Or was the one in the red dress tattered dress? Oh well back to Alex as he lifted his beer up to taking a drink. "Anyhow never caught your name and even if can't have job wouldn't mind being able to hang out as well as have some beers." [d] Alex Vipond: "Your best bet? Find a PI firm or a security company that's looking for guards. Build up some creds for the folks that aren't black bagging it, and then branch out from there, either start your own firm or move up the chain." He shrugged, then offered his hand out. "Alex Vipond." Ghastly Specter: A small nod of his head as well as a firm handshake given towards Alex. Finally a name to the face! "Nice to meet you, Alex. Perhaps, but just looking more of a side deal to get some quick cash so can get my own garage going. A lot more enjoyable than guarding all the time and never having much time to hang out." [d] KrystalFlake: Krystal was listening to the conversation, but hadn't offered up anything for the moment as she watched them volley back and forth. "You can list qualifications without going in to specifics. Many of the people I hire on for jobs have a lot of secret squirel stuff in their backgrounds. Listing skills isn't the same as listing missions. You could say that you were a marine and that you are equipped in some way for hand to hand combat. You could tell someone what specific types of combat you have. You could offer to demonstrate any computer skills as needed." She picked up the new drink that Nate fixed for her and plucked the cherry from the top of the ice. "But Alex is right, if you want to get hired on somewhere having references helps. Even if you can't divulge the secret squirel stuff you should be able to give references of commanding officers that aren't part of a redacted file. Same for former employers." She held her hand out. "Krystal Flake, yes it's my real name and no I am not a porn star." You know just to get that out of the way and she even said it with a smile. "I'd suggest on the books work to build up a resume." [d] Alex Vipond: Alex's left eyebrow shot up at that one. "Really...." Alex just kind of looked at him for a long moment, then looked over at Krystal. He wasn't gonna say it, but it was in his expression. And then when Krystal tossed her two cents in, he smiled, then cracked the fuck up over the porn star thing. "You so need to meet Sasha, the two of you would, first of all, have them all salivating like Pavlov's dogs, and your names would completely throw them." Ghastly Specter: "Yes you could go into that than when start dropping it people ask what your job was in the Marine because everyone just has to know which loops back around to this. Hand to hand is taught even in basic so that is a given." He was really trying not to make a porn star joke with her name, so he opted for taking a drink of his beer than looking back towards Krystal. "No, you have more class and no big fake tits." True not all porn stars had fake tits, but it was the majority of the industry and still true she did have more class than any he had ever seen. "She can make a guy salivate on her own." [d] KrystalFlake: "Who's Sasha?" Color her curious since Alex brought it up. Besides it would be fun to tag team guys at a bar and watch them salivate. It was an amusing prospect to say the least. She'd heard it several times in regards to her name, which is why at one time she went by her middle name Neci or her nickname Snow. "Infantry, special forces, seals.. All things that can be listed without being mission specific." She smiled and shook her head at the more class and no fake tits comment. "You don't need big tits to get a guy to stare at them. It's in their nature to look and check it out regardless of size." She grinned and looked over at Alex before looking at Connor. "Oh hun I can make them do more than salivate, but that's neither here nor there." And Alex new what she was talking about. [d] Alex Vipond: "The two of them, light and dark, and hard core...." He shrugged. "And Sasha's last name is Gray." Granted it was spelled differently but still. He looked back at Krystal. "Detective, homicide, Seattle PD." He nodded. "She cuffed me once." yes, he grinned. "Thought for sure I was gonna lose Meghan over that perp walk, fortunately she missed it. She was on the phone around the side of the building." KrystalFlake: "Was it good for you?" She laughed and bit the cherry off the stem and tossed the stem onto a napkin that was on the bar. "I think it would take an act of God to separate you and Meghan." Though with Cas involved that wasn't completely unlikely was it? "Well, you'll have to introduce me to her and I'll ask if she can cuff me for fun." Snickering, Krystal had been in cuffs before, but she never did the walk of shame! [d] Ghastly Specter: "Yes, but natural tits are much more enjoyable or at least they are to me." He shifted lightly to get comfortable and finally sunk down into a chair since it was a relax group at this point. He took the moment to listening to the two of them although he did pull a chair out for Krystal although he would prefer holding her in his arms, but wouldn't just up and get her. After all he is a male and every seven seconds sex comes to the foremind, just ask Alex! "Hmm, cuffed by a female that sound slike could be rather... entertaining." [d] Alex Vipond: Alex merely pointed at Connor and nodded. The man had a point, and Alex agreed, but he responded verbally to Krystal. "It would take at least that. And I'll see if she and Mars can come around this week end." He looked back at Connor. "It wasn't as fun as it could have been. She was taking me in to question me on a case." He lifted a hand. "For the record, it was not me...." KrystalFlake: "No I'm sure you are guilty of a lot of things that don't require cuffs though." Grinning she winked. The offer of the chair at the bar she pulled the edge of it and slid up into the seat, leaning her elbow on the counter. "It all depends on what you consider entertainment." Krystal wasn't restraining anyone that didn't need to be generally. Need was completely situational of course. "I'd like to meet her. Also probably should ask Mars about those cameras he was interested in." Man did not need armed security in the least, but cameras were more of what he had shown an interest in. Breaking people in half seemed to be in his skill set. [d] Ghastly Specter: He grinned towards Alex with a bit of a laugh. "Well true it would depend upon the manner which you are being taken." He glanced over towards Krystal with an easy smile and made a gesture towards Nate for a round of shots for the the three of them. What would it be? Whatever it was Alex got a round of earlier! [d] Alex Vipond: "Yeah, he could use some of that at his place." Weird shit tended to erupt at odd times. "I actually haven't seen Sasha since Italy..." he contemplated that for a good while. The day Mars proposed to her, in point of fact. "huh..." He shook his head and then looked to Connor and nodded his thanks. That was some damned fine scotch he was springing for. KrystalFlake: Midori and scotch? Ugh those two did not sound like a good idea. Hopefully Nate was smart enough to pick something that would go with beer, midori and scotch. "Well, maybe she's deep under cover." Her hand made a slide down motion toward the floor as she said it. Only a half serious look on her face. "Well, it's a garage and you never know what kind of cars he's got sitting in it after all." Hey it could be Alex's Benz or someone elses ride. Didn't matter sometimes theives were idiots. Of course being what he was she was sure that there were other reasons he could use them she just wasn't saying that out in the middle of the company they were in. He was human as far as she could tell and that meant he wasn't playing their game of secret squirrel. [d] Ghastly Specter: Could be worse say like Midori and Souther Comfort or Yukon Jack. For now he simply listened to the two of them chit chat it up although he did shift to be a bit closer to Krystal. [d] Alex Vipond: Alex sipped his scotch and watched as Connor moved himself into position for a set down. Then again... she might be hungry. Glancing around, he took in the sights and sounds of a pool hall in full swing on a Friday evening. Pulling his phone, he sent off a text to Meghan. He wasn't pining.... Okay so maybe a little. After all it had been a good twelve hours since he'd seen her. That was a long time in his book. KrystalFlake: Hungry? Not at the moment, she noticed Connor moving closer, but didn't say anything about it. "I think I am going to go see the next Fast movie tomorrow. The Rock and Vin blowing things up and car chases is always a good time." Hey lets go with normal topics here. [d] Alex Vipond: "You've seen one, you've seen them all. It's like Nightmare on Elmstreet, or Final Destination. They really should have stopped at one." He shrugged. "Jaws, too, for that matter. That last one sucked ass." He sipped his scotch and eyed his phone. Ghastly Specter: "You see it for Rock and Vin, I'll see it for the females holding their own." He grinned towards Krystal. Krystal just went up a few more notches in his book for like the Fast movies. [d] KrystalFlake: "Alex, you don't go to these movies for their plot and stellar acting abilities. You go to be entertained by things blowing up, people being eaten or killed. It's really that simple. I mean honestly." She smiled and drank down the rest of the midori.. Sliding off the stool she hopped to her feet. "Alright I have to run. You boys have fun and stay out of trouble." Turning toward the bar she did the round up signal for Nate so he'd bring back her credit card and ID. "I'll come by the house tomorrow and we can discuss your inadequate security and porn stars." [d] Alex Vipond: "You do that." He chuckled. If the shop was secure, the house was the Langley. Wasn't no one getting in that didn't belong without being torn a new ass. "I'm just not much of a flash bang, shoot em up sort, though I will admit I loved the hell out of the first two Die Hard movies. The third.... Naw. They fucked it up and I didn't even bother with the recent one." Alex shrugged. Maybe he was the odd man out on it, but he really didn't see the point of Halloween 20, or any of those long running slasher, action, shoot em ups. In the end it was all the same, all about the explosions and nothing behind it to allow it to stand on its own. Ghastly Specter: Well enough spending money, he did need to get an apartment after all so paid for the beer and round before giving a nod towards Alex and made his way out. [d] Alex Vipond: The nod was returned and Alex watched the man go, then looked back at his phone. With Connor leaving and Krystal gone, that left Alex alone at the bar. He checked his phone, then looked over at Nate and waved his glass at him, before draining it and setting it on the bar for the man to refill it. Meghan Vipond: It wasn't long before Meghan would arrive. Once she parked, she made her way inside. Upon entry, she removed the helmet from her head. It had been awhile since she had taken the bike out for a ride. But now that the weather wasn't quite as cold, she felt she could take it out for a spin. Of course... she wore the typical attire that came with riding as it was habit. Black boots, black leather jacket, tee shirt. Though... Meghan managed to find a pair of jeans where the back of them was jean material and the front was leather. It was like...wearing chaps but better. Smile flashed to her better half as she spotted him at the bar. "Drinking your sorrows away because you miss me that much?" she teased. [d] Alex Vipond: He damned near dropped the glass as she walked in and he did a double take, the appreciation in his eyes apparent. "Well, now that you mention it..." He grinned at her and straightened from his lean, arm going around her waist as she neared and he pulled her in close, hugging her, inhaling her sent before he planted a gentle kiss to her lips that bore promise for later. Meghan Vipond: She smirked as she reached the bar, set the helmet aside just as his arm snaked around her waist. She was hugged closer to his form and she gravitated to him with ease. Her arms wrapping about his neck. "MMmmm... " came the soft sound through a smile as her cheek brushed his before she pulled back in time for that kiss. Meghan kissed back, lingering there for a long moment before it ended. "What's the occasion?" she asked as she looked to his drink and then back to him with an arch of brow. [d] Alex Vipond: "Nothing major. Thought maybe we could have some folks over tomorrow. Do a barbecue, wash Gus..." He chuckled. "I decided to get one of those RV scrubbers that you hook the hose to, we can wash him out on the court. Should be warm enough tomorrow." He couldn't not smile as he regarded her. "And what about you? Feeling the bite of spring are we?" Meghan Vipond: "Sounds like fun. And what folks?" she asked as she settled in closer to him, debating on a seat or maybe makinghis sit and use him for her seat instead. Meghan chuckled about the whole thing with Gus. "Its going to take that and then some I think when it comes to a bath for him." she replied. She glanced to Nate. "Scotch please?" Nate gave a nod and set her up with a drink before going back to other duties. When Alex posed his question, she gave a shrug of shoulders. "Its warmer...so I don't see why not. Though,... I'd rather feel the bite of you..." She gave a mock bite towards him in a play full way. Then took up her scotch. [d] Alex Vipond: "I invited Bren and Krystal, I want to invite Mars and Sasha, and your Dad...." He paused. "Not sure Nicolette would come. I think Frank is still on the wanting to see me chopped to bits side of the fence and I can't blame him." His lips curved up at her comment about his biting her. "Well I think that can be arranged." His hand drifted down to her ass, his thumb hooking through her belt loop as his fingers splayed downward. "Some dude came into the studio last night, into my office, tried to sell himself as a security specialist after pissing me off. He was in here earlier. Left shortly before you came in. Not sure what to make of him. I did hire Bren to do part time front end though. Danny sucks at phone and we really are getting tired of rotating desk duty. I just didn't want to advertise you know, what with all the weird shit we got going on." He kept his voice low as he explained, but his eyes moved over the room before resting back on Meghan. Meghan Vipond: Meghan nodded as she listened. She sort of frowned when he mentioned Nicole and Frank. "Yeah... I think they just need time for themselves first. Maybe if they get things sorted between them, everything else will fall into place." When his hand drifted down to her ass, she purposely seem to poke it out a bit more and press it more firmly against his hand. He spoke of some dude and brows arched. "Yeah? And Bren? Things are slow at the shop for her I guess?" Meg asked as she sipped her scotch. "And yeah... advertising can have its pros and cons and considering our situation... its likely to be more cons." [d] Alex Vipond: "It's been a long time since they've seen each other." He shook his head at her comment about Bren. "No, she just wants to change things up a bit, work less at the shop, so she doesn't get burned out on it. I know how I would feel if that ever happened to me." He nodded, the press of her ass into his hand saw his hand pressing her closer to him, fingers giving a little grope. "And we don't need more cons." He nodded. "The thing at the TV station this morning went well. Felt like I had a ton of make up on. It doesn't seem so heavy on stage, but then that could be me sweating it off..." he shrugged. "Felt like my face would crack if I smiled." Meghan Vipond: Meghan nodded. "Yeah. And With Bren... I can understand that." she replied. Another sip of her drink taken then. His pulling her closer and the groping had her leaning in and whispering. "Careful... or I'll have to have you right here on the bar top..." she teased. She lingered and then pulled back as he mentioned the TV event. "That and you're more into the performance than having to think of answers for questions." she replied. [d] Alex Vipond: "I know these promo spots are necessary, and that everyone's excited that a 'local' boy is 'making it big', but I feel like the prize winner in the dog and pony show. Trot me out here, show me off there. Turn this way, smile, no, look serious...." He shook his head and gave a little self deprecating laugh. "It's kind of fucking crazy when you think about it." Meghan Vipond: Meghan gave a small smile. She understood what he meant. "Its all part of the gig babe. If you want to do well, got to put yourself out there. And the better you do, the more popular you become. The more popular you become, more demands will be made. People, once they get a taste of something good... naturally, you want more of it." She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then to the spot beneath his ear. "Just have to roll with it unless you decide you don't want it anymore." Hand on his waist to steady herself. [d] Alex Vipond: His eyes closed and he leaned into the kisses she bestowed. "Oh I want it. I want to get it all out there, as much as I can, while I can." Setting his glass down, he slid his now free hand to her hip, fingers slipping up under her jacket. "It's going to be a very long time before we can even contemplate doing something like this again. I want to make sure I do as much as I can now, while I can." Meghan Vipond: A hand slid up and down his side, the other stayed at his waist. Kisses trailed down to his jaw. She paused briefly to reply. "I know you want it. You've wanted it for a while now." she whispered. Then trailed kissed down the sideof his neck. With what he said last, she nodded. Breathing hot whispered words against his skin. "I know." [d] Alex Vipond: If she kept that up, she'd be the one planted on the bar top. As it was, he was looking around the room, looking for a darkened corner. "Baby..." He breathed out as teased him with her breath, her lips. "I need you, in more ways than I can count." He pressed his forehead to hers, hands sliding up her back, and down again to rest on her hips. "Before we have the barbecue, I want to go to the animal shelter. See if we can't find a kitten, like you wanted. Black with bright eyes. Thumpy could probably use some company that isn't a thousand times his size." Yes, think of kittens and barbecues and washing the dog instead of the way her lips felt against your skin. Meghan Vipond: Just maybe she was feeling... bold tonight. And there was a restroom. "Need me?" she asked with a small smile while lips were pressed to skin. "And just how might you need me?" she was being bad. "A kitten?" she asked. "I think that sounds like a good idea." she added. Her hands now having inched up beneath his shirt, but rested there at his waist for now. [d] Alex Vipond: Sucking in a breath, he glanced around, then swatted her ass. "Off with you. I'll be right behind you." He'd give it a few minutes. Or try to, before he followed her, but it was going to be a very, very long three minutes. Two sounded better. Yeah. He lifted his glass and drained it, then looked back at her. "Hurry." Meghan Vipond: Meghan smirked as he swatted her ass. She pulled back and softly laughed. She drained her glass, set it on the bar and told Nate she would be back for a refill. He nodded and went back to wiping clean the glasses and organizing the bottles. Meghan excused herself then and headed towards the bathroom around the corner. She did make good use of it before washing her hands after business was done, and then was primping in the mirror as she waited. [d] Alex Vipond: "Set us up another round, will you Nate." Alex smiled to him, dropped a healthy tip on the bar, and then wandered off after Meghan. He glanced back over his shoulder, down the hall, before he knocked on the door and stepped in. He grinned at her as he moved over to wrap his arms around her from behind. "Feel like I should be singing 'You've Lost That Loving Feeling', or some shit." He chuckled, before his lips found her throat, kissing raining along her skin. Meghan Vipond: As she was primping, the knock sounded and then the door opened before he stepped in. She turned to face him and smirked. "Why do you say that?" she asked as she turned, leaned heavily against him while his arms wrapped around her. Head canted, letting his continue with the assault on her throat. She chuckled. Meghan was trying to shrug out of her jacket and laid it across the long counter top of the bathroom sink. [d] Alex Vipond: "Just feels like something out of Top Gun." He laughed quietly, then let go of her for a moment, to back step and lock the bathroom door, before moving toward her again. He slipped his arms around her once more, cradling her to him, before his fingers tugged at her t-shirt and slipped beneath it. His lips moved along her jaw and down her throat as he started tugging the t-shirt up. Meghan Vipond: Meghan snickered. "So which one are you? Maverick or Iceman?" she teased. Didn't mention goose because well... Goose dies. His fingers were soon tugging at her shirt... hers doing the same with his. Head leaned back as to expose her throat more for him. Whatever he wanted to do with her shirt... she was going to let him. [d] Alex Vipond: He shrugged out of his jacket, then stripped her shirt off, tossing both onto the counter in turn. His hands moved over her skin as his lips moved lower, over her shoulder, down across her collar bone, over the swell of her breast. His fingers teased along the edge of her bra, before sliding around behind her to unhook it and send it off with the rest of the growing pile of clothing. Meghan Vipond: She was down to her bra and jeans and boots... he was down to his jeans and shoes. She bit at her lower lip as he continued to kiss and lick over fevered skin. A low, soft sound emitted from barely parted lips. Especially when he got down to those nice round perky breasts. She knew she should have worn a skirt or something and came on the Benz instead. Damn it... she thought. Her hands were moving to the button and zipper of his jeans, undoing them both. [d] Alex Vipond: It seemed they were of like minds in that regard as his own hands moved down to her jeans, the button popped, the zipper slid down, and then he was tugging and shifting to get her out of them. His lips curved up as he leaned back a bit, a shake of his head given to get his hair out of his face. "You have a knack for making me feel like a horny teenager, you know that?" He smiled, and then looked down, "Fuck..." her boots. He laughed, then looked toward the door as if expecting to be busted at any moment, and slid his hands down her legs to strip her boots off. Meghan Vipond: Meghan and he did seem to be of alike mind, but given circumstances, weren't they? She was tugging and pushing his pants down as he did the same with hers before pausing...Brows arched "Yes baby, we're working on that..." she replied, then smirked as his hands were busy sliding down her legs and helping her out of her boots. She helped as much as she could. She was laughing a little to. "Hey... its not completely my fault you know? If you weren't so damn sexy... I wouldn't want to have you naked and ...yeah..." she added. [d] Alex Vipond: "Completely your fault." He nodded. "I can't resist you. Never have been able to." Her boots hit the floor over his shoulder and her jeans weren't far behind. Redacted
Meghan Vipond: Meghan leaned into him as he did her. She was grinning from ear to ear of course. "And this... this was just to keep us sane until we get home...." she teased. Nipping at his shoulder. [d] Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he nuzzled his face into hers, a slow nod given. "I can easily see us getting arrested at some point, for indecent exposure or lewd public acts." He lifted his head to look into her eyes. "But hey, as long as they put us in the same cell, I'm down with that. We could be disorderly behind bars as much as anywhere else." Meghan Vipond: Meghan nodded and laughed before leaning in and kissing him tenderly. "I know we will at some point." she replied. "We should probably get dressed before Nate gets suspicious." she replied. "And that's kind of kinky...locked up in a cell together. But unless you convince them otherwise, I don't think they would do that...." she added after a moment with a chuckle. [d] Alex Vipond: "I think I could make them see it my way." He chuckled and slowly eased from her, with a slight hiss and a grimace. He hated that part. Really. He kissed her again as he stepped back, legs still a little Jell-O like, and he started sifting through the clothes, offering Meghan's to her, before sliding into his own. "That ought to tide us over for oh, half an hour." He smirked, the smirk turning into a full blown grin as he regarded her. Meghan Vipond: "I don't doubt that..." she replied with a laugh. She kissed back and as clothes were handed to her, she dressed. "You can go out first... I'll give it a few minutes and follow behind you. I'll get that last drink and... we can head home. Should give us enough time to break and get ready for round two." she said with a chuckle. [d] Alex Vipond: Laughing, he nodded, leaning against the counter to put his sneaks back on, before plucking up his jacket. He leaned over and kissed her again, eyes caressing her face as he leaned back. "I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, that my life would never be the same." Pushing from his lean on the counter, he moved toward the door and unlocked it, before looking back at her. He just stared at her for a long moment with that smile on his face, before he stepped out and headed back down the hall to the main room, with a little extra spring in his step. Meghan Vipond: Meghan chuckled as she sat back a moment, watching him for a few minutes as he dressed. She leaned forward for the kiss and then smiled with his words. "I can't remember what it was like before I met you, but now? I can't imagine my life without you." she replied, watched as he moved off and then exited. She finished dressing... primped... and then faked a call with the phone to her ear as she came out and rejoin the others a few minutes later. Playing it off as having been on the whole time. [d] Alex Vipond: Fortunately, she wouldn't have to. Alex would not allow it to be. When she came out, Alex was leaning once more against the bar, drink in hand, and Meghan's on the bar in her spot. Anyone watching them who was even half observant and not drunk would know precisely what they'd done, but Alex really didn't care. He was happy, she was happy, life was good, and that was what mattered. "Got you a fresh drink, Baby." He smiled to her, and then took another sip of his own. Meghan Vipond: She hung up the phone and slipped it into her pocket before moving in and taking up her glass. She leaned in for a kiss and then took a healthy swallow of her drink and smiled. "Mmmm.. that's good." she mumbled a bit. "I think once I finish this off, we should head home. Especially since we have a busy day ahead of us." she offered. "Get a little rest in at some point tonight..." said with a smirk as she cut her eyes softly toward him. [d] Alex Vipond: His arm slid around her as she slid in for that kiss, and stayed there as she sipped her drink. "I think you're right. A good night's rest before a busy day makes all the difference in the world." He nodded. He didn't plan on getting up too early. He planned on keeping her up late. "What do you want to do first tomorrow?" He paused. "After that." Meghan Vipond: She relaxed against him and continued to sip until there was nothing left to savor. All between remarks of course. "I agree and I don't know. I guess we can just see what happens and what we're in the mood for?" She slid the empty glass to Nate. Looking back to Alex. "I'm going to get a head start... see you at home soon?" she asked. She'd see Nate was given a nice tip and then stole a kiss from her husband before taking up the helmet to head outside. There, she mounted the bike, put on the helmet and started the engine up before heading off. [d] Alex Vipond: "I will be two steps behind you." He smiled, gave her a kiss, and then watched her walk out as he finished off his drink. Then he was giving Nate a wave and following after his wife.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jun 10, 2013 22:06:30 GMT -8
KrystalFlake: Krystal had a nice quiet evening after her run out by the pier and having a nice chat with Alex. Right now she was sitting at the bar looking at her iPad and flipping through emails. A glass of Blue Moon sitting in front of her with the orange slice submerged floating just above the bottom of the glass. A heel was hooked on the rung of the chair and the other was crossed over her thigh. Black hair curtained either side of her face as she looked down. Faux snake skin pants and a black sleeveless shirt worn. It was a very rock and roll kind of night. Then again she'd spent the majority of her day crawling around a dirty factor in jeans, tee shirt and work boots. She'd had to scrub dirt and who knew what else of her once she got home. Now it was time to relax. [d]
Ghastly Specter: Things had been looking up for Connor as of late and with that brighter outlook he was in the mood to celebrate a little although he still wished he had a friend around, but it wouldn't get him down. The booted feet in the ever nice and shiny black combat boots leading his way inside the pool hall. The stubble upon his face shaven away as well, something he'd been needing to do as of late anyway. A roll of papers within his hand as he wore a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt to boot. Those brown eyes of his looking around and catching sight of Krystal brightening his already cheery mood. He made his way on over to Krystal with a smile. "Mind if I join you?" [d]
KrystalFlake: Krystal glanced up from the tablet lying on the bar and tucked her hair behind her ear. "It's a free country." A smile came with the words so that he knew she wasn't being a smart ass. Whether he wanted to sit or not was entirely up to him. She didn't own the place. Right now she was just relaxing and reading over emails. Business was picking up for her in smaller jobs here and there. The flexibility of being an independent contractor really helped her out. All she had to do was shift money around when she was doing things or hiring people that weren't completely on the legal side of things. Reaching for the beer in front of her she took a drink and waved to Nate and asked for a menu so that she could order something to eat. Food was a good distraction at times. [d]
Ghastly Specter: The papers within his hand were set down upon the bar as he slipped onto a stool to sitting beside Krystal with an easy going smile. A familiar face was definitely helping in the brightening of his day at the moment. Not that he needed the help, but regardless it was a nice feeling. He made a motion towards Nate for a a beer and a Fast Eddie. He glanced over towards Krystal even as he smoothed the papers out in front of him to reading them over for a moment prior to him speaking up to the brunette beauty. "How was your day?" [d]
KrystalFlake: "I spent the majority of the day crawling around a dirty factory that's being refitted for other purposes and I am in charge of installing the new security system. Hopefully it is adequate for the intended purpose of the building." She smirked and took another drink of the Blue Moon, looking down at the menu that Nate slid in front of her so that she could decide what it was that she wanted to eat. She wasn't big on eating a lot of food, but bar food held a special place in her heart. Nothing like greasy food and beer to bring up a little nostalgia right? If he was waiting for her to ask about the papers she wasn't any more likely to ask than she was to offer up information voluntarily about the emails she was reading. They just didn't know each other well enough for her to want to know. [d]
Ghastly Specter: Nope he wasn't going to ask about the emails and he didn't even bother trying to read whatever was on her screen for it wasn't any of his business. Actually he gave a grin at mentioning of the security system and just gave a small nod of his head towards her. Those eyes of his intent on watching her body language than anything else although he was sidetracked by the arrival of his beer which he lifted to taking a deep drink of, damn beer was refreshing after a long day of getting things in order. "Amazingly sounds like a fun and entertaining day." A smile given so she knew he wasn't being sarcastic or a smart ass too. [d]
KrystalFlake: "It keeps me busy and I am good at it. Just roughing out where things are going. I'll bring my crew in when I am done so they can install it all." She ordered the loaded fries that were on the menu and slid it back to Nate before he walked off. "I don't do it for fun, I do it because I enjoy my work and getting paid for it doesn't hurt either." A shoulder shrugged slightly. Some people hated their jobs even if they were good at them, some of them loved their jobs and were lousy at them. It really was a balance when it came to work. [d]
Ghastly Specter: "Well in a way you do for it fun and getting paid for it is the icing on the cake so to speak. Anyhow you have a card? I'll be needing you to come by sometime for security nothing seriously high end, but that be once finish some final paperwork up. Either this going to go really good like I hope or it's going to take a nose dive, but the ride should be entertaining." He smiled as he grasped his beer to lifting it up and taking another drink while watching Krystal. Maybe she'll drop some prices with the subtle hint as well as details of general packages or something of use. [d]
KrystalFlake: She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a silver business card case that had a snowflake etched into it. Popping it open she took a card out and offered it over to him. It had her name on the front of it and below her name independent security consultant. A Las Vegas area code on the number as well as her email address. Up in the top left corner was an iridescent snowflake in shades of blue that shifted in color as you tilted the card. "Call me when you want me to take a look at it. I don't maintain a website for my clients’ privacy, but I'm sure I could accommodate whatever it is that you are in need of." Krystal wasn't a package deal kind of person and prices varied based on need so she never quoted anything till she looked at where she would be working. [d]
Ghastly Specter: A small nod given towards Krystal as he took the card and slipped it into his wallet after taking that out which went back to the back pocket. "Got a business and home all in one so need to protect the place. Garage and of course will be offering towing services as well. Not sure what all is needed, but will need something to protect myself as well as any potential clients as well as eventually any employees down the line. I'll give you a call on that once everything is settled. can't wait to get the hell outta my motel room." He gave a shudder as if the thought of anymore time was torture itself. Himself turning towards the Fast Eddie that had beend elivered to him. Something about cajun food always made even his worse days better, perhaps it was those cajun roots he had. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex parked that murdered out Benz and slid from the car. Taking the time to study the lot, he stepped back and left, closing the door once he was clear of it. Keys in hand, he started across the lot. The usual jeans and t-shirt were absent today. Today he was dressed in a black on black suit. He'd had a meeting, one that required a bit more formality. As he stepped away from the car and crossed the lot, he gave another glance around, and then he was pulling the door open. His shades were pulled off as he stepped inside, and dropped into the side pocket of his suit coat. Krystal was noted, along with Connor and he headed their way.
KrystalFlake: Krystal tapped the screen to close out her email and locked the device before sliding it into the messenger back that was on the bar beside her. The silver case was also slipped back into her pocket. "I don't deal in small arms, but I could always get you in touch with someone that does if you are looking for protection. I provide more monitoring type services." She'd helped people find body guards and bouncers, but she stayed out of weapons. That was a harder life than she wanted and or needed. Too many ex-somethings in that life that had questionable morals that she didn't want to deal with on a regular basis. [d]
Ghastly Specter: Due to the way he was seated he was able to see Alex out of his periphereal(sp?) line of sight and gave the guy a nod of greeting. Than the attention turning back towards Krystal with a small chuckle. "No, don't want to get into the whole weapon thing. That'll probably just cause any potential problems to become worse and I don't need to be getting into that. Just want simple protection through a security system and you are the woman to go to it seems." Casually pulls up a stool for Alex to join them at the bar. "Hey Alex, how are things going?" [d]
Alex Vipond: Stopping next to Krystal, he nodded in return to Connor. "Quite well, and yourself?" The knee length suit coat parted as Alex rested his elbow on the back of Krystal's stool, the brocade vest beneath it gave way to the ever present chain that ran from his belt loop back to his wallet. Alex looked over at Nate and nodded, "Scotch, neat," and then he looked back at Connor, before looking at Krystal. "What's the skinny?"
KrystalFlake: She turned in her seat a bit so she could look at the man that smelled like sex walking around. You know how she managed not to try and eat him was probably a testament to the fact that they were friends. "Well, don't you look fancy today." She reached up and pet one of the lapels and gave him the once over. "I cleaned up after getting filthy nasty crawling around a warehouse today. What have you been up to slick?" Because it wasn't that often you found him in clothes that were outside of the jeans and tee style. Nate slid the plate of loaded fries in front of her and she took the rolled silverware that was in the napkin and peeled back the paper that was holding it rolled up so that she could get at the fork inside. You don't think she was going to go at that mess with her fingers do you? [d]
Ghastly Specter: Sandwich was finished off as well as his beer with him pulling out the money needed to paying for his meal and drink which was given over to Nate the enxt time he came by. A tip was also tossed into it as he flicked the paperwork to signing the last page than turning back towards the duo of Krystal and Alex to listen to the two of them. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Had a meeting." He smirked. The fact that he bore an underlying smell of sex, well... You could blame that on the fact that he was French born. He did. And he wouldn't begin to think she'd use her fingers for that greasy mess of fries. There were times when he wished he could just.... Then again he'd not really tried to. Not recently. The one time he had, it hadn't ended well. "Well look at it this way, it could be worse. Could be sewers or catacombs. Don't know which would be worse, actually...." He'd have to think on that one. The stench of human waste or human death... hmmm.
KrystalFlake: Taking a bite from the fork she scrunched up her nose at the thought of mucking around in a sewer. She'd take the catacombs definitely. At least the filth was mostly contained in the walls and a lot of the bodies were concealed in some way. "Yeah, what kind of meeting that you had to get all fancy?" Krystal could have blamed his scent on Meghan you know. Cause well... Alex was enamored with her and if they didn't have an active... Love life than Krystal was a monkey's uncle. Which would just make things awkward wouldn't it? The fork rest on the edge of the plate and she picked up the Blue Moon she was drinking. If she saw Alex eat and hold down a mess of chili, fries and cheese with whatever else was thrown on there she was going to be caught between being impressed and checking him for a pulse. [d]
Ghastly Specter: Well he had things to get finished up like getting keys to the new place so he gave each of the duo a small nod of goodbye after making sure Nate got the money for his meal and made his exit from the pool hall. [d]
Alex Vipond: It wasn't a pulse she'd have to check him for. Fever maybe. And Meghan and he had no issues, what so ever. His gaze strayed down the hall toward the restrooms, and kind of lingered there a moment, before he shook himself back to the here and now. "Oh, meeting, yes. Just some big wigs to deal with. Nothing major." The occasional kiss the ring session, was pretty much what it amounted to. The PTBs wanted to make sure Alex was in fact, behaving himself and not out to cause ruination amongst their kind.
KrystalFlake: Krystal gave a waggle of fingers to Connor as he decided to leave. Eat and run! It would probably be weirder for him to have a fever than to have a pulse. I mean after feeding it was possible to get those organs jump started. "Sounds like a grand time. You get to look all fancy, say yes sir, nor sir... Everything is going well with the record and my manager is handling the tour dates?" She laughed and shook her head picking up the fork to take another bite of the food that was there in front of her. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Pretty much." He gave a nod and a wave to Connor and then slid around Krystal's stool to pick up his scotch and take a drink. And Alex was well fed, even if he was bottle fed. He kept up a good, healthy diet. Kept him from getting hungry. Hungry was never what one wanted to see in his kind.
KrystalFlake: "I just have to speak Guido." Yeah well if he didn't understand what that meant he hadn't been paying attention in their conversations about the people that she worked with on a regular basis. "Or Neanderthal, that comes up quite a bit. Especially when dealing with men who have a low opinion of women." She rolled her eyes and unhooked her heel from the rung so that she could turn to face him a bit better and lean an elbow on the bar. "I think you should get some of those shrunken heads and hang them up in the studio before the guys come in one day." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I'm sure you speak Guido well, so long as no one ties your hands." He smirked and planted his ass on the vacated seat. "So the business is doing well. That's good." He took a sip of his scotch and then set the glass back down on the bar. "And no word from Arianna?" That was a shame, actually. "I seem to have lost touch with a number of folks recently."
KrystalFlake: "I don't need my hands.. Skin on skin is easier, but I have some mojo." She laughed because while it wasn't like Alex's compulsion it was similar in a closer proximity. Her lips quirked to one side and she shook her head. "Nothing more than a text saying she'd make it up to me. Still haven't seen her though. I said she knew where to find me." A shoulder rolled again in a shrug. Nothing she could do about it. Arianna was her own person. "It seems that happens from time to time. Hopefully people are just busy and will peek back in when they have the chance. Life happens." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yeah. With things the way they've been recently though, I tend to wonder. I mean, hell we had people kidnapped left and right for a while, and then just plain weirdness." Zombie apocalypse anyone? So very not fun. "I have no reason to suspect anyone has run afoul of anything."
KrystalFlake: "People get busy in their lives. Maybe if you are wondering where they are you could shoot them a text or an email?" I mean the modern technogadet world that they lived in it was almost impossible to stay completely off the grid for any length of time. Seeing a few new faces wouldn't hurt any as far as she was concerned. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, I think I will do that." Even as he spoke he was pulling his phone, and firing off a text to Mars. "Most likely he's just making plans, since he just proposed to Sasha a month ago." It would be nice to know for certain, however. "Though by all rights, if something had befallen him, I would have known." That bond thing.
KrystalFlake: She didn't know they were bonded, but the comment was enough to give her the idea that they were. "Weddings can be all consuming. I've only seen a few people go through it and I am not sure if I would just rather hit a justice of the peace. I mean honestly in my situation it might be best not to have a priest or a church go up in flames." She snickered at that. Krystal wasn't being on testing the theory. She could go in a church and so far no crosses had combusted around her. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Meghan and I got hitched in Vegas the first time. We had all these plans for Hawaii going on," he dropped his phone back into his pocket, "and due to certain circumstances, decided a trip to Vegas was in order. So we technically have two anniversary dates." He smirked. "We've been committed, twice."
Phoenix Saga: Recent's events had not gone to well for poor little Jane when scolded by her leader for lack of her report. Only saving grace was being ''bugged' so her superior could record what was going on around her, even if she was unaware of it herself. Her hand absently mindly rubbing over her chest where her leader have slamed a blade in two days prior. Soft sigh escaped her lips as she wraped her red jacket around herself and walked along, coming to pass by a pass by a pool hall. She thought maybe some music or a game of ...something in there could take her mind off of things so she shifted her momentum and would carry herself on inward. Deep ice blue eyes would peek in from the door, long mane of red hair falling down her face which she had to brush aside to see clearly. She moved from the door and walked a little bit inside, only stopping to look around as if lost or wondering what to do. -fin-
KrystalFlake: "I suppose at this rate the only way you are getting me committed is in a mental institution." Ha! She grinned and washed down the last bite of the fries with her beer and slid the pilsner glass in Nate's direction with a wave of her fingers to let him know that she wanted another one. "Now you have double the reason to celebrate or an excuse to go on a trip to celebrate." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Hey, they have good drugs there." He smirked. One of these days his smart assedness would get him in trouble. Next thing you know, TMZ and Perez Hilton would be laying claims that he was a strung out, junkie. Because don't you know all musicians have to do drugs. It's in the job description. God forbid there should be one actually clean. "Yeah I think we'll leave in December for the first one and stay gone until after the second one in January. Take a month long anniversary trip each year." It sounded good to him. He could definitely use a month of Meghan, undisturbed by the outside world.
Phoenix Saga: She she try a drink or not she wondered. The last time things got a bit messy but perhaps she could learn to work on that. She stilled had her little sketch book, taking it everywhere she went incase she got a burst of sudden inspiration, or there was something that caught her eyes and she wanted to draw down on paper immediately. Nothing more then pink walking sneakers, faded blue jeans and a Hello Kitty bright pink t shirt was all she wore today along with her red jacket. She wandered further inside over to the pool tables and dart boards. Looking to see if there was anything else beside these two things to play and the juke box or whatever device would be playing music in here. Cautiously watching those around her and seeing how the patrons acted in this part of town. -fin-
Alex Vipond: Alex glanced over at the girl who was acting as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. After a moment he looked back at Krystal. "We got Thumpy a play mate that won't drool all over him. Or, maybe more to the point, we got Gus another kitty to drool all over...." He scowled a bit, contemplating that, and then brightened. "But hey, they'll grow up with him so they won't know the difference and he's tolerating them quite well."
KrystalFlake: "Well, if anyone would have the inside track on these things." Mostly just due to his age not his experiences with the actual drugs. Alex was just a well-rounded guy right? And hey wouldn't it just be an awesome stunt to sell picks to TMZ and then use it as free publicity? Alex caught screwing brunette in bathroom at random place. "Hey that sounds like an awesome plan to me. I'd love to take a month long vacation with no work involved." Hell who wouldn't? "Cats and dogs living together. Reefer madness!" She laughed and picked up the new beer that Nate passed over. "Does he pick them up and treat them like his own?" She'd seen some bigger dogs even male ones start playing momma to little creatures. [d]
Alex Vipond: "You trying to say I've been to the funny farm?" One brow rose as he regarded her, but the smirk still tugged at his lips. "No but he does bathe them. Which, after the fact you could probably glue them to the wall...." He shrugged.
KrystalFlake: "Well, you ain’t right in the head so it's possible." She grinned at him and tipped the Blue Moon to her lips. Soggy kitties well that almost had her spitting the beer, fortunately she didn't. "Those poor cats. Honestly you are going to have to start making sure to supplement Gus's food with something that prevents hairballs." [d]
Target of Knives: The door opened and in strolled Rachel wearing a light blue t-shirt displaying Precious the kitten that read, 'Follow me...' on the front and 'I'm a bad influence.' on the back with old jeans that fit like a second skin and a pair of battered sneakers. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a single braid that swayed as she headed over to the bar to order her usual cranberry juice and ginger ale before she looked around for an available pool table. -d-
Phoenix Saga: She would relax a little and grab the white ball of the nearby pool table she was now standing by. Looking it over for a moment as to ascertain why the concept of knocking a ball into a hole with a wooden stick, or throw a pigskin ball into a circle attach to a board was so fun that people would actually pay to watch it. Very curious indeed and she then sat the ball down, placing her finger on top, in which she would give it a spin like she saw a tall man did with that sphere shaped pigskin ball. Though the ball in this case was kept down on the table and not suspended in the air by just the tip of a finger while it completed several full rotations on it axis. -fin-
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he nodded. "I'm surprised he doesn't swallow the kitten whole, but he's been very gentle. He goes easier on the cats than he does me." His gaze slid to the door again, a moment's contemplation had, before he looked back at Krystal. "And he is bigger than me, for the record."
KrystalFlake: "Well, we did confirm that you had a narrow ass so being bigger than you isn't a stretch." She laughed and leaned a bit away from him. Hey he left it open for her to say something. Krystal glanced over her shoulder at the newcomers, but wasn't shouting a hey y'all! Because honestly that was just weird and she wasn't drunk. So in order to avoid the crazy lady drinking at the bar label she just sort of checked out the scene and went back to her conversation. [d]
T C Beckwith: TC had picked up Abby and after a bit of a ride, headed for the pool hall. He did owe her a rematch on a game of pool, after all. Rolling into the lot, the vibration of that '48 panhead would likely be heard by all, might even rattle a few windows before he shut it down, and killed the gas. Rocking her over, he waited for Abby to slide off from behind him before swinging his leg over. They keys were pulled and slipped into his pocket, before he dragged a hand through his hair. "After you, Darlin'," TC smiled that dimpled grin as he gestured for her to precede him.
Target of Knives: Seeing a woman just playing with the cue ball on one of the tables, she took her drink over there and smiled. "Are you going to actually shoot some pool or could I have the table?" She did her best to ignore any quiet conversations that were going on in the room. Shifter hearing could be a nuisance at times. A quick sip of her drink was taken before she set it down on the rim of the table near one of the corner pockets. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked at her, and just because she leaned away, he took a deliberately missing swipe at the back of her head. Yes, no shouting at the patrons. It could get one 86d. He did sweep that suit coat off, and dropped it over the back of the bar stool, before he brushed his hair out of his eyes, only to have it fall back in. He shook his head; then tucked the offending locks back with a bit more determination.
Phoenix Saga: She let out a small eep at the sudden voice of the woman. Having been a little lost on spinning the ball and seeing how fast and long she could keep it going. It was the same with drawing, once she got into that zone, the world died all around her which had the habit of making random things startle her on occasion. She let go of the ball which sinned for five minutes before stopping and remaining still. "Oh yes yes, I am not use using the table. Feel free, for it be all yours." The girl shyly stammered up looking a little shaken but tried composing herself and focused on her relaxing methods. -fin-
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby had not been out in a while. She had become quite the recluse since her kidnapping. But even as she was getting better with things, she still had nightmares and was still leery when out in public. However, TC was one of few people she trusted and so when he had come by and asked her if she wanted to go out, she hadn't really wanted to. Leave it to the charming TC to get Abby to agree and coax her out with a ride on his bike. Bikes were her weakness. One of them at least. So when they reached the pool hall and parked, Abby climbed off and lingered as TC switched the engine off and dismounted. He gestured for her to lead the way and she would until she reached the door. There she lingered and waited for him. [d]
KrystalFlake: And because she couldn't resist she stuck her tongue out at him. See what happens when you leave yourself open to be picked on? Krystal was just a good natured person most of the time. Fairly friendly, but honestly she didn't have a lot of close friends. Alex was probably the closest thing to a friend she had in years that didn't have anything to do with feeding or fucking so that was actually something of a bonus. That was hard to come by considering what she was. "How's Meghan doing?" [d]
Target of Knives: The girl seemed shy and she wondered why a shy person would come to a pool hall in the first place but it wasn't her business. Her brown eyes were kind as she began digging balls out of the pockets and racking them at one end of the table. Choosing a cue stick, she chalked the tip with one of a few blue cubes that were laying around before bending over the table to break. A clean sharp hit sent the balls scattering. -d-
T C Beckwith: Blame the bike, blame the Texas charm, it didn't matter so long as he got her out of the house and out amongst the living again. He reached around her and pulled the door open, a few low words offered near her ear. "I'm right behind you, Shutter Bug." He smiled again as he held the door for her.
Alex Vipond: "Doing great. I want to take her out some place nice, maybe this week end. Maybe one of the islands, do that clam bake thing we never got around to doing before Christmas and the wedding and the tour...." Life had jumped up and grabbed hold of them. "We did get the kitten, and managed to find one just as she wanted. It was kind of hard to limit ourselves to one. They were all cute and it just tugs at you, seeing them caged like that."
KrystalFlake: The place was starting to fill up and it wasn't just a bunch of random humans that were entering the place. Krystal kept her own vibe close to the vest so to speak, but some types of energy were hard to ignore. Sipping from the glass those blue eyes started another survey of the crowd before then turned back on Alex. "Gives you practice for having kids? Except there are litter boxes, walks and massive amounts of drool that kids just doing have quite the same." She grinned and pulled her messenger bag on the bar a little closer since she wasn't familiar with really anyone that was in here. Okay call her untrusting or paranoid, but hey it kept your shit from being swiped didn't it? [d]
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby cut her eyes to him. Shutter bug? Really? She just smirked and shook her head before she moved in as he opened the door. Once inside, she lingered in place and when he was right behind her she looked up to him from over a shoulder with an arch of brow. "Drinks first?" she asked. She was pretty sure of that answer to come so she snickered and grabbed up his hand and tugged him toward the bar. She didn't see any familiar faces except one. However, he seemed busy and she wasn't going to interrupt. Instead, she gave Alex a little wave and a smile before she slipped up into a stool and then turned to face TC. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Ah, no we're not in kid mode." He shook his head. "Maybe, in a few years, after the touring and all, but right now...." He shook his head, and then looked to the door. A grin curved upward and he lifted a hand in greeting to the pair walking in. "Abby and TC, friends of mine."
T C Beckwith: "Always." He nodded, and followed as she tugged him toward the bar, a smirk tugging his lips upward. "Well damn, Darlin', a man might get the impression you're thirsty." He caught sight of Alex, and lifted his hand in response as Abby planted them at the bar. He didn't shout, but the nod given the man was greeting enough for now.
KrystalFlake: Looking over at the door she smiled to the pair walking in. She'd actually seen the man before, when someone woman was dancing outside of a coffee shop. "You know, I think we might have started you build it and they will come. Weren't we just talking about how you hadn't seen anyone in a while." She smiled at him with a slight shake of her head. People were coming out of the woodwork. Now all they needed was Meghan and Mars to show up next right? [d]
Alex Vipond: "I was." Alex chuckled. "The rule does seem to apply. The whole, speak of the devil and you're stepping on his tail." He picked up his glass and took a drink, then glanced around the room again to those over by the tables. "The shy one seems quite out of her element."
Phoenix Saga: She was shy by nature , an introvert which comes from being home schooled and having little to no interactions with the outside world did not help any. Social interactions were odd at first when she was let out into the real world and at the tender age of sixteen or what she posed as for that age, she had gotten use to being around others. Drawing always helped her to relax and escape into her own world until when she turned eighteen, where she developed enough to handle bigger crowds and social interactions more easily. Still, being touch by an angel didn't help matters any for her, nor did the blade to her chest for that matter. Price to be paid for blacking out on the job or task as it were. She would simply watch the older woman use the long stick on the different colored number spheres, studying how the game was played and analyzing her skill level and movements. Seemed simple enough, apply math, physics to the game to pinpoint velocity and trajectory of the white ball to the others, and one could determine the path the other spheres would follow. "Have you played this game many times before?" " She asked in a timid voice while observing her. -fin-
T C Beckwith: "I think you have no clue as to my propensity for drinking, and my ability to hold that which I drink." TC smirked and gestured to Nate. "Patron, bring the bottle, and leave it." He looked back at Abby. "This is where we separate the men from the .... girls." He chuckled.
KrystalFlake: "Shh, we don't want to invoke the actual devil around here. He might send me to my room for being good." She laughed and then Krystal looked at the one in question with a nod of her head. "That seems to be obvious. I don't think people who are shy last long around you though." Just an observation, but Alex didn't seem the type to hold your hand to get you into a conversation. You were either straight forward or you just had to move on. She didn't do much with the shy type either. There was usually too much work involved in getting someone to come out of their shell. Krystal was a bit of an extrovert by nature for many reasons. [d]
Nocturnal Legacy: Head canted, brows arched and she gave a lil sassy roll of her slender shoulders. "Maybe not, but then... I don't think you understand just how big of a girl I can be." she teased back. "I can drink anything you can." she added. Granted, it was likely to take less to get her drunk. And no, she wasn't a light weight, but she wasn't like TC either who could drink this stuff like water. She eyed him from the corner of her eyes. Blues slid coolly toward him and she was grinning from ear to ear. This was what she needed. To let loose. And TC always seemed to be the one to help her realize that and get her to do it. [d]
Alex Vipond: "God forbid." He drained his glass and motioned for another round, one hand then rising to loosen that bit of cloth at his neck. "Why, do I scare people? I brush my teeth; I bathe and use deodorant...." And just because he was thinking of it, he swapped out his gum for a fresh piece, and then offered the pack to Krystal. Yes, he really should have taken stock in Wrigley.
T C Beckwith: TC regarded her for a moment and then nodded, that shit eating grin plastered to his face. "Well alright then." As Nate set out their glasses and the bottle, TC laid down a sizeable amount of cash. "When this one's gone, we're gonna need another." He looked back at Abby, then took up the bottle and poured the first of many shots to come.
KrystalFlake: "I wouldn't say scare... Intimidate with your boyish looks. Yes that has to be it." She swiped a piece before he could huff at her and take his gum back. Grinning she unwrapped the stick and folded the piece on her tongue so that she could chew it. "I think you smell good, but then you sort of smell like dinner to me." So really she wasn't a good judge on what smelled good was she? Or was she just good at finding dinner? "So what's the story there?" You know how do you know those people and all that jazz. Well based on Mars she knew that Alex wasn't a stranger to the furry people so maybe that was it? [d]
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby laughed softly and nodded. When he poured their first shots, she waited for him to grab his up. When he was ready, she was too and she would toss hers back. Of course, there was a shake of head as the first shot to go down was always the strongest. She placed her shot glass back on the bar. "Ready when you are." she was said. [d]
Alex Vipond: "TC's a friend of Mars and Leland, and Abby is Leland's fiancée." Alex nodded, glancing over to the pair. It was good to see her out and about, he'd been more than a little worried that she wouldn't ever get over her trauma. Baby steps. He looked back at Krystal. "I am not boyish. I'm man style." He gave her the hairy eyeball a moment, but truth be told, his looks allowed him a lot of leeway that he otherwise would not be able to enjoy.
T C Beckwith: Watching her, he smirked, and knocked back his shot as she did. No sooner had the glass hit the bar and he was reaching for the bottle. TC looked at her, and grinned. "In a hurry to get drunk under the table, are ya?" He refilled both glasses, and set the bottle down, then glanced at Nate. "How about a few more glasses, there, bud." Would expedite things.
KrystalFlake: "This coming from the guy that just said blonde hair takes ten years off his looks?" She lifted a brow and folded the wrapper of the gum flicking it at him off her palm. Yes very mature, but she wasn't actually trying to hit him with it. "You could definitely pull off a younger look than I could I think. Hey be glad that you have such a youthful visage. I'm sure it's helped you get out of a tight spot more than once." Come on it wasn't just girls that used their looks to get out of a situation. [d]
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby snickered. "Is that what you think?" she asked through a chuckle. "Alright, we'll just see about that..." she replied. She reached over and gave a playful slap to his thigh. "I bet you I can do better than you think." she added Yes... a real bet. He could even set it all up. Glance given to Nate as he placed a few more shot glasses down for them. A side glance to TC before she was smirking with a good bit of amusement. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex batted away the wrapper and chuckled. "What? Do you mean have I batted my lashes and smiled pretty for the cops?" He laughed at that, then took up his glass, freshly refilled, and took a sip. "I don't have to resort to such tactics."
T C Beckwith: "And if I win?" He regarded her as Nate set four more glasses down in front of them and TC promptly filled them. Three for Abby, three for him, and he set the bottle down once more and took up the first of those three. "Be careful, now, you hear? Don't forget what I won last time we made a wager."
KrystalFlake: "Maybe not these days... but in your youth." You know before he could compel people to do anything. Come on now you couldn't convince her that he didn't use his charms to get his ass out of trouble. Of course he had used his charms to get his ass in trouble that left him with a gift of compulsion. Her first was a resting spot for her cheek as she leaned over to the side a bit. "If there was a situation that you did have to use them instead of something else would you? Could you say that you wouldn't?" [d]
Nocturnal Legacy: "And you think I'm scared? It was just a kiss...." she replied with a laugh. "Just to prove that I ain't scared... I'll let you pick what you win." she added. Abby reached for the first of three shots, half lifted it and waited his replied before she counted to three so they could both toss 'em back. "Besides, that was in a game of pool. This is not pool." she reminded him. [d]
T C Beckwith: "Just a kiss, huh? I seem to recall curling your toes." He lifted his glass and knocked back that first shot, then was reaching for the next. "No, it's not, Darlin', but it is one of the two things I am better at than pool."
Alex Vipond: "Well..." He grinned, and shrugged. "I will admit to using my charms to woo my way out of an issue here or there." Laughing, he shook his head. "But then who hasn't, hm? Name me one person, other than George Washington, who hasn't laid it on thick to get out of a bad situation."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Pfft.... that's what you want to think." she replied with a grin. As he knocked his back, she had too. Shot glass placed back on the bar top before she was reaching for the second. "Is that right? What the other?" she asked. Arch of curious brows. Again... on his go, she tossed it back. That was two of three. Not counting the first beginners shot before Nate got more glasses down. "And you gonna name your prize or are you gonna just jabber jaw all night?" [d
KrystalFlake: "The history books may have said that, but I'm pretty damn sure you don't get to be the first president by being a friggen saint. I'm sorry that just isn't happening." Politicians in this day and age or any day and age were in no way shape or form really good guys. There was always an angle and she wasn't buying it in the least. "I use my charms for a lot of things. Getting me out of a bad situation is just one of them, but normally said charms are used for mutual benefit. I hate to be greedy and all." [d]
T C Beckwith: TC didn't even miss a beat as he knocked back that second shot and then locked his eyes onto hers. "Fuckin'." Then he was reaching for the third. Brow rose as he regarded her. "Bold tonight, ain't ya?" He leaned in, eyes on hers. "I win, you find out how good I am at that third..."
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby was right there with him. Though, with his reply... she did seem to blush a bit. "Gotta be good at something I guess..." she replied. When he said what he would get if he won, she narrowed her eyes at him and smirked. "Fine. Got yourself a bet. And if I win?... I get a strip show..." she replied. "Dancing and the whole nine yards." She knew how he hated to dance. Because he couldn't. Not unless maybe it was the two step. With the third shot in hand, she counted and on three, they were supposed to toss back together. [d]
Phoenix Saga: One moment she was there, another the woman had to leave, for the matter she had a long daze again. She was hoping this was not going to become a recurring issue or symptom on her part. She dropped her pencil on the pool table along with her sketch book. She took five minutes to clear the cobwebs out of her head so to speak and picked the sketch pad and her pencil back up. She was going to draw the woman as she played for a new art style idea. Synergy in Motion. The kinectic force she used to hit the white bal lwith the stick to impact the others and try to force them in the direciton she wanted. But alas she needed to find a new thing or person to draw. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "Never said he was a saint. I just said he fessed up instead of running a line of bullshit." Alex took another sip of his scotch, and deliberately ignored the conversation down the bar. In fact he did his best to block it the fuck out. "Well I think we're all guilty of that." he chuckled. "Meghan's good at that. Course all Meghan has to do is look at me and I'm ready to agree to anything." Even sex in public places. Not that he needed much encouragement from her on that score. They were both equally culpable in that regard. He smirked and looked down the hall again, a shit eating grin appearing on his face for a moment. He looked back at Krystal as he shook off the memory. "Hmm?" Had she said something? Hell he didn't know.
T C Beckwith: TC started to laugh and then she threw that dancing thing in there and his expression fell. "You're an evil woman, you know that, right?" And then he knocked back the third, and started refilling glasses. "You're on." He motioned to her. "Drink up, Cup Cake. We got a bet to be won."
Nocturnal Legacy: Once the third shot was tossed back, she was reaching for the bottle and filling her three shots up and then his. As she set the bottle of patron aside, she glanced to him and smirked. "I hope you brought your dancing shoes with you... you're gonna need'em." Yup. After a few shots, that southern accent was becoming a bit more pronounced now. No, she wasn't drunk, far from it. But she was starting to feel pretty damn good. "Saddle up cowboy..." she lifted the first shot of three for round number two. [d]
KrystalFlake: Krystal didn't know the two down at the end of the bar personally, but the fact that one was someone's fiance and that wasn't the man in question would give her enough reason to ignore the conversation. Hear no evil right? She just smiled and shook her head. Yeah Alex's brain had a tendancy to wander when it came to his lady love. Krystal thought it was sweet in that awwww kind of way. Also, she'd probably tease him about it if she caught him in the right moment. "Oh nothing.. I swear you get this glazed look on your face whenever we talk about her. You sure she didn't bewitch you or something?" [d]
Phoenix Saga: She thought for a moment, she could always go back to that plaza she went to one day but never got to look around inside. The random conversations going around also had become one big confusing noise. Oh yes, job hunting, she wonder why she had forgotten about all about it. Well move on forward and don't look back was all se could do. As she glance around she thought she saw a familiar face in the crowd. Deja vu perhaps, she was not fully herself yet and perhaps a rest was in order. She would pick up her things, sliding her pencil back into it holder inside her jacket pocket and her sketch book. Heading over to the bar to see if she could find something to drink for the road. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "Maybe." he chuckled. "Entirely possible. I knew the first moment I saw her, I had to know her. I can honestly say I went kind of stalker on her. I guess it all depends on one's point of view." It was a sure bet Asher hated his narrow ass, but then Asher had his own desires where Meghan was concerned, even if he did deny them. Man wasn't that protective of a woman unless he was deeply invested.
T C Beckwith: Taking up that first shot of round two, he smirked at her. "Darlin', I'm not just ready to saddle up, but I am ready to ride." he knocked that first shot of round two down, and picked up the second. "And if you puke, it's all over."
Nocturnal Legacy: Suppose to be someone fiance. Was kind ofhard to do when they weren't around much. Or was always busy. It might not be a good excuse to be tempting fate, but it didn't make it easy either. Besides, Abby wasn't planning on losing. She laughed with his reply and gave a shake of head. "You don'thave to worry about that, because that won't be happening.” Abby wasn't the sort to go getting sick. She might not feel great, and might end up drunk off her ass, but she never got sick like that. Not since high school. Looking to him, she moved when he did and tossed her shot back when he had. Reaching for number two of round two. [d]
KrystalFlake: "Stalker turned love of a lifetime. It sounds like a good movie plot. You could probably make millions off desparately romantic and emotionally unstable woman." Hey if some woman could write 50 Shades of Let's get to know an neurotic, emotionally abusive shitbag and make more money than the books the horrible fan fiction it was based on you could make millions on anything. "Well, whatever it was that you did because apparently it worked. Either that or she has a coodoo doll of you somewhere and you just don't know it... yet." [d]
T C Beckwith: "Bold words." TC nodded and knocked back that two of two. He set the glass down, and then eyed her, lifting the third. This would make a total of seven, and so far she hadn't broken a sweat.
DemoBeast: -Pushing open the doors of the pool hall dressed in his paented black bikers jacket and ripped up and faded denim jeans was hannibal. Dark hair under his civil war calvary hat and the red velvet case holding his cue stick. Poping it open and pulling the cobalt blue cue stick out he gave a nod to the players and waited for his turn<d>
Phoenix Saga: She managed to find something edible to drink for her aged and paid the barkeep. She offered a soft smile and would head out the door to resume the job hunt once more. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "Not exactly movie of the week material but it has that epic overtone to it." He contemplated that a moment, then shook his head. "I haven't seen any voo doo dolls around but I'll let you know if I do. And that is sort of the woman's job. Let a man chase her until she catches him."
Nocturnal Legacy: "Just the truth is all." she shrugged and smirked before knocking back number two of round two. She slid the glass over and reached for the third. This was shot number seven all together, but number three in round two. She glanced to TC. "You worried?" she asked with a grin. Ready when he was. [d]
KrystalFlake: "Any relationship I have ever had has started off as a one night stand and suddenly I'm living with someone and seem to end just as abruptly. Man or woman doesn't matter." She flagged Nate down when he was done with TC and Abby down there, or at least done watching them long enough to take care of someone else. She asked him to close out her tab. "If you see any narrow assed boat feet dolls around make sure there are no pins in them. You might have to worry that it was her plan all along to get you to fall in love with her and be ridiculously happy. I mean who wants something like that. Fate worse than death I tell ya." She was grinning as she said it though. Alex was a pretty lucky guy. [d]
T C Beckwith: TC just grinned in response and knocked back that third of round two, and then picked up the bottle and started refilling glasses. "Not in the least." he smiled,and set the bottle down, and lifted that first one of round three up. That bottle was starting to look pretty low.
Alex Vipond: Laughing, Alex rose himself, one hand sliding into his pocket to pay Nate, before he plucked up his suit coat and slid back into it. "Beyond a doubt. Who would ever want such happiness foisted off onto them. It's crazy." he grinned, checked his phone and then slipped it back in. The change he left with Nate.
Nocturnal Legacy: Shot three of round two was down and she slid the shot glass over to let him refill them. "You sure?" she asked and then reached for shotone of round three. A glance to the bottle and she noticed how low it was looking. Had they really drank that whole bottle already? Well.... tonight was certainly going to be interesting for someone. She lifted shotone of round three and tossed it back at the same time he tossed his back. Notice how much easier it was to do that now? [d]
KrystalFlake: "It is sort of unfathomable." She smiled and grabbed her bag, signing the reciept and giving the tip on it before she took her card back from Nate. "Okay fancy pants. I will see you around. I think it is about time for some dinner for me and a nice sleep." Dinner didn't look like it was happening here. She'd eaten some food to stave off the hunger, but now it was just creeping in. Lifting a hand for a wave she was slipping out the door to go get into some trouble. [d]
T C Beckwith: They did tend to go down smoother as time went on. Taking up two of three, he eyed her over the rim of the glass. "Getting cold feet are you?" He knocked the shot back, and then moved for that third of three.
Alex Vipond: "Catch you later." Alex smiled and then headed for the door himself. He gave a smile and a nod to Abby and TC as he moved past them, and then he was slipping out the door and headed for that murdered out Benz.
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KrystalFlake: It was a quiet night at Styx, what could you really expect on a Tuesday night? Some rowdy group of twenty somethings? Okay not completely unheard of, but they typically reserved their antics for the weekends from what Krystal had seen. She was knocking a few balls around with no particular rhyme or reason other than seeing what pockets that she could make them in without it bouncing all over the place. She was getting better at this, but it was just a time killer. As opposed to the snake killer heels that she was wearing at the moment. A silver heel on them the rest was a criss cross of black leather that came up over her foot and around her ankle. It paired nicely with those form fitting black capris she was wearing. Of course the top had to be blue and it was a scoop neck halter top that left her back bare showing off that wicked set of demons wings on her back, completely visible through the sway of that hair up in a loose pony tail. The balls made another clack and she leaned the stick against the wall as she picked up the midori sour to take a sip and stare at the accumulation of balls. [d] A Blessed Devil: It was certainly not a place that Lestat would fancy unless he was trying to find the perfect victim for the evening, but he remembered Alex mentioning the pool hall before and thought of no better place to work his way back into the land of the living. over the years he had gotten better at pretending to be human, and other than those mesmerizing violet eyes, most of the time, he could pull off being just an incredibly handsome and charming human. The sunglasses were pushed up on his head and the mop of wild dark blonde hair was back in a ponytail. No suit and tie for the evening, no instead it was those casually faded out jeans, boots and a long sleeved button up black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. As soon as he walked in, his mind was a mess of the various sounds and scents but he was able to focus on the beautiful one at one of the tables. He knew from Alex's visions that this was a friend of his, one that had inquired about him not so long ago. He came to sit fairly close, being observant and yet his own mind was closed off. :::: KrystalFlake: Those bright blue eyes slid for a moment in the direction of the one that had taken a seat and she didn't have to get up and personal to know what he was and that he wasn't walking among the living quite the same as others. Flicking that gaze over to Nate behind the bar she lifted her glass to let him know to send someone over with a refill as she finished the last bit of neon green liquid inside of it. The cherry was plucked from the bottom and she tugged it off the stem and gnashed the meat of the fruit between her teeth as she fixed her gaze on the pool table again. She really needed to find someone to play against more often so she could get better against someone other than herself. And it would probably be more fun. [d] A Blessed Devil: There was no harm in being that partner, was there? It had been quite a while since he had played, and then it was likely Armand or Marius that had insisted on a game. When he stood from the chair he was very fluid and graceful, quite skilled at being the elegant one that he was known for being, and he chose a cue that felt right in his hands before he approached the table. "It's not quite as appealing when you play alone, is it? You're looking quite lonely." That wasn't entirely true but he said it with a little spark in his eye and he offered her a nod. "It is nice to finally meet you, Krystal," he admitted, giving her a little flourish of a bow before he went to racking up the balls. She knew what he was, but did she know who he was? :::: KrystalFlake: She could probably deduce who he was based on his undead state, but she wasn't going to put her cards out on the table like that. It might have hinted at something more than what she wanted to give away at the moment. "I wouldn't mind having a partner to play against." Said after she swallowed the last bit of the cherry that was in her mouth. A waitress brought over another drink for her and she passed over the empty glass waiting for him to finish racking the balls. "It would seem you have me at a disadvantage as you know my name, but I don't know your's." And that just wasn't fair now was it? [d] A Blessed Devil: "Is that what you would call it? A disadvantage? My my, I think that I might just prefer it that way." Not totally but he could be charming and very devilish when the situation called for it. "You recently spoke to a mutual friend about me, thought perhaps he shouldn't trust me and my motives. Might that refresh your memory?" No malice in his words at all, he was confident that by the time the evening was over, he would not want to harm this one. Whatever she was, he was very curious of it. He watched the waitress hand her a fresh drink and when the woman caught his eye, she became flustered and gave him the warmest smile before she retreated back behind the bar. The cue was poised and he took a shot, successfully breaking up the balls and knocking a few into the corner pockets. But he was dialing down the enhanced abilities, he wanted it to be a more human interaction. ::: T C Beckwith: If ever there was a time for Thin Lizzy to be belting out The Boys Are Back in Town, now was it. The rumble of the panhead died out shortly after Mason's bike, and TC rocked it over onto the stand left hand reaching down to kill the gas, before he swung his leg over. The keys were pulled and pocketed and he dragged a hand through his hair before looking over at his brother from another mother. "Well if we can't find a little trouble here, I don't know where we can." He grinned that trademark grin. "Short of Guadalajara." MasonLBrannon: Neither of them cared to mind the rules of man. Most states called for helmets and half the damn time, they got pulled over, it was because of that, rather than speeding alone. Once his bike was parked, the kick stand was toed down and he stay straddled on the Harley for a moment. The engine was switched off and Mason pocketed his own keys. A glance to his brother from another mother and like him, this beast had his own trademark smile. "One of the days your gonna say that, and regret it." Mason stared a moment, then smirked and shook his head. "Nahhhh" he added before he chuckled. Trouble was what these two lived for. He finally dismounted and moved to make his way in side, just short of waiting up for TC to be on his heels. : :: KrystalFlake: What she was wasn't something normally picked up on anyone radar. Krystal was a rare breed that you just didn't come across very often no matter what kind of creature you were. She was dark and light all in one package and her powers leaned toward pleasure, but just as easily that could be the death or someone that stepped over the line. She picked up the cur and the chalk that was sitting on the table that her drink was on. Rubbing the tip of the cue with the chalk she blew the excess off and glanced at him with a finely arched brow. "I'm sure it would refresh my memory if you told me which friend I was speaking to." I mean she had more than one friend who she talked to right? Men not being trusted was such a vague topic to go off of. Walking up to the table she took note of the balls that were knocked in and lined up a shot after he was done. "So, who was it?" She looked down the line of the cue and took the shot. [d] cuore seIvaggio: On the other side of the city the Italian is becoming a lady again, leaving her beast to settle into a dormant, temporary sleep. It feels like a Friday night and she decides to go out, slipping into a halter-styled lily white dress that cinches at the waist with a thick black belt, a pair of black stilettos clicking as she slinks down the sidewalk. Her black hair is left down to dust at her slender shoulders, her dark eyes blinking over the face of the pool hall. She likes that it's unfamiliar (and hopefully more interesting than the shitty diner she's been sitting in for a good week) and she slips past the two boys who also show up around the same time she does, to slip inside and figure out the scene. Rather than sidle right on up to a seat, she pauses just to the right of the doorway, taking in the layout. -d A Blessed Devil: "His name is Alex. And I am Lestat, it is a pleasure." He had no shame in admitting who he was, he never really had. That at one time was one of his downfalls, that he wanted everyone to know who and what he was. It wasn't really his fault if one chose not to believe it. But his focus was on her at the moment, her and their game. He quietly took his next shot when she missed, the movement of the cue was instant and very quick, but not every shot of his was perfect and he almost enjoyed it better that way. Taking note of the two men who entered together, close friends or so he picked up, but he didn't have to turn around to know that they were there or what they looked like. "Are you still thinking that he should not trust me? You may always find out for yourself if you like." ::: T C Beckwith: "Don't wait on me, I'll run up your back and sit on your head." Stepping around Mason, TC caught the door and followed the woman inside, eyes on her ass, before that light hazel gaze swept over the room and the patrons within. His eyes slid over the woman already in there, because face it, she had better breasts then the dude did and then he was making his way to the bar. MasonLBrannon: "Keep talking sunshine." he replied as he followed TC in. Gaze swept over the room the moment the pair stepped in. They were two of a kind. No doubt. Gaze took in all the assets present as well and as he and TC reached the bar, he ordered a pitcher of beer for them to split. Glasses filled. TC knew Mason had something on his mind. Mason was just waiting for him to be the one to bring it up. Being what he was, naturally scents assaulted his nose and he sorted out, what scent's belonged to who. Didin't take a fucking genius to figure out that there were different representations of life forces here. : :: KrystalFlake: She stood up and gripped the cue at the top, leaning into it slightly as a smiled curled on her lips "Well, your comment makes much more sense now that I know who you are." I mean the conversation happened not that long ago so she knew exactly which conversation he was talking about. Her gaze drifted away from Lestat when the trio of people came through the door. The two men she recognized, in fact TC she knew from meeting him recently here at Styx with a lovely young lady who had been taking pictures at Jake and Shay's wedding. Mason she hadn't actually met but had seen. The woman she had no clue and she was definitely a new face. Absorbing them all she turned those blue eyes back on Lastat. "I don't trust anyone I don't have a reason to trust. Call me jaded, but I have trust issues." Smiling she walked around the table to take another shot and sink one of her own balls. "Trusting someone blindly is poor survival instinct." [d] cuore seIvaggio: It's clear she isn't in a hurry; she's sweeping her dark eyes over the room to take in the number of tables, number of stools, number of life forces as it were. Taking her time, she slinks in an alley-cat prowl towards the stools, easing up onto one as her hands slip down the skirt of her dress to smooth it, her legs crossing at the knee. She's a slender gal, five-seven flat-footed, but with her heels she's nearly five-ten. "Ehm," she clears her throat faintly, her eyes trailing over the liquor selection. "Please to the, eh," she's terrible at English, "martini, yes? I like the -- ehm," she fans a hand in a you know sort of fashion, before she finally finds the word, "olive! Two, yes?" A smile blooms over her mouth and she leans forward on an elbow, tipping her chin into her palm. -d A Blessed Devil: "And I would expect no less. I would not want you to trust me completely or blindly. Only to find these things for yourself. Alex and I have established what one might call a friendship, and recently his cooler head prevailed and he kept me out of a bit of trouble. One of our kind, you understand?" He stood patiently by, waiting on her shots and he was impressed that she wasn't having as much trouble making them as she had previously. "You are here alone this evening, are you not? You could find no one to accompany you?" Now it was more just making general conversation, he didn't invade minds unless it was to serve a purpose. :::: T C Beckwith: TC tended to break people down into two major groups. Men, and women. The women would be broken down into further categories. Those who were doable. Those who were doable if you wanted to chew your arm off in the morning, and those you would likely lose an appendage if you merely tried to do 'em. Krystal at the table was given a nod, even if he was admiring her breasts. He pulled his gaze away to study the dude with her. Nope.. His breasts were no where near as impressive. A glance went to the martini drinker before TC looked to Nate. "Give me a bourbon, and make it a double." He started to look at Mason and then looked back at Nate. "Neat." Now, Mason had his undivided attention. "Spit it out." MasonLBrannon: The pitcher of beer for the both of them was set aside for the moment as he lifted his glass. Half way lifted, TC looked to him and told him to spit it out. Mason arched a brow. "Dunno what you're talkn' bout." he replied. Long drawl of beer taken from the glass mug. Another glance to the man and he smirked. Eyes cut to Nate. "Can a man smoke in here bub?" Nate gave a nod and pulled an ashtray out. Mason's queue to pull out one of those nice Cuban cigars he'd been gifted with by some pretty little thing a couple weeks ago. : :: KrystalFlake: Krystal certainly hoped she had better breasts than Lestat did. She was rather proud of their perkiness as well since bras didn't exactly go with halter tops all that well and honestly it would have just ruined the view of the tattoo covering her back. "Oh, I'd say Alex has the coolest head I've seen in quite some time. I'm sure it comes in handy." Her own temper could be questionable at times, but mostly she was a sedate little kitten. Unless of course she was hungry, but then tasty morsels could just drive an appetite up out of nowhere to be honest. "I am typically a solitary creature. I suppose I could have called someone to come out, but honestly it never occurred to me." It could also make things awkward should she find a meal if she asked someone to meet and hang out and she got... distracted as it were. Krystal caught the nod as she was leaning over to take another shot so maybe he was getting a better view! She returned the nod with a smile as she stood up and watched the ball roll and hang on the lip of the pocket refusing to easily go in just before it dropped.[d] cuore seIvaggio: When the martini is delivered, she tips her head to the side and smiles at the bartender, pleased to see two olives skewered by a toothpick. Her English is lacking enough (as is her interest) that she doesn't really pay much attention to the people around her. Not openly, anyhow. Still leaning on an elbow, she stirs her martini with the toothpick, before she plucks it out and slides an olive off with her teeth. Rolling it along the inside of her cheek, she drops the toothpick back into the glass with a little plink, an index finger trailing along the rim of the glass silently. -d A Blessed Devil: "Being a solitary creature isn't always the worst thing one could be. I've been in that same position many times over the years. Times when I would rather shrink away and be alone than to deal with what was going on around me." He couldn't help but notice that she was beautiful, in his infinite wisdom he wouldn't pick up on what she was but then again he wasn't really trying. He knew she was one that he had no need to be afraid of, and that was enough for "The one at the bar...she is trying to act uninterested, do you notice?" he asked, sinking a couple of balls before he took a step back and held the cue fimly in hand with the tip sitting on the floor. The lack of proper English did not go unnoticed, but he gleaned that she was the kind that liked attention or maybe expected it. ::: T C Beckwith: "Yeah, right." When the bourbon was set down, TC picked up the glass and knocked it back, then motioned for Mason to hand over the beer or let go of the pitcher. Which ever came first. One way or another he'd get his beer. "You got something on your.mind, may as well be out with it." cuore seIvaggio: Actually, Violetti expected nothing. She was here for a drink; better not to assume. T C Beckwith: It's an assumption to assume he's assuming. T C Beckwith: I'm here all week, by the way... KrystalFlake: Try the veal. cuore seIvaggio: Hyuck hyuck. MasonLBrannon: Mason had cut the end of his cigar off and the tip discarded. With the light, smoke was soon puffed and the cigar held in place between his lips a moment, as everything was put back in to place. Glance to the pitcher of beer and he smirked. His own mug set aside a moment. "Was just gonna say I notice you've had company over a few nights." Few nights with the same girl? That wasn't like TC. There was a tug from the corners of his mouth as a ghost of a smile hinted at the on coming tease, but he refrained for the moment. "Must be someone special." Was all he added. Cigar was plucked free, smoke bellowed out and he lifted his mug of beer for another couple swallows. : :: KrystalFlake: Krystal leaned a hip into the table listening to his words after the shot and looked over at the bar. Shifting the cue from one hand to the other she watched the woman's body language and then glanced to the two men sitting there as well. "I would bet that she'd be just fine if they turned their sights on her and gave her a little attention." She didn't turn her head to away from the scene, just shrugged her shoulder a little bit. "Most women like a bit of attention from men, some of us don't mind if it even comes from another woman." That she grinned at and finally shifted her eyes on to him again. "And some of us are solitary because of our extra curricular activities. It makes things a lot less complicated." Setting the cue across the table she slid into the pub chair and picked up her drink to take a sip. The woman seemed to vanish as quick as she entered. Maybe she wasn't getting the attention that she wanted? Who knew. [d] A Blessed Devil: He couldn't help but laugh, that sound coming from him was still a little off in it's tone but he did love the sound of it. "Perhaps we were woven from the same cloth, so to speak. I might think you were reading my mind." He offered her a smile and he rested his own cue on the table, coming over to sit down beside her. He gave the other woman no other thought, she was unimportant in the grand scheme of things after all. He would have no drink to sip himself, but he would have one later if he was thirsty enough. Two non-humans sitting together in a bar...it would almost make a funny joke. He could sense the wolves close, but they were making no effort at contact so he remained where he was. ::: KrystalFlake: Two wolves walk into a bar.... ouch? T C Beckwith: Depends on where the bar hits 'em. T C Beckwith: "She's a friend... A close friend, but a friend. She's been through a rough time and she doesn't want to be alone. Things have gone sour with her man and she doesn't have anyone right now to protect her." Was that as lame as it sounded to his ears? TC contemplated a long moment before taking another drink of his beer. MasonLBrannon: Mason puffed on the cigar a bit more before it was lowered. He cast a glance to TC and shook his head. "You're so full of shit, surprised your eyes ain't brown yet." he replied. Mason knew when a man was doing everything he could totry and convince himself otherwise, rather than just face what was there before him. If anyone knew TC well, other than TC himself? It was Mason Brannon. "Call her what you want, say what you want, but eventually, you're gonna realize the truth to the point you got no more lies to try and cover it all up with." How did Mason know this so well? He'd been in that same damn position once upon a time. He knew TC had feelings for her, who ever she was. "So, what's her name?" he asked. No, Mason had not met the woman yet, despite her being there for the last... how many days now? Mason tended to avoid things at times. He had his reasons. Sometimes it was just the respectful thing to do. : :: KrystalFlake: Krystal would have looked at him and said.. Aww are you trying to comfort her with your... Warmth and affection. Probably in a sickeningly sweet tone that indicated she was calling bullshit! Her arm rested on the pub table she was sitting at, trading her line of sight from Lestat to the wolves on occasion as she watched the body language going on. "I assure you that mind reading is not something I am particularly good at. Maybe verbal divination, but not mind reading. Some things you just don't want to have in your head." She smiled and reached in to pluck out one of the several cherries that Nate tossed in the glass. Plucking it from the stem and chewing on it. "So what brings you to make friends with me Lestat? Curiosity?" She was smiling at him as she said it. And notice how Mason was deftly maneuvering the topic of conversation on to TC's personal life! Slick man slick! [d] MasonLBrannon: Got to watch this one. I'm just saying. DvIsBane: Slipping through the doors, those ballet slippers made nary a sound as she moved towards the bar. The one vice that she had come to really enjoy since being here. There was no hidden agenda in Sol's little black book tonight, simple relaxation goal in mind and set. Settling up into a seat she'd smile, lean over and order her poison, puffing air up to get those locks of onyx from golden hues, that flickering gaze assessing all around her. Intriguing lot they seemed to attract tonight, wrapped palms curled around her drink, denim clad rear scooting off the stool and a more private seating arrangement being sought. See she could do normal, no matter what some thought. -e- Blessed Devil: "Curiosity? Yes, you could say that. I am curious about many things, You being one of them. If you would prefer that I not be your friend, I could arrange a hasty exit. That may be the best course of action in the long run A Blessed Devil: anyway." He couldn't help smiling though, she was one of the lucky women who could make eating a cherry look exotic and not like something out of a hardcore porn shoot. "If you are curious, then we should speak again. Very soon." He A Blessed Devil: closed his eyes for a moment, he was seeing someone approaching his home and not attempting stealth at all, that was his cue to stand. Krystal's hand was taken, a cold kiss placed on it and those magnetizing eyes focused on her A Blessed Devil: own. "I must be gone, we shall surely cross paths again." Taking one glance to the friends who were talking over drinks, he was gone. Just like that, like blinking and you would miss him. :::: T C Beckwith: "It ain't exactly something I want to analyze, alright?" TC regarded his brother even as he refilled his glass from the pitcher. "Some bears you're best off not poking and once that critter is woke up, there ain't no putting it back to sleep. You gotta face it, you gotta think about how you're gonna face it, and in case you haven't noticed, I ain't too good at thinking when it comes to she bears. So let that bear sleep." He paused, sipping his beer, and then added low, "Abby." The hasty departure was missed, but not the sudden absence, and TC looked over and regarded Krystal for a moment, one brow rising, before he looked back at Mason. MasonLBrannon: "Alright. But listen... if you ever wanna sound off or whatever... I gotcha, yeah?" TC knew what he meant. The man might not want to talk about it right now, but that could change at some point and Mason would be here. It wasn't easy dealing with the heavy stuff. "Ah... so its her." he replied. The girl that had been kidnapped. The one that he had left Mason and Dani that time, to go and check on things... on a friend. He smirked to himself then, thinking back. Dani had called it even then. Mason hadn't believed it but apparently women had a knack for that sorta thing. "She doing alright these days?" he asked with a arch of brow. That was some whacked out shit. People being snatched up and sold like prize toys to the highest bidder, based on what they were. Beast, human with special abilities, or whatever the case may be. Mug was lifted andhe drained it before it was lowered and the cigar was soon hanging from the corner of his mouth as he poured himself another mug full. : :: KrystalFlake: "It was a pleasure, till we see each other next." She watched him kiss her hand and then vanish like smoke into the night. Well it wasn't every day a man just vaished like that. She looked forward to meeting him again. Lestat was an interesting puzzle to say the least. You just never knew what those vampires were all about. Especially the older ones who had a lot going on in their own head while they observed the world around them. When Lestat departed she looked over to the petite woman that came in and went to find a comfy seat and then back to the bar. Sliding off her stool and heading that way with her silver heeled snake killers leading the way. Yep she just made a man up and disappear! Didn't even look guilty about it. [d] T C Beckwith: "She has nightmares. Wakes up in a cold sweat, but then who wouldn't?" He didn't want to think about what had gone on while she was held. It pissed him off too much. TC glanced at Krystal as she headed their way. Well at least she didn't have a body to hide. Looking back at Mason, he shook his head. "Just gonna take time, is all." MasonLBrannon: "I'm real sorry to hear that." he offered genuinely. Mason had his own demons he had to face on occasion. It was rough as hell, so he could sympathize in that way. Funny thing was... same symptoms, different reasons. Glance given to the new comer. Nod of acknowledgement given. He thought he remembered her, but he wasn't quite sure. Pitcher set aside and he was lifting that mug for a hefty swallow once his cigar was set aside in the ashtray a moment. Look back to TC. "Well, she's got you. And I'm sure she's got other friends too. That'll help" he added. Mason would have to make it a point to be careful when around the cabin. He didn't want the skittish thing getting all jumpy and upset because he accidentally did something to scare her or trigger a bad moment. "What's the deal with the.... ex half?" He wondered if the guy had mistreated her somehow or if maybe since the issue, things had gone sour. : :: T C Beckwith: "Just not paying attention. Dealing with other shit instead of what's in front of him and bad as that was before, it's worse now. Now's when she needs that reassurance and he just ain't there to give it." KrystalFlake: Hide her own? Nah. Hide A body? That was always a possibility. Krystal did try and keep them alive you know, but there was always that little accident or sometimes it was just on purpose. Shhh. Don't tell. Her forearms leaned on the bar, putting the glass down to rest on the bar. She put one foot on the rail on the front of the bar and pushed up on it to lean over and snag Nate's cherry stash. What? The bar could buy more. "Can you be a doll and get me one of those soft pretzels and keep the mustard I'll take the cheese." And well since she was feeling friendly and social she slid glass and jar of cherries down toward the guys seats. Sliding her ass into the stool next to Mason, so TC and her made a Mason sandwich... In chairs only boys so don't worry. "Sorry, I not trying to interrupt... Okay yes I am. You look so serious over here." She put her hand out to Mason since he was closest. "Krystal... and you are .." She leaned a little bit and got a look at TC. "TC right?" Since they had been briefly introduced before. [d] T C Beckwith: "You got it." He smiled to Krystal as she joined them. "This here's Mason." MasonLBrannon: "What an ass..." he replied after hearing TC's remark. Mason finished off his cigar and stamped it out in the tray before he was lifting his mug again. With a couple long swallows, he looked from TC to the girl. She smelled funny. Not a bad funny, but he could tell she was different. Just kinda hard to tell how different. The hand offered was taken and just as he was about to give his name, his brother stepped up and did the whole intro thing. "Nice to meet you." he said before he withdrew his hand. "And yeah, that there is TC." he added, letting her know she had guessed right, but wondered how she knew that. A single dark brow arched as he glanced between the pair a moment. : :: KrystalFlake: Smelled funny? Vanilla and sage were not funny smells... Okay maybe it was that slightly darker tinge of smokey scent that came with her darker half. She grinned as TC offered up Mason's name before he got the chance to. "Does he finish things for you a lot?" She tossed a wink in there and gave a firm grip of her hand in his. Well she might have smelled a little funny, but her vibe was more of the warm fuzzy type. Okay not the warm fuzzy slippers type. "Nice to meet you too." She caught the look and offered an explanation. "Alex introduced me to him and Abby the other day." Cause she was helpful like that. [d] TBC....
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 20, 2013 22:36:09 GMT -8
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle had, had quite a day. Rolling into town only a few day's ago and already he had found what he had been chasing for the better part of a year or at least he sort of had. A friend of her's. Then of course he had an episode... one that had left him naked and confused in her backyard of all places. Did that usualy happen to epileptics? She had said she would explain it to him but he honestly hadn't been in the mood a part of him thinking it was going to be some kind of pity or simply something he didn't want to hear. He had woken up in a hospital it was okay to believe that maybe he was an epileptic of some sort...or possibly a skitzo who knew. He was happy at the thought of maybe seeing the town. What had kept Anna here? Had she forgotten about him completely at that point...maybe they were never close. But the picture had suggested otherwise. His mind was constantly moving at this point all these new possibilities being laid out in front of him. Stepping into the pool hall he nodded to Bren- " sure a water or coke or somethin" - that thick accent rolled easily off of his tongue having never tried to hide or supress it. He had been appreciative of the clothes she had let him borrow but now he dressed in his own jean's and boots. Gray t shirt spanned across his broad shoulders beneath the short sleeved red flannel print. He didn't shave that stubble that had been left behind instead letting it have it's day. – d
InkedPr1ncess: "Sure, coming right up." She gave him a smile and went up to the bar, she ordered a beer for herself and brought him back a Coke. She found them a table to sit down at so they could chill for a bit in case he wanted to play some pool with her eventually. The place had a few people around but it wasn't crazy crowded like it had been known to be. And she was hoping that maybe some friends would come in because she wanted to help Axle get used to being around others. She was enjoying his company already, and the fact that he'd had his 'episode' hadn't scared her away. She had wanted to help him and at least now he was going to be safe and not holed up alone. "Do you play pool?" she asked, nodding to the tables. ::::
Theforgottenwolf: - He took that bottle and would tip it back. So he wasn't a big drinker? Call it lack of control over his life the last thing he needed was that adding to his mix of things. He offered her an easy smile- " I've been known to play some" - he was a traveler and had to make money somehow right? He sat that bottle of Soda down on one of the tables before moving around to find a stick that suited him. Placing the base of it on the toe of his boot before he assaulted the tip with the blue chalk- " Rack em'" – d
InkedPr1ncess: "Since you asked so nicely," she joked, taking a drink from her own bottle before she put it down next to his. She wouldn't get drunk by any means but at least they were going to the same place if she had a few. She'd trust him driving the Challenger. She saw that look in his eye and she smirked, she was glad they hadn't bet on a game because she would probably end up losing her ass. She racked up the balls and then found a stick of her own that felt good in her hands. "You're a hustler, right?" she asked, eyeing him while she waited for him to break. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled into the lot at Styx, and he parked that car where it would be not only in plain sight, but less apt to get a door swung open into it. Because face it, someone scratches a car worth 8.5 mil, and someone was losing a testicle, so it was best to just park the thing where no one would fuck with it. Sliding out, he checked the weather once more, then decided not to risk it, and put the top up. Once he had it latched into place, he slid back out, and headed inside. Yes, the car had an alarm on it. And it was set not only to scream, loudly, but alert his phone should anyone touch it. With his baby secure, as secure as it could be, out of the garage where it usually rested under a tarp, Alex headed inside.
Theforgottenwolf: - He observed what she was doing. He wanted to correct a few things but be refrained. Only keeping sort of a half smirk on his face. He arched a brow at her his hazel gaze almost portrayed an offended look- " A hustler? Who is hustling?" - he would lean over lining up the tip with the cue ball pulling it back over the webbing of his thumb and pointer finger he pushed the satisfying sound of the ball hitting the others he watched as they broke apart across the table landing two in the pockets. He whistled lowly as he started around the table- " I never said I wasn't any good...so no hustle. Just me being awesome" - he laughed lowly and glanced up at her- " sorry, I traveled a lot... had to eat you know" – d
resonant fury: He pulled into the lot at Styx not long after that expensive car in his own shiny Camaro which came to an easy park in a safe spot as he took care of the car almost as well as he take care of Rachel. The engine being cut before the door was pushed open to allowing himself stepping into the night air and taking a deep breath as the door shut behind him. he moved around easily to the other side to open the door for Rachel and when she did get out to offering him a great view of those long legs first, his arm moved about her waist to drawing he rin against him. His hand resting casually upon that great ass of hers. He turned to guiding them towards Styx, first was to get a bite to eat. [d]
Target of Knives: She smiled up at Michael when he opened her door for her, sliding her arm around his waist as well when he drew her to his side. Her long blonde hair was pulled up into a bouncy pony tail. She wore a black cropped t-shirt that read, 'METH. Finally a simple way to become a twitchy idiot in no time.' with a pair of very short cut-off jeans and black sandals. She chuckled softly at where his hand landed as they headed into the pool hall. "I don't think I've actually eaten here before but I did win a contest here recently."
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, I get that. Well, as long as you admit you're awesome, that's what matters, right?" Yeah, Bren was just a comfortable pool player but Axle seemed to know his way around the table. "Just curious, you got this look in your eyes like you could easily take my money and not even blink an eye." She saw a few people coming in while she was waiting for him to ever mess up, if he did, and she not only saw Alex who she waved over but Rachel as well. She hadn't seen her in a while and it was nice. Michael was with her, and she wasn't surprised that it hadn't taken him very long at all to get hooked up. "Alex...what are you having? I'm buying.' She would make the introductions when he came over, she was happy to let Axle meet a very good friend of hers. :::
Theforgottenwolf: - He scratched, whether or not it was on purpose would have to be determined later. There was no reason to be an ass about it instead letting her have her turn it was the polite thing to do anyway. He posted up on the side of the table waiting for her to take her shot. Broad shoulders would shrug- " I probably wouldn't take your money. At least not today" - he chuckled lowly twisting that stick slowly back and forth. He had taken plenty of peoples money, he cared less and less each time. It was quicker than a real job and generally more entertaining. When others started to make themselves known he would look them over. Deep breathe was taken he had to keep himself in a calm place. His senses for whatever reason sometimes got the best of him. Alex was the first name he had caught when Brenley greeted him. Taking that time to drink on that coke- d
resonant fury: He laughed softly which was mingled in with that of a deep rumbling purr that only heard for those non-human ears. He stepped inside to flashing a smile and nod towards Bren, remember meeting her awhile ago at the diner. "I've only eaten here once or twice before." He smiled towards Rachel and leaned down to press a little kiss on those lips even as he moved on over to Bren. Didn't want to be rude to her after all! "Hey Bren, do you mind if Rachel and I hang out with you guys for a bit?" He didn't want to intrude if this was a date or something after all. A quick squeeze given to Rachel's ass with a grin tossed towards her. "What do yuo want to eat, babe?" [d]
Alex Vipond: AHA! He knew he knew that rack! And no, he wasn't looking. As it was, he was having a hard time looking Sasha in the eyes. His own kept drifting lower and well, she was armed and would shoot him. Alex moved toward Bren and company a smile given. "Makers, neat." he held up three fingers and then gave Rachel and Michael another nod of greeting. "We have to stop meeting this way." HA! The whole, having just been at Mars'... He looked back at Bren. "Seen Mars?" And then his hand was offered out to Bren's friend. "Alex Vipond. Pleasure to meet you."
Target of Knives: "Well, the food must be decent or you wouldn't have decided to eat here." She smiled at the kiss, her arm tightening around him for a moment. She waved at Bren, glad to see her again. "Hmmm... something with a lot of meat on it. Steak? Sandwich? Not familiar with the menu." The squeeze on her denim-covered rear got a playful snap that just missed Michael's ear. "Hi there, Bren. How you been? I got a gift certificate for your shop that I need to figure out what to do with. I'll drop by sometime soon."
Theforgottenwolf: - That rumble was indeed heard but it only caused him to reach up and rub just under his ear. Fucking hearing things. A quick jerk of his head had him shaking it off. Gaze lifted to Alex when he pushed himself forward and extended a hand, he didn't hesitate to offer his as well. The overly warm finger's wrapped around Alex's- “Axle." - He didn't give a last name because he honestly wasn't comfortable with it yet. Especially if who he was looking for was actually here. Withdrawing his hand he returned to his casual stance- “Good to meet you" - the texan obviously fresh from the south by the way his voice carried the accent- d
InkedPr1ncess: "Alex, this is a friend of mine, Axle. He's going to be staying with me for a while. He just got into town a few days ago." She heard that Axle was introducing too and she just laughed a little, at least he wanted to get out and meet some people. Of course Michael and Rachel could hang out, that was the whole point and the more the merrier. "Call me up there and I'll see when I can get you in, Rachel. I think I have a few spots open next week." They still had an idea to do after all, didn't they? She smiled to Michael and took a drink from her beer as the waitress brought Alex's drink over. She took a couple shots but after sinking one ball, usually she would just fail at it. ::::
resonant fury: Yes, yes the trio was jsut at Mars Garage, but he didn't know Alex and hell just seconds ago found out the man's name! He nodded to Rachel with a smile and little purr given towards her little snap. He wandered off for a moment toput that order in for the two burgers, making sure to get a lot of meat on them, bacon and cheese burgers. Than he wa sback with his arm about rachel once more, holding her possessively close to himself and enjoying the comfort of her pressed against his side. He glanced over to Bren with a smile. "I'll be stopping in for a little work as well, well both of us." He turned towards the other two guys with a nod given to each. "Michael Lawson." And his free hand-shake. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex's lips twitched and then he cracked the fuck up. He couldn't help it, it was just there. It may have looked as if he had Tourette’s, but there was a story behind his mirth, really. He just had to stop laughing long enough to get to it. He wasn't deranged, really. His hand was offered out to Michael as he finally got himself under control. "Sorry... Just... my father in law, when I first met him, called me Axle for like a month. It was so bad that I actually fucked up and intro'd myself as Axle on stage one night." And he started snickering all over again.
Target of Knives: While Michael was ordering burgers, she ordered her usual cranberry juice and ginger ale at the bar. She smiled at Bren's friends. "Hi there. I'm Rachel Evans. Nice to meet you." She had a hint of a Georgia accent but it wasn't too pronounced. Since the menfolk were all shaking hands, she kept her own out of the way.
Theforgottenwolf: - He watched the table and then rather quickly it was his turn again- “I thought you were good at this?" - He didn't know why he would have assumed that but the banter was friendly. The atmosphere demanded it. Leaning over that table he took another shot only to look up at Alex as he essentially fell apart laughing. He looked confused and amused all at the same time. Though when the reasoning came out his lips spread further in a smile- " Well your father in law obviously had good taste" - he didn't ignore Michael either he extended his hand and shook it yet again- " Michael...Rachel" - He was young that much was obvious but he wasn't at all shy he actually thrived around people, which is what made the last year of his life such a pain in the ass. He went back to kicking Brenley's ass in pool- d
InkedPr1ncess: That was pretty much the size of it, to her anyway. He was kicking her ass and she was having fun just playing and getting out. She finally looked to Alex and shook her head at his question. "I haven't seen or talked to Mars. Leland either. Not sure what they're up to, it sounds like they're keeping to themselves a lot." His laughter was amusing and she'd never heard that story before but it was damn funny and the laughter was infectious. There was no need to tell anyone about Axle's history yet, she hadn't yet seen the person they needed to talk to so that could wait until later. Far as anyone knew, he was a friend or whatever that was staying at her house with her."Axle, Alex is much better at this than I am, I think. I beat him once but I think he let me because he knew I was donating the money." :::
resonant fury: A nod given to both Alex and Axle, try saying those two names ten times fast! He even had to laugh at the story Alex had just told them with him scooting over to settle down in a booth as he waited for the food to be delivered, offering his lap towards Rachel with a smile. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex shrugged. "It was for a good cause. Autism, if I recall correctly." Alex was involved in a few charities himself. Donate Life, being just one of them, and that one was blatantly obvious as he had the words in script running up the inside of his right forearm. Taking up his drink, he took a sip, enjoying the taste as well as the burn after it hit bottom.
Target of Knives: When Michael settled in the booth and offered his lap, she chuckled and shook her head. Sliding into the booth beside him, she sat very close but she figured that they'd want their hands free when their food arrived. Still, until it did, she let one hand rest on his thigh while her other was occupied with her drink.
Theforgottenwolf: - He would finish out that game and lean casually against the table- " It's something you get better at if you have to." - spoken to Bren. He refrained from alcohol it would seem just finishing off that bottle of coke before leaving it for the waitress to take. He would place the stick on the table top for the time being until they felt like they wanted to play again. There were some names being thrown around. names he should have instantly recognized but alas he didn't.-d
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, maybe I need to put a table downstairs in the basement, teach myself how to play. Or make you teach me." It was just a game for her to have fun with but she didn't know a whole lot about it. Now if it was baseball then maybe she would know more. Since they had their drinks at a table, they could all sit down together since there were enough chairs, if Axle wanted something else to drink she would take care of that. "You have a good memory, Alex, why is that?" she asked, nodding to him because she knew damn well how he had such a good memory. "So, how is Meghan? I haven't seen her around much. You keeping her locked in the dungeon again?" :::
resonant fury: And just like Rachel's hand, his own had found it's way to resting upon her inner thigh with his arm about her. He was completely at ease with Rachel's position of he rhand upon his thigh as well as cuddling in closely against her. Not a beer, but a pepsi as he was driving to lifting it up and taking a drink for a moment. [d]
Target of Knives: Oh well, at least the hand was under the table and not in plain view. She chuckled very softly at him, then blinked at the question she heard Bren ask Alex. Dungeon? Interesting. Taking a sip from her glass, she eyed Axle for a few minutes, curious about him since she hadn't seen him before.
Theforgottenwolf: - He had ordered another coke before he sat down in a chair at the end of the booth where the rest had taken a seat. He turned the chair around so that his arms could rest over the back of it.- " I'll play for my rent how about that? sound good?" - of course he was kidding. Sort of. He didn't know how long he intended to stay things were a little twisted for him at the moment. The bottle of coke was twisted quietly on the table top. The sound permeated his : ears though like it was amplified ten fold. Something he tried not to notice. Curious gaze wasn't missed his own lifting to meet Rachel's. Hazel hugh shifted from her to Bren, then back again left corner of his mouth tipping up in sort of an awkward smirk- d
Alex Vipond: "Why do I have a good memory?" One brow rose as he looked at Bren. "I have Intel inside. Top of the line, i7 processor with 24 gigs of RAM." he couldn't hold it though and he cracked up. "Fuck if I know, shit just sticks with me. And no, she is not locked in the dungeon. She's at Charlie's making sure he's taking his meds and eating right."
InkedPr1ncess: "Charlie...that's her dad, right? I think she's talked about him before. I haven't ever met him." He was such a jokester and she liked that, it felt like the past month's drama was clearing up and maybe they would all be able to relax now instead of being on edge. She finished off her beer and motioned for the waitress to bring another, she casually watched Michael and Rachel, wondering if they knew they weren't being as subtle as they hoped. But they were a cute couple, if they were indeed a couple. "Axle, you're not paying rent, that's silly. You can play for going to pick up dinner or who gets to wash the laundry. You get to just chill out." She saw the little awkward smirk on his face, she knew now they were going to need to talk when they went home. :::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah. Big, hairy biker dude." Alex nodded. Yes, he'd been intimidated by the man. Not because of his size or demeanor but because he was Meghan's dad. Lacking Charlie's approval would have been very detrimental to Alex's happiness. Fortunately Charlie had decided that Alex was worth the space he took up, which, granted wasn't much. Alex looked between Bren and Axle. "So..." one hand lifted; a finger gesturing between the two as that brow rose once more in question.
resonant fury: Subtle? He wasn't trying to be subtle, but he also knew what his hand on the inner thigh of Rachel did to her especially when those fingers were moving back and forth along her thigh, ever slowly upwards. Squirm baby squirm! He winked towards Rachel before looking back to the others just as he cuddled in closer against her. [d]
Theforgottenwolf: - He kept his arms crossed over the back of the chair. He didn't feel uneasy or out of place he just...felt something he didn't really understand. He smiled at Bren- " Yea we'll see. " - he wasn't sure he liked the idea of living for free there was something suspicious about it. Not that he did trust her. Hell he didn't even really know her but after what had happened today even if ti was still al ittle fuzzy he had no reason not to trust her. He supposed itwas just what was right. Though when Alex spoke he blinked his brow lifting- " ...so?" - he looking to Brenley for some guidance on the situation- d
Target of Knives: Subtle had kind of gone right out the window once she met Michael but she was hoping for not completely obvious, if only to be a bit polite to anyone else who happened to be around. She managed not to squirm and just then their food arrived, making it necessary for her to use both hands to deal with her cheeseburger with a minimum of mess. She leaned over her plate as she ate it, making a note to tell him how she liked her burgers later. She was too hungry to make a fuss just then.
InkedPr1ncess: There could always be smething worked out, she didn't want him to be uncomfortable but that day's events really did put things into perspective. They would get to know each other and she would help him all she could because she knew what he was going through. And might even employ Alex's help because the man was very good at getting people to understand things. "Uh, I think he's trying to be not so subtle about asking if we're together. That about right, Alex?" She just smiled, didn't even answer the question really and took a drink from her second beer. She was thinking about ordering something to eat and asked if he wanted anything. :::
Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he nodded. "Yes." And as for subtlety, it had its advantages. Alex was guilty, on numerous occasions, of winding Meghan up, at times without even touching her, with just a look or... well hell all he had to do was sing Skyfall at the party at Drifters and no, they didn't make it out of the lot that night before they were tearing each other's clothes off. Alex still hadn't taken the Benz in to be detailed. It still held lingering scents of sex and he liked it. Yes, he was kind of pervy that way.
Theforgottenwolf: - He looked down some and laughed lowly- " Oh..." - clearing his throat he leveled his gaze on Alex- " I just got into town you know...its not like that she's just giving me a place to stay. Kindness of her heart and all that" - he had not one subtle bone in his body. Not for lack of wanting more for lack of skill. A straight forward type. At least he had been for as long as he could remember......-d
resonant fury: Don't worry Alex, he was just the same with Rachel. It was hard not to rip her clothes off her as ti was especially considering she wore practically no clothing at times like this. Yet his food did come and he gazed at the burger..it was small compared to what he made at home. Oh well his large hand grasped the burger to lifting it up and taking a bite, not worried about getting anything in his lap. Could prove to be fun with Rachel later, but at the moment he was hungry where it wasn't going to take him long to inhale that bacon and cheese burger. [d]
Target of Knives: Of course his hand stayed where it was. She hadn't known him long but she'd already expected that. The burger was good, at least, and quickly finished, along with any sides that came with it. Her plate was pushed away on the table and then she relaxed, listening to the ongoing conversation.
Phoenix Saga: Kitty kitty was missing her mommy wommy. So this little kitten set out to find her and find her she did tracking the scent to the Styx pool hall. Not surprising as she had been there before in her other form. She waited until someone opened the door to the place and slipped right in un notice. Her forked tails had merged into one giving her the appearance of a normal black cat with purple discoloration on her forehead that looked like a crescent moon over a diamond. Which could easily explained as her own having some fun playing tie dye with her fur. Sniffing out her mother's scent, she scampered over to Rachael and began to rub herself along her legs and purred. Not caring at all who was around her or her surroundings. She wanted attention from her owner and cats being how they are, thought the world belonged to them and sometimes she was no different in how she behaved when in this state. -fin-
InkedPr1ncess: "See, I have kindness in my heart, Alex. Aren't you proud?" Now, she wasn't going to lie and say that Axle wasn't attractive because it was obvious that he was. But for the time being, they were friends and housemates. She could definitely behave herself especially since she knew if she needed a sex talk or advice, she could always go to Alex and Meghan since the two were insatiable. She worked on that beer some more, finally deciding to order some cheese sticks because they were good and hopefully not as messy as she could remember them. ::::
Theforgottenwolf: - A deep inhale and he could smell that cat. Couldn't everyone? He didn't know it wasn't unpleasant just a change to his surroundings that he took note of. shifting in the chair some he would slip up. excusing himself for a moment. Heading back toward those bathrooms- d
resonant fury: Oh he knew a cat was in there for he could feel one of his legs being rubbed against as well considering with how him and rachel were cuddled up together, his fignertips continuing the caressing of her inner thigh as he looked towards her. "Want to head back home?" Perhaps a late night dip into the pool would be in order. [d]
Target of Knives: She blinked when her cat scampered into the room and over to her booth to rub against her legs. Wiping her fingers on a napkin first, she reached down to scratch behind her pet's ears. "What are you doing here, Kilala? I'd have thought you had enough to explore at the new house." At Michael's question, she smiled. "If you're finished eating, we can pay our tab and go." Glancing down at the cat again, she asked, "Are you coming with us?" She had a rather odd relationship with her 'pet' by some standards but hey, they were both cats, each after their own fashion, and cats did as they chose.
Alex Vipond: One doesn't walk into a bar full of people with some highly sensitive senses of hearing, and smell unnoticed. Alex had rather grown fond of cats, over the years. Gus had been a friend he'd picked up to overcome, yes, a fear of dogs. When he was little his sister's Spaniel had bit him in the face. He'd been afraid of them since. Gus was a means to an end that had become an inseparable friend. Until he'd gotten Gus, he'd been strictly a cat person. Thumpy was a blessing, and was the studio mascot. It was clear to all just who ran the roost. He chuckled at Bren's quip. "Yes, you do have kindness in your heart. It's always good to help out." He held his arm out, the right one with that Donate Life running up the inside of it. "That ain't for show, you know."
InkedPr1ncess: "Don't I know it?" She had made sure when that donation was made that Alex's information was on it, and she knew that all that money had gone for much needed research and help. Bren seemed to be the only one around that wasn't a cat person, she just didn't like them. Never had and probably never would. She was not mean to them by any means, but she liked her lil Golden Retriever puppy so much better and surprisingly he didn't shed yet as much as a cat would. She could sense that cat was more than a cat and she would just give Rachel a smile but there would be no petting of the kitty. instead she just drank and ate her cheese sticks, beause she would probably be heading out before long. :::
Phoenix Saga: Kilala simply looked up to her and looked like she gave a nod of her head when she raised up on her hind paws and place her front paws on her legs and even playfuly tapped the leg of the man beside her too. Hey extra pair of hands meant more belly rubs, ear stracthes and general over all spoiled petting and that fit her just fine. She gave a soft meow and looked at the both of them. -fin-
resonant fury: He is a cat so it didn't bother him one bit about Rachel's pet or even Rachel herself. Oh he knew just like she knew what he is. Want to avoid shedding problems than don't visit his house! He gave a nod towards Rachel and afterwiping his free hand that he let it come down to the cat and scratch her behind the ears. He would even scoop the cat up to placing herstanding up. Himself making sure to keeping Rachel close to his side with a smile given to the group. Even leaving some cash on the table, tip included for their meal. "See you guys later and tell Axle if he ever wants to go shooting or hang out to just steal my number from your phone, Bren." He looked to Rachel to make sure she was ready to head out before beginning the walk towards the door with her and the cat aka the pride mascot! [d]
Target of Knives: She chuckled as Michael picked up her kitty and slid out of the booth when he stood up. "I'll call you later, Bren. If you want someone to practice pool against, we can do that too, sometime. She nodded to Axle and Alex on the way to the door. She still had some settling in to do at her new home but so far things were looking great.
Phoenix Saga: Now the big male was given her a free ride on his big shoulders. Kilala could get use to that and decided to accept this man in her family. -fin-
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle returned just as everyone was leaving snagging up a cheese stick that had been left over. Lowering back down into the seat he glanced to Brenley. He didn't know how late she intended to stay out. Or how late he intended to stay out. Things had sort of takena weird change. He was no longer searching...well he was but he was a whole hell of a lot closer then he had been before but where was she? This was something they had yet to really discuss. Perhap because of the episode. He gave a wave to those walking out the door though. Everyone seemed freindly enough- d
InkedPr1ncess: She gave a goodbye to Michael and rachel, sans cat riding on his shoulders, and she told Rachel she could call any time. When Axle came back, she looked over to him and smiled, yes, they definitely did have a lot to talk about, didn't they? "I was thinking about heading out soon. I don't wanna make you have to leave though, you want to just hang out?" There would always be rides to be had for him, she didn't want him to think he had to leave because of her. ::::
resonant fury: Yup and Kilala even got to chill on his big shoulders even when he got in the carry, careful not to make her fall from her perch. Soon after the trio was in the Camaro it was brought to life which had the trio heading for home. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Be good, and if you can't, be good at it." Alex nodded and then looked at Axle as he returned and Bren. "What?" He was no closer to finding Mars and well, shit was getting hairy. In more ways than one.
Theforgottenwolf: - He sighed some and rolled his shoulders things had been crazy. Rubbing the side of his scruffed face- " Yea no...I'll go whenever you go I guess. Or I can wander that way. I can find my way back" - he smiled easily at her. Finishing off that cheesestick- " Whatt?" - he asked Alex back. Color him confused. Not that, that was a hard task- d
InkedPr1ncess: "Alex is confused, that or else he is trying to send me veiled messages. I'm not sure." She looked over at her friend, giving him a nod and she couldn't help smiling at Axle's reference. Of course he could find his way back, he had already proven that. When she was finished with her cheese sticks and the second beer, she gave the waitress enough money to cover the appetizer and the drinks all of them had. "Stay and have fun if you want, or you can get a ride with me. I just have a few things I want to get done." She stood and gave Alex a bow, to show how unworthy she was to be in his presence and she gave Axle a smile. "just be careful, okay?" Sue her, she cared already. :::
Alex Vipond: "I can give him a lift if he needs one." Alex had been lost in thought there for a moment, and had thought he'd missed something, but apparently not.
Theforgottenwolf: - He nodded to her- " No im good." - he nodded to her- " I'll see you later" - He wasn't used to that. Someone actually giving a shit where he was. He shifted in that seat some- " Thanks alex" - He waved at her seeing as she was taking her leave- d
InkedPr1ncess: "Thank you, Alex. You guys enjoy." She had a smile on her face when she walked out, and she didn't get too close to the car, but damn, Alex sure knew how to pick them. She thought her Challenger was nice, but that Ferrari made hers look like a Ford Pinto. :::
Alex Vipond: Well at least her Challenger wouldn't blow up if tapped in the ass. "So you're new in town. Here on business or pleasure or relocating permanently?" He was curious, and making conversation. A hand lifted and he motioned to the waitress to bring another round before looking back at Axle. "And sorry about laughing when you introduced yourself; it just reminded me of my father in law's penchant for calling me Axle when I first met him. His way of busting my balls, you know?"
Theforgottenwolf: - He would look to Alex more fully, hazel gaze rather impassive at the moment.- " yea something like that...just rolled in a couple days ago I was staying at that little hotel near the diner and that is when I ran into Brenley. She took pity on me I guess" - he laughed easily enough- " Uhm...business i guess you could say" - he rolled his shoulders- " I was here looking for someone. " - It was a long fucked up storyobviously something that weighed on him- " Oh dont worry about it bro...my skin is a little thicker than that" - he ran his fingers up and down his forearm- d
Alex Vipond: Nodding Alex chuckled at the thick skin comment. "Good. As for the person you're looking for, any luck?" Just who and why he was looking for this person would determine how involved Alex was willing to get, but if he wasn't going all psycho stalker on someone, he'd help if he could.
Theforgottenwolf: - He rubbed the back of his neck leaning back and sighing heavily- " Sorta complicated..." - he laughed somewhat nervously- " Without getting into the whole long story...I believe I am looking for my sister." - Why wouldn't he know if it was his sister or not? Well that was all part of the long story wasn't it- " Brenley say's that she is here...she know's her" - he would pull his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans. An old worn out thing that looked like it had seen better days. The picture was no different. A pretty photogenic family Five boy's and three girls. The youngest boy being himself aged about 10 years in the picture and then there would be another face he recognized. A pretty black haired girl standing next to him with her arm around him- " A. Valins" - He said lowly and slipped the picture across to Alex- " It's the only lead I had when I woke up. all the others are dead...i've been lookin for her for about a year" – d
Alex Vipond: "No fucking shit." he looked at the picture, and yes, it was in fact the Anna that was at... or had been at, Mars' place. "She's been hanging with Mars and Leland." Alex looked back at him. "When you woke up? What happened?" When his bourbon hit the table, he took it up and took a drink, then set the glass back down. Something, someone, had followed her up here.
Theforgottenwolf: - He blinked a few times hearing the names of two men that in theory he should have known but alas he did not- " Mars and leland?" - his brows furrowed and he slipped the picture back in front of him. He swallowed another drink his mouth often went dry when thinking on this- " ....so she is here?" - there was something sad in his tone. A part of him didn't want to believe she was alive. How could she have lef thim? If that was his sister? If she had known him at all...how could she have kept running. He kept his composure though- " Uhm well hard to say really dont really know what happened. I work up abotu a year ago in this mexican bordertown. The hospital staff said I was in a coma they gave me my clothes. I found my wallet, my name and address. I hadn't had any visitors. They wanted to keep me there something about a fever or something. But I knew i had to go. I felt fine. I just couldn't remember" - he started to fiddle with the glass in front of him- " Like I said everyone else in the picture was dead. Murdered from what I understand or at least that is what the paper said. There was only one other that I couldn't find anything on and it was her....Anna" - the name felt foreign for him to say but he supposed that was her name- " I've been looking for her ever sense...sometimes I think I should have stayed in the hospital" - He finished off that second drink. –d
Alex Vipond: "I don't know what the fuck is going on, but your sister came in, and there was an attack shortly after. Someone has been hunting. Odds are, she didn't go near you for fear of drawing attention to you. Likely those hunting thought you were dead along with the others." he dropped his voice, down low. "Who ever is hunting your pack, may or may not still be out there. Anna did say she would take care of the problem and that may well be where she and the boys are now." Fuckers took off again without saying shit to anyone. He was gonna kick Mars square in the ass when they got back.
Theforgottenwolf: - And then color him all sorts of confused- " Hunting?" - he would shake his head obviously not understanding- " What do you mean hunting? Who would want to hunt me or any of them for that matter?" - he hadn't quite been able to attach himself to the fact that they were his family. He didn't recall them as more than faces on a peice of paper- " A pack? Like a pack of dogs? What do you mean pack what are you talking about?" - That hazel gaze of his seemed more entranced with Alex at that point- " So this woman isn't here?" - That hazel gaze would start to slowly change becoming lighter in shade- d
Alex Vipond: Alex regarded Axle a long moment, then leaned in. "What do you know about your family? About yourself?" That shift in eyecolor had Alex glancing around. "We should probably find someplace more private to continue this conversation." Looking back at Axle, his own eyes shifted in hue, becoming more vibrant, almost luminescent as they locked onto Axle's. "Relax. Everything is fine. You are calm."
Theforgottenwolf: " I know they are dead" - he said obviouslyg etting a little more...off kilter about the entire thing. A little more excited in one way or another- " Nothing I mean I dont know anythinig about them, they owned a grocery store in texas...they were murdered and I have some sort of medical condition which I guess landed me in the hospital so I wasn't there when it happened? its the best thing I can put together but I dont know..." - it wasn't until Alex leaned in and he saw that shift that he felt his heart start to beat a little faster and he felt that warmth building in him again- " I...am calm" - he repeated lowly maybe it would help because usually once this started it was almost impossible to stop. He pushed himself to stand not taking his eyes off of Alex. Now that the hugh had lightened considerably- "...whats wrong with me" - he sounded panic'd and the fact that Alex had just done his own little special effects had him standing on yet another cliff ready to jump off into more unknowns. He did know he needed to get out of there- d
Alex Vipond: "First and foremost, listen to me..." Alex rose as Axle did, that refrain from Star Wars running through his head, These are not the droids you are looking for... "Breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth, slowly." Alex breathed in, slowly, held it and then let it out just as slowly to show Axle exactly what he meant. "Breathe with me." Alex didn't know dick about being a wolf. He did know about urges, blood lust, and the methods he'd learned to combat them. "We'll take a drive, but you will remain calm." Cause if he wolfed out and ripped Alex's upholstery, Alex would have a fucking cow.
Theforgottenwolf: - He was being instructed to breathe and being that he was young and hard headed it took a moment for him to catch on. Listening as he walked out the door with Alex. In through the nose and out through the mouth his face starting to turn a little red. His fingers turning to fists at his side. There was a low rumble in his chest but for the time being he was keeping some sort of control on himself but it was really hanging on by a thread. He didn’t know if he could ever control it or if it was yet another thing lost in his mind.- " Alex what is going on...who is this woman...what...do you have what I have? " - it was naive but it was a true question- " This hurts" - he rubbed his abdomen where that fire was- d
Alex Vipond: "No, I don't." Alex disabled the alarm and unlocked the car. Sliding in, he popped the latches on the top and opened her up. It was seventy degrees out and clear. A good night for driving with the top down. Until they got up into the mountains, Alex would continue to use his compulsion to keep Axle from shifting as he laid it out for him. Once in the mountains, in the woods, he would let go and let nature take its course, keeping tabs on him in the process. Starting the car, he looked at Axle, waiting for him to get in. "I can only imagine." He'd seen those of the pack shift often enough to know it had to hurt like a mo fo.
Theforgottenwolf: - He paused a moment his hand still on his stomache- "....this is your car? Seriously" - He slid into the expensive whip and closed the door leaning his head back he was breathing deeply and starting to slow it down. The wolf was clawing insnide but he didn't understand it or know what it was- " I think I need a hospital..." - he growled lowly but he wasn't panic'd only...concerned- " I think its some kind of seizure or something...some kind of episode " - slightly rambling at this point just hoping Alex had some answers- d
Alex Vipond: Backing out, Alex hit the street, and headed for the I90. "It's not a seizure. You don't need a hospital. You need to hit the woods, open spaces. Away from people." Alex opened her up, slipping through traffic, and always driving ahead of himself, predicting the movements of the other vehicles around them, and avoiding the stupidity of other drivers. It didn't take long and they were out of the city limits and heading into the mountains. "What do you know about lycanthropy?" Alex glanced over at him, then his eyes went back to the road.
Theforgottenwolf: - He would hold onto the side of that door when Alex decided to open the engine up his gaze honed in even in the darkness. It never seemed to be a problem for him- " The woods? What the hell is the woods going to do for me" - he still continued that heavy deep breathing.- " Lycanthropy? I thought you said it wasn't a sickness that sounds like a sickness to me" - His head was throbbing at that point. It was like domino's once it started it was a snowball effect but he was doing decently or so he thought- " Lycan...Lycan like in the movies?" he shifted some- " Werewolves?" - and he thought late night Television would never get him anywhere- " what does that have to do with anything Alex?" - Growing more tired and frustrated- d
Alex Vipond: Alex took the road as if the car was by some invisible force, clinging to it. The speedometer needle was climbing, and as it brushed past the 120 mark, Alex glanced over at him. "It has everything to do with it. Your sister is a lycan, Axle. As are you. That's why your temperature runs hotter than most. It's why you're hurting now. You're beginning to shift. It's extremely important that you remain calm. You can avoid it, if you concentrate. Frankly the only reason you haven't shifted as of yet is because I am holding you back." He looked back at the road, noting a turn off up ahead and he slowed down, winding his way down through the gears until he was taking the low slung car off the road and deeper into the woods.
Theforgottenwolf: " That is...impossible" - he would growl rather loudly his insides feeling like they were being turned inside out. Perhaps the fact he hadn't given into it making it that much more uncomfortable for him. deep down he knew that it was going to happen just like every time it had happened before. However he knew that the next few moments would be the last he would remember of it. feeling that humanity slipping away. His tongue ran across his teeth newly pointing his muscled body bowed from the discomfort- " Alex you need to pull over" - his fingers started to extend those claw's fighting their way through it was a very subtle partial shift for the time being- " I fucking hate her." - It was an admission that slipped somewhere between his wolf and his humanity slipping away from him. Her face had been the target of his blame for quite some time. That all just wouldn't end overnight. Especially nto in this anguish- d
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled over and stopped the car, then slid out and moved around to Axle's side to help him out and once he had him out of the car and away from the road a bit, he let go of that hold. He would stay with him, through the night, make sure he didn't eat anyone, and that he didn't wake up alone. "It's not her fault. She didn't do this to you." Well, he didn't think she had. The fact that the whole family was lycan, indicated there was a lot more to it, than the usual. Had their parents managed to procreate and produce more of their kind, or had the children become infected after being born?
Theforgottenwolf: - Once he was out of the car it was like a pained releif rushing over him. Those words were lost on him falling onto his hands and knee's his muscles flexed the sickening pop of his tendons and bones moving and growing was sickening and grotesque to the ear at least to his own ears. The forced change didn't get any easier his clothes becoming yet another victim to the change as they were slowly shredded either by force or by his own clawed appendages. " She ..left me" - it was the last words he would speak before the change would take hold of him completely It was a painful process but in the end he would be laid on the soft earth breathing more evenly. Coat of fur was a brownish blonde color. Pushing up to his feet it was time to let instinct take over. Lifting his snout to the air he smelled...forcing the air back out he smelled something off. He glanced up at Alex his eyes wide and green with the dark ring around the Iris. He moved off toward that treeline. He had to find that smell. That smell that was out of place. they weren't alone...how was that possible. His mind not working in that way at the moment instead he was poised deep in that dark wooded area. Alex would hear that deep growl and snarl. echoed through the darkness. Whatever was there. Axle didn't like it- d
Alex Vipond: It really was kind of gross. Alex was damned glad he was not a lycan. Sure being a vampire had it's pitfalls. The usual guilt over draining someone dry. Not that most of his kind had that problem, but Alex suffered it. Still, he wouldn't trade places for anything, not even the ability to knock Meghan up. If and when the time came, there were a lot of babies that needed to be adopted. They could start a set like Brangelina. Alex stood back as Axle changed, phone pulled, a quick text fired off to Meghan to let her know he wouldn't be home tonight. No he wasn't whipped, he was respectful. He loved his wife and didn't want her to worry. Especially with the kind of shit that had been going down of late. With the text sent, he shoved his phone back into his hip pocket and then looked over at Axle in his wolf form. When Axle moved, Alex moved after him with ease. Whatever was out there, was likely in for a surprise.
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle didn't mind having Alex close it would seem instead moving with him, that growling snarl came at the find of a fresh mound of dirt. Rooting down into it those paw's pulled away the dirt digging furiously with purpose. The first thing that would be revealed would be a tuft of hair the deeper he dug more greyish flesh would be revealed. Until it was quite plainly a human head and part of a torso. Dead body that had been buried. The scent of death was mingled with something else. Another being that had obviously been feeding on it. It was familiar to Axle at least in this form. It pissed him off quite frankly. His teeth sunk into the shoulder of the partially dismembered and disemboweled body. Tugging until it was out of the hole. He scented trying to figure out if the body was the source of his aggravation or what had fed on it. Whatever they were looking for couldn't have been far...in fact it wasn't far at all. axle pushing his large body up onto the side of the tree where that make shift grave laid at the base. His paws scratched looking up. Whatever had been there had gone up...and was now gone the scent already fading. The deep snarl was followed soon by an eerie howl that sounded if anything angry and pained...perhaps in the morning he would be thankful he remembered none of this. The wolf a much stronger being than the man apparently- d
Alex Vipond: The closer they got the more Alex was repulsed. Some seemed to think his kind loved death, but nothing could be farther from the truth. It was loathsome, the mere scent of it revolting, stomach churning, and enough to make one retch. Alex followed Axle as he dug up the remains, and when he followed the secondary scent, Alex too looked up into the tree. With the scent fading, there was little point in following it up the tree. "What the fuck, man?" Seriously, where was Javier when he needed him? He'd know what the fuck that thing was, without doubt. Alex looked around the area, trying to get some sense of ... what, he started to take a deep breath but immediately regretted it as the smell of the corpse hit him anew. Gagging, he lifted his t-shirt and held it over his mouth and nose.
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle didn't mind the smell at least not like this though he could tell that Alex did. He gripped the bodies shoulder and tugged it back to the soft earth and did his best to put it back. Axle generally gave off a feeling of naive unease but when he was in his true form it seemed he was far more himself. Perhaps the wolf remembered what he could not. It was hard to say. Moving toward Alex, Axle's head pressed against his legs as if to push him out of the area there was nothing there for him. If Alex would get the point Axle would start to run. If it had been here there had to be more clues...unsure of what he was even looking for. There was only so much time before it would fade. Before he again wouldn't remember....there was never enough time- d
Alex Vipond: Alex dropped his hand, his shirt falling back down into place as Axle nudged him, then began to run. Alex moved after him, running with him, and damned glad to be away from the scene of death and ... What the fuck eats rotted flesh? I mean really? Alex's revulsion only grew with his thoughts and he couldn't put it out of his mind. Whatever it was, it was something that needed to be stopped before it killed anyone else. Or had it killed? Was it simply feeding off the victim of a simple murder? How the fuck would they know?
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jul 23, 2013 20:30:35 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Pulling in at the pool hall, Alex slid out of the car. It wasn't until then that he realized he'd left his jacket hanging on the door knob of Kaly's room as they'd painted. It wasn't like he needed it, right off, and he had a hoodie in the back of the car if it did get cold. It was a sunny eighty degrees out. He really wished he'd pulled the Ferrari out. Hindsight. He locked the car and set the alarm with a double tap of the button on the key fob and headed inside. InkedPr1ncess: Bren was just hanging out, she had already worked her hours for the day and she had sent Axle a text telling her where she would be. But after the last few days she just needed to relax and take a breather. Perking up when Alex came in, she waved him over to the table she was sitting at and asked if he wanted a drink. Yeah, she was drinking a fuzzy navel but damn it was good. "Long time no see. I was hoping you brought me that gorgeous velvet coat." ::: Alex Vipond: "No, I did not. That is the one I wore for a music video we shot a couple years ago." Alex smirked and headed to the bar, settling down beside her a nod given to Nate who, by now, knew what Alex wanted. When that three fingers worth of Makers hit the bar, Alex picked it up and took a sip. "So what are you doing in here, all on your ownsome?" T Joshua Wright: ::engine killed on the fatboy as he rolled into the lot, taking up 2 parking spots for the bike, helmet removed and a swipe of his hair given, having learned from past experience that when his hair was too long the helmet-head drew stares and laughter, helmet locked onto the bike before a check of the saddlebag was given, it too locked up tightly:: InkedPr1ncess: "Hmm, I figure I should take myself out of the working/shacking up phase and go out and have some fun." She hadn't gotten to talk to him since the night of the run, but she was pretty sure that others had noticed her hasty exit before the others had even shifted. "I wanna watch you make a video sometime, that would be pretty awesome." Alex was her friend of course so she would take care of the drink for him too. "You hungry?" she asked, starting to laugh she realized how dumb it was for her to ask him that. ::: Alex Vipond: "We did one in my house in LA once. Totally wrecked the place." IE, they got it dirty and cluttered with equipment. And cow blood from the heart they'd used. Hard wood floors and cow blood don't mix. "But it was a kick ass video, that didn't cost anywhere near what the previous ones did and it was to date my favorite." At the question of being hungry, he shook his head. "I'm good, I grabbed a bite at Mars' place when I helped Kaly paint her room." And no, he didn't eat Kaly. KrystalFlake: Though it would have been amusing had he eaten Kaly. InkedPr1ncess: She gave him the double take and then a thumbs up, that was a definite change of pace. "Very nice. I knew you had compassion, Alex. Are you sure you weren't sainted a couple hundred years ago?" Finally she ordered some fried pickles with ranch on the side, it sounded disgusting but they were actually delicious. "How's the lovely Meghan?" ::: T Joshua Wright: ::heading for the door, hair raked down with his fingers one more time, hand slid into the inner pocket of his open leather after he pulled the door open with the other, found the phone but left it there after he stepped inside and let the door close behind himself giving his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lighting:: Alex Vipond: "Meghan is fantastic." Alex nodded and gave his glass a spin on top of the bar. He glanced toward the door, expecting it to open. Yes, he'd heard the bike. One didn't need excellent hearing to know when a Harley rolled into the lot. It was obvious in the way the glass rattled on the shelves. "What about you?" Alex asked as Josh walked in. He lifted his hand and waved. "I know that dude." InkedPr1ncess: "Meghan is always fantastic, I'd be checking to see if you were sick if you said otherwise. I'm okay, doing good lately." She turned to look towards the door and she didn't recognize the guy but Alex did. "He doesn't look familiar," she mentioned, asking for another drink but she was definitely taking it easy on the drinks that evening. ::: Alex Vipond: "Met him last night at the food court at Westfield. Seems an alright sort." Alex looked back toward Josh to see if he'd seen them. T Joshua Wright: ::surprised to see anyone waving, Josh turned to look behind him at the closed door, then back at Alex before he started for the bar:: Oh, hey. What's up. ::nod given the woman at the bar:: Hey. Alex Vipond: "Josh, Bren. Bren, Josh. Bren does ink." He nodded, pulling the sleeve of his t-shirt up to better show off that massive inking on his arm. "She did this for me a couple months ago." InkedPr1ncess: Alex was going to end up being a walking billboard for her shop if he kept it up, or if he let her do some more work on him. "Hi, nice to meet you, Josh. Alex likes to boost my ego." Would even offer him a drink if he wanted one, she was in a good mood. ::: T Joshua Wright: ::nods again:: Bren. Musician right? ::eyes cut from Bren to Alex and the tatt:: Alex, right. He shouldn't have to boost your ego. You do legitimately good work. No need to blow smoke up your ass. ::takes an empty seat at the bar:: Alex Vipond: "Yep. Musician in Seattle, whodathunkit?" Alex chuckled, and killed his bourbon, then motined to Nate for another. He was in a good mood, full of energy. "I should have brought my Tak." Yep, he had that urge. Needed it. InkedPr1ncess: "Someone doesn't have one laying around here somewhere? That is a good idea, Alex, I wanna hear some music too." His music, not that the music on the jukebox was all that bad but she hadn't heard Alex perform since the gig at Drifters. "Thanks, Josh, that's nice. Always glad when people are happy with my work." ::: T Joshua Wright: ::leaned back to look for someone serving drinks:: What will you have, Bren? Alex? Alex Vipond: "In a pool hall? I don't think live music is their usual thing." Alex lifted his glass, to show Josh what he had. "Makers. And she's done prior work on myself and my wife." InkedPr1ncess: Why not? She would take another fuzzy navel but she was definitely going to slow down because she had to drive home. It would be embarassing to ask for a ride. "And some more on Alex if he ever lets me. I think Meghan will definitely be back." ::: T Joshua Wright: How's that work out? Being married and on the road with all those admiring women? ::slight smirk touched his mouth, resettling on the barstool more comfortably:: I'll just have some Jack. Alex Vipond: "Works out well. Meghan knows that I know where I belong and that I wouldn't do anything to fuck it up. The biggest drawback to being on the road is being cramped in the bus with the entire band, roadies, security, floor manager, sound and lighting techs.... I mean it's one thing to hire locals, but you never know what you're getting. Had one tour in Brazil where we were three days in on a six day show before we got the sound equipment to work right. The local dudes didn't realize that our equipment a different voltage and it caused issues. There I am, trying to sing my balls off and no one hears me. It was rough. Fortunately the fans took it in stride." T Joshua Wright: ::chuckles:: An angry mob in another world is not a good thing. InkedPr1ncess: Those stories were fun, not just because she got to hear road stories but because she thought Alex and Meghan were just so sickeningly adorable. Couple of horndogs but that was a different story. But she did start singing along with a song that was playing, damn she did love Shinedown. ::: Theforgottenwolf: - With a newly leveled head Axle had spent most of the day at the library. True it wasn't a popular place in such a digital age but there was something to be said about the place and the old as dirt book's that someone dubbed unworthy to digitize. He was suprised how long he had spent in there and how many bags of beef jerky he had gone through before he took his leave. A quick stop by the house eventually led him to the pool hall. Honestly the only other place that was actually familiar to him. So he came waltzing through the door hazel gaze drifted slowly around. Getting a little more aware of himself he caught that scent that was familiar and then the faces followed...it was pretty bizarre. Dressed in a pair of jeans that had seen better day's holes littering the denim without discrimination and a plain black T shirt he made his way deeper into the pool hall- d Alex Vipond: "Sometimes a happy crowd can be just as scary. I've been chased, mobbed at the airport, my guitarist had his shirt literally ripped off of him, and he had these scratches all up and down his arms. You get all kinds..." He shrugged and then took a sip of his drink. When Axle walked in, Alex gave him a nod up, and a wave. T Joshua Wright: You read about that all the time. I thought you were local...::frowning slightly, trying to remember the conversation at the overly crowded food court, a drink of the Jack taken when the tender brought them all drinks:: InkedPr1ncess: "Didn't Krystal say once you were stalked into a bathroom or something? You're pretty small, a couple of those big girls could probably take you." She thanked Josh for the drink and when she looked up, she did recognize that scent coming through the door and the biggest smile came on her face. She was pretty sure he'd be wearing hers too but maybe no one would notice. ::: Theforgottenwolf: - He offered a smirk and headed toward Alex and Brenley giving an upnod back to him. New faces were always good to. not like he had a lot of people in his life. Not that he could remember anyway remaining standing for now he glanced to Bren for a long moment- " Hello" - he lifted his brows at her but that was the just of it before surveying the three. To include the one he didn't know- " Hey hows it goin" -d Alex Vipond: "Yeah. We, the whole band, ended up with an impromtu photo shoot in the men's room because this crazed fan followed me in. We did manage to take it out to the bar, eventually but it was work." He looked at Josh again. "I came up from California, but I just came off tour not long ago." Alex gestured to a stool nearby. "Have a seat. This is Bren, Josh and this is Axle..." He gestured to each in turn. T Joshua Wright: Hey. ::nod for Axle, nursing the drink for now, just listening to learn:: InkedPr1ncess: Of course, she didn't think he was ready to advertise yet and that was okay with her, it didn't upset her. She asked if he wanted a drink or anything to eat, she was still working on her own fried pickles. Thinking about maybe playing some pool if she didn't embarass herself again. ::: Theforgottenwolf: - He would note the pickles and shake his head- " no I think im good for now..maybe later though..good to meet ya josh"- his accent gave away that he was not a local of any kind. Glancing to Bren " wanna give it another go?" -canting his head toward the pool table. his hand slipped onto her shoulder with a gentle squeeze- " i mean...hell could freeze over... you may win"- teasing obviously-d Alex Vipond: "I'd like to watch." He found it amusing, glass was lifted and he took a sip, looking between the two. "Bren and I had a bet not long ago on a game of pool." InkedPr1ncess: "And Alex was gracious enough that night to let me win. But the donation was appreciated. Tonight might be my lucky night, and yes, hell could freeze over." She finished off the last pickle and took the rest of her drink over to one of the pool tables. "Where's your wife when I need her, Alex? Then the man to woman ratio would be even here." ::: Alex Vipond: "I'll call her." Alex pulled his phone and pulled Meghan up, listening to the call ring through. Theforgottenwolf: - Axle chuckled- " I'd say that maybe I was just having a good night that night" - he shrugged and moved toward the table grabbing himself a stick and grabbing her one that seemed to fit her height. Chalk was used before he leaned the stick against the edge of the table and started to rack the table. Whistling lowly as he did so- d T Joshua Wright: ::phone vibrated, Josh drew it from inside his pocket and finished off his drink as he read the text:: InkedPr1ncess: She hadn't seen Meghan really since the night of her pool party and it would be good to catch up, have some girl talk. She also went to grab a stick, she just picked a random one since she wasn't proficient enough to be a pro or anything. "yeah, you were having a good night that night. Blow some smoke up your own ass," she joked, winking at him while she waited for him to break. ::: T Joshua Wright: ::sent back a quick answer, rose and pulled his wallet leaving enough for the drinks and a tip, then headed for the door:: Have a good night. Nice meeting you. ::wave at Bren and Axel:: Alex Vipond: When the call rolled to voice, Alex left a message, letting her know where he was and that she should come. When Josh rose to leave, Alex gave him a nod. "Have a good night." Theforgottenwolf: - He laughed with ease as he moved that plastic triangle back to it's place. Leaning on the stick he waved- " Sure man. See ya around" - he would simply remain where he was- " Well well well the mouth on you....ladies first" - he regarded her with a good amount of playful sarcasm. As if to say no 'Lady' would speak that way. - d T Joshua Wright: You, too, man. ::nod at Alex, pushing out into the lot and for the fatboy, gone with a roar of the Harley engine:: InkedPr1ncess: Now she could come up with a really cute and smartass answer for that but she chose not to, because Alex was present. Or at least that was the cover she would use. She gave Josh a wave before he left and then she turned back to the table. Breaking the balls up was easy that night, and she actually got a couple to go in the first shot. She didn't feel like such an idiot like before. "Alex, how is Gus by the way? I still volunteer to come over and give him a bath for ya." ::: Alex Vipond: "He's fine, and you're on. I recommend bringing help. Hell we could make a party of it." A Gus washing party. Sounded good to him. "I actually thought about taking him to one of those spray wash car washes, but figured PETA might be up my ass over it." Theforgottenwolf: " I say that if you’re willing to stand under the spray then PETA could get bent" - he watched the table and how she was moving around it.- " What’s a Gus?" - he glanced to Alex- d Alex Vipond: "Dog." Alex spread his hands out wide and high to indicate size and he mouthed the word again, just to make sure he got it. "Mastiff. Weighs more than I do and when he's on his hind feet, he's taller." InkedPr1ncess: "He's a Clydesdale sized dog, and that's his name." She giggled a little, she didn't want to make fun of him at all, he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the huge dog yet. "What about barbecue? We never got to have one, and we can enforce help with Gus, If one of us has to get wet, then we all have to get wet." ::: Alex Vipond: "How's Saturday sound? Booze, food and dog washing. Sounds like fun to me." s3-ak.bebo.com/image/11069082851a12987397278l.jpg Theforgottenwolf: - He shrugged- " its not like I have anything on my agenda..." - He supposed at some point he should really think about finding a job. When it was finally his turn at the table he leaned down and started to knock the ball's int the pockets- " Im sure he's just a big puppy" – d Alex Vipond: "He is, sadly he's a puppy that doesn't realize his own size at times, which reminds me. I need to order a burger and fries before I go home." Not for him, or even Meghan, but for the dog. InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, that sounds like fun to me. I'd love to." She laughed a little more as she watched Axle shooting, if he thought Gus was just a big puppy he had a hell of a surprise in store for him. Booe food and dog washing sounded like a blast. She winked at Axle, trying to throw him off of his game at least a little bit. ::: Theforgottenwolf: - He laughed and worked until the table was done. He ahd won. Go figure. He put the stick down moving toward bren to place his hand on her lower back- " I gotta run for awhile...but im definately down for saturday" - leaning in he spoke to Brenley- " I'll see you at the house later?" - A question somewhat innocently posed- d Alex Vipond: "Smooth...." Alex smirked and shot a look at Bren. "Roomies with bennies or has it not reached that stage yet?" Note the yet, in that sentence. InkedPr1ncess: "Of course. I'll be there soon, I have to work tomorrow anyway and I need to go to the studio too if Alex will be there." No kiss but she got that look from him on the way out and she gave him a wave before the door closed behind him. The burger and fries got her attention, she looked at Alex. 'That isn't for you, right?" at his question, she just shrugged and laughed. "It's hard to explain, but the bennies are amazing.' ::: Alex Vipond: "Gus, he's been sans take out for a while now and I think he's about due a gimme for being such a good boy." Alex lifted a brow though at that last comment. "Hard to explain? What's hard to explain? Girl likes guy, guy likes girl, they get naked." InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, that's about the size of it. I meant, friends but there's something else there, and that's hard to explain. Sex is damn good though." Okay, so she outed herself, maybe that wouldn't get back to Axle if she was lucky. "Do you and Meghan ever get roughed up?" she asked curiously, she remembered the morning after the run very vividly. ::: Alex Vipond: "Depends on one's definition of 'roughed up'. If you mean knocking holes in the walls, biting, clawing, scratching, then yeah." InkedPr1ncess: Now that made sense, and explained a lot. Meghan could be very mild mannered but she could only imagine how the woman was at home. "What about waking up in the woods with broken branches and leaves in weird places? Claw marks and bruises?" ::: Alex Vipond: "Not in the woods. Generally we usually end up at home before morning, or... hotel room, depending on where we are. There is a doorway in Italy I will never forget." He smiled. "Florence was great." InkedPr1ncess: "So that kind of stuff isn't just me. Thank God. I mean...it's been nice and slow a few times but you know...the animal takes over and that makes it a little insane." She was trying to picture sex in a doorway and she couldn't even imagine it. "A doorway? How did you hold her up?" ::: Alex Vipond: "It was one of those deep, stone archways. I just leaned into her." He nodded. "Frankly I'm amazed we didn't wake the owners of the place. We weren't all that quiet." Or at least the cat that lived there didn't think so. InkedPr1ncess: "I'm not sure why, but I can imagine her being loud too. You two are insatiable, I think. I noticed that the night of the wedding. One look and suddenly we were a blur on your way out the door." She hadn't even known axle that long and already they had explored each other in very intimate and sometimes lewd ways. ::: Alex Vipond: "All I can say is thank God the house has thick walls." He stopped fucking with his phone to look at her. "Oh my God, when Charlie was with us... Do you know how hard it was to stay quiet, knowing her father was in the next room? And we weren't married yet. We were just shacking up." InkedPr1ncess: "My house is big enough, hopefully if we ever have company they won't hear anything. Wait...he was in the next room? You two couldn't wait?" Now that was funny, picturing Alex trying to stifle himself. ::: Alex Vipond: "Well we.. I don't remember why now, but we moved into the condo when he first came down. I think we just didn't want him to find ... things... So we stayed at the condo until we could clean the place up, you know?" Alex was something of a neat freak. "And the walls of the condo aren't as thick as the house that was built in '31." InkedPr1ncess: "Things...what things? You are leaving out details of the story, sir." She knew she needed to head home soon but she knew she could also learn some things from him. "I don't know how to control myself around him, Alex. I could just rub up on him like a doe in heat all day long." ::: Alex Vipond: "It's new, that will wear off. Then you'll only rub up on him half the day." Alex smirked. "Too, it's he lifted his glass, gave it a shake and then knocked it back. No it wasn't his usual drink, but she'd get the hint. InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, I'm sure it will. I know most of it was the moon, but I couldn't help feeling something else pulling me too. It was more than just the sex. Though that was damn good. Felt like I'd been ran over by a semi when we woke up in the woods." She caught the hint with the glass, yeah, that definitely made sense. "Does he know now? Or is he still in the dark, so to speak?" ::: Alex Vipond: "Yes, he's fully aware of my drinking problem. Amazingly enough, he was not surprised, which had me more than a little confused, but I 'came out' if you will, after the wedding." InkedPr1ncess: "I would like to meet him someday, he sounds like a fun guy. Plus, I wanna see if he still calls you Axle ever." Now that was funny, anybody who did that had to have a sense of humor. "I need to get going though, I'd stay and hang out longer but I put off a few things at home and I have to work tomorrow." But she did pat him on the back and giving him a knowing smile. "Should I be watching out for any spots outside you descrated with Meghan?" ::: Alex Vipond: "Outside?" Alex glanced toward the restrooms and then shook his head. "Nope." he drained his glass and set it on the bar, then slipped his hand into his pocket. Cash pulled, he dropped a couple twenties on the bar for Nate, told him to keep the change, and then turned with Bren to head for the door. "I still haven't gotten the car detailed though, from the post Drifter's party." InkedPr1ncess: She waved to Nate and walked out with Alex, looking at his car in a completely differemt way. "Okay, I don't wanna drive it anymore, you ruined the visual for me. Like that sex smell, do you?" She looked at him and shook her head, her Challenger was almost a sex machine. "Go home and handcuff your wife, tell me about it tomorrow." ::: Alex Vipond: Alex chuckled. "It suits." Literally, since he tended to smell that way of his own accord. He still blamed the fact that he was French for that. "Catch you later." Alex slid into the Benz and fired it up. "Don't do anything I wouldn't..." InkedPr1ncess: "Good chance we'll both be marked up tomorrow," she called out, getting into the Challenger and firing up that beast. When she shut the door, she looked out and made the finger motions from her eyes to his like she would be watching him. Then she was out of there, going home to chill out before her friend with bennies got there. :::
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Post by Alex Vipond on Aug 11, 2013 14:24:00 GMT -8
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle had left Brenley's house two days earlier only to turn into a ghost once he had stepped foot outside. Regardless he was here now...and making the most of it. Breathe smelled of liquor and beer having had a steady stream of it the past couple of days. Dressed in the norm, frayed up holy blue jean's and a black T shirt his hazel gaze fixated on the table in front of him. A sidestep was taken as he rested the smooth wood between his finger and thumb running it along the webbing until there was a distinct click' clack sound which had the ball sinking into the left corner pocket. Smooth breathe was taken as he stepped back picking up that short glass half filled with bourbon. He had yet to take care of that growing facial hair that covered his face. Tipping the glass back he took a good long drink.- d
NiteotheAngel: Kaly had received a message about her job and she had to go in later and discuss exactly what the parameters of her new job were since The Muse Cafe was closed. She was in need of a change of pace and she had Theo locked up in a kennel at home. As she was in the process of training him. She sighs as she made sure he had a bowl of water in the cage with him. Hoping he wouldn’t dump it over. She figured the pool hall would be a nice change of pace. At least to get her mind off things for a while. She figured maybe shooting a couple games of nine ball would help. She had a pocket full of change. Ready to play in her capris with tennis shoes and a nice camisole with a long sleeve shirt over it as her hair was done in a messy braid. Have you ever done a braid backwards. She pulled open the door as she entered. Heading straight for the cues on the wall as she picked one off the wall. And found an open table to play on and racked them.::
Alex Vipond: The sky was threatening rain again, can't have too many sunny days in Seattle, and Alex was dressed for the weather. T-shirt, jeans, size twelve dress boots that may have seemed a little out of place with the nearly religious they were so full of holes jeans, and a leather jacket to ward off the water should it decide to fall. It wasn't too hard to find Axle. One just had to have a network of friends who were willing to pick up the phone when someone being sought wandered into their view. That, and the scent of booze, made him somewhat of an easy find. At least he didn't have to call Sasha and have her put a BOLO out on him. When Alex stepped into the pool hall he let his gaze slide around the room and when his eyes landed on Axle, he headed that way. Kaly was noted and he sent a nod her way as he continued on toward Axle. He was concerned about the man. The kid had a heap of shit land on him and Alex wanted to make sure it wasn't smothering him to death.
Theforgottenwolf: - Axle would inhale slowly his senses were somewhat dulled but even dulled senses were above average. If that was tell tale of exactly how much he had been drinking over the past two days. The door opening gave way to Kaly and that darkened hazel gaze fixed on her a moment before he turned and finished off that drink. The beer wasn't too far behind. Lifting that glass toward the waitresses to indicate he needed a refill. The waitress had been somewhat amazed he was still standing but that was part of it he guessed. Then there was a different presence and he sat the beer down glancing at Alex before going back to playing pool- " How's it going Alex..." - said lowly as he took the next shot- d
NiteotheAngel: Kaly did not mean to ignore Axle. She had her own stuff going on. She nodded as she looked to Alex. And seen Axle but didn’t say much as she nodded. Not really sure what to say really. She sighs as she felt that smooth cue stick as it slipped back and forth between her delicate and nimble fingers. She had already racked the balls solid stripe solid.....She took her first shot at the cue. As the clink was heard and balls go rolling across the table. She stood up as she watched the balls roll all over the table. She knew she had to take care of some school shopping today too. Probably after the meeting with the new manager of the cafe.::
Alex Vipond: "I could ask you the same." He took up a lean against the table, watching the young man as he tried to work through the weight bearing down on him. "You know there's all kinds of profound words that could be used in this situation but all seem somewhat... inconsequential. Just know two things. One, you're not alone. Two, this isn't on you. You're not the one responsible, man." Alex looked over at the waitress, then gave a nod, his bourbon would be brought along with Axle's. So what if it was only ten AM. It was five somewhere and he was over twenty one.
Theforgottenwolf: - Even in the state he was in it was all muscle memory. The balls seemed to move with ease acrosst he table precisely where he wanted them. He had been at it for a while so call it a gift or just practiced skill. Large shoulder rolled at Alex's response.- " Just playin some pool" - he leaned back just in time to hear the glasses being sat down on the table. Pivoting he turned away from Alex a moment to collect that drink and swirl it before taking another healthy gulp- " oh I dont need reminded that I am not alone" - gaze dipped down to Alex. Given their height difference but that was all that was said on the subject.- " Im fine. People die every day" - It was a cold stance to take but everyone had their own way of coping. He couldn't even feel the burn of the bourbon anymore. Glancing over to Kaly. He remembered what had happened. He wasn't spared any details of anything unfortnately. But he didn't allow his thoughts to linger too long on anything- d
NiteotheAngel: The game was relaxing and the only thing on her mind at the moment was the game before her. She did not say much as she played the game. Watching as some balls fell into the pockets and others just missed and hit the corners or sides of the table. For now she would relax and just play the game. Glancing to Axle from time to time but not saying a word. She bit her tongue for now. She figured it best because nothing good comes when alcohol is involved. She learned that long ago. She just moved about the table as she lined up for her next shot and hopes it would go better as she tried not to hit so hard.::
Alex Vipond: "It's good that you're fine." Alex lifted his own glass, gave a look around the room and then looked back at Axle, his voice low. "I still wake up in a cold sweat from time to time, over my niece. Of course, for a long time I didn't know she was my niece. I had thought she was my sister, she looked that much like her mother. That didn't stop me from draining her dry." He took a sip of the bourbon and enjoyed the burn of it once it hit his belly. He eyed the remaining bourbon in the glass. "I was newly turned, too newly turned to be able to control my impulses. And my maker sent me home, which was the one place I should never have been. So, yeah I blame Alea for my being there, and putting my family in harm's way, but ultimately it's on me. I was aware of my actions, even if I couldn't control them. No one guided my hand." Alex looked from the glass, back up to Axle. "You were not aware. You were not in control. You are no more responsible than the scythe that cuts down the wheat."
Theforgottenwolf: - He had already started to drown that glass yet again it wasn't his second or his third...hell it wasn't his fifth or sixth. The count had long been lost. So much so that it was affectign his usual scent... for those privy to that sort of thing. He pushed his tongue into his cheek a moment before his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He was keeping his composure and his control there were littel signs of his stress save for how hard he may have placed that glass down or the obvious physical hardness that was displayed in his muscles- " Not aware? I was very aware" - he looked to him a moment. IT was reflcted in his eyes- " I remember everything and I was supposed to be responsible. I was supposed to be strong enough. That is how it was supposed to go..." - He would take a drink of that beer but it was gone and he growled lowly- " It doesn't matter now. It doesn't change anything." – d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso continued to work her way around the table. She was not sure what to say. Although she knew how he felt. There were still things from her past she did not discuss with the many. Mostly because who would understand. The last thing anyone wanted to hear was what she had to say. She was a kid what could she possibly know about being the animal that she was too. She let Alex handle it figured he had things under control. It was strange at times not to have to become the animal on command and fight for food or fight to prove strength. She was still adjusting to not going to her wolf as a defense mechanism. There was so much to get used too and school was about to start and she was not looking forward to that for many reasons and senses being over stimulated was just one of many.::
Alex Vipond: Alex gave a nod. "Well, being aware and being able to do something about it are two different things. And no, nothing can change what happened. But you have two choices now. You can let it bury you or you can chose to live." Alex glanced Kaly's way, regarding her for a moment before looking back at Axel. "There's no easy answer.
Theforgottenwolf: - He would listen but he would toss the stick down onto the table with no care as to how loud it was but when he spoke it was with great care for prying ears. He was no fool. Contrary to what many likely believed at this point. How could he blame them- " I understand okay. I understand that the only person who can get me out of this hole is me...Im just not ready to be out of it yet. Im not sure I want to be" - his eyes were such a shade of brown and green mixed that it was hard to pinpoint the exact shade- " You have control. You learned how to control it...that isn't an option for me. It never will be. At the end of the day I get told its destiny and I have to accept it...well I say fuck that." - he looked down at that point taking a deep breathe a hand brushing over his forehead- " Im sorry man...I know your just trying to help" - the wolf within was aggitated. Of course how could he not be at unrest. With everything going on, let alone the massive amount of trauma done to his body, the lack of food. He was practically the walking dead. A lesser beast may have shifted and stayed but Axle had control and he was honing it- " Annalysse still hasn't come back. I dont know that she will" – d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso nodded as she smiled politely to Alex. She jumped a bit as the stick would hit the table harshly as it bounced a bit. She looked to Axle. And right now there was nothing she could do to help him. Her ears perked up as she heard the last bit about Annalysse. She had control over her wolf. Massive amounts of it although t may not always seem that way. She left the table to go to the bar as she ordered an ice water. Before moving back to the table she was at as she set her drink on the nearby table. Everyone learns control in their own way and at their own time. Kaly was wiser then she seemed. She took a few sips before returning to the game she only had six more balls to make.::
Alex Vipond: "I don't believe in destiny. And I sure as fuck don't believe you have to give yourself over that prick. And I know a few people who may be able to help in that regard. One in particular. If you want to try and do something to prevent him from getting hold of you again... Let me know." Alex was still pissed at the bastard for what he'd done to Axle. He'd take him out himself if he knew how, and could if he did know. All you can do is dust yourself off and do the best you can."
Theforgottenwolf: " Its kind of hard not to believe in something when its inside of you" - He rubbed the back of his neck- " I can deny it all I want to. I can try to pretend that this will never happen again but I cannot guarantee that. Can you? Can anyone? how is it fair for me to let anyone be close to me...because there is never going to be a day that I won’t believe it could happen again. Whether its destiny or not....I don’t know. I don’t give a shit" - he would step back- " I just know i dont trust me...so you shouldn't either" - he said sadly and turned tossing some bills on the table and headed out the door- d
NiteotheAngel: Kalypso watched as Axle left as she was finishing the first game. She sat at the table as she sipped her glass of water. She nodded toward Alex. Not sure what to say or where to begin. She continued to relax as she began her next game of pool. Checking the time she knew it would have to be quick so a game of nine ball it was as opposed to a full game of pool. She racked the balls and got ready to take her first shot.::
Alex Vipond: "Having that prick inside you taking over control isn't destiny. It's being hijacked." Or lojacked, as the case may be. "Dude did put some powerful mojo on my ass to prevent such things, so... I don't know why he couldn't for you too." As Axle voiced his worst fear and made his exit, Alex nodded. He knew that sentiment all too well. It had taken him a good long while to get over it. His recent falling off the wagon episode had rekindled it somewhat but again, he was better. Letting out a breath, he looked over at Kaly as she played by herself. Picking up his glass he downed the bourbon and lifted the glass to the waitress, giving it a little shake to let her know he was ready for another.
NiteotheAngel: Kaly worked her way around the table as she slowly started to shoot the balls in order. Which was not as easy as it sounded. She was not sure what to say or do at the moment except play her game. She was nervous about where her brothers were and what she was going to do. Because her friends were few and far between. She thought she had things figured out with Ella. But, Now that whole thing went out the window. She luckily still had Theo. She had a lot to figure out yet and little time and little money.::
Alex Vipond: After his drink was delivered, Alex looked back over at Kaly. "So has that woman bothered you again?" Alex was completely serious when he told the woman there had better not be a next time. He was not overly thrilled with strangers coming in, and taking liberties.
NiteotheAngel: Kaly looked to Alex as he spoke.::"No, Altercations just words exchanged. When I was out with Gwen swimming in this place we hiked to yesterday. But nothing to be concerned with. I think she was offering help to Gwen. And Gwen was not receptive to it. And Theo was a bit protective of me and tries to act bigger than he is. ":: Softly smiles as she spoke.::"I see Axle is doing well. Any word about my brothers?":: She softly sighs as she was not wanting to have this conversation but it was necessary to have.::
Phoenix Saga: Another glorious day of work and her prized pupils were making tremendous progress. She did not bother with driving the police cruiser around today as she wanted to move about on her own two feet for the moment anyhow. She needed a little relax time and hearing there was a pool hall in this city sounded perfect. Not dressed in her uniform today she decided to wear her own dark sexy little number. Raven black hair was crop short to the sides of her face. Dark mascara was worn or racoon face makeup as it was called for many gothic dress women. Blue tight top with shin high black boots and black miniskirt completed her ensemble. She had headphones hanging over her ears but not in them. She could hear the music clearly as it was on a low setting and did not want to have it blasted in her hears incase she needed to listen out for something. Biker gloved hands place themselves on the door to give way to her entry. She was softly singing one of her favorite songs, Synthetic Generation by Deathstars, to herself. "I play hell, you play heaven. I'm death's own little star. Can you trace the sins that haunt you, And play the devil's cards as I do? I am all that you see, I am all that you want me to be!" Her head tilting side to side closing her eyes a bit as she headed over to the bar and kept singing in a very low tone, barely audible in this environment to the mundane anyway. Cobalt blue green hues took a gander at the drink section to pick her poison. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "I don't know a Gwen..." Alex started and then looked toward the door as it was pushed open. When the woman came through, he looked back at Kaly. "So what did she say?" Yes he was still on about the rude twit from the day before.
NiteotheAngel: "Nothing of importance just the usual for me to stay out of the way and I need to stop spreading lies about her. And how Gwen needs to pick new people to hang with. Same old chatter. But, she was willing to help Gwen with something or another. I don’t remember and Gwen didn’t like the offer made I guess. You wouldn’t she is new. She just got back from New Orleans. ":: She looked to Nina as she waved a hello as she spoke with Alex.::"Its nothing to be worried about really Alex. Its okay."::
Phoenix Saga: "I play death, you play life, triple sixes to rise. Can you see the visions I brought you. And the devilish games That I taught you?" She tapped her fingers on the counter and gave a look around the place. When she spotted sweet little Kaly, she returned the wave with a smile and a big wave of her own. Despite what she was, who she was tended to be pretty social and friendly, more so then introvert high school years, but college help her to spread her social butterfly wings. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "How the fuck does she come up with you spreading lies about her?" He shook his head. "Never mind, she's fucking delusional, that's how. If you have any issues with her, let me know." Alex wasn't above calling for some po po back up. Sasha hadn't shot anyone in a while, after all. Or had she? One brow rose as he contemplated that, then he shook the thought off. "At any rate, you got my number if you need it.
NiteotheAngel: "Yes, Thanks again. Yes I do. No its fine. I doubt I will. I think someone else gave her the information she wanted. Because she didn’t seem as determined for whatever she wanted.":: She continued to play as they spoke. Smirks as she looked to Nina who seemed out of her usual style of dress. Checking the time once more.::"Oh Shoot. Im running late. If I want to meet with the manager of the new cafe. See you all later.":: She put the cue back on the wall before rushing out mid game.::
Phoenix Saga: She looked like she almost had a pout seeing Kaly rush out of the place like a wild hog with wolves on its trail. Well she could still get a drink to go. For the road since she was walking and not driving. She picked something that looked black on the wall of drinks and paid for it. She hope little Kaly was doing alright. -fin-
Alex Vipond: If anyone else had given the woman the information she sought, Alex would be damned interested in knowing who, but Kaly was gone before he could continue along that vein. He shrugged and moved to the end of the bar, glass in hand, a refill needed after he drained the contents.
Phoenix Saga: Her gaze had looked to the door for a long lingering moment. Taking a sip of her drink as she hit paused on her ipod. Saying softly to herself. "Be safe little Kaly, may the watch over you." She then resumed her drink and drained half of the contents in mere moments. -fin-
Alex Vipond: Taking up a lean, he let his thoughts wander along the course of recent events, and no, he didn't like them one bit. With the new glass of bourbon in front of him, he settled onto the stool, forearms resting on the bar's edge as he contemplated a fall tour. It was a bit late for such, for the planning of it, that is, but he might be able to cobble something together. Lesser known venues, last minute cancellations, one never knew what was available until one asked. He really, really needed a manager to handle these details.
Phoenix Saga: Her gaze shifted to the man whom was speaking with Kaly prior. Sure look like a man in thoughts but from what he heard of him today and speaking with Kaly. Nina was glad to know the little pup had people looking out for her. Which made things easier since she was concern about some recent events that had her trouble her in the city. She was not in her typical cop uniform but she wanted to wear something more fitting to her personality then being all black and blue as far as uniforms went. -fin-
impeccabIe fIaw: ~ Speaking of the black. A young female approached the Pool Hall wearing nothing but black. From the fishnet long-sleeve under a tie dye black tee that of course had a skull on the front. Cargo pants that were cut to shorts were also the shade of ember with chains hanging from the pockets. The portions of skin left bare all had tags of abuse left in scars. Self-inflicted or not one would not know from visualization. Lips, eye shadow, and liner were all black but those eyes, those eyes were such a vivid aqua blue even more accentuated by her choice of wear. Tattered sneaks gave the Pool Hall door a kick, as her slender form crashed against it making her way inside. Hands shoved deep into her cargo pockets, as aqua hues rose to suspiciously look around. Softly spoken, she'd almost murmur, "hello. I need a stick to break some balls." ~
Alex Vipond: Alex paused, mid sip as the goth, emo sprite wandered in, or... forced her way in as it were, and one brow rose over her comment. He glanced toward the numerous tables, and then back at the girl. There were plenty to choose from, as it was still fairly early in the day. The glass was lifted, the sip taken and then he set it down on the bar. As far as colors went, Alex leaned toward black much of the time himself, though today it was faded, ragged jeans, and a Gin Blossoms t-shirt that had seen much better days beneath the leather jacket. Yes that was black but other than the jacket and his boots, that was it for the black today.
Phoenix Saga: Her gaze looked to the young lass that just entered. Someone younger and someone older, herself, both in gothic makeup and attire. Nice to not be the only one but she wore what she like. So long no indecent exposure she was a ok. She did look back to Alex and spoke in her adorable British accent. " Alex right? Good thing we do not live in a cartoon world. Where thinking to hard about something would make the head explode, staring at something will burn a hole in it or my favorite, walking back and forth till you made a hole in the ground. Which would be useful if you wish to build an indoor pool. Of course I do like romantic one of heart beating so hard it love it leaps out the chest which is cute in a morbid way." She gave a soft laugh to her last comment and finished the last of her black mystery drink and set the empty glass down on the counter. -fin-
impeccabIe fIaw: ~ The lack of any voiced response caused lips to purse and crook slightly. Fingers curled toward her palms and inwardly she fought that voice in her head that screamed GET NOTICED. It took a lot for this one to speak, the fact she mustered any words at all, most unusual. The young gal had issues you see. Basically with her mental, according a 'doctor' she had conflicting voices that were all in her head. Oh how she hated 'doctors'. A few rather awkward paces took her around the pool hall when she simply shook her head, grabbing one of the sticks. A sarcastic, yet again soft, "Thanks..." sounded when she approached one of the tables. ~
klsr2d2: ::Justin had pulled into the parking lot of the pool hall. He was just tried of driving around and going no where just wasting gas .He saw this place in the corner of his eye though that he will pull in and go inside to get a beer When he had his truck into a spot reaching his right hand up to grab his set of keys to turn them .shutting off the truck. Justin slowly pulling his keys out moving his left hand to open the truck door to step his way out of the truck. Justin was wearing his white sneakers with blue jeans not tight, he likes them kind of baggy moving up his body had on a black wife beater. He had walked his way to the front door of the place to open. Stepping his way in.::<end>
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, that would be just bizarre. And I think that movie was made, anyway. New Line Cinema, 1994, Jim Carrey, Cameron Diaz...." Yeah he just slipped into total geekdom. Alex gave a nod and then sipped his bourbon once more. It was amazing the kind of crap that got stuck in one's head over the years. He could make a killing at Trivial Pursuit. When the door opened up again to spit someone new into the pool hall, Alex glanced that way, then he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked to make sure he'd not missed any messages. It was either a good thing that things were so quiet, or simply the calm before the storm. The way things had been running of late, it could go either way. He dropped the phone back into his pocket and took up his bourbon once more.
Phoenix Saga: She paused for a moment to think. "toon world movie 'Cool World' oh yes 'The Mask' was another. I enjoyed both especially the mask, that Jim carrey makes me smile and Cameron Diaz was break taking beautiful in that movie. Second movie did suck though. They should have left it alone with the first althought the cartoon of The mask did make me giggle a bit.' She looked to the new occupant to step inside the bar then glance back to the girl wanting a stick to break some balls. Yeah, that turn of phrase could have been taken out of context or turn about. Which just made her grin for a moment, ball breaker, ball buster. She shook her head of such bad thoughts. -fin-
impeccabIe fIaw: ~ Hues of aqua blue darted for a momentary glance at the new arrival. Locks of raven colored hair then swung, as she spun back to the pool table. The stick in hand twice pounced the ground when for no real rhyme or reason, the balls rose from the pockets and soon formed at the end of the table for a break. No triangle or whatever that thing is called even used. The happening brought a sly smile to those ebony glossed lips. A simple nod of her head and she placed the white ball onto the table herself. With a glance toward both the others present, she broke sending one of the balls right off the table. It's trajectory seemingly changing in mid-air before it crashed into one of the bottles behind the bar. "Oops!" She bit her lip, maybe this too would go unnoticed. ~
Alex Vipond: "Never watched the sequel. It didn't look right just from the previews." Alex looked over at the chick at the pool table, one brow rising. Yeah that was nice. Out yourself to the norms. Pitchfork, torch bearing mob anyone? He glanced to Nate who was already approaching the girl to have a word with her. She could cool her jets and do things the old fashioned way, or she could find the door.
VirFortisNatus: Styx? Zero enjoyed some Styx, but figured that this place had very little to actually do with Styx. Hand over wrist pulling the black 280Z into the parking lot and shutting off the engine. Coming out of the car adjusting the bright red tie up against her collar while walking to the door. Done with tie, gloved hand pressed the door open and in stepped the black suit wearing female. With her chest bound and short black hair brushed to the side you could possibly mistake her for a feminine male. Hands stuffed into her pockets and dark eyes looked around. That male was here. No signs of the child. Sigh of relief and walked over towards Alex. "Hey." -D-
Alex Vipond: And there you have it. The drop of the other shoe after the overt calm. The eye of the storm, if you will, had passed. Alex didn't look up until the woman addressed him, and then his head, and gaze lifted, one brow rising in question. His glass was lifted, but not brought to lips as he regarded her, a nod given. Only then, after he'd acknowledged her presence, did he take that drink.
Phoenix Saga: Well she was sure grateful no glass shards from the bottles flew into her eye or pretty face. There is nothing pleasant about an eye full of glass. She let out a soft sigh for the moment and shooked her head. "That is going to be fun to explain to the owner." Meaning the broken bottles and just then another young woman of the dark eyes persuasion had just arrive and wandered over to Alex. She guessed they must know each other so she went silent so as not to interrupt their on coming dialogue. -fin-
impeccabIe fIaw: ~ That male's quirk of the brow explained everything. This caused the kitten to recoil any further plans of supernatural showcasing. But why not have alil fun in the company of others who know of such possibilities. And clearly the few present weren't shocked but such an action! She giggled to herself, somewhat pleased to have found others. Somehow the simple action gave her a faint sense of calm and belonging. Life had a way of ending things before they began and that game would have to be finished another day. She collected her things and left as fast as she came. ~
VirFortisNatus: Arms moved across her chest. "Are we still fighting sweetie?" A joke that didn't hit on all cylinders thanks to Zero's very dry delievery and stoic expression. "I have someone else who is supposidly helping me, but I could always use extra help. I'd be willing to talk about whatever you wanted to know in exchange for help locating who I am looking for." Was making attempts to be a bit more careful with words since she didn't currently have Asbel there to feel out the room for her as far as who was what and the like. -D-
Alex Vipond: "I'm not your sweetie, for one, for another if we were fighting, you would know it." He knocked back his bourbon and slid the glass over toward Nate for a refill, before he looked back at the woman. "Third, as I said, more than once previously, that I'm not telling you anything. I told you what I would need in order to pass a message along the grapevine, you walked away from the offer. As far as I am concerned, we are done."
VirFortisNatus: "I would know it how? By the cold shoulder and pure resistence to help that you are giving me?" Head tilted to the side and gloved hand reached out as though grabbing something. Asbel melding back into his normal place. Arms down to her sides. "I had a lead to follow that seemed much more lucrative than mencing words with you. Logically leaving you at that time made perfect sense. Afterall I figured I would run into you again." Eyes cut over towards the tender. "Three fingers of Crown Royale. No ice." Hand moved to her back pocket and produced her wallet. Eyes on the task at hand speaking to Alex. "Are you determined to not help me in the slighest? Nothing to sway your favor?" -D-
Phoenix Saga: Nina carefully watch the interactions between Alex and the woman. Studying the body language to interpret what the current situation reflected their status to one another. -fin-
Alex Vipond: "First of all, I don't owe you a damned thing; second, you got a lead, leaning against a lamp post making running commentary about people you don't know? That takes skill." He sipped his bourbon then chuckled. "If someone wants my help and they ask politely, I have no problem what so ever in giving it. You however didn't go that route. No. You got confrontational with Kaly, demanding she give you information that is not hers to give, and then laid hands on her. To my way of thinking it's a miracle you're still breathing."
VirFortisNatus: "I don't believe in miracles. Purpose." Drink was delievered and Zero paid the man. "The arrogance that you believe you could just kill me without any thought on my personal abilities speaks volumes about your character." A sip of the crown and lips pulled inwards to savor the flavor gathered on them. "But here we are. I am alive and you are as stand offish as you were before." Glass sat down and eyes kept on the glass. "The situation with Kayl was a missunderstanding and not a topic in our conversation. What I just asked was what could I do to get your help? Is it just say a pretty please?" -D-
InkedPr1ncess: Bren decided that she had to get out of the house, she had been putting in good hours at the shop and she still wasn't sure what in the hell was going on. But a stop at Styx and maybe a beer or two might just put her in the right frame of mind. And it helped that she saw one of Alex's showpieces in the parking lot so she could check and make sure he was still up for the belated birthday dinner. When she walked in, she pushed her hair back with her sunglasses and sought out her friend. Oh, interesting, Zero was there, and it didn't look like Alex was receptive. :::
Alex Vipond: "Since you're as dense as a post let me say it again, in small words that you may understand." Alex turned and smiled to her. "Fuck off." As for her abilities, he frankly didn't care. He'd dealt with Alea, been gut raped by an angel, an d had been attacked on more than one occasion by the furrier sort of folk of the feline persuasion. And yes he may well be arrogant, but it was well deserved arrogance. When Bren walked in, Alex gave her a nod up and then turned back to the bar, his attention reverting to his bourbon.
Phoenix Saga: Her eyes narrowed a bit when she heard what he said about this woman laying hands of Kaly. She continued to listen to the conversation as she stared at the drink bottles. Wanting to see where it was going for the moment. -fin-
VirFortisNatus: Shakes her head. "I'll get what I want. With or without your help. I was just trying to make nice and possibly extend further business opportunities for the future." Tap on her shoulder from Asbel and head turned to see Bren come within the hall. Looked down to her glass and pulled it up and bottom up to finish it off. Sleeve of the coat wiped her mouth. "Excuse me Alex." Walked then the short trek over to Bren. "Have you heard back from him? I got tied up with something last night and couldn't make it back to the diner." -D-
Alex Vipond: Alex glanced over when the woman approached Bren, one brow rising. Just what had Bren told the woman? That would be a discussion for another time, no doubt.
InkedPr1ncess: "I delivered the message, like you asked. But he doesn't work on my schedule, he works on his own. And no offense but he's not gonna come running when you won't give up anything." She looked over to Alex like she was asking for his help, Zero didn't intimidate or scare her but she was not in the mod to be hounded over something that wasn't even her business. :::
VirFortisNatus: "I understand." Nods. "Thanks for helping." Asbel was keeping Zero's patience in check. Normally this was something that would cause her to rant and lose her shit. All this waiting was too much for Zero on her own. The spiritual clawed hand on her shoulder a reminder that things will work out one way or another. Though she was finding out quick that this place was full of people just as big of an asshole and bitch as she was. The difference was that she currently needed them. Moved away from the two and to the bar to order another drink. -D-
Phoenix Saga: Listening to what was going on made her glad she only had to spent most of her working days with police dogs and their human partners. Far less headache to deal with. It made her miss working with dead people. Least's corpses didn't talk. Well save for vampires, some ghouls, and certain zombie breeds. There were ghost too but they belong to the non corporeal realm and were not classified as a corpse. Though there were whinnying annoying ghosts to deal with along with the spirits who go bad like poltergeists. Hunting them done was a bag of fun in the good old days. -fin-
Alex Vipond: Alex returned Bren's look and gave a slight can't of his head in that com'ere way. And Alex was far from an asshole, in general. In fact he was one of the most laid back, easy going people around. Just ask those who knew him. Cross him however, show him disrespect, or back him into a corner and things were far, far different. He may only be five foot ten, but he could whip his weight and then some in were panthers. Lions. Tigers. Oh my....
InkedPr1ncess: "Not sure I helped much but it's done at least. Just...don't go hunting him down." It was a very good recommendation, she'd been a lot nicer than Ryder would be that was for sure. But she worked on her beer, looking to Alex and when he motioned her over she was heading right for him. Taking a seat beside him, she was trying not to make it too obvious. "I told her nothing, just delivered a message for her. I have no fucking idea who she even is." That was the truth. :::
VirFortisNatus: Zero sat there and looked into the next glass that was delievered. Just nodded to Bren in response. Didn't have any intention of hunting him down. Otherwise she wouldn't have asked to see him. -D-
Alex Vipond: "She refuses to divulge. I gave her the chance to do so, in exchange for passing a message along after she accosted Kaly and laid hands on her, but she refused the chance for quid pro quo so I told her to fuck off." He didn't keep his voice down. He had no fucks to give on the matter. The woman had cut her nose off to spite her face with him and he didn't give a shit if she knew it or not.
Phoenix Saga: She ordered a refill of her drink and placed an order for some jagermister as well. Sliding the money to the bar keep as she looked through her ipod songs and played 'Hellhounds on my Trail'. Now just staring straight ahead. -fin-
InkedPr1ncess: "I tried to be nice, I did. Maybe that's a fault, but she said whoever she had spoken to before was ignorant and not helping. I guess that was you then? Or Kaly?" She was genuinely surprised that Kaly hadn't pushed it, but then again there could also be a miracle and she could really be trying. "I'm not giving up any information on anything, but I don't like someone questioning me and asking for help, but not giving up anything in return." She and Zero had ended a conversation on shaky but decent terms, but now she was beginning to wonder. :::
Alex Vipond: "No doubt." He nodded, a smirk touching his lips as the song caught his ears, but he was looking at Bren. "Go figure. Poster boy for mellow being ignorant and uncooperative...." That had him chuckling outright and he slid his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled that pack of gum out. What he was chewing had lost all flavor. He offered the pack out to Bren, before he would take a piece for himself.
VirFortisNatus: Hadn't been paying attention to either of them. Hands wrapped around the glass of scotch. "Your way isn't working." Spoken with a tone of anger in her voice, but it was spoken softly. If you went your way there would already have been fights and Kefka knows what else. Grip on the glass tightened and Zero grit her teeth. "People don't understand anything else. I don't have the time to dally around." Words still super soft. You have no choice. That or cause your calamity then run again. Twitch of her left brow and then deep breath. "Whatever--" Downs the drink and orders another. -D-
InkedPr1ncess: Alex was probably the only one in the world who could get her to drink beer and chew gum at the same time, but now after she'd hung around him for a while, the taste was just ordinary to her. "She's talking to someone, Alex. And I don't think she's crazy either. I asked her who it was, but of course she didn't tell me that either." She did need to just talk to Alex about another situation but that could probably wait a bit. :::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah well she can whine to whomever all she wants, she would have had the contact she sought if she'd just not been a fucking bitch about it to begin with. You don't fucking accost fifteen year old girls and expect her family to let it slide." Never mind the fact that he himself had literally gone for Kaly's throat not so very long ago. That was different and Alex had even told the woman so. She was a stranger. You don't do that.
VirFortisNatus: Sips her drink. -D-
Phoenix Saga: She pulled out her pager and then her cell phone. No word from headquarters. Things were all quite on the crime front so far. Still she would keep listening and checking police banner for any updates on a case she decided to take on. Well good thing she could always asks the lingering ghosts that had nothing better to do but spy on the living for some useful details. Worked wonders in the mass when dealing with unusual unsolved murder and kidnapping cases. Her eyes glance over to the woman with a near androgynous look to her. Then shifted a bit as if looking at something right next to her. -fin-
InkedPr1ncess: "I'm baffled, Alex. About this one, and so much. Like we needed another problem to add to the shit pile, you know what I mean?" She took a long drink of the beer and ordered another, and Alex another if he wanted one. She didn't want to ponder Zero too much, that was a situation that she was not going to dive into. "Alex...you got any ideas on what to do about Axle?" :::
Alex Vipond: Alex swapped out his gum, the old piece folded into the wrapper and laid it on his bar napkin. Fastidious much? A nod was given to the new round query and then he shook his head. "Not much we can do. Just gotta give him his space; let him work through it and be there to listen when he needs it."
VirFortisNatus: You eye'n me boy? Zero's head turned to look at the woman looking at her. Though it was fairly quick since that drink had been placed back infront of her. More liqour! Yay! -D-
InkedPr1ncess: "That's what I'm trying to do. He came to my house a couple of nights ago, it seemed like he wanted to talk but he left in a hurry. I have no idea what's going on, none at all." She wanted to know, and if she could help, she would, but it felt like she was grasping at straws. "She makes me nervous, Alex. Not in a scared of her way, just...nervous." :::
Alex Vipond: "He's lost all faith in himself and that's not something he will regain easily." When Bren switched back to the topic of the woman, Alex's brow rose once more as he regarded her. "Really? All I get is a desire to stab her in the neck with a Spork."
Phoenix Saga: Nina was now looking to that companion of the young woman who seem not to be in favor with the other two at the bar. Tall, dark, interestingly dress for a demonic spirit entity. Now she was staring right at this being the woman seem to have some sort of bond or relationship with, maybe even symbiotic. She found that rather interesting. It had been a while since she came across that sort of situation. She said nothing though while she gave this Asbel a once over -fin-
VirFortisNatus: -Sips-
InkedPr1ncess: "What good is a Spork, Alex? The edges are too rounded and they break so easily. Unless you find a metal Spork, and then that could probably pierce a jugular easily." She was silly for switching back and forth, but talking about Axle was just going to confuse her any more. "So, I was thinking, house is still decorated and I can reschedule the food, so what about you guys just coming to the house, we have food and drinks and just hang out? You still have to dress up though." :::
Alex Vipond: "Speed versus tensile strength will win out. Like a piece of straw being driven into a phone pole by a tornado." He nodded. "Too, it's just funnier with a Spork." He nodded at that. "That works. You gonna have anyone else over for dinner?"
VirFortisNatus: Asbel noticed it. Someone looking at him. Its head turned and looked to the woman. Teeth bared and he just stared back. Zero's head slopped around and looked to the woman. "What are you looking at?" Of course her words slightly slurred. A five foot five female weighing at one hundred and eighteen pounds having now three double shots of Crown. Was amazing she hadn't gone stupid yet. -D-
InkedPr1ncess: Stabbing someone with a spork would be pretty funny, it wasn't the weapon of choice of many killers but it would make interesting conversation. A drink of the second beer was taken as she casually glanced back to Zero and the woman who was either staring at her or the thing that she didn't talk about. "You and Meghan hopefully, TC and Abby is she's up to it, maybe Sasha and Mason. Might have Axle if he feels up to it." :::
Phoenix Saga: The British cop lady would speak in a plain manner to the girl. "Lion or wolf I can not decide , canine or feline. Guess this town is not as boring as I thought it might be. " She took another sip of her drink and gave a playful wink to tall, dark, and gruesome, just to see the look on his face. It was only a matter of time before Nina would run into something like this. Maybe it was why she was transfer over to this city, who knows but her mistress. -fin-
VirFortisNatus: Shifty eyes and Zero brought a gloved index finger to her lips. "Shhh you'll scare it off." Snicker and Zero looked back to her drink and poured it down her throat. BURN SO GOOD. Of course Asbel did not appreciate this. The lion beasts eyes lowered. Even if he wanted too, Asbel couldn't speak to the woman. -D-
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, not to mention you don't need to be talking like that out in public anyway." She was mumbling but the woman probably could have heard her. What was it with people needing to announce things that should be kept in the dark? It wasn't like Bren didn't have heightened hearing and Alex would have ran circles around all of them with his. :::
Alex Vipond: "Some people don't learn...:" Alex shrugged. Course most of those wandering about today had never had to suffer the indignity of a torch bearing mob. It was never pleasant. "So what time is dinner?"
Phoenix Saga: She highly doubted the hearing part running circles around her own, but for a creature that was of the world of the living, she could concede to that notion. Of the vampiric sort having better hearing compared to many of the other species native to the land of the living, yes, but not to those who lived outside that world. torch bearing mob, good thing she was fire proof then. She was a bit curious about this companion of the woman but was not sure if she wanted to pursue that or not. Those eyes just lingered on for a moment before taking another sip of her drink. Draining the contents before working on the other one she ordered. -fin-
VirFortisNatus: The fourth drink finished and out of the stool nearly fell Zero. Legs wobbled and hands to the countertop for her to stand up straight. A moment to center herself and Zero was fine walking. "Fucking--" Words trailed off and then looked back to the woman who had spotted Asbel. Stepped up close to her and opened her mouth but didn't say anything. Instead she opted for a better method of communication aware others around had better hearing. Phone flipped out of her pocket and Zero typed out a message then showed Nina. Zero might have been drunk, but she still had a handle on things. Nods then pats Nina on the back. -D-
InkedPr1ncess: "How about like six-ish? Would that be okay for you guys? It will give me time to make sure the caterers are there, I could have cooked but it will be a lot quicker this way. And we'll be inside this time." Okay, so the two women were apparently either very weird or very off and she was not even going there. She had no idea who the other was, she had never seen her before. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex was clueless about both and frankly his tolerance for bullshit was at an all-time low. He slid his hand into his pocket and started peeling out bills from the fold. When he had enough to cover his and Bren's drinks and tip, he laid it out on the bar for Nate, then slipped the rest back into his pocket and drained his glass. "I'm gonna go home, bang my wife and then shower and dress."
VirFortisNatus: Getting drunk after drinking a lot was weird? Zero was a human. Happened to her still. Moved away from the bar and then out the door. -D-
InkedPr1ncess: 'You'll probably have a better time banging your wife. Just make sure if you do it at my house, you clean up after yourselves." She thought about arguing the point of him paying but she liked him and she wasn't going to do that. "I will see you there then. I need to go home and get dressed myself, give that puppy some more attention." :::
Phoenix Saga: A soft laugh was given at the message but she made the gesture of lips being sealed. She had no reason if any to mention it. No one around to discuss that sort of topic with anyhow much to her chagrin. She spoke to the woman Zero. "Sure hope you can walk well in your condition there. Calling a cab might be prudent at this time unless you are able to walk coherently enough back to your place of rest." Was it concern or friendly advice, maybe it was just the first thing that simply pop into her head. She watched as the lady left and would finish her final drink. It was time to depart and she left as well. -fin-
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InkedPr1ncess: It was Bren's turn to have a few drinks, getting drunk was harder for her, but she was probably on her way at least. But it wasn't a depressing day much at all, it was an I need a break day so she went to Styx. Played a couple games of pool with some of the regulars and she ended up at the end of the bar having another beer that was going down slow but it was obvious she'd had more than one already. :::: VirFortisNatus: Nothing felt better than a new suit. The grey near silky slacks and coat went nicely over her lavender button up. No tie since she left the top few buttons on the collar down. Gave her a bit more casual look. Chest bound and wrapped to help with the androgynous look that she was going for. As usual though the black leather gloves covered her hands. Pressing the door open and stepping inside. Eyes peered through the pool hall and spotted Bren. Head tilt and squint of her eyes pondering a moment. Eyes cut to the left then right scoping the place out before walking up to Bren. Hand caught a stool and pushed it to the side so she could lean up to the bar next to Bren. Index finger rose to get the tender's attention. "Three fingers of Crown. No rocks." Head turned to look at Bren. "Let me buy you a drink." -D- InkedPr1ncess: Bren looked over from the beer she had to her lips, hair still colored purple and pink on top pulled back into a ponytail and her own attire was nothing more than a pair of raggedy low riding jeans, black spaghetti strap tank top and Doc Martens boots. It was Zero, and thank goodness Alex wasn't around or else it would be perhaps a little awkward. "Uh...I already got one but thank you. You can sit down if you want." She gave her a smile and nodded to the stool beside her. Lot was on her mind but in that mood, she wasn't weighing too heavily on things. ::: VirFortisNatus: Looked to her a moment then sighed moving off the countertop. Hands went within her pockets and produced a pack of smokes. Eyes were on the task of packing the cigarettes down. "Surely a big girl like yourself can handle more than one drink. If you're going to drink then you might as well--" Pack brought up to her lips while they tightened around the butt of said cancer stick. "--do it right." Voice slightly obstructed with the stick bouncing up and down while she spoke. Lighter in one hand as other placed pack back within her pocket. Sit down? Zero didn't do sitting very well. Light flicked on, but eyes cut over to Bren. "Will this bother you?" -D- InkedPr1ncess: "Nope, not a bit. Might bother some other people though." Bren wasn't a smoker, not that she hadn't tried it but to her it was a habit that was not for her. Not that the occasional toke of something a little stronger wasn't partaken of but not all that much. "How's your friend?" she asked finally, even in that working on getting drunk state she hadn't forgotten what she had seen at the mall when Zero showed her that vision. Now she was tempted to order some food but decided against it for the time being. :::: DPearlPrince: Games and fun, he was all about making his move once things were settled back home in the Middle East. There was that he was an enigma and the feeling to start getting to know the citizens of Seattle, the fact most may not be from around these parts did not concern a magical entity so therefore he was in the habit of not going to a distance to be a pain in the ass. His djinn form slipped into a human shell that was more vulnerable as he reminded his father back home who called him away from here in America. Sweet American soil. He made sure to not let on what he was as he changed behind a giant oak tree in the distance right before he decided to enter into a place where socializing did happen. One's happiness was always a satisfaction to him. A plain, dark blue linen shirt and light, faded blue jeans collaborated with a pair of red nikey tennis shoes. A slender form, standing just five ft ten for such a young man of Egyptian and Persian descent. His hands at the edges of his pockets even as he swept his blue-green oculars across the room scooping out the establishment.(d) VirFortisNatus: After the go ahead was given, Zero lit the cigarette and gave a strong inhale turning the tip a bright ember orange. Head moving away from Bren to exhale the smoke from her nostrils. To most people, Zero came across as more of a cigar person with her taste in fancy suits. Bren bringing up Asbel made her crack an actual smile. "I don't think anyone has ever asked how he was doing." Zero didn't wear a smile very well. Never showed any teeth so instead it looked a bit more creepy than it should have. "He's fine. I don't really imagine his situation changing anytime soon." Leather wrapped around glass pulling that crown up off the bar top. Cigarette pulled from her lips with the other. Brim of the glass to her lips and Zero too an elegant sip. Afterall she was human. Drink too much too fast and she would be fucked up. "How is Bren? Is she doing alright?" Glass placed back down and return of the cigarette. Eyes faced forward, but Bren could be sure that she was listen. Especially since Zero asked and all. -D- InkedPr1ncess: "Well, why not? Now that you let me see him, seems pretty damn polite to ask how he's doing." The smile was a bit creepy but Bren just rolled with it because she was drinking and she just didn't care as much. Her beer was finished off in a hurry though and she called for a double of Patron which she probably didn't need but it wasn't really stopping her. "You ever wear jeans? T-shirts? Something that isn't so formal? You might look less...stuffy." ::: VirFortisNatus: The creepy wasn't on purpose that was for sure. Zero's cigarette ashed off and she sighed. "I probably shouldn't have done that. It was careless. I don't even know what kind of person you are." Eyes watching the ash drop off the end and into the tray. Eyes cut back to her and shrugged. "I dressed like this for work. It's a habit I suppose." -D- DPearlPrince: He sat not far down from where the girls were chatting, ordering a beer as he thought why not settle for a little poison. Too much, his magic went haywire so he was utterfly careful about alcohol leverage in his system.(d) Sasha M Gray: Sasha pulled up out front, the low burble of the engine dying out as she shut it down and pulled the keys. Sliding out, she locked it up and headed inside. She'd been at the ME's office most of the afternoon and that antiseptic, too clean scent was one of many that clung to her hair and clothes. Sasha kept herself battle ready if you will. Hair pulled back severely from her face, jeans, tee shirt and a leather jacket over it all and boots that looked like a cross between combat boots and athletic shoes. They were made well and she had no problem running down perps in them. She didn't see Mason's bike in the lot, but then for a change, she was actually early. Whodathunk? Pulling the door open, she stepped inside and gave a glance around and headed for the bar. A nod was given Bren, and then her focus was on Nate. "Glenmorangie." She held three fingers up and then lowered her hand to rest along the bar and looked over to the suit. A new face. Maybe a new collar. Her hand lifted and she gestured to cigarette in hand. "Mind putting that out, thanks." She looked back at Nate and got her drink, then slid a glance to the door, despite not having heard Mason yet. InkedPr1ncess: She just shook her head at Zero, she didn't mind it so much now, she could always imagine sometime that she had been dreaming when she had saw that entity. "Don't worry about it, I've seen nightmares up close before, yours was a walk in the park." It was sure nice when swhe saw sasha, she hadn't seen her in a while and she had missed the birthday dinner. "Sasha, hi," she said out loud, hopefully it wasn't too loud, she forgot how much she'd had to drink but Sasha was a friend so hopefully it will be allowed. "Zero, she'll grill your ass for a snack, I'd put it out if I were you." ::: VirFortisNatus: The expression on Zero's face remained as emotionless as ever. The cigarette held inches away from her face. "There isn't anything to worry about. He's only as evil as I am." The cigarette placed back between her lips. That was when the woman came up to her and simply demanded that she put the cigarette out. A look to the woman. It was pretty empty. Just Zero looking to her to get at least a face to put along with the demand. Though then Bren said that the woman would grill her for a snack? Sighed with the smoke rolling out from between her lips. Eyes looked over it. "I'm almost done. I just won’t light another one." Hands placed the fag back between her lips and gave another inhale. -D- MasonLeeBrannon: It wouldn't be to long before the brother from another mother was making his way into the parking lot. His Harley Davidson was loud, letting others know, one half of trouble was on his way in. Once the bike came to a stop, the man was letting the engine quiet down and then switching it off before he rocked it between thighs only to put the stand down. He never wore a helmet. Always got tickets for that shit to. He didn't get one on the way in, but he was sure to get one on the way out. It never failed. Once he climbed off the bike, he was making his way inside, hand putting keys in his pocket. Once he stepped in, there was a roll of his shoulders and then a tug of his jacket before his nose twitched, taking in the scents. Few were familair. One in particular had him grinning. He looked to the bar and made his way toward her. "Hey sexy." he said, coming up behind her. Hand to the small of her back. "Nate... you know what I want." The man gave a nod as he moved to fetch Mason's drink. Mason's gaze turned back to Sasha and the others. Bren was given a nod. "Bren." : :: InkedPr1ncess: She just shook her head at Zero, she didn't mind it so much now, she could always imagine sometime that she had been dreaming when she had saw that entity. "Don't worry about it, I've seen nightmares up close before, yours was a walk in the park." It was sure nice when she saw Sasha, she hadn't seen her in a while and she had missed the birthday dinner. "Sasha, hi," she said out loud, hopefully it wasn't too loud, she forgot how much she'd had to drink but Sasha was a friend so hopefully it will be allowed. "Zero, she'll grill your ass for a snack, I'd put it out if I were you." ::: MasonLeeBrannon: It wouldn't be too long before the brother from another mother was making his way into the parking lot. His Harley Davidson was loud, letting others know, one half of trouble was on his way in. Once the bike came to a : stop, the man was letting the engine quiet down and then switching it off before he rocked it between thighs only to put the stand down. He never wore a helmet. Always got tickets for that shit to. He didn't get one on the way in, but he was sure to get one on the way out. It never failed. Once he climbed off the bike, he was making his way inside, hand putting keys in his pocket. Once he stepped in, there was a roll of his shoulders and then a tug of his jacket before his nose twitched, taking in the scents. Few were familair. One in particular had him grinning. He looked to the bar and made his way toward her. "Hey sexy." he said, coming up behind her. Hand to the small of her back. "Nate... you know what I want." The man gave a nod as he moved to fetch Mason's drink. Mason's gaze turned back to Sasha and the others. Bren was given a nod. "Bren." : :: Sasha M Gray: "Well, I didn't ask if you were done, I asked you to put it out. If you don't want to put it out, you can step outside, twenty five feet from any door or window, and finish it." Sasha smiled, reached behind her hip and pulled her cuffs, laying them on the bar, her badge was then laid next to it. "Or we can make an issue of it." Mason's hand at the small of her back didn't cause as much as a flicker of gaze from the woman she'd asked to put the smoke out. "You know, I've had a bitch of a day. I got to pull a floater out of the bay and let me tell you, after a day or two, it's never pleasant." In fact she could still smell the Vicks she'd shoved up her nose to help mask the scent of soupy death. "So do us both a favor and make my life easier." MasonLeeBrannon: He sensed tension and he wasn't expecting her to look to him or react. She knew he was just letting her know he was there. Bad habit too. Trying to keep his paws to himself when she was around. While Sasha addressed the unknown, Nate was delivering Mason's drink. With hand still to Sasha's back, the free hand was reaching for the drink. He lifted it to lips and as a swallow was taken, he was peering over Sasha's shoulder to whomever was stupid enough to press their luck when it came to the rough around the edges blonde. Once the glass was lowered, Brow arched. "Dunno if I would piss her off it I were you." he offered to the unknown before lifting the glass for another drink. : :: VirFortisNatus: Those black eyes looked to Sasha. The cigarette still in her mouth. The blank expression pretty much said it all. Just about how much Zero cared about her day or how she felt at all. The cigarette pulled from her lips but not before taking the final puff to pull the cigarette down to the filter. Gloved hand reached over to the neck of Brenley's empty bottle and pulled it over to her and dropped the finished cigarette down into the drink. "Patience is a virtue." Zero had done what she wanted and Sasha had got what she wanted. Attention focusing back over on Bren. "What is in Patron? Never had any before." -D- InkedPr1ncess: Bren looked over to Sasha, to the cuffs and then downed the whole double shot at once and asked Nate for another. If she was going to get drunk, then it was a good night for it, and she was among friends. "Hi Mason, how are ya. Nate could ya put theirs on mine?" Looking at Zero, she was very grateful the cigarette was put out, she was in no mood to ref a match. "Patron is tequila, a good brand. Try some, you might like it." :::: MasonLeeBrannon: A smartass. He hated smartasses. He sniffed and gave a roll of his eyes. Why the fuck can't people just do what's asked of them when its asked? Always gotta be a fucking pain in the ass one way or the other. Either by action or by a smart remark. He glanced to Bren. "I'm well enough Bren, thanks. Yourself?" he asked. "Hey.. listen... sorry I wasn't able to make it last night. But I do hope you had a good night. Yeah?" he asked. : :: VirFortisNatus: Nothing smartass about it. Patience is a virtue and with a bit of it everyone usually gets what they want in the end. Mamake you do crazy things?" Brow rose and she shook her head. "I don't think I need anything to assist with the doings of crazy shit," Zero didn't need to bring a lot of attention to herself. -D- Sasha M Gray: Yeah, the cigarette was out. If the smartass went for another one, Sasha would go out ot the car and start writing her up. See if the woman was willing to cough up a hundred bucks to smoke that forty cent cigarette where the law prohibited such. And there was a difference between being smart and smartassed and the woman fell way below the mark of the former. Sasha took up her scotch and then gave Mason a smile as her free hand slipped her badge back onto her belt, before the cuffs were put back in their case at the back of her hip. "So, tall, dark and handsome," the smile grew, "what have you been up to?" InkedPr1ncess: Bren just smiled and nodded, she liked the way Mason and Sasha looked together. Presuming they were together, but she didn't know that for sure. "Yeah, we had a good dinner. Meghan and Alex came over and we had some good food and drinks. Next time, you two come if I have to drag you." Not literally, she might be able to but she liked Sasha and didn't want those cuffs. "Yeah, tequila makes one do crazy shit, maybe that's the point. But it's a damn good drink and I deserve it. I think." ::: MasonLeeBrannon: Its a matter of difference in opinoins. And opinoins are like assholes. Everyone has one. When Sasha tucked the cuffs away, he smirked to her. "Not in the mood tonight?" he teased with a grin. "And my usual thing. Nothing special. Might actually start working and making money doing something legit." Rather than fighting and gambling and shit. He glanced back to Bren and grinned. "Gonna take a lot of muscle to drag me around. You got enough of it?" he joked. Glass was lifted for a swallow. Looking back to Sasha. "Guessing your day was the usual?" he asked. : :: VirFortisNatus: Took up her own glass of Crown and looked within it. That hand swirling the liquid around within the glass. "Your drink makes mine look so dull and uninviting." Wasn't that pretty much descriptive of Zero? Those eyes narrowed and a scowl came up on her face. Narrowed her eyes and gripped the glass tightly. Thoughs in her mind caused her head to shake and then down the hatch when the remainder of her crown before slamming the glass down and sliding it towards the tender. Once getting his attention she scratched the counter next to her glass indicating a refill. Eyes looked over to Bren once the stoic expression returned. "Maybe if you do something crazy I can be there to observe and learn yeah?" Bad attempt at a joke. -D- InkedPr1ncess: "Trust me, you don't wanna be around me when I do something crazy. I don't think that you would learn anything from me anyway." Trying to be as subtle as she could, because even if she could get drunk she wasn't going to spout off at the mouth anymore about who or what she was. That got her into a pickle last time, didn't it? She looked to Mason, sized him up and then laughed. "Yeah, I got some muscle. I think I could take you, if Sasha helped me." ::: Sasha M Gray: "Yeah, pretty much." She nodded. They had a dead teen in the morgue that needed to be ID'd through dental, since time and tide had done a number on her. The ME is working on her. I should know more tomorrow." She smiled, tiredly, leaning into him as she lifted her scotch and took a drink. VirFortisNatus: The new glass delivered and Zero had to pick it up. Something had to be in her hands at all time. Some sort of vice. Eyes just remained fixed on the glass and Zero grinned. "There is always something to learn from someone." That was how Zero made it this far across the states. Picking up things here and there. Some extortion here some more black mail over there. You know the works. Cleared her throat and looked over to the glass of patron and then eyes up to the tender. Her crown placed down and Zero ordered a single shot of Patron. Hopefully this wont be a mistake. -D- MasonLeeBrannon: He grinned at Bren. "We'll put this theory of your to the test one day soon I'm thinking." he replied with a nod. Attention turned back to Sasha a moment. His hand slid up her back and to a shoulder. Squeeze given. "Sounds like you need a hot bath and maybe a good rub down." he replied. Other hand lifted his scotch for a swallow before he was setting the glass aside. "Nate, refill bub." Nate nodded and refilled the man's glass. "You're a good man Nate. I like you. Gonna have to talk to that boss of yours about getting you some help here and a raise." Nate just grinned and nodded. Mason however was looking to Sasha again. "We can go to my place or yours." he said as she leaned back against him. : :: InkedPr1ncess: "Not from me hon, not from me." Bren was a hard worker and a decent person, but in certain areas of her life she failed miserably. Her second double was downed and she shuddered, she felt like that was her stopping point because she still had to try and find a way home. Or else just crash in her car in the parking lot and sleep it off. "Go to his place, Sasha," she suggested, but she had no idea where Mason lived but it sounded like a good idea. :::: Sasha M Gray: Draining her glass, she motioned for another as well as the strain of the day was shrugged off with a roll of shoulder and a deeper lean into the man behind her at the bar. "That sounds like a plan. We should go to my place, though. I have a goldfish to feed. I'm almost certain he would guilt me with self cannibalization if the had the balls to eat a fin." VirFortisNatus: Zero already had a backup plan to be taken home. Had texted Liesa to come pick her up when she was ready to leave. The patron delievered and Zero took up the shot glass then shoved it back. The liquid entered her throat and by george the most emotion Bren had ever seen out of Zero would be now. Face twisted up then turned sour a moment. Not because Zero wasn't used to liqour, but because tequila was an entirely different beast. "Ugh." Eyes watered and she reached for something to wash that down with. Crown! Oh yes... perfect. Sipped a bit of the drink then looked over to Brenley. "You know--" Cheeks were turning red. "I bet there are a lot of things you don't tell me. We could make a game out of it," -D- Sasha M Gray: Sasha looked over at Bren and smirked. "I just want to make him wear my pink ruffled bathrobe." And yes, she was kidding. She didn't do ruffles. Or pink for that matter. InkedPr1ncess: "No offense, Mason, but I do not want to ever see you in a pink bathrobe, sir." Sasha either, but if they wanted to play that way, they could probably enjoy it more. She looked at Zero and shook her head, she was not even going there. "Of course there are a lot of things I don't tell ya, I really don't have any idea who you are. I don't wanna play any drinking games, I had enough and this fine blonde right here is a cop and she will bust me." ::: MemorysOfABroken: - - She couldn't even drive her own damn car. The 1962 jag was deemed "unsafe" for the woman. Piss Liesa off? A tiny bit. The car was original and had all the bare essentials that the 60's did. Simplicity. so tonight, She drove the new car and parked that tiny...tiny beast in the parking lot before coming into. She was greeted inpersonaly by a drinking zero. Tequila. another reminder of what she was missing out on. - - " Getting in trouble again, zero.." - - She paused behind the woman and let miscolored eyes pass over everyone else in the bar. She knew one person other than zero...maybe - - MasonLeeBrannon: "My place is actually our place." he said to Bren. "TC and I share a cabin. A batchelor pad. But Abby's there withus now and she and TC yanno.." he added. Gaze turned to Sasha. "Then your place it is." he said. "I'm sure your fish misses you. And yeah... no. I don't do pink. Or ruffles. I'd rather go nude." he replied with a smirk. Though, he gave Sasha a wink. Though, the unknowns words had him eyeing her suspiciously and then he looked to Bren with a questionable gaze. "Friend of yours?" he asked, then looked back to the unknown. "So what if she doesn't tell you a lot of things... she's got her reasons. What's yours for wanting to know?" Protective? Yeah. He was. Pack mentality. : :: VirFortisNatus: The male came up and Zero sighed. Moved a bit away from Bren and the male. "I'm not having another pissing conest with another male." The crown pulled up to her lips and the drink splashed along the back of her throat. Zero's movement away from the bar a little sloppy and a random near trip over a chair. Groaned and then looked to Lisa. "Let's go." Zero moved pass Liesa and out the door. Once outside she stood still for a moment. Took in a deep breath and brought her gloved hands up to the collar of her shirt buttoning back up for that professional look she generally more so enjoyed. The flushed cheeks, the wobble, the over excited speech all gone. Hands pulled a cigarette free from a pack in her pocket and placed it to her lips. Not lighting, but instead slipping into the passenger side seat of her car waiting for Liesa to drag her ass out here and take her home. -D- Sasha M Gray: "Nude it is. My evil plan is working." Sasha looked back the woman trying to grill Bren. "How about a pissing contest with me, then. I can shoot for accuracty and distance, if I hit just the right angle. What is it you want to know and why?" When the woman moved off with her friend, Sasha just watched, and then looked back to Bren. "That's the one?" MasonLeeBrannon: Mason just stared. "Pissing contest? I'm afraid you'd end up losing, unless you got something you ain't spose to. And if thats the case, that shits scary." Yeah, Mason was being a dick, and he had every right to be. He didn't like how that had sounded. Like she was fishing for something. Something she probably didn't have any business fishing for. He watched as the woman left and attention turnd back to the girls. "What the fuck is her problem and who the hell is she?" he asked. Glance to Sasha, he'd get back to her and that evil plan in a moment. Back to Bren and waited. : :: InkedPr1ncess: Bren shook her head at the question, Zero was an acquaintance if anything but the girl had the ability to anger people as quick as Kaly did. "No, she's not a friend, I know her a bit. She came up and grilled me the first time I met her about the pack leader. Apparently she doesn't like Alex much, and he really doesn't like her. I can tolerate her, sure, but I think she's wanting some info. I might be a bit tipsy but I'm not that stupid." She could talk to Zero but if she was fishing for info, that lake was all dried up and then some. ::: MemorysOfABroken: "great..." - A drunk zero. This should be fun. Reaching up, She ran a bare hand through her blonde hair, pulling it back at the same time. She was going to say something to the people in the bar but gave it up and just turned to leave. - - ( D.) MasonLeeBrannon: "Gee, I can't imagine why, she seems like such a nice girl." Words dripping with sarcasm. "Asking questions about the pack leader? Why the fuck is she asking questions about him?" Hard glare back to the door, even though the bitch was gone. He stared for a long moment in thought and looked back to Bren and Sasha. : :: VirFortisNatus: Zero wasn't drunk... Just looked over to Liesa once she got in the car. Hand pulled out a piece of paper with a small map wrote on it. "Take me here. You got twenty minutes to get there and you better not make me late." Leaned back in the leather bucket seat and yawned. -D- Sasha M Gray: "Alex mentioned her. She wants to ask questions, you direct her to me. If she doesn't like it, she can take her pissing contest and piss up a rope." InkedPr1ncess: "She wants to ask him for help. I didn't give her any info on him, I told him that she wanted to meet with him, and that was it. I'm not getting into whatever she's into. Not gonna be somebody's bitch who don't have good intentions anyway." ::: MasonLeeBrannon: "Yeah... no. From now on, if she has any further pack questions... direct her to Sasha. And like she said, if she don't like it, tough shit." He lifted his drink for a long swallow and slid it to Nate for a refill. : ::
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Post by Alex Vipond on Aug 22, 2013 21:29:23 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex pulled into the lot and killed the engine. Sliding out he glanced around, checking the lot before he pulled his phone from his hip pocket and sent off a text to Meghan to let her know where he was. No he wasn't whipped. He simply wanted her to know where he was. With the message sent, he slipped the phone back into his pocket and headed inside.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren came up not long after Alex did, and no, she would not have thought that he was whipped. She knew the close bond between him and Meghan, of course he would tell her. Hopefully it was going to be a fun night, they could probably use it. "Buying the drinks tonight, Alex? Or is it ladies' turn?" :::
Alex Vipond: "Drinks are on me." He smiled and pulled the door open, holding it for Bren, and giving a look around to find Mars no where in sight.. "He must have made a left at Albuquerque." Stepping in after her, he headed for the bar. "What are you having?" He turned, pacing backward toward the bar as he regarded her, waiting for her answer.
InkedPr1ncess: "I was kidding, you don't gotta buy. But hell, first round can be on you. Fuzzy navel, I'm going lightweight this evening." Staying away from that tequila, unless she had some at home. "Maybe he got stopped at the border in Tijuana." :::
Alex Vipond: "He better not be anywhere near the border. The last time was more than enough." Yeah, nothing like a little murder and mayhem in Mexico. Sounded like an E ride at Disneyland. "Fuzzy Navel...." he smirked and gave Nate a nod up. "One Fuzzy Navel and three fingers of scotch...” Alex settled onto a stool and looked around, then back at Bren. "Some folks might get the impression we live here."
InkedPr1ncess: "Well, lately we've either been living in the park or the bar. One might think you were homeless until they saw that sweet ride of yours outside. But hey, can they get any cooler than us?" Doubtful, or at least Alex anyway. "Mind if I ask who the woman in the studio was? She didn't seem familiar, but I'm not sure now." :::
Alex Vipond: "She is the sister of the ... guest of Axle's." Alex shrugged and gave Nate a nod of appreciation as their drinks were set down before them. "Run a tab, will you Nate? Thanks." He looked back at Bren. "So that could be why she seemed familiar."
InkedPr1ncess: She hadn't really recognized the face, but she'd heard that voice before. Now she knew where, and it stung even more when she realized. "Yeah, she came to me. It was like this weird dream state, and she told me that Axle was healed and everything would be all right between us. Maybe she got confused about that part." She shrugged her shoulders and thanked Nate for the drink before she took a sip. "I wanted to tell you about that but I never got the chance to." :::
Alex Vipond: "Well there are varying degrees of alright, and they may never mesh from one person to another." He shrugged. "And yeah, you never told me about that." It had been a crazy fucking time. Lifting his glass he took a sip, then set the glass back on the bar.
InkedPr1ncess: "Happened a while ago. She seems nice enough, but maybe I was the one who got my signals crossed. I'm gonna just blame the experience on past idiots." Least she could joke about it now, the past idiots part. Axle wasn't one of them, but that was a different story altogether. "Thank ya for the drink, I'll split it with ya at the end of the night." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex studied the amber in his glass for a moment, then he shook his head at her. "No need..." he contemplated a moment, then shrugged. "I think maybe you read more into things than there might be present." He'd either help her or piss her off. He was hoping for the former.
InkedPr1ncess: "Yeah, maybe I did. That was the vibe I got from him, but it could have been whatever was inside him too. Not gonna worry about it now though, gotta move on and put that in the past, right?" Oh no, she wasn't mad, not at all. Alex could make sense of things even if he was making a point, and he made a good one. :::
Alex Vipond: "Learn from the past, and move forward. And remember, we like to chase. Comes from the days of hunting women down and clubbing them over the head before dragging them back to our caves." he smirked. "Makes us feel all manly. But if the woman does the pursuing, we feel stalked and run the other way. Or tap it and leave before morning." If you know, they were asshole enough to do so. Which, he will admit he'd had a few of those in his day.
VirFortisNatus: We were all sure Alex had a few men tap it and leave him in the morning. Zero would totally hug him to comfort him for it too! Door to the pool hall opened and in she stepped. Blue jeans cut off mid thigh with raggy tatters swinging down along her pale legs. T-shirt black with no logos or anything of the such. Pink hair swooped down to cover the left side of her face and on top of her head a knit cap. Zero's dark eyes looked about and then saw Bren. Nod given with gloved hands stuffing inside of her pockets. -D_
InkedPr1ncess: She couldn't help but laugh, she would give Alex a hug if she wouldn't look silly doing it. "You make a good point, Alex. But I think that I'm cursed, maybe it's karma coming back to bite me in the ass or something. I got a boy at home but he walks on four legs, is a blonde, and he doesn't give me shit," she joked, glad she was putting Jericho in his hands. She saw Zero, got the nod and returned it, giving her the sit down and have a drink look. "How are you?" she asked, definitely still glad for a very restful night of sleep. ::::
Alex Vipond: "He'd better give you shit at some point or other or he'll fucking explode." Alex looked over and gave a nod up, then looked back at Bren. "Of course I make a good point. And it's not about karma so much as changing past behavior."
VirFortisNatus: Emotionless as ever, Zero just came up next to Brenley and thought a second. Tender came and she placed the usual order of Crown Royale. "My lips are still tingling Bren." Gloved hand moved up to touch her bottom lip softly. It was probably a bit eerie, but Zero was trying to make a joke. Hand to her lips moved away and waved to Alex before snatching the glass of Crown and sipping. -D-
Alex Vipond: Alex gave a double take, looking between the two, and yeah, his mind went there. "Something I should know about, or at least have video rights to?"
InkedPr1ncess: Bren looked at Zero and then back to Alex and just shook her head. "No, Alex, not at all. If I was going to do anything to sell video rights for, I'd be sure to tell you in case you wanted to market it." Yes, it was definitely time for a drink, and the fuzzy navel had never tasted so good. "Have a refill when you're done," she said, grinning at the girl. ::::
VirFortisNatus: Head turned and looked to Alex and softly smiled, but said nothing. Turned back to her drink and shrugged. "I didn't fuck her or anything. I kissed her and then afterwards she gave me a look. I couldn't leave her cold." Shrug of the shoulders and took the drink back sipping. -D-
Alex Vipond: "It was worth a shot..." Shrugging, he took another sip of his drink, then turned on the stool and leaned back against the bar. "Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do."
InkedPr1ncess: Oh, how glad in that moment she was to be friends with Alex. He had been a lifesaver a few times, literally. But also he just ruled all ass. "I wouldn't trust anyone else but you, Alex." And he was right, do what you gotta do. :::
Alex Vipond: "And there you have it." he chuckled, then drained his glass and motioned to Nate for a refill. He also gestured to Zero. "Put hers on my tab as well."
VirFortisNatus: For a moment Zero was off in her own little world. Pondering things about an OSV-96 and her Springfield XD .45 and how she could increase firing speed without tinkering with the recoil mechanism. Slowly looked over to Alex and smiled. "Thanks." She wasn't exactly doing well in lightening up so... how to bring about conversation. "How are you both doing tonight?" Simple and effective. -D-
Alex Vipond: "Good, thanks." Alex nodded and took up his refilled glass, taking a sip before continuing. "How are you doing?" Yes, he could hold polite conversation. He'd been doing it most of his life and had a lot of practice.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren just shrugged, she was doing as well as she could be. Alex seemed to be doing well too. "I'm good. Went to the studio to help out Alex for a bit. Now I'm having some drinks and probably going to dance on the bar." Stern face until she started laughing, no way she was really going to do that. :::
VirFortisNatus: "I could always be worse." Which was true. At least Zero wasn't on fire in a bar and rather than just in a bar. Bren suggestion of dancing on the bar sounded like a good idea. That is until she laughed. Then brow rose. "Why is that funny?" -D-
Alex Vipond: "Hey, we could start our own version of Coyote Ugly." Hey don't knock it, Alex was down with it. So long as it wasn't him dancing on the bar. On stage sure, he had no problem dancing around stage while performing.
InkedPr1ncess: "Funny because I wouldn't have the nerve to do it. Unless Alex does it too." She just grinned, she knew she was not going to get him on a bar, and if she did, she wanted photographic evidence of it for future blackmail purposes. "Okay, Alex, you start the bar and the day you do it, I'll sign up to dance." :::
VirFortisNatus: Had no idea what Coyote Ugly was, but wasn't against dancing on the bar. Zero's gloved hand moved up to Bren's shoulder and gripped it. "Those without nerve never get to have any fun." Hand on Bren's back patting it then eyes gestured to the bartop. "Get up there and dance." Dark eyes amused looking to Bren. -D-
Alex Vipond: "Oh no.... I already dance around stage like a Jack Russell Terrier on crack, I don't need to be up on the bar. Besides, no one is going to pay to see me up there, but hot chicks, hell to the yeah."
InkedPr1ncess: "You kidding? All those stalkers would throw money on the bar if you got up there." That was the truth, and she knew one hot chick that would pay-his wife. "I'm not drunk enough for that, but I promise when I am I'll be stupid enough to do it. And I'll give all the proceeds to Nate for having to look up at me." The drink was finished off and she ordered another. ::::
VirFortisNatus: Shook her head. "Unacceptable." Moved off her stool and grabbed Bren's hand. "Come on. Let's do it. You're suppose to teach me how to lighten up. So--" Head tilted. "Lighten up." -D-
Alex Vipond: Alex smirked and looked from Zero to Bren. "She's got you there..." Bar tab = couple hundred. Paying Nate off in tips to not call the cops if they got rowdy = another hundred. Watching Zero turn Bren's words back on her = Priceless.
InkedPr1ncess: What in the hell had just happened? "Tell me again why I should keep my mouth shut, Alex. Oh no wait, you encourage me." She faked a growl at him and she went over to the jokebox, found the perfect song and then she came back and climbed up onto the bar. Well, it was perfect to her, Paradise City by Guns and Roses. "Come on then," she called out to Zero, least a little alcohol would help, she hoped. ::::
VirFortisNatus: Oh wait... she was suppose to get up there too? Zero watched her climb up on the bar. "Shit." Groaned. Gloved hand pressed palm to the bar and with a press off of her feet and push of her hand she was propelled up and landed on the bar with those crimson and white converse with the script A on the heel. Stood up there and looked to Bren. Did Zero know how to dance? She sure did, but she would wait and let Bren start off to get a feel. -D-
Alex Vipond: "Take another shot if it helps." He chuckled and watched, leaning back on his bar stool as he turned back around to watch them. "Alright, let's see what you've got." Now he just felt like some sort of perverted director.
InkedPr1ncess: Bren shrugged, she asked Nate for a shot, because she could use one if Alex was talking to her. The tequila was downed as soon as he handed it to her and when the song started she was all over it. She loved the band and that song had a good rhythm to it, she threw caution to the wind and blew Zero a kiss just to get her moving. She wanted to get Alex to sing along while she was moving around the bar, turned out the girl had moves after all. ::::
VirFortisNatus: What would Zero Do... There should be a fucking arm band for that. Her hand moved to grab at Bren's waist and pull her towards her. This was a sleezy slut kind of thing wasn't it? Zero's hand twirled Bren around to bring Bren's back side to grind into Zero's crotch. Gloved hand pressed hard against Bren's shirt line slowly pulling it up over those well toned stomach muscles to just give the smallest tease of her bra line before releasing the shirt to fall and Zero's hand continued its trail up her chest just barely grazing a breast. Hand over Bren's heart and the pair would continue to grind. -D-
MemorysOfABroken: - - Zero dancing? Liesa had impeccable timing in coming to the pool hall. Still dressed in work cloths, plain V neck black shirt and a jean skirt that stopped mid thigh with a pair of cheap boots, She slowly headed to the bar, threading through the pool tables with her eyes pinned on the two dances. Was she jelious? nah. upset, or anything like that seeing zero? nope. She did raise her hands to clap them verry softly, more of a fake clap towards them before picking her seat at the bar. She glanced over to alex who was watching them and inquired with a slight smirk. - - "How much did they drink? "
Alex Vipond: "Sex is supposed to be on the beach, not the bar!" Yes, he cracked himself up sometimes. Alex clapped and whistled, then motioned to Nate for another round as he killed his drink off. Alex looked over at the woman and shook his head. "Hell they haven't even scratched the surface of intoxication."
InkedPr1ncess: Bren just winked at Alex but it was in that friendly way, not the I better go tell his wife way. But hey, she got up on the bar and as the song picked up and she was grinding back against Zero, she brought up her hand and dared to take ahold of that hand and encourage her to squeeze. She wasn't going to do anything to get kicked out but if she had a pole she might have grabbed it. "Alex, don't you mean tables? Up against walls?" Oh yes, she remembered a few talks with him as well. Then she broke that little spell, turned around and grabbed Zero to bring her in, giving a little tug on her hair as she was singing along a little bit. :::
VirFortisNatus: Zero was enjoying this of course. Interaction with another was rarely welcome but there were a few people she'd interact with. Bren, Liesa, and-- Well in a less touchy way Alex. Though she felt a vibration in her pocket and Zero hadto back away from Bren and pull out the phone. Eyes went over the screen and she tucked it away. Reached up on her head and pulled off the knit cap and pulled it over Bren's head and got up on her tippy toes to place a kiss on her forehead. Then off the counter she jumped. Nodded to Alex and gave Liesa a hug on the way out. Zero left in a bit of a hurry. -D-
Alex Vipond: "To the window..., to da wall..." Yes, he cracked his ass up at times. White boy with the rap riffs. Alex was still chuckling when Zero jumped down off He had the song in his head now and he got up and headed for the juke box, and started flipping through the selections until he found it and punched it in.
MemorysOfABroken: - - Zero not drunk and danceing? She was amused. Canting her head, She watched the woman dart out for possible a job. The hug was returned back but her attention turned back to the bar. If only she could drink. - - " Oh hell no. " She held up a hand in appology to bren. " I can't dance like that. I have two left feet. "
InkedPr1ncess: She tucked that knit cap down on her head and she finished out the song, her own female version of Axl Rose, but hopefully more attractive. No way she wasn't going out with a bang and she waited for Alex to go to the jukebox. Once she heard that song playing, she laughed and wasn't sure she could do that one. But there she went with another shot from Nate and her ass was dropping low to the bar before she was back up on her feet and shaking it. Had some curves that she could move and she didn't know the words to that song for anything, but if she gave Alex a smile then it was all worth it. ::::
Alex Vipond: "Sure you can." Alex was up on his feet, and no he didn't get up on the bar, but he started moving, and yes, amazingly enough, the white boy could dance. He dropped low when the song called for it, and yeah he even sang with it.
MemorysOfABroken: - - She blinked. she didn't know this song at all but it had a funny tune to it. And she will forever remember it as the song people just start dancing too. - - " Says the person with actual moves. " - - She wasn't getting out of this seat. Question, What did skeet mean? - -
InkedPr1ncess: She gave the girl a thumbs up anyway, and when she saw Alex breaking it down she motioned to the bar. "Come on, just once. You got me up here, let's show them all a thing or two." He was not going to get out of it if she had to get on the floor and pick his skinny ass upherself. :::
Alex Vipond: Laughing he shook his head and then leapt up onto the bar, and continued dancing to the music. He'd started something and he would, no doubt regret it later, as soon as some pappz broke loose with pictures but it was fun, he had to admit.
MemorysOfABroken: -Still not doing it. Liesa sat back and enjoyed the show. - - " Go lower! I'll buy a drink to the person who goes the lowest " InkedPr1ncess: Liesa didn't have to do it, but Alex and Bren were having fun. She almost hoped someone did get pics of it, it was a fun night after all. She motioned for Alex to go at the same time, but when she tried to go down too low one more time, that sexy little sway got her ass planted on the bar and she started laughing while she let Alex finish. Good thing she had her own cell in her pocket, she got video footage. :::
Alex Vipond: Alex dropped down, damned near doing the splits , and that was enough for him. Wasn't a matter of his legs it was a matter of not straining the boys. The way he popped back up one might think he'd been on springs and he laughed, hand out to Bren to help her back on up.
MemorysOfABroken: " Well..." - She pursed her chapstick slick lips and pressed a single pointer digit to them. - - " Bren did technicaly get lowest. But, You both get drinks from the kudos. " - - Good by tip money. She ordered herself a glass of sweet tea and left the tab open for the other two. - -
InkedPr1ncess: Once she stood back up, she was just being a little silly, doing a little bump and grind though not with Alex. Just to get him to smile and she bowed to him with the hand motions once they had both won a drink. "Now, tell the truth, you needed that, didn't you?" she asked, shaking his hand and giving him a fist bump to the applause around the bar. :::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, okay..." He nodded. "I could use a little hair letting down now and then." He walked off the bar the same way he walked off the stage in concert. As if there weren't a four foot or better drop at the next step. Turning, he offered his hand up to help Bren down.
InkedPr1ncess: She took his hand and hopped down, giving him one more bow before she took a needed breather on the barstool. Two shots and two fruity drinks were just making her smile and she was going to finish the night off with a beer. "Well done, my friend. I got video and if anyone else got pics I might be on the news with you. I'll be sure and send this to Meghan." :::
Alex Vipond: "You did not...." Was he freaking out? No, but he sure as hell didn't want it on Youtube. "Nooo, noooo, pass. Hard pass." He shook his head. "No pictures, no video..."
MemorysOfABroken: "News? " - - She held her sweet tea between her hands and canted her head just enough for her hair not to fall off her shoulder and into her face. - - " no..nevermind. " - The cant from curiosity was taken back and she took a short sip of her drink. Apparently she was still out of the loop on who was who here. She could be talking to the president and would never know it. - - " Mm. so i know this is a little late, But I'm Liesa. Zeros freind. Bren, i think you know me though. "
InkedPr1ncess: "No, no, Alex, I would never do that. I was just gonna send to Meghan. I'll delete it if you want." She didn't mind that at all, if he didn't want the risk, at least she would have the memories of it. Giving him a friendly pat on the back, she took a drink from the bottle and took her phone back out, holding her finger above delete when she picked up the video. "I've heard Zero talk about you once or twice, but nice to meet you in case we've met before and I just blanked out." ::::
Alex Vipond: "That would explain the hugging." Alex nodded, settled onto his stool once more and took up his glass. "Don't delete it, just don't broadcast it. All it would take is for TMZ to get hold of it and next thing you know the headlines are: Drunken Rocker Defiles Bar." He nodded to her. "They'd do it. And I really don't need that kind of exposure." He looked over at Leisa and smiled, hand offered out. "Alex Vipond."
MemorysOfABroken: - - Rock Band. That made sense. She offered a tiny smile and exposed one chilled hand to shake alexs. He would quickly pull it off as her hand on the cold drink. If only that was the truth. She was human. Just special. - - " Well, The pleasure is mine. You two seriously have given me a nice reminder of tonight. Work was.." - - Her shoulders lifted slightly into a shrug - - " I want a bottle of tequila like someone on a diet craves chocolate but I cant drink. "
InkedPr1ncess: "I would not do that to you, Alex, no way. No one touches this phone but me anyway, and I wouldn't risk your career." She thought that much of him, and he was a good friend. She looked over at Liesa curiously. "You can't drink but you came into a bar? That doesn't make much sense. But I guess if you're okay with it." :::
Alex Vipond: Alex had his own temperature issues. His body ran at a cool 95 degrees, all the time. Didn't sound like much of a drop until one realized that 95 was the point in which hypothermia set in. "That bad, huh?" He took a sip of his scotch, one brow rising. "And why can't you drink?"
MemorysOfABroken: " Dicks will be dicks drunk or sober. " - - She retreated her hand, making not comment on his body temp. She was no stranger to the world that went for strolls in the darkness. Lifting her drink, The ice tea was offered as cheers.: Even if she already drank out of it. Odd. Atleast liesa was a nice odd. - - " Long Story. So drink one for me? Cheers to a a good night. "
InkedPr1ncess: Bren didn't understand the first comment but maybe she was just tired or had to stop drinking when that beer was done. She just shook her head and held up her beer. "Cheers to Alex for making a bar dancer not so lonely tonight." It was a good toast, wasn't it? Next time maybe Meghan would be there and could join her. :::
Alex Vipond: Send her that video and she'd be all over it. "We need to have another party. Other than the masque, that's a formal thing. We need a party to get drunk and loud at." Well, try to get drunk. He'd not yet found his limit. Then again he wasn't much of a drinker.
MemorysOfABroken: "Invite me. I' ld enjoy seeing you guy get back on a bar and dance. " - - She took a quick sip of her tea and this time held it in her lap whiles she pushed the head of the bar stool caddy to watch them both at the same time. - -
InkedPr1ncess: "How about one of our houses? I don't have neighbors close enough that would mind, and I'm pretty sure your house is big enough to get lost in. We could definitely do that." He had the right idea, they had parties for occasions but this needed to be one where they could just eat a little, drink a whole lot, and get into whatever mischeif they could since no one would have to drive. "I''d definitely help out with that." :::
Alex Vipond: "Sounds like a plan. Maybe middle of the month. We can do it at our place and that way if anyone's too drunk to drive they're covered." He nodded, and knocked back his scotch, then slid the glass over for a refill.
InkedPr1ncess: "Of course. Let me know if I can bring anything. Booze, food, whatever." She finished off the beer and put the bottle down, she was going to pull out some money so she could pay for the drinks instead of Alex doing it. "I should probably be getting myself home. I'm still good, but I would rather crash on my bed than in a ditch somewhere." :::
Alex Vipond: "This is true. Take it easy, Bren." he pulled his phone and checked the time. It was early yet, but only because he didn't have to work tomorrow. Have to. Would he? No doubt.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Oct 8, 2013 5:01:05 GMT -8
Tawdry Taboo: Where was Bogart when you needed the kind of one liner that could level a room and leave generations milling for the long haul? Sure it wasn't a gin joint but there had to be some fortuitous luck working in her favor that she just so happened to walk into his pool hall. At least for the moment she was blissfully unaware of the fact that of all the pool halls, in all the towns, in all the world she made her way with the solid staple snap of too high for comfort heels toward the bar. Drawing a stool and saddling up with the desire to drive away the stress of a long flight with a few strong drinks. At least the little import could play nice for the moment, though whether or not she'd be able to maintain that smile for the long haul had yet to be seen. Surely old blood died hard and she was the kind of kitten who bore claws and happily cut with them. Requesting her drinks with an all too familiar Irish accent the golden haired darling leaned in and waited, turning those tri-colored eyes over the establishment with a scrutinizing care. Piecing it all together like a puzzle that worked out only to possibilities, potential and profit. As soon as she had her drink in hand she'd do the polite thing, pay the man off, thank him, and make sure that the whiskey went to good use.
Condemned Legacy: And here the Brit thought his night was going to be the usual boring night. The bell that rang, signaled an entry. Though, as to whom, he wasn't sure of as of yet. It was the sound of that bell that drew him out of his long stare in to space. He blinked a few times before fingers came together to rub lightly at his eyes and then pinch the bridge of his nose a moment as he leaned forward and braced an elbow on the desk. "Bloody paper work... never ends." He mumbled to himself. The pencil was dropped, the ledger closed, and he rubbed roughly at his tired face with both hands. The bit of scruff that lined his jaw and chin was idly scratched at before he pushed up and stretched. He moved to the office door, stepped out and pulled it to, but didn't lock it. With it being such a slow night, he didn't think anyone would try any funny business. As he rounded the corner, he called out to Nate. "Alright mate... let me have my usual before I call it a night." Nate had by now, already greeted the lovely lady and asked what he could get her, before his boss came into view and made his own request. -d
Tawdry Taboo: In most circumstances when a bomb was about to go off there was some kind of warning, unfortunately in this particular circumstance the only warning that would come was the tick of those ornate eyes as they fell upon a familiar face. To say that Uriah had left a lasting impression on her in England would have been a bit of an understatement, which was made all too evident in the flutter of tension that moved through her jaw. Temper, temper. Bringing the lip of that glass to a softer set she let the cold liquor roll over her tongue, draining it in a manner that was less than lady-like before setting the glass down with a clink of the ice. Shifting in her seat she rotated just enough to get a good look at him, he'd grown up a bit, good for him... maybe he wasn't quite the bastard now that he had been then. Would that have been a consolation? Not in the slightest, perhaps that's why all that work she'd done on anger management failed to keep her from speaking out. "Well you surely don't sound like as big a wanker as you once were... pity you look a hell of a lot worse. Guess you can't have it all though, can ya? Trade some of those good looks for a bit of humility?" She might have just told him he was uglier than he had been, but she'd also gave him the opportunity to be a nicer guy... so you see in her mind it meant she was offering him a wash. It was a very twisted little mind that Irish born bombshell had.
Condemned Legacy: Nate had replied with "Yes sir boss." and while it was said in a jesting tone, there was always that bit of respect behind it. Uriah glanced up and was about to say something more, but then a pretty soft little voice filled his ears and his brows arched. It wasn't just the tone, but the words that had his eyes narrowing to scrutinize the female. This was someone he knew? Or some hoity toity female playing a game of some sort in hopes to gain his number... more. "A lots happened over the years.. time has a way of changing a man." he replied with furrowed brows, still trying to place her as he studied that pretty little face of hers. Forgive him if he didn't remember her right off hand. He did attend plenty of parties and did take home quite a few pretty kitties when he was in his prime of the modeling career, before he walked away. However, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes at the spark of spunk this lovely lil bird had. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex left The Vine and his studio behind, and headed for the pool hall. The bag of soaps he'd scored for Meghan were in the passenger seat and making the Benz smell like a combination of mild flowers, spices, and citrus, that would make another a hungry man's mouth water for pie. You know, if that pie had lavender in it... When he pulled up, he glanced around the lot. Habit, you know, keys tucked into the pocket of his black leather jacket. The black t-shirt with the somewhat incongruous graphic of a tiny red convertible with a pair of kittens in the front seat and his usually holey jeans and size twelve sneakers finished off the look. Darkness had fallen long ago, before he even left the studio so the shades were left on the center console of the car as he headed inside, that piece of Doublemint rolling around in his mouth as he gave the place the once over. Hearing the woman giving Uriah a bit of a rash and Uriah looking as if he was trying to remember if he'd slept with her or not. Alex settled to the bar and looked between the two.
Tawdry Taboo: That expression pretty much said it all... he didn't remember her. How could he possibly? He'd be a philandering egotistical narcissist, yes she had quite a high opinion of him, who had only been interested in getting his dick wet and ruining her fast track to fame and fortune. To be fair it was one photo shoot in particular that had ensured she had to claw her way back up from the bottom. "One can certainly hope for the better." That accent was thick as could be and yet considering just how naturally soft her tone was it only seemed to add a little something to its overall appeal. Having made relatively short work of her first drink she offered the bartop a tap before turning all that vitriol to sugar for the benefit of the bartender. "Do be a bit of a lamb and fill that up for me once more, I think I may need it." When the newest chap came strolling in there was no doubt she saw him and yet she hadn't quite acknowledged him to that point. Turning that smile over in such a way that it was sure to blow a mind or two; pretty as she was she could make Colgate a whole hell of a lot of money with the way her lips bowed to flash those pearly whites. "Sorry, Love, old grudges and all that." Uriah could go right on trying to place her, that he was having such difficulty would only serve to spite her more.
Condemned Legacy: Can you blame him? Give a young man money, fancy clothes, flashy cars, and women who threw themselves at you, it was going to be hard to resist. Toss in some wild parties with the usual alcohol and maybe a few sensory enhancing drugs for experiment... and well, yeah... things were going to become a bit fuzzy. Once he reached the bar, he glanced to the new entry and realized it was Alex. "Evening Alex." Nod and smile followed, but already his pal had seen Uriah was in something deep. Or about to be. "Nate, get the man whatever he wants." Attention turned back to the female for a moment and fingers came to spread over jaw and chin as he leaned upon the bar top. Yes, still at a loss for a moment. But then... suddenly, light bulb went off. Brows furrowed. "Adrianne?" he asked, perhaps sounds a bit unsure, rather than the old cocky and rather pompous prick bastard he had been. Oi... yeah, if this was in fact Adrianne, which he was pretty sure it was with each passing moment now, he was definitely going to have quite a night. He'd cost her likely everything. Having walked out on her, before any contract could be written up and finalized. And all because she had brought him down off his high horse one evening. –d
Alex Vipond: "Ardbeg," Alex held up three fingers, then looked back at the blonde. "Oh, dear God, please, not that name...." He had an Adrienne as an ex. And yes, he'd written a song about the bbb....road. Alex gave the woman a double take as well, just to make sure she wasn't, in fact his ex, but no, there was nary a resemblance. When Nate set his glass down, he lifted it up, downed it and slid it back to the man for another, with a nod given before looking back at the scene unfolding. It was like a train wreck. One couldn't really look away, no matter how morbid it became.
Tawdry Taboo: One could certainly blame him when he had managed to cost them as much as he had her. Waiting on that second round she had no choice but to acknowledge reality once more and all the players in it. Turning those vivid eyes back toward Uriah she let the glare hone in, narrowing down to the point where they damn well could have cut it at all possible. Then he said her name and she let it all loose with an Oscar winning display of excitement. "There you go, Baby Boy, you got your brain after all from the Wizard." That she actually clapped for him would only make matters worse, though at least it was more of a golf clap then a whole round of applause. "You almost deserve a drink for that one... I'm surprised you can even remember given just how many blondes you probably rolled out of your bed in those days... oh but wait, that was the problem wasn't it? I wouldn't fuck ya', so you and your bruised up little ego had to go and ruin everything for me." At least she'd fixed it... it had taken a whole hell of a lot of time, but she got back on top, no thanks to him.
Condemned Legacy: While most might find it.... necessary to sleep their way to the top... Adrianne had not. Then? Uriah couldn't have given two fucks about her and her business... or lack thereof, thanks to his walking out on her. Now? The man before her? Realized he'd made his fair share of mistakes. More than fair share and more days than not, they all came back to haunt him. Literately most of the damn time. He cleared his throat and nodded. "I deserve that. Can't fault you for the grudge and all. So now that you're here... what is it you wish to do my lil poppet? Want to make me squirm? Get some sort of revenge? Make me pay for what I did back then?" He asked. He glanced to Nate and gave a lift of his chin. Nate was quick about setting the tumbler and the bottle of scotch before Uriah. "Then go ahead.... do it until you're hearts content." He added as he poured himself a nice glass full. "But I promise you luv... it only makes you feel good for all of about... a few hours. At most." he added. He came to take up a stool. Not bothering to get close to her or Alex at the moment. He didn't want Alex to become some innocent victim in a random dish throwing tantrum or God forbid... something worse. Uriah, didn't at all seemed to phased by her harsh words. No yet. She hadn't exactly pushed any of his red buttons yet. Which was... growing harder to do as time went by. With age came knowledge and with knowledge came wisdom. It all equaled up to life long experiences. –d
Alex Vipond: "Yep, train wreck." Alex nodded and gave Nate a smile of gratitude when his refilled glass was set down before him. He didn't know how long ago this incident had happened, but it seemed quite fresh in ... Adrianne's mind. What was it about women with that name that could shred a man? Alex went about sipping his second, and yes, he noted Uriah's attempt to keep him out of range and he had to smile at that. Hell his own sister had tried to kill him. He could handle one dish throwing blonde. Tawdry Taboo: To be fair she wasn't throwing dishes... there weren't any close enough and that glass was once again full of whiskey and she wasn't about to waste that! When Uriah folded before the fight even really got started she seemed a bit torn. On one hand it would have been all too easy to sit there and scream at him until she was blue in the face, yet on the other hand it had been a few years and she had managed to get everything back and then some. Sure it was a massive set back but was it really worth all this? Probably. He was lucky she had just gotten off a flight across the country, otherwise she might not have reeled herself in quite as nicely as she did. "I wonder if that little redhead you left with the day of the shoot made you feel good for a few hours... mmm, probably not. As hopped up on shit as you were, you probably couldn't have managed more than five... ten minutes? That seems generous." Muttering beneath her breath she picked her glass up once more, though she let it hover there for a moment as she spoke once more. "You are so lucky I got everything I wanted back or I would have tracked your little shit ass down and made you fix everything."
Condemned Legacy: He settled in and began to idly sip at his drink. A glance to Alex. What was Uriah thinking? And did it translate as much in his expression? Really? Seriously? Fucking wonderful, hm? A lazy gaze went back to Adrianne. "Actually she did. I'm pretty sure she made me feel a hell of a lot more than anything you could have done." He idly fired back. Still acting as if unaffected by her. He took at shot at her why? Because she seemed unable to let things go and was going as far as insulting his masculinity and his ability to satisfy a woman. Something he had never had trouble doing. Not that she would know this of course. "Nate... give me the check book." he said , hand offered out. "Pen too." Once Nate handed both off, Uriah looked to Adrianne. "So what did I end up costing you? Round about figure?" He asked. Was he going to write her a check for that amount? If it meant to shut her up and end all this bloody nonsense, why the hell not? –d
Alex Vipond: "Speaking of vengeful women..." Alex took another sip of his drink and then looked at Uriah. "Who was this one that had a message for me?" He'd almost forgotten that. Or more to the point had been distracted from it, a few days. Yeah that shot of Uriah's across the bow was likely more for Adrianne then himself. The woman needed to get it off her chest, apparently and Uriah's quip was opening the ball toward that end.
Tawdry Taboo: Had he actually just said that? Well apparently he wasn't as reformed in his old age as one might have thought. "Right... which is why you all but begged me to crawl into bed with you for almost a week and then when I still wouldn't climb atop your golden boy pole you threw a temper tantrum and stormed out of a photo-shoot like a five year old. Obviously you couldn't handle working for a damn thing." Her eyes only narrowed when he demanded his checkbook and he dared to ask her how much he owed her. "Oh yeah, you've grown up a lot, obviously. You always pay off the people you fucked over so that you can avoid facing reality? When you can pull a number out of your ass that cost me ten years of building a reputation and the additional three it took me to fix it, you let me know. Until then you can take your check book and shove it up your tight little British tail you pretentious dick."
Condemned Legacy: "Look luv.... do us a favor, yeah? Either take the bloody chance to get yourself some easy green and let me right at least one bleeding wrong mistake I made then lets do this. Otherwise, you're in need of a good bender, getting your pretty little self-plastered, and get your jollies off on the fact that you were able to remind me of what a pompous dick I was then, and feel bad about it. If you don't? Then I'm thinking your off your bloody trolley and you need more help than I do... and believe me... my life isn't exactly wonderful despite what I've managed to make for myself over the years." He replied, giving her this annoyed look by now. "If one check isn't enough? Then perhaps let this be the first of however many it takes.....otherwise, I'm done with this rubbish and yo can piss off." Inwardly he sighed. Yeah, Uriah was well aware of the many people he had fucked over in more than the obvious of ways... it would take him this life time plus another, to try and make up for it. –d
Alex Vipond: "I'm thinking bender, but that's just me." Alex shrugged. Then again, she was a woman, and what was that saying about a woman scorned and hell? Alea, anyone? Anyone? Yeah. We'll not go there. "Whoa...." Alex looked back at Uriah, "Let's not be hasty here...." he looked back at Adrienne... Adrianne. Yeah, let's not get our exes confused. "What would make you happy? His admitting that he really dicked you over?"
Condemned Legacy: And sorry, Uriah didn't mean to ignore Alex's question about who had wanted to contact him, but Adrianna here was getting him a bit worked up. -d
Tawdry Taboo: From where she was sitting she didn't see a whole Hell of a lot of growth on Uriah's part. He was older and might not have been angling with his cock anymore but he was still the same pompous prick he'd always been. Clamming up for the moment she brought her drink to her lips and drained the second round of whiskey before slipping off her stool. Look ma' no glasses in hand, nothing to throw but punches and words, lucky boys indeed. Reaching into her pocket she fished out the money necessary to pay her tab and then some for the benefit of the poor tender, because frankly nobody was incurring her wrath tonight other than Uriah. In most circumstances she was actually sweet as could be, honest, he just happened to bring out the worst in her or so it seemed. "I don't want your money... see the problem with men like you is that you think your cock and your cash are the only important things. An apology would have been one hell of a good place to start... but then things like that don't even occur to men like you, do they?" Her gaze turned over to Alex and she actually managed a smile once more, proving she really wasn't all bad, there had been a damn good reason Uriah had been so eager to crawl between her legs all those years ago after all. "Sorry you had to get all caught up in this, messy business."
Condemned Legacy: There was the toss of his pen and the check book before Nate was grabbing them up and putting them back from where he got them from. Uriah rubbed at his face... more than annoyed now. But he couldn't let her leave without at least trying again. "Alright... look... I'm sorry. I really am. If I could turn back time and do things all over again, I wouldn't do you that way. But I can't. I offered the check because its all you kept bitching about was the money you lost because of me." His apology was sincere, despite how irritated and annoyed he may have sounded, do to her ...poking a stick at him when he was already tired and grumpy. What did you expect? "At least let me give you a ride somewhere... The streets around here aren't exactly safe at this hour." There were things that really did go bump in the night. Alex was one of them, but at least he was a good guy. By now, Uriah had slipped off his stool and rounded the corner of the bar. "You want to point out the fact that I did you wrong... at least give me the chance to make it right." –d
Alex Vipond: British. Hellooo.... Alex smiled back at her. "It happens. I've managed to drag him into a situation or two myself." he nodded. Not the screaming ex situation more the yes, there's something damned odd and very supernatural here, can you fix it sort. As for her expectations? She probably expected him to rise above the taunts and apologize. Just Alex's observation. Then again, Alex, despite his youthful looks, had a lot more experience with pissed off women. Which brought his mind back to Meghan and the fact that they'd not fought. His brow furrowed as he contemplated that.
Tawdry Taboo: At least she wasn't a raving lunatic, just a bit pissed off and she had every right to be; there was no misplaced anger, simply well-deserved spite that had built up over time and needed to be let loose. That he managed to lock in on the money aspect really didn't surprise her... had she even mentioned the money or just the fact that he'd set her back. He had cost her but it was more than the funds, it was the reputation above all else. It didn't help that she had to listen to you should have just slept with him for three years while she righted the wrong that he'd done her. On some level she wanted to keep right on yelling at him and yet she managed to bring herself down with a deep breath and a matter of fact response. "Apology accepted." See how easy that was? Granted she wasn't totally over it, but she was at least giving him a bit of a reprieve. When he headed her way and offered her a ride she planted a hand over one of those denim clad hips as it cocked out into the waiting palm. "I'm not sleeping with you..." A ride home at this hour from him, there was no doubt she was going to harass him for it, though at least this time around there was a hint of jest in her tone.
Condemned Legacy: Yes, yes... his British pompous attitude, had and sometimes still did get the best of him, but for the most part, he was a pretty good chap now. When she accepted his apology, he nodded. "Good. It’s a start... maybe there's something else I can do.... I.. don't know." Then a light bulb went off and he held up a finger as if suddenly something ingenious had dawned on him. "You're in town for some reason... I can show you around? Help you look for anyone or anything you might need. Sort of be like a personal guide tour or something, the hell if I bloody know... but it’s all I got unless you can think of something else. Just to prove to you... how serious I am about making it up to you." Glance to Alex. Bloody birds. Always got to complicate things when life, for the most part... is going well. Okay... save for a few flaws he would never rid himself of, but that was beside the point. –d
Alex Vipond: One couldn't be perfect, not even Alex, despite rumors to the contrary. Alex looked back at Uriah and shrugged. "He does have an excellent knowledge of the city."
Tawdry Taboo: Not everyone could be a fun loving Irish woman like herself... there had to be a few sticks in the mud here and there. A brow angled its way upward as Uriah tried to find a way to make good on what he had done. The hand slipped from her hip and soon moved on, folding her arms beneath her chest this time around as she kept her eyes fixed on him. She didn't so much glance away until Alex mentioned the fact that Uriah had a fairly good knowledge of the city. Turning her attention over toward one of the nearby tables she shifted her posture and offered a bit of a smile, just a hint of mischief there that gave her an almost kittenish appeal. "Why don't we make a bit of a bet, hmm? We can play a bit of pool, if you win then I'll let you make it up to me however you see fit. If I win then I get to demand whatever apology from you I see fit... seem fair?" It might not if he knew what was running through her mind, but then that was the beauty of the bet.
Condemned Legacy: Uriah's gaze shifted from her to Alex and then back. Head canting a little as she glanced around and then looked back to him and offered to make a wager. He had this look on his face that pretty much said it all. Really? He had apologized, had offered her money, had offered her to his being a personal giide of sorts... and she wanted to make some bet? He had a feeling that it involved her getting back at him, by in some way, humiliating him. Publicly. And that? Wasn't going to fly. Yes, what he did was wrong, but he hadn't done anything publicly in the nature he was thinking, to deserve anything to that degree. "You have to give me something more to go on than that. That's like leading a bloody diabetic into a candy shop and making a bet with them, that they can't find the sugar free candy." He replied. Brows arched. Surely she understood. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex sipped his scotch and looked between them, waiting. It was rather like a chess match between the two. Alex was just waiting to see who would tilt, and who would withdraw. "The last game of pool I wagered on, I lost a quarter mil." Of course it had been for charity and he'd thrown the game, but that was beside the point.
Tawdry Taboo: When Uriah started to go and put conditions on it she couldn't help but breathe in through her teeth, letting that inhalation hiss before she pursed her lips into a sullen pout. Shaking her head with that damn near adorable expression mounted on her lips she broke the unfortunate news to him. "Sorry but those aren't the rules... I will at least tell you that I won't do anything that will cause irreparable harm. Not to your body or your reputation... your mind might be questionable, but then I don't think you're exactly the brightest crayon in the box, so that really isn't all that threatening is it?" She was daring him of course, teasing him and even playing it up a bit. Never mind the fact that when she turned on those heels and headed for one of the poker tables her hips swayed in that pied piper fashion that had an undeniable way of leading eyes along to a rather fortunate end. Stealing one of the from the wall she glanced over her shoulder, meeting him with that tri-hued gaze of hers. "So what's it gonna be, English, are we playin' or not?"
Condemned Legacy: His arms folded corss his chest and he eyed her suspiciously. "No irreparable damage to body, reputation or my business and you have got yourself a deal." As for his mind? She really and truly had no idea just what she was up against did she? The man talked to dead people. How much more fucked up in the head, could one get? There wasn't anything that she could do to his mind, that was any worse than what he had to endure on a daily basis. Of course he wasn't going to let her dare him and tease him and get away with it. He was bloody Brittish! When she turned though and began that saunter of hers... oh, you better believe his eyes followed. Though... not like some hungry hound ready for a kill. More like... that of an artist who could truly appreciate... a work of art. "Chose your stick woman.... you rack'em and break'em." -d
Alex Vipond: "ooooh." Alex looked away at that, drained his glass as he turned back to the bar and slid the glass to Nate for a refill. Turning back, he regarded the pair in their little standoff. When she turned and headed for the pool table, Alex watched that walk and then shook his head. "Son of a ...." He turned toward Nate, that refilled glass taken up once more. "Thanks." As for how much more fucked in the head.... A lot. A whole, big lot.
Tawdry Taboo: She would of course agree not to hurt his business, she knew full well how that blow could go over and she wasn't about to do that kind of thing to someone else. As for the mention of picking a stick, he'd walked right into that one. "You mean, I can't pick your's?" Batting those eyes of her's with a doe-like innocence she smirked and moved on. Maybe he was a bit too busy admiring her ass, being the artist he was or maybe he was still thinking about her: playing with his stick, then again she may have just been a bit of a pool shark. How ever it happened she managed to win and she was by no means afraid to rub it in his face. "Guess that means you're at my mercy, English." That grin was way too telling, damn near wicked and it managed to work its way right up into her eyes. Now she just needed to think of a really fitting way to make him squirm that didn't pose a detriment to him or his business. Surely that wouldn't be all too hard. "Ever played the part of a slave, Englishman? Cause I have some really fun things I plan to force on you."
Condemned Legacy: "According to your words earlier, if I recall correctly, you aren't going to sleep with me. So... you tell me." he fired back with a smirk. He glanced to Alex, smirk in place and shook his head. What in the bloody hell had he just got himself into? The game would proceed and as luck would have it, she would end up the victor. He expected her to rub it in his face, if she came to best him in this little game of theirs. "Alright.. alright... so you won." He gave a roll of his shoulders, placed his pool stick back up on the wall, and went about rounding the table to head back over to the bar for another drink. Brows arched as he glanced back to her over his shoulder for a brief moment. "Slave? No.. sorry... can't say that have. But I am sure you have every intention of making me wish I will come to hate it." He filled his tumbler againand began to sip away at his scotch. He was waiting for it. Any minute now. First order of business. Her first demand. Request. Whatever. –d
Tawdry Taboo: "Ah ah, who said anything about fucking you? I just mentioned playing with your stick... surely being the big boy you are now you know there is more fun to be had than simple fucking." Yes she teased, that was just part of who she was, he'd just have to get used to it again. When it was clear she had in fact won she started right off, all too happy to make Uriah suffer as best she could. "Well let’s see here, English, you made my life a living hell for three years... I won't be that mean. I'll cut you loose after three months, until then you can get good and comfortable playing the part of my man servant." It could have been a hell of a lot worse! Not that she was going to let him off easy with this whole slavery bit. Making her way back toward the bar she took up a seat beside him, kicking her heels off before she poked his thigh with a toe. "Now why don't you be a delightfully good little English slave and rub my feet." It had been a long day after all and it was letting him off easy, for now!
Alex Vipond: Wait, what? Did he really just agree to that? Both brows shot upward, and Alex was more than ready to step in at this point. Glance went to Uriah, one brow rising in question. Did Uriah want him to fix this? Alex's gaze went back to Adrianne and yes, his expression soured. Color him disappointed, but he somehow expected better. His eyes slid to the contents of his glass as he grew pensive.
Condemned Legacy: "Touché" He replied. She had a point. Uriah had a feeling, there was going to be a whole hell of a lot of teasing. And that was all find and dandy. Let her have her fun. When she took up a seat next to him and made her first request of a nice foot massage, he glanced to Nate. "Have the sanitizer on stand by. And I don't mean germ-x. I mean scalding hot water ... with a mix of bleach and or acid." Hey, noone said he as going to go along with this, quietly. He sipped his drink and then once her feet were in place, in his lap... hands and fingers went to work. Alex shouldn't worry. Uriah wasn't going to let her get the best of him. Two could play at this game. She just wasn't aware of what she was in for. As for his remark? Hey... if she could tease, so could he. –d
Tawdry Taboo: Alex needed to stay out of this! She managed herself a slave for three months and she was going to put him to damn good use. Uriah really should have been a bit more careful about when he made snide comments... that one earned him a hard shove of her foot against his thigh, not quite a kick but hard enough to make him think twice about when he timed his quips. "Such a mouthy little shit, you should be happy I didn't insist you do something really bad." Leaning into the back of that barstool she watched with the upward cant of one brow as he started to work his hands over her feet. Despite his jest she had adorable feet, thank you very much, finely pedicured and with perfect little piggies! "You should really thank me you know, giving you the opportunity to right one of the great wrongs of your past... I'm practically a saint."
A Spirited Scion: Callie hadn't been to the Pool Hall in quite a while, but with Uriah coming around the bar and his being friends with Sawyer, it seemed like a good night to visit. There wasn't anything going on at the bar, so after Derrick and Seija went off to bed and Thesalus vanished, she'd opted to take the rest of the night off then headed out. The white Ranger pulled, parked in the lot, then shut off a few seconds later. She finished listening to the song on the radio before opening the door. She pulled her keys, pressed the alarm button then pocketed them. Heading for the door of the place. She was dressed normally tonight. Jeans, boots, a white tank top. Covering the tank was an opened button up shirt, solid in print. The color was a very light blue. Her hair was pulled back so there wasn't much of a chance for it to hang in her face, but it was still down her back instead of being pulled up. Last time she was here she helped Sawyer fix a pipe in the kitchen. She smiled at the thought, looking around the place as she stepped fully inside, heading for the bar after a moment. (d)
Condemned Legacy: No... No... Alex wouldn't need to step in. As much as Uriah would appreciate it, a bet was a bet after all and Uriah was going to hold up his end of the deal. Otherwise, they would just be right back to where they were before. And that was something he did not want to have to go through all over again. With her. Uriah just shot Adrianna a look and grinned. Yes. He was quite a mouthy ass hole at times. Sometimes in jest, others, to truly insult. This time, it had been in good fun. Yes, she did have cute lil ape like toes. Uriah continued to work on the one foot before he lowered it and then sipped his drink and began on the other. When Callie entered, he flashed her a smile. "Evening Callie luv, good to see you. Nate will get you whatever it is you want. I'd offer to get it myself for you, bu as you can see, I'm a little busy at th moment. Perhaps soon though." They could have whatever lil chit chats, some other time maybe. –d
Alex Vipond: Uriah was about to be sainted. Alex would have already made her change her mind, at the very least. One brow rose as he regarded the pair but when the door opened and Callie stepped in, the expression smoothed out. "Hey there!" He drained his glass and slid it toward Nate, then looked back once more to Callie. "How are things going at the Gator? Anything... new?"
Tawdry Taboo: No need to ruin all that progress, right? At least she wasn't yelling at him anymore and the threat of flying dishes had all but gone up in smoke! Surely that had to be progress in some way, shape, or form. That she was actually joking around with him should have been further evidence that he was on the right track... though if he ever told her she had monkey toes out loud she was gonna cut him ghetto style. His grin was met with a smile of her own, Hell it was even genuine, so he could go right on and bask in the ambiance of that brilliant expression. Glancing toward the newest entrance she offered the girl a grin and a bit of a finger wag, no need to be rude after all. At least the boys seemed to have it all under control. When Uriah finished up with her first foot and moved onto the next she let loose a tiny little sigh. "Thanks, English, you don't know how hard heels can be on a girl... especially marchin' through the airport."
A Spirited Scion: Her hand lifted to give Uriah a wave. "Hey there. Good to see you as well." She smiled. Nate. Yes.. Nate was here too during one of her visits if memory served. She smiled to the tender, ordering an MGD when she sat down on a stool near Alex. "Hello to you too!" She leaned against the counter, elbows resting on it. "Things are fine. It was a slow night. No real business. Seems weirdness takes a break too. I figured I'd venture out for a while. See what's happening." (d)
Alex Vipond: "Well that's a good thing, yes?" Because weird really needed to take a vacation. All over. His conversation with Anna earlier in the evening, case in point. Oh, he still didn't get the message from whomever had contacted Uriah trying to get a hold of him. "When you're done, Old Chap...." Yes, he put on his best British accent as he said it. "That message you mentioned earlier?" Like, days ago.
Condemned Legacy: Yes. Monkey toes. He continued to rub and massage and watched as Callie made herself at home. Which is exactly how he wanted things to be for her and all his customers. Just as long as they didn't help themselves behind the bar and to the cash register. Once he was finished with the second foot he released, but not before he would sneak in a tickle. Yup. He was going to find a way to get her back with each and every request. No matter how little or how big. He listened to Alex and Callie from across the bar and then when Adrianne spoke, he just smirked. "With feet like that?" He grinned and then looked to Alex. "Right. Well... not sure this is the time or place..." this person that had asked for Alex, wasn't exactly...someone he could see... or speak with. Not without going through Uriah. Who, by the way, was giving him that look as if to warn him of just what that conversation entailed. Dead people. –d
Tawdry Taboo: That tickle would damn near jerk him off his seat if he didn't let go of her foot fast enough with how hard she jerked it back, only to kick him in the thigh again, which seemed to be relatively easy when her feet were level with his lap. Glancing toward Callie and Alex she couldn't help but overhear a bit of the conversation before her attention shifted back toward Uriah. There was that skeptical glare again, eyeing him like he'd just stepped on a landmine and was about to explode. "What do you mean with feet like that?" He should have seen the caution signs flashing at that point, he better not tell her they were monkey feet, again there would be cuttings in his future if he dared! Giving him the freedom to address the topic with Alex she waited, arms slipping to a fold once more in the process.
A Spirited Scion: "Oh, that's most definitely a good thing." Her head turned, smile offered to Nate when her beer was sat down before her. "Thank you." Leaning back just a little, a hand went into her pocket to retrieve money. She set a twenty down on the bar for him. She had to drive back home tonight so she'd limit herself on the drinks. Turning back to Alex, she smiled again. "How are you? Anything interesting today?' She wasn't going to comment on his wanting Uriah's attention when he was finished. Wasn't her business, but she did remember the mention of a message a while back, but maybe this was something new. "How's Meghan?" (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded, and sipped his scotch, then looked at Callie. "How's Seija doing? Is she feeling better?" Poor thing had a rough few days. "Doing great, in fact. Meghan's fantastic, we're driving on, getting ready for the winter social season. We're going to drag Charlie, Meghan's father, to the Gator. You guys will love him, he's a hoot."
Condemned Legacy: He couldn’t help the snicker that followed. Though, when she asked, he smirked. "I mean, with feet like that? It’s no wonder heels hurt. You're feet are so small, soft... almost as if fragile." Save! Good thing she isn't a mind reader. Otherwise, she would know he was pulling her leg. However, his phone rang and he sighed. He apologized to everyone at the bar and took the call. A call that would have him having to take his leave soon. -d
Tawdry Taboo: The thing about him covering his ass was that he did it so well, too well in fact. So while she was offering him an awe to let him know she appreciated the words she was quick to break the unfortunate news to him. "You are so incredibly full of shit... do women really fall for that? Wait... don't answer that, I'll be disgusted with my own gender at that point." As he excused himself to take the call she'd work her adorable, not monkey looking one might add, feet back into her heels. She'd had quite a long night herself and was just about ready to turn in.
A Spirited Scion: "Seija's good." She nodded, taking a drink from the bottle. "She looked rested and she cooked today." Which was still sounding so very weird to Callie, but Seija said she'd been reading and watching things so she could learn. "No one got food poisoning either apparently so she did well." Another drink. "Excellent. Bring him around whenever you like. We'll be there. I'd love to meet him sometime." She hoped they'd be there anyway. The angels were now giving warnings. Things might get interesting soon. Callie wasn't overly worried about that though. She had her sleeping habits to sort out first. (d)
Condemned Legacy: Once he finished the call, he sighed and scratched the back of his neck. Annoyed. He glanced to Adrianne. "Still need that ride?" he asked. I'm about to roll out. But I don't mind dropping you off where ever you need to be." he said. He was heading toward his office to grab up his coat, his wallet and his keys. He'd give Alex and Callie a wave, while passing them by and wishing the a good night. He looked to Adrianne over his shoulder, waiting for her reply. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex studied her a long moment, his expression thoughtful. "And how about you? How is Callie doing?" His gaze shifted to Uriah and he nodded, "You two have a pleasant evening." He smiled, and then looked back at Callie, to hear her answer.
Tawdry Taboo: When he offered her the ride this time around she begrudgingly nodded. "Sure, English, so long as you keep your dirty paws off my silky draws." Slipping off the stool she waited for him to grab his jacket and in the meantime... glanced toward Alex. "If you can think of any good things to make him do, I am all ears." This slavery bit could totally extend out! When he came back out she followed him to the door, offering a wave to the pair. "Night, sweet dreams and all that." With a nod she'd slip out with the Englishman himself! That should be one hell of an interesting ride.
A Spirited Scion: Rather than answer Alex right away, her attention went right over to Uriah.. "Goodnight. Take care." She smiled, taking another drink from the bottle before looking back to Alex. "Callie is doing well. My sleep has been a little off lately, that's all." She turned to the woman before she slipped out. Offering her a good night as well. (d)
Condemned Legacy: "Alex, we'll get together soon about this female that asked for you." he added. Again, waves were given and he even offered to properly escort Adrianne to his car. Which was a Lexus LFA. Very nice ride. –d
Alex Vipond: Yes, Uriah's car was a very nice ride. Not as nice as his Murdered out Benz, S65 AMG, however. "Good. Take care." Don't do anything I wouldn't and all that. He waved to them both, and then looked back at Callie. "Off how?"
A Spirited Scion: "A mixture of completely restless or very deep and dream filled that it feels like I'm elsewhere?" Did that make sense? "Doesn't matter if Ty's there or not. Though, when he is, it doesn't seem as bad" Or maybe she just likes that better. (d)
Alex Vipond: "Do you remember your dreams?" It was strange, to say the least but considering all the activity where they were, maybe not so much. "Are they dreams or nightmares?" Also another important detail.
A Spirited Scion: "I don't remember them. Not all of them anyway." She turned on the stool, facing the bar again, hand left on the bottle when she set it up on the bar. "Sleepless nights aren't anything new. It's been an ongoing problem for a few months now, with nightmares and regular dreams a like. Most of the nightmares I remember, but they'd started to settle down until now." (d)
Alex Vipond: "How long ago did they start up again?" He lifted his glass and drained it, then motioned to Nate for a refill before looking back at Callie once more. He'd be willing to bet that they started around the time that Mathlia started looking for the staff.
A Spirited Scion: "Five months ago?" She paused. "I should explain that a little bit, probably. I know what they stem from. I just kind of got used to them, then they started to slow down but now there's new ones. The mixture, I guess has only been for a few days. Seija said she's been having weired dreams too though, so maybe it's just all the activity lately." (d)
Alex Vipond: "Both of you." He nodded. "What about Derrick and Ty?" He rolled his gum around in his mouth, and then took a sip of his scotch. Yes, scotch and Doublemint. It was an acquired taste. "And did the 'newer' dreams start after the arrival of Adam in his quest?"
A Spirited Scion: "I don't know that Derrick would tell me. Ty hasn't mentioned anything, though I'm not sure he'd tell me either." Which made her both happy and sad. They'd only been...something or other for a week? It's brand new, there's still a a lot of searching and feeling one another out. She knows they both have issues of their own to deal with and there hasn't been a ton of time alone to figure stuff out yet. "After. A lot after. Just this past weekend? That.. Mathlai guy has been sending texts to Derrick. I got one too. Maybe he is the route of it. I honestly don't see him being a thing of the past for a while yet." (d)
Alex Vipond: "Hmm." Alex scowled slightly, one brow rising as he lifted his glass and sipped his scotch, staring off into space for a moment before looking back at her, his voice low. "It could be he's the root of it, and he's just stepping up his game. I mean if vampires can..." he paused, "for instance, can manipulate thoughts, memories, dreams, then surely an angel could."
A Spirited Scion: "He probably can." She nodded, in total agreement there. "Would he be able to do so via a phone though? I leave the bar every day at some point and I don't think I've met him anywhere." She lifted her bottle for a long drink. "Though, from what I've been told he might be able to mask Adam's thoughts and stuff and Thesalus is warning us to be careful around him. Maybe it is him and he just doesn't know it?" Which wouldn't help the poor man. He's already up to his neck in shit. Ty was willing to go after him if anything happened to Seija. She was sure he'd do worse if it was her being messed with. (d)
Alex Vipond: "If one is strong enough, compulsion can be achieved over the phone. That could be Adam's problem. Mathlai could be compelling him. If that is the case, Adam won't know it. He'll simply feel he has to do what Mathlai wants, what he tells him to do. That compulsion won't go away without extreme circumstances."
A Spirited Scion: "Hmm. That's definitely something to consider. Makes me feel even worse for the guy though, too. So far no one has been harmed, but I don't think that streak is going to continue." (d)
Alex Vipond: "I wouldn't bet on it lasting, no." Alex shook his head. "If anything, things will get worse before they get better. It might be an idea to have Castiel hide the object of Mathlai's desire." Alex shrugged. "If everyone opens up to him that they do not in fact have it, let him read it for himself, he would have no reason to continue going after you guys. He would then have to face Castiel and he's already backed down from Cas once." A Spirited Scion: "That's not a bad idea, either, but at some point it becomes less about an object and more about the ability to mess with people. Cas is pretty open and willing to help, but I don't think any of us want to take advantage of that." Cas' hiding it though. Math wouldn't be able to get it. It'd be completely safe.. None of them would be lying about not having it. It really would be a win win there, should Seija decide to ask him. "We're thinking about testing Adam, too. Telling him something completely untrue, to see if it comes back to us.. But if Mathlai is compelling him like you said, then it's not particularly fair. Wonder if Castiel could get something off of him on that. Thes wasn't sure, or he just isn't going to share." (d)
Alex Vipond: "I can tell you from personal experience that Cas's methods of getting to the root of a matter are painful and potentially dangerous, but he does know what he's doing." Alex nodded, and no, he still hadn't gotten over the sensation of being gut raped. Even if he had agreed to it.
A Spirited Scion: "I believe you wholeheartedly on that. I'd trust Castiel with most everything. We'd be wise to hear his opinions. Especially when there's another angel involved." (d)
Alex Vipond: "I've never had reason to doubt him. He's about as straightforward as they come." Some of that had to do with how incredibly literal he could be. "He may look like a CPA, but underneath that khaki beats the heart of lion."
A Spirited Scion: She smiled at that, finishing off her beer finally. There was a polite motion to Nate for another one. "He is a unique one, that's for sure. I like him. Always have." Though, there was that slight jealousy of Derrick since he looks like Sam and Cas handled the thing in his head. Oh well. She shook her head at the thought. "Definitely the heart of a lion. I agree with you there too." (d )
Alex Vipond: "Ultimately it will be Seija's decision but I think she could do a hell of a lot worse than Cas to hide the thing. I know Derrick was a bit out of sorts over something Cas and Seija said or did, but if he can get over it, it would be better for all if no one human or even partly human, knew of its whereabouts."
A Spirited Scion: She nodded, again. "Everyone needs to be on the same page. Working together is the best and really only way we stand to come out of it intact." She sipped from the fresh bottle, glancing around the room. Not a bad change of scenery really, she should make more of an effort to escape the bar at night instead of just the day time. "Whatever she decides though, I'll support her. " (d)
Alex Vipond: "It's good, having family and friends you can count on. I've been very fortunate over the years." Alex nodded, and drained his glass, then looked at Nate. "How about a cup of coffee, hm?" He smiled and then looked back at Callie.
A Spirited Scion: "It is. I'm having to get used to that sort of thing again. My family isn't exactly what you'd call close knit and I've tended to keep most other people at an arms length." (d)
EchoesOfHerPast: ::Slamming the door on the beat up old chevy she fondly called "Old Yeller" not slamming it cause she had to, but because that's the only way to get the door to stay shut. Leigh saunters into the pool hall with a curious look around it being the only place she still saw with the lights on so she figured, what the hell. Her cowboy hat and boots had both seen better days, but they were comfortable and suited her just fine like they were, and faded out skin tight blue jeans with a checkered shirt tied in the front belying her fresh scrubbed girl next door look with her tangled wild blonde locks hanging down her back and her light blue eyes appraising the place:: {d}
Alex Vipond: "It's just my sister and me, and we lost touch long ago but found our way back to each other, somewhat inadvertently. And then I have Meghan, for which I'm eternally grateful, and Charlie." He nodded. "It's good to have people you can count on, rely on, trust beyond a shadow of, you know what I mean?"
A Spirited Scion: Callie turned when she heard the door. Her mouth opened, but she hushed herself. She's not at work. No need to welcome the girl to a place she wasn't at. Looking back to Alex she smiled a little bit, taking another drink from her bottle. "Yes, I know exactly what you mean, I've just never had it before. I love my brother to death, but he's essentially a lost cause. He's his own worst enemy and if he's not yellin' or fighting he's not happy and I apparently don't know what family means so he walked away. Derrick, well, he's here. There might be something with Ty, but it's to new to know anything for sure yet." And Seija, Callie's completely adored the woman since their first meeting which actually said a lot. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex turned to look, a nod given the blonde, and then Callie was speaking about her brother and he looked back at her. "I used to wonder what it would be like to have a brother but my sister and I were kind of young when our parents passed so there wasn't a chance of that." He nodded at the comment about Ty. "Sometimes you just know, other times you think you know and you're dead wrong." Yes, he had a few songs to attest to that fact.
EchoesOfHerPast: ::Walking over to the bar she nodded to the two people talking to each other, even tipped her hat before waiting patiently to get something for her parched throat. So she rifles in her pockets till she finds her lil wad of money and peeling a 20 out of it she placed it on the bar before hooking a boot on one of the stools while she waited:: {d}
Alex Vipond: Nate was there and would get her what she wanted, he'd already set Alex's coffee down before him. So yeah, Alex had switched from Scotch and Doublemint, to coffee and Doublemint, which, by the way, he rummaged in his jacket pocket, pulled his pack out and swapped the old for a fresh piece. The old was folded into the wrapper of the new and laid on a bar napkin to be disposed off. Alex then looked at the girls and offered them each a stick, in turn. "Gum?"
A Spirited Scion: "He's a great guy. " She could talk about him all night long. She wanted to talk about him all night long too, but she'd refrain from that. There was a smile to Alex at his offer of gum. "No thanks. I see you've got some odd taste in what's good too, I see." (d)
EchoesOfHerPast: "Thanks but no thank you. Gum don't go too well with killians irish red for some reason." ::Smiling though to show she appreciates the offer she waits on Nate to see about that killians. She'd been hankering for one for a bit now the road could be a good place to get one thirsty late at night:: "Getting her killians she tipped it up for a nice long swallow then with a wink to Nate:: "Thanks sugar." ::She wasn't flirting, she was just a friendly person and some took it the wrong way, she'd been in a few scraps for that little bad habit:: {d}
Alex Vipond: Nate would get her set right up, and Alex would slip his gum back into his jacket pocket. "I am a fan of the Doublemint." He chuckled. Might have looked like he'd raided his little sister's closet with the t-shirt he had on, but no, that black t, with graphic of a red sports car, with a kitten for a driver was all his. Really, Nicolette wouldn't be caught dead in anything that wasn't designer.
A Spirited Scion: "There are worse things to be a fan of. " She grinned. "Gum and alcohol though. That's just odd." The other girl had her drink and left quickly. Shame, that. She seemed interesting to Callie. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex turned as the girl left so swiftly, and then he looked back at Callie. "I did shower this morning. I swear." He picked up his coffee and took a drink, then looked toward the door again. Odd. Just pure odd. He looked back at Callie and shrugged.
A Spirited Scion: "I did too." She chuckled, looked toward Nate for a second, brow arching. "Nate looks like he did too." A pause, "maybe it was the gum." (d)
Alex Vipond: "If that's the case, then some people have no taste. Who doesn't like Doublemint? It's a classic!" He bore an expression that looked offended, but he couldn't hold it long before he cracked up. "If that's the case, then some people have no taste. Who doesn't like Doublemint? It's a classic!" He bore an expression that looked offended, but he couldn't hold it long before he cracked up. A Spirited Scion: "I don't know. Pretty country girl like that? She might be more about the Hubba Bubba or whatever its' called." She snickered. "Down with the Doublemint." (d)
BladeESF: ::Seattle... Not the first time he'd been back here lately, and certainly wouldn't be the last. Whenever his mind went to wander on his history as much as it has been lately, it helped to surround yourself in places that reflected that history. Seattle is where his company started, where it used to exist years before. In that respect, he soon found himself proceeding into the pool hall with one thing in mind: Find alcohol. On the way, he'd managed to throw out an invitation to Victoria to join him, if she could find him in the mess of the Seattle streets that is. He wore what seemed to be a heavy-looking black overcoat over a crimson tank top and stonewashed blue jeans, with black steel-toed combat boots and matching fingerless driver's gloves, and a red headband around his ponytailed head somewhat obscured by the bangs that hung above his eyes with it's help. Eyes shifted from one to the next from behind the thickened black lenses of those shades he wore perpetually on his face, as he attempted to locate the one person that could help him in acquiring his booze.:: Alex Vipond: Nate the bartender there would happily sling booze to anyone ordering. It was after all, his job and Nate did it well. Alex turned as the man entered, at first thinking it might be the little blonde returned but nope, that wasn't some little country girl. Alex gave the man a nod and then looked back at Callie over the rim of his coffee cup as he lifted it for a sip. Taking his drink, he set the cup back down on the bar. "I need to get a set list together for the next show."
XDarkFireStorm: -Of course, a chance to travel, she was on it. She had just been cooped up in the Sheffield. As Walker was already on his, she had to get ready! That long raven hair pulled back into a ponytail. She had on her favorite gothic style blouse that buttoned up the middle, long sleeved, and a short layered collar that hid her neck. She slipped into those dark jean's, which she didnt wear often, and then those heel's that he got her a while ago, clasping the crome red, and black heels on. And not but a few minutes later the slender woman slipped through the door's, glancing around. She spotted Walker and grinned. Walking through the bar up behind him, she placed a hand on his back before moving to his side.-d
A Spirited Scion: Callie too, turned when the door opened again. Brows arched. Walker wasn't the last person she'd expected to see come on in, but it was a surprise. A welcomed one. Her free hand lifted to give him a wave as he moved to the bar. Victoria would get one as well when she was spotted, but Callie's attention went back to Alex pretty quickly. Taking his words to mean he was probably taking off for the night, something she should be doing as well once this beer was finished off. She nodded to him. "When's the next show?" (d)
BladeESF: ::There wasn't much to say at first. He just approached Alex, who somehow seemed familiar to him, and slid into whatever seat nearest him he could muster before he took his order.:: ...Whiskey, if you could. ::Normally, he'd give out a brand, but at the moment he found himself not caring much. Could even be Old Crow. He then took to noticing that there were people here he actually knew--Zoe, for one, and Vicky entering soon after. He nodded to each in brief, but didn't interrupt Callie's conversation yet. For now, he just greeted at Vicky.:: ...Long time. How're things around here?
Alex Vipond: "I believe we said the sixteenth. Because Sadie Hawkins is on the ninth. I just want to mix things up a bit, you know, don't want to do all of the same songs as the last show and there were some that I didn't do that I wanted to." Alex chuckled, "Adrienne, being one of them. Stigmatized, Only One. Should do Forever Yours. Meghan actually has that tattooed on her foot..." Alex returned the nod, and whatever it was that the man thought he did, it wasn't him. Alex just had one of those faces. Unless it was in concert, then yeah it was him.
A Spirited Scion: "Oh, that next show!" Sheepish smile. "Sorry. I was thinking you meant one coming up over the next few days. Yeah, the sixteenth should be good. You've got over a month to work on that set list." She was definitely looking forward to hearing more of his music. The show could be tomorrow and she'd be excited about it. Walker got a smile when he nodded. "How are you, Walker?" It'd been a few weeks since she'd seen him around. (d)
XDarkFireStorm: -She smiled to Callie and returned her wave as she moved to lean on the bar next to Walker. She looked up to him and smiled, slightly tilting her head as she looked over his face, and squinted just a bit.- Things have been well Walker. -She replied after Callie spoke to him. She glanced to Alex.- May I have.. Scotch, on the rock's..? -She pulled up a stool, and sat on it, being careful not to catch her heel's on the foot bar.-d
Alex Vipond: Nate was tending bar and would get them what they wanted. Alex nodded to the woman in way of greeting. They were obviously friends of Callie's so his hand was offered out. "Hi. Alex."
A Spirited Scion: "Sorry. Alex this is Vicky and Walker. Guys, this is Alex.." Just like he just said. She'd decided that the second beer she was on would be it, so after Nate was done serving Walker and Vicky, she'd ask him to tally her up for the night, but all of the change from her twent would be left for him. She still had a good portion of the bottle to go yet. (d)
BladeESF: Alright enough. ::He admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders, smile to the side alltogether more world-weary than it was happy, Vicky was ordering her drink at the moment, so he turned attentions her way after a momnet and shrugged to follow up his words.:: How are things sans Lance..?
XDarkFireStorm: -Excuse, she ordered it from Nate, after being corrected by the man. She looked to Alex and waved.- It's nice to meet you Alex. -Her scotch and his whiskey were set down and she picked up her glass, bringing it to those black lip's taking a long drink. She smiled and nodded softly as she set the glass back down. She looked between Callie and Walker. Lance? Was'nt he the one they locked up a while back? Or, well, they picke him up anyway.-d
Alex Vipond: Alex's hand went to his hair, fingers sliding through it, self-consciously straightening it if you will. For someone who spent a good part of his life on stage, he wasn't all that much of an extrovert. Outgoing, yes, but not overly so. "Nice to meet you." He picked up his coffee again and took a healthy drink now that it had cooled a bit.
A Spirited Scion: She didn't know a Lance off hand. It looked like the question was being posed to Vicky anyway. Callie turned back to Alex, smiled. "So what's Charlie like? You said he's a hoot right, he's a good guy?" All for new people coming around the bar whenever they could. (d)
BladeESF: ::Squint. ...This is why he should sleep more. All the same, Lance was a chode, and after a long moment, he just took to drinking the whiskey that was provided for a moment, and then looked back at Vicky.:: ...So, what've you been up to, anyway?
Alex Vipond: "Very much so. Charlie's this big biker dude, rode his bike all the way from fricken Rhode Island, if you can believe that shit. It's funny...." Alex chuckled, "He came into Studio Seven, and I hadn't met him yet and here he comes into the bar, this really tall, very hairy," and here Alex made a gesture near his face, like he was finger combing a beard, "biker guy that looks like he would beat me to a pulp just as soon as look at me. He's all decked out in leather and looks like he could chew iron and spit nails and I have to tell him hi... I'm shacking up with your daughter...." Alex gave her one of those kill me now smiled and blinked his eyes a few times to emphasize it. "Hold on, I may have a picture of him in my phone..." No sooner had he said it and he had pulled his phone from his pocket and was rolling through his photos.
XDarkFireStorm: -Oh, she snapped to Walker.- Lance? Lance! Oh, well, i havnt heard anything from him, about him, or otherwise.. Bo hasnt mentioned him. As far as what i have been doing, well, keeping the Sheffield safe.. Oh, i went home, did some sorting, put a bunch of thing's in the vault i havnt used in age's.. In the vault at least thing's dont collect so much dust. -She couldnt help but hear their conversation as well, and she gave a faint smirk at the whole thing. Looking to Walker.- What have you been up too? -She pointed at him with the hand that held her glass, raising her index finger to him, before bring her glass up for another drink.-d
Alex Vipond: He found the shot and then offered his phone out to Callie. "That's Charlie."
BladeESF: ::He nodded... No sign of Lance? That either meant Bo had done away with the Vampire, or he was still in the basement where Bo kept anyone they captured. Either way, he seemed to nod a little Vicky's way.:: ...Thanks for looking after the place in my absense. It's appreciated. ::He then looked over at Alex and Callie into their conversation, and raised an eyebrow a bit.:: ...And you two? What've you guys been up to all night? Callie, is Derrick recovered from his possession alright, or..? ::That's right, he went right over the question of what he'd been up to. Honestly, it wasn't much.::
A Spirited Scion: Callie smiled as Alex described Charlie. Sounded like a pretty cool guy to her. She took Alex's phone so she could see the picture. "Meghan has a handsome father." She handed the phone back over to Alex. Looking over to Walker when he spoke to them. "The bar was dead tonight so I ran away for a while. Derrick is doing well. Fully recovered from that, I'm sure he'd appreciate your asking about him." (d)
Alex Vipond: "Her mother was drop dead gorgeous too, but I don't have any pictures of her on my phone. Meghan has them in a photo album at home." He looked between the two of them. "Derrick was possessed?" No he wasn't going to make any jokes about him having been repossessed. Mostly because it sounded like it was too soon.
XDarkFireStorm: You know i'll look over it. -She replied before he turned his attention to Callie and Alex, not answering her question. She wanted to jab him in the back, but he was asking about Derrick, so she let it slide, for now. She finished her drink and reached over and snatched his with a grin. She turned ont he stool to face them, just listening to the moment.- Glad to hear he is doing well. -She replied to Callie.-d
A Spirited Scion: "No, It wasn't really possessed. It was the alien thing suckin' on his brain for a while." She smiled a little. "Thanks Vicky. I'm glad he's doing well too." (d)
BladeESF: Hopefully I'll see Derrick soon, then. ::He nodded the once, and quietly continued to drink at his whiskey. ...Sounded like possessed to him, his mind possessed by some brain-spider!:: ...Did you guys find the nest those spiders came from? If not, we ought to. Every last one of them should be utterly destroyed.
A Spirited Scion: "We did, yeah. It's uh.. not there anymore." And, a certain crater would never be the same but that was beside the point now. "As far as I know, we got all of them." (d)
Alex Vipond: One brow rose as he regarded Callie. "I hate it when that happens." First he'd heard of it, but a smart assed response was better than sitting there with his mouth open and his face hanging out. "And it was these spiders that were sucking on his brain?" Yes, the hair at the nape of his neck was standing. "Fuck." One brow rose as he regarded Callie. "I hate it when that happens." First he'd heard of it, but a smart assed response was better than sitting there with his mouth open and his face hanging out. "And it was these spiders that were sucking on his brain?" Yes, the hair at the nape of his neck was standing. "Fuck."
XDarkFireStorm: It was brain spider's!? Tha.. That's... -She made a face and covered her mouth.- Brain spider's! Who would have thought!? i wonder where they came from..-d
Seija Naris: Without a sound, Efi popped in, standing right behind Callie. Green eyes looking about. Bright red curls rolling down her back, the 6'0 angel with invisible wings was wearing a pair of white yoga pants and tanktop with bare feet. –d
A Spirited Scion: "Yeah. Cas had good timing. We hadn't seen him for a long while. He stopped in to check up on us and was able to lend a hand.” Derrick gets Angel healing. The bastard. Callie could feel someone behind her. The turn was quick to find out who or what.. "Efi.. damn.. You need a cow bell" (d)
Alex Vipond: And naturally, Alex jumped. "Jesus...." He looked around, then back to Efi. "You're gonna scare the straights."
BladeESF: ::Muttered into his whiskey something about the angel of thursday, and continued to drink at his whiskey. Eyes briefly looked over Efi's way here, before then looking over to Vicky and nodding.:: They came from Lloth, of course.
Seija Naris: She was examining the place with a slow scan of her eyes before looking back at Callie with a smile and pulling her into a hug from behind. "Hi!" Smiling at Alex, "I'm not Jesus. That's a nice compliment, though, thank you." She clasped her hands behind her back. "Is it normal to greet someone by jolting your body? I see that a lot." In regards to her always just.. popping up unannounced. "I like cows, but I don't have one to put a bell on." –d
BladeESF: They call it 'dubstep'. ::He answered the question idly, although clearly not seriously.::
A Spirited Scion: "Normal only when someone is startled at first." She shook her head, smiled. "The cow bell would be for you. Put it on a ribbon, wear it around your neck to announce your arrival." (d)
Seija Naris: "Oh no, that would be unsightly." –d
A Spirited Scion: "Yet.. lovely." (d)
Alex Vipond: "I think a shock collar might be more in order."
Seija Naris: She frowned at Alex. -d
A Spirited Scion: She smiled at Alex. "Naw. Efi is sweet as they come. Just...sneaky." (d)
XDarkFireStorm: -Victoria's attention left Walker, as she glanced past his shoulder to the new woman, the angel? She tried very hard not to snear. She turned herself forward and grabbed her empty glass, and knocked it against the bar so Nate would refill her glass, as finger's went to tapping on the bar, and her tongue ran along her teeth.-d
Alex Vipond: "Sneaky's not always a good thing. Like, if someone were a bomb tech. You wouldn't want to be sneaky around them...."
A Spirited Scion: "Sneaky's..." She turned to look at Efi.. "You're popping in and out? For right now, maybe you could use a door for us? It'd help us to not.. jump when we see you." (d)
Seija Naris: She looked between Callie and Alex, down the bar at the negative vibe from DarkFireStorm, then back to Callie and Alex. "I'm not a bomb tech... and the door is all the way over there." Points. "Where are we?" She'd followed Callie here, she didn't just pop in on her own. –d
A Spirited Scion: "Yes, the door is all the way over there.. But.." Was reasoning going to work here? She pondered carefully. "For our sanity at home? Maybe you could use that door." (d)
Seija Naris: "Okay." Nod to Callie. –d
Alex Vipond: "Maybe you could try walking in through the front door." Alex nodded. He'd had this same conversation with Cas, with little success. He didn't know why he was trying again.
BladeESF: ::He had mixed feelings about being in the presence of an Angel as well... Very rarely did a proper one come about, usually they were Fallen as shit. But, this clearly wasn't the case. Still, it wasn't hard for him to hide his emotions--both positive and negative--from his face, it was largely a blank face with a dabble in thoughtful concern. After a moment, he looked at the Angel directly.:: ...Seattle, Washington. On Earth. Shadowrunner's paradise.
A Spirited Scion: "Thank you. We'll all appreciate that more than you know." (d)
Seija Naris: She blinked a few times and looked over at Blade, "Oohhh... Theselus likes it here." Earth, meaning. Efi tended to stick around home a lot. Kinda was her job to. –d
Alex Vipond: "He must like cloudy and wet." Not to mention cold but really it wasn't all that cold, yet. It would be soon enough, but for now it was still in the fifties.
XDarkFireStorm: -Oh, lonestar!!! Damn coporation's! After her drink got refilled she took a drink and then turned to face them, tapping her finger on the side of her glass. Vicky and Angel's never really got along, ever. But she tried, latly!
A Spirited Scion: "Cloudy and wet is nice. Much better than a Desert, but not as nice as some sunshine and an ocean view." (d)
XDarkFireStorm: Now that they were really no longer her concern, she really didnt have a reason to be bitter beside's she was an angel, and they just didnt co-exist. So she looked her over casually and glanced between them.-d
Seija Naris: Efi regarded Vicky again, then looked between Callie and Alex. She stepped between them and rested an elbow on either of their shoulders, leaning in to whisper in a hushed tone. "Did you know there are demosn in this bar..?" Smooth. –d
BladeESF: ....I was raised in a desert.. ::He mumbled, more to himself than to anyone else. Well, that was the simple explanation for where he was raised, anyway. Deserts and him got along pretty damn well, in the end. Actually, there were two Demons in this bar, both him and Vicky each. He overheard the whispers, of course, but he didn't give it much mind. Just resumed drinking quietly.:: A Spirited Scion: "So we're agreed then? For now, maybe you'll use the door at home so you don't scare me.. or Ty or Alex, right?" She blinked at Efi's whisper, hand moved to pat her shoulder. "It's okay." (d)
Seija Naris: She just looked at Callie for a long moment, studying her. "...No wonder you get into so much trouble.." Then she smirked and ruffled the girl's hair as if she were a cute child. –d
Alex Vipond: "Um...." One brow rose as he regarded Efi. "Moving on...." Because the last thing he needed was Efi becoming town cryer where he was concerned. "So, how about those Seahawks, eh?"
A Spirited Scion: "I don't get into that much trouble, thank you." She scoffed at the hair ruffles, looked back over to Alex. She'd wanted to hear the rest of his story about Charlie. "They won yesterday didn't thery?" (d)
XDarkFireStorm: -Her ear twitched, and she smiled. She pulled the piece of ice into her mouth and crunched it, as she took a small drink once more. Her brow rose, what were they talking about? She then loked over there way for a moment, who won, and what?-d
Alex Vipond: "Not yesterday, Colts beat them, but they're four and one."
Seija Naris: Oh she knew what Alex was, too, but she didn't see him as evil. Demons on the other hand.. were demons. Good behavior or no, you can't trust'em! In Efi's book, anyway. But then the two were talking about animals and math problems.-d
A Spirited Scion: "Oh, right. I just remembered hearing their name on the news earlier. Sorry they lost. " (d)
Alex Vipond: "Eh, it happens. A lot. Could be worse though, they could be the Cowboys."
Seija Naris: Efi was looking between the two of them, trying to figure out what they were talking about. –d
BladeESF: ::He didn't look between the two of them at all, of course... His eyes were fixated primarily on the Angel, his blank somewhat pensive face occasionally shrowded by raising and lowering the bottle of whiskey he was now drinking out of. Occasionally, his eyes glanced to the side over at Vicky next to him, but that was hard to tell with his shades on.:: ...It's like Rugby, but you throw on several dozen pounds armor like a pansy to play it.
A Spirited Scion: "I think Kansas City won though." Her nose scrunched at that. She caught Efi's look and just had to smile at her. "Football. It's a sport.." (d)
Alex Vipond: "I can check..." He pulled his phone again, and looked up the Chiefs. "Yeah they beat the Titans, 26 to 17."
A Spirited Scion: "Not the flower pansy. Though that'd be funny to see. Grown men dressed up like that." She had to say it before Efi did. A nod to Alex.. "Excellent." (d)
Alex Vipond: Hey, in Alex's day, they played on horseback and hit each other with long pointy sticks. There were no balls in the game.
XDarkFireStorm: -Her gaze was loose, and in their direction. She could stare at herself in the mirror, but it was better to look their way. She was too watching the Angel, she hadnt seen a full on angel in quiet some time.-d
BladeESF: ::Those games Alex used to play were the best games. Walker still played them, too.::
Alex Vipond: Then, like now, Alex was a spectator. Once a musician, always a musician.
Seija Naris: "Oh a sport! Do they still end in decapitation?" That was a serious question. "...I never liked that." –d
Alex Vipond: "Generally, no, though some do try to kill the quarterback. I mean seriously, the abuse Montana took in the eighties.... They were trying to put him out of the game, permanently."
Seija Naris: Efi looked over at the demons again, then back to Callie. "I'm going to go." But her eyes were wide like 'I'm not really leaving' sort of hinting. "If you need anything..." Slow nod. Obviously meaning she'll be watching. And then she vanished.-d
A Spirited Scion: Eighties, wow, before she was born, but good old Joe didn't just play for SanFran. She hushed, finally finishing off what was left of that beer. "You know, that's not as bad when you're looking right at them." She commented to Alex. (d)
Alex Vipond: "It's slightly less disconcerting." he nodded.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Jan 27, 2014 22:07:04 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: A day's sleep after a twelve hour flight, and Alex was ready to get back into his usual routines. Tomorrow would be back to work, rehearsing, prepping for the upcoming tour. Tonight, Alex was taking Meghan out on the town. Or at least to their usual haunts. Pulling into the lot, he parked the car and slid out, moving to Meghan's side of the car he pulled the door open, his hand offered out to her. Make Me MentaI: Meghan had enjoyed their time away, had saw so many beautiful sights and tasted so many different things. Most she would remeber fondly, others? Not so much. International cusine was certainly... testy. She was glad to be home yet, it was bitter sweet because it meant it was now time to keep that steady pace of running for a while. Tonight was just a laid back kind of night and she dressed down in something cute, comfortable and sort of a throwback day. Hightops mixed with a bit of old glam, along with a hint of today's edge. When Alex came around to help her out, she let him and joined him. Once out, her fingers laced with his and she waited for him to lead the way. [d] www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=111677651Alex Vipond: He smiled as he led her toward the bar. Rolling his gum around in his mouth, pulled the door open and held it for her, then followed her in. Fingers catching hers as he followed her in. "What do you want to drink?" Make Me MentaI: As theyheaded for the bar, he asked her what he wanted to drink and she had to think a moment. "Just a coke for right now. Might have a glass of wine or two once we get home..." she replied and leaned into him as she slipped her arms around his waist. Looked like she was giving him an awkward hug from the side, but it was anything but that. Just the usual cutesy affection she had grown comfortable with, when with him. [d] Alex Vipond: Yes they were one of those annoyingly cute couples that other couples complained about. Once they reached the bar, he helped her with her jacket, then pulled his own off, draping each over the back of a stool before he lifted a hand to get Nate's attention. "A couple of cokes, and a large order of fries." They could share. Make Me MentaI: Once she was settled in, she looked to him and smiled. "I had so much fun. Sad it has to end now. Time to get back to work..." she said with a bit of amusement. Smile given to Nate as Alex gave him their order. She looked from him and back to Alex. "You ready to get back busy and working?" Meghan asked. [d] Alex Vipond: He chuckled and shook his head. "Pretty much have to be, even if I'd rather be on a beach, or exploring old Balinese temples." He leaned in and kissed her cheek, then gave Nate a nod when their cokes were set before them. "What about you? We've got just about two weeks before we go on tour." Make Me MentaI: "I don't know. I wish we had more time. You know, to spend with the kitties and with Gus and all. Seems like just as we settle back in, it’s going to be time to take off again." she replied with a small smile. She reached for her coke and sipped generously. "So how do you like the hair?" she asked with a grin. It wasn't the permanant stuff. Came out in a few washes. [d] Alex Vipond: "Touring is hard and I know that a lot of musicians don't have their wives along, either they're home with kids or working or whatever. I guess I never thought to ask if you actually wanted to go..." He contemplated that and no, he couldn't recall actually asking if she did. When she asked about her hair, he smiled. "I like. It's different." he gave a tug to her colored tresses, and then lifted his glass and took a sip. Make Me MentaI: Meghan gave him that look. Yanno, the one that said he should have knownbetter han to think like that. "Baby... I'd go anywhere with you. Just don't go where I can't follow." She leaned in, wrapped her arms around his neck and hung there and stared up at him. She smiled and then leaned in for a kiss. Smiling as his words of liking the hair, lingered in her ear. "It's because its red, isn't it?" she asked, lips brushing his, as she teased him with both words and mouth. [d] Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he nuzzled her nose with his. "You know my favorite color." His arms slipped around her and his lips returned the brush of her own. "And I would never go where you can't follow. Unless it's the men's room." He smirked. Make Me MentaI: She grinned. "You think I won't go in there?" she asked with an arch of brow and chuckled. "And here I thought you knew me better than that..." she grinned. "And yes, I know red is your favorite color.... nude is second favorite..." Smirk followed. "I think I might try some other wild color later on... maybe like... blue or purple. Or maybe a mix... " brow waggle. [d] Alex Vipond: "Oh you'd go, but not without compelling reason." He chuckled, and then nodded. "Yes, but nude would look strange in hair color. "Concert hair." he reached for his glass and took another sip of his coke. Make Me MentaI: "I wasn't talking about nude as in hair silly..." she said with a chuckle. I just meant nude in general." she sipped her coke and began to eat on the fries once Nate set them down between she and Alex. "And all I need is one compelling reason... and that is..." and she poked him in the chest. "...you." [d] Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he nodded. He'd known what she meant, but couldn't not tease. When she poked him in the chest, he grinned. "Good. It's going to be a very tight schedule. And a very lengthy one. But once this tour is over, we'll be well established." Make Me MentaI: "I think you are more established than you realize." she replied with a smile. "But you know I'll be there with you, every step of the way, with what you decide to do." she added. Couple more fries snagged before they were washed down with coke. [d] (to be continued...)
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