Post by Alec Ryan Sutton on Mar 13, 2016 12:53:58 GMT -8
Alec R Sutton: Alec had spent the day looking for a house. He had it narrowed down to three but he was leaning heavily toward the house on the lake. He smirked as they pulled into the lot, and parked the car. "You should come with me on the next walk through, see what you think and if you can see me randomly fucking my brains out all over the place or not."
wayward royal: Story was rather slinked out in the seat, despite the fact that, yes, she was buckled in -- safety first, kids. Tonight a little red dress wrapped the snake charmer body, tiny tits shoved up high and a flaxen gold mane tumbling wild about her shoulders. Rounding it all out was some red strappy heels. Fox eyes went to him when he cut the car off, a smile almost forcing her mouth to curl. "I'd be happy to go but I can see you randomly fucking your brains out anywhere."
Alec R Sutton: "Okay so, let's go look at the house and randomly fuck throughout it and see how it feels." Alec shrugged. "If it doesn't kill the mood, I'll buy it." And yes, he was completely serious. He leaned toward her, his lips curling up into that panty dropping smile as his hand slid up her leg. "We can test the neighbors. See if we can make them shutter their windows or start humping on the floor in self-defense."
wayward royal: The most random thing popped into her head, that she'd heard a song earlier today and it made her think of the Heathen. She was trying to recall which song it was when he spoke up and leaned. Blueberry gaze going to him, the lazy grin emerged -- the one that usually only Alec could coax out because she just wasn't a smiley type. "Don't forget the kitchen. Lots of counters. Lots of windows too." If he wanted to test the neighbors. In any event she seemed to be on board with his idea. He was way too fine to be leaning and using his wicked smile on her. Unfair. His hand felt good on her leg and his smile was too good to resist so she leaned and pressed soft lips to him in a kiss.
Alec R Sutton: That kiss earned her a tease of his tongue across her lips, before he suckled on them. His hand slid further up pushed aside and his fingers would slip within, stroking as his thumb caressed her clit. When he finally lifted his head and pulled his hand back, he watched her, eyes locked to hers as he lifted his hand and licked her from his fingers. He gave her that smile once more. "Oh, that's pretty much a given. We may even have to test the worthiness of the boat dock." He chuckled and popped his door open, stepping out and back. Swinging the door shut he moved around the car to open her door.
wayward royal: He was such a rat-bastard for sliding his hand along and more or less finger-banging her for a moment, then easing right off. And that was on top of teasing her with tongue. Her hips pressed towards him when he made her clit swell and she groaned when he stopped, but there was laughter in the fox eyes. "I will get you back." Easing out of the car, she whispered thank you and turned to walk backwards so she could still see him. "Has a boat dock too? Pool or jacuzzi too?" Just curious. Cause either way, she'd be over to make use of it.
Alec R Sutton: "It has an indoor pool and hot tub, with a gorgeous view of the lake." Yeah he'd pretty much decided already. Really it wasn't even a question. Closing her door, he locked it and watched as she back pedaled toward the door eyes raking over her slowly and with promise. "Numerous balconies from which you can fuck with a view."
wayward royal: "An indoor pool A hot tub. A boat dock. I don't think you have much of a choice here." Not much to decide there! He had the money and it sounded like an i n c r e d i b l e place. "Do you even need a good view --" Words cut off when the random song came to her. It was so out of left field and somehow it was just so Alec. "Joe Cocker. Feelin Alright. That's your song." No need to ask why or how, it just was. Turning with the golden mop in swing, she opened the door and paused, holding it for him.
Alec R Sutton: "It's nice to have an epic back drop for epic fucking." He smirked and grabbed the door over her head, leaning in to speak low near her ear. "And all I have to do for you to enjoy the view is fuck you from behind."
wayward royal: She kinda grinned almost marveling at how much and how often Alec's thoughts revolved around sex. She turned inward at his whisper, cobra and mongoose, smashing a quick but soft kiss before she prowled on in further and headed over to the bar where she slid onto a lofty stool.
Alec R Sutton: Smirking, Alec followed her. One could blame his libido on his turning, but really, that was so not it. He was always this way. Ever since he started noticing women. Not girls, mind you, women. The one and only time he'd tangled with a girl, was when that cheerleader led him to believe her sister's apartment was hers and that she was a college student. It had been a great two weeks, while she house sat for her sister who was off on some college experience thing, until her father walked in after she'd failed to take his numerous calls... mostly because Alec had shut off the phone, and found his daughter on her knees in the middle of the living room, Alec's dick in her mouth. It wasn't until then that he learned that she was barely a month shy of seventeen... It was also his second arrest. Or was it his third? Yes. Third. Settling onto a stool next to Story, he smiled at the tender. "Bourbon, neat and whatever the lady is having."
wayward royal: Well yeah, having someone's father walk in mid-blow was enough to turn anyone off of jailbait, and enough to get that second (or third) arrest. Once she was seated, she flashed the almost-smile at their waitress and spoke up quietly. "Tequila please. Any variety." Seldom was it that Story got into top shelf versus skid row, she just wanted the booze and the burn. With that settled, she turned fox eyes to the Heathen. "I will be going away for a little while soon. You'll have to rack up good stories to tell me for when I return."
Alec R Sutton: "I will certainly do my best." He nodded and then smiled at the waitress as she set his bourbon down for him. He looked the girl over, in that let's undress you and see how long it takes to make you scream way.
wayward royal: Turning the almost-smile to the waitress, she wrapped thin fingers around her shot glass but did not yet down it. When he checked out the waitress, so too did she -- she sometimes did this, merely to see if she agreed with his tastes and his tastes ran the gamut. "So when are you buying the house Mr. Sutton? I hardly believe you'll bother with anymore viewing's and walk through's."
Salacious Affair: No time like the present to check out the pool hall. Hell, he might even go ahead and shark some money from some unsuspecting fools. Not that he needed the money, but he was certainly a predator. He stepped in wearing a pair of dark dark blue jeans, with a hooded black leather jacket, hood up. At least he wasn't pulling a Corey Hart and wearing his sunglasses at night. Nah, he didn't shield it when he was creeping on girls (and that's precisely why Mr. Hart did it, if you really listen to the song). Brown eyes searching the place as he slipped to the side just past the door. Getting the lay of the land. -d-
Alec R Sutton: "I'll put in an offer tonight...." In fact, he pulled his phone and fired off a text to the broker. "I'll offer an even seven, cash. Once they check my financials, they'll realize the money's been there a while and it's not been gained through some nefarious means." As he emphasized that word, his eyes widened and then relaxed again as he smiled. When the door opened, Alec turned to glance over his shoulder, and then lifted a hand, glass held in it, to give salute and invitation to Cyrus.
wayward royal: The almost-smile flashing, she lifted her shot glass in a cheers motion since he was sending off an offer. Then she did not wait before just downing it like any common rabble. "I have to find a place and tell my brother in law." Speak of the devil and he appears, isn't that what they say? Turning some on her bar stool perch to see who Alec was gesturing to, she basically-smiled seeing the Greek all dark'd out in his hoodie and shades. Or not shades. I give up already.
Salacious Affair: He kicked the hood back and nodded in Alec and Story's direction. But he didn't immediately head their way. Instead, he headed for the desk and put his name on the list for a table when one opened up and then he headed toward where they were hanging."Up to no good?" Wasn't Story always up to no good? Seemed like a rhetorical question in that regard, but he didn't know Alec all that well, so. He took a lean up against whatever was near enough, that would support his weight. -d-
Alec R Sutton: "Absolutely. I'm buying a house and we're planning the christening." He looked between them. "Should we bring in some hookers?" Were there really any pros here? "What are Seattle hookers like?" High end, clean. AB neg... "Sorority chicks will work." Hookers, sorority chicks, same thing really.
wayward royal: They were seated on stools at the bar, a free stool on her left in case Cyrus wanted to sit for a spell. She leaned in slinky manner, about to press a soft hello-kiss to his jaw until he asked if she were up to no good. Story recoiled and made a face at him. By now she had the art of looking hurt and surprise down pat -- so she did that, as if wounded. Unfortunately he'd known her long enough that he usually didn't but the snake oil she was selling. She laughed at Alec. "Yes see we are just talking about him buying a house. I think hookers would be fun. We should call that Bunny Ranch place, see if any of their professionals can take a field trip."
Salacious Affair: Bar. Right. He was leaning against the bar. And he flagged down the bartender when she passed."Just water for now." He may, or may not get on the liquor at some point, but he just wanted some ice-cold H2O at this point. And he just sort of s t a r e d at Story when she did that look of hers. Lips turning up at the corners until he was straight smirking at her. Gaze shifting toward Alec when he went on about the house and the hookers. And then Story got in onit too. A soft chuckle. "Mmmmm. I'm sure for the right price they'll send them out." Everything was available in this world. At the right price. "Anyone want to play when a table opens up?" -d-
Alec R Sutton: Alec looked around at the pool players. "You want to see who we can hustle?" Because he was all down for that. Hell he would even entertain the notion of a fist fight over a game of pool. They could keep from killing the poor bastards.
Salacious Affair: Brown eyes followed to survey the various groups at the tables, before he turned back to Alec."I was thinking about taking some money tonight." When his glass of water arrived, he slipped the bartender a Lincoln. Yeah, he just tipped her five bucks for getting him a glass of water, but that's how you treated bartenders if you wanted good service ahead of the lines."But I don't really hustle. I just challenge, and win. I'll fund your losses for the first three rounds, if that's how you want to do it." He just challenged and won, but that didn't mean he was unaware of the whole sharking aspect of taking fools for their hard earned cash. -d-
wayward royal: She turned some, sloe eyed gaze prowling over the others, traveling the billiards area before she looked back to her companions. "I'll play if I have to. If not, I'll be cheer leader. I have the best pom-poms here." And by pom-poms she meant tits. While the guys worked out their details, she slid empty shot glass out for the waitress to top off whenever she had a second.
Alec R Sutton: And yes, that brought Alec's eyes back to said pom-poms and he grinned. "Just make sure your father doesn't walk in while my dick is in your mouth." Prior conversation. One of those 'you had to be there' moments. Alec lifted his glass and knocked back his bourbon, then slid the glass over for a refill. "So you are the straight man and I'll be the obnoxious drunk..." When his glass was set down, he dipped his fingertips into and then flicked the booze into his face and on his shirt, before he drank half of it and got up, walking in an almost straight line toward one of the tables he'd been observing earlier.
wayward royal: When the waitress topped off her shot glass, she whispered a Romanian thank you and downed the shot again like common gutter rabble. Sidelong she smirked at Alec when he mentioned the dad walking in on the blow job. She swatted his arm without gusto and slid from her seat, heels creating a slight click-clack song as she prowled over towards the billiards area. There were bound to be a few people there playing already. In the meantime, she took a seat on one of the plush sofa's, parking her fine ass there, one mile-long leg crossing the other.
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Alec R Sutton: When Alec looked back, he hesitated. Cyrus had to leave and here he was, one man down on a short con. So... he improvised, draping his arm around the shoulders of the guy that currently was running the table. He leaned in and whispered, not so quietly and slurred, just ever so slightly. "Dude, look. My girl doesn't think I can beat you at pool...." and as he said it, he indicated Story with his glass, and yes, he sloshed some of that bourbon out of the glass when he did so. He looked back at the guy. "How about you and I play a game. Let's say a hundred bucks...."
wayward royal: First of all, how bad did it hurt Alec -- physically -- to refer to anyone, anywhere as my girl? Was he twitching or experiencing sudden sharp pangs of pain? She couldn't hear them from where she was seated like a slinky fox but by his actions and gestures alone, she knew he was rolling out some kind of Grade A bullshit. She switched blueberry eyes between him and the other guy, watching like a mean hawk. Her head tilted and again, the gesture didn't come off as human when Story did it. Hopefully just her usual natural bitchiness, the guy was convinced that the babe didn't think Alec had what it took.
Alec R Sutton: The guy looked between them, looked back at Alec, weighed the cut of his clothes and between that and the smell of booze emanating from him, decided he was an easy mark. The table was re-racked and the game began. Alec played just well enough to make it seem like he was trying. He drained his bourbon, and ordered another, which during the course of the game was drained. He'd just ordered another round when it was his turn and there was only one ball of his left on the table, and the eight. That was it. He leaned over the table, and took the shot, missing his and sinking the eight, which lost him the game.
wayward royal: She hadn't heard the conversation, not from her distance. Thus she did not know she was not supposed to be cheering for Alec. But that was quite alright because her natural resting face was an expression of utter impassiveness and apathy. Chick had all the warmth of Medusa. Sloe eyed gaze watched while he hustled, and she did not interrupt or even move. She'd made camp on that plush sofa and looked reluctant to give up her Marie Antoinette seating. Driving thin hand through the Barbie mane only for it to fall in sleek sexed layers around her face and shoulders again, she flagged the waitress lady down when she passed by, asking for one more shot. No more after this one, for if she drank after this she'd turn into Blair Witch or Debby Does Dallas and neither were appealing options. .d.
Alec R Sutton: Alec groaned, and shot a look at Story, one hand held up in that, just one more, gesture before he looked back at the guy. After a little haggling, the hundred he'd offered out, became a wager of five, and as the two bantered back and forth, five soon became a grand. Alec nodded and racked the balls, the rack tight despite his apparent fumbling with the task. And says who? Debbie Does Dallas would be a good thing.'
wayward royal: When he kept up the drunken charade and held up a hand in just one more manner, just like any typical boyfriend, she didn't even roll her eyes because it was too taxing. She just looked at the ceiling and played her part. "God, I'm just looking for a lever I can pull that'll drop a safe on me and kill me." He wanted a bitchy girlfriend and it was all quite serendipitous, how easily the role came for her. "You're taking me to Sephora for this," she said in mockingbird manner. Sephora was a carnival of overpriced makeup. It was like purgatory for anyone with a dick. .d.
Alec R Sutton: "Yeah, yeah..." he waved a hand dismissively. "I'm not holding your purse...." He lifted a brow as he pulled the rack away and stepped back, almost stepping on another player, and then he gave a sheepish grin, before he moved back to take up his cue stick. The other hand reached for his drink and knocked half of it back as his opponent broke. The man sunk three balls before he missed. And then Alec took his turn, sinking two and scratching on the third shot. He shrugged and stepped back, going back to his drink to watch once more as his opponent proceeded to clean the table. And through it all, Alec watched his every move.
wayward royal: She'd have to have a purse in order for anyone to hold it, and while she carried nothing (no cell phone, no keys), she didn't object to the idea of an alligator skin Hermes or one of the vintage lambskin Chanel bags. Her almost-smile appeared just the same, and she watched as they sparred with sticks and glass balls. "Baby you just need to know when to quit!" She'd caught on and did her part to help him out. No dutiful girlfriend would want to see their honey get clobbered.
Alec R Sutton: Alec turned to refute her words, "Pfft, I'm not losing...." No sooner had he said the words, and the man he was playing against sunk the eight and took the game. When he heard the ball sink into the pocket, Alec turned and looked and then looked back at the dude. "Well that's very unf fi... unfortunate...." He nodded, and then looked back over at Story, and gave her that panty dropping grin, and then he looked back at the guy once again. "Onemore... Double or nothing..." He lifted his glass and drained it, watching the guy over the rim as he weighed the option, and Alec before he nodded and agreed.
wayward royal: With him over there in full throttle hustle mode, she prowled blueberry colored gaze over the other guy, and that guy's friends. Some sort of rabble brawl would likely result from this when the guy figured out he'd been shark'd. Thin fingers still wrapping the shot glass but she had yet to down it, holding off on the last one so she didn't end up sloshed and singing Frankie Goes to Hollywood or some shit. His criminal smile caused the almost-smile to surface again, she watched the artist as he worked out another masterpiece of hustle.
Alec R Sutton: His opponent broke, and had cleared four of his seven before he missed a shot. That was all the chance Alec would give him. He drained his bourbon and set the glass down decisively. He stepped up to the table, studied the lay out and then proceeded to methodically drop balls into the pockets. When he got to the eight, he pointed to the corner pocket on his side of the table, and then be opposite bank. "Off the bank. He chalked his cue and then... yes he had that damned song in his head now, but it was really kind of fitting, as he lined up his shot, once more checked the angle, and then took the shot. He watched as the cue struck the eight, the eight struck the bank and then cut back toward that corner pocket. It seemed to almost hang there at the edge for a long second, and then it rolled over the edge into the pocket. Alec looked over at his opponent and smiled. "I believe that's two grand you owe me."
resonant fury: He had been back in Seattle for a few weeks now, reconnecting with a few he had known before leaving the last time and cleaning up the pride house... that monsterous home of his that could easily hold more than enough people and still have plenty of room. With the labor of getting the place back into living condition he decided to get out for a night of fun. Thus he came down to the Billiards, a watering hole in itself that always held some form of entertainment. Himself stepping through the doors in a pair of black boots, blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Eyes looking about with a bit of a predatory gaze as he took in the scents that were current, more specifically seeking out any which he was familiar with or needed to watch out for. [d]
wayward royal: Downing the shot, stood up with a stretch of slender arms, placing the shot glass to the waitress's tray. Turning, she flashed the almost-smile again, lips twitching when the Heathen won. There was a ninety percent chance that the other guy was going to punch Alec in his pretty face so she watched for a moment before she turned, prowling her way back to the bar so she could tab up.
Alec R Sutton: The guy was cussing, no two ways about it, and Alec was more than willing to add fuel to that fire. Why? For one he was an asshole. For another, he was pretty much itching for a fight. Or at least a chance to have the guy jump him when they left. Dude was fair game if he attacked first. The blustered and badgered, and one of his buddies held him back. Alec just smiled that self-assured... okay it was downright cocky smile as he scooped the cash up off the rail of the pool table. "Nice doing business with you." He tapped the cash on the edge of the table to straighten it out a bit and folded it over as he turned, heading back for the bar. The guy lunged once Alec's back was turned but before he could actually, humanly, do anything, the bouncers who had been watching the exchange moved in and 86d the guy. Alec, asshole, smart ass, gave him a waggle of fingers as he was led out. He dropped the cash on the bar in front of Story. "There's your Sephora. Or a start on our hookers from the Bunny Ranch." When the guy walked in, Alec looked over at him, assessing. He wasn't someone Alec knew, and he wasn't something Alec knew. He was different, that was certain, but how Alec didn't know. He gave the guy a nod up and then looked back at Story.
resonant fury: The up nod was returned and he was definitely different from your usual patron... hell he was different even in to his own kind considering he was not just taller, but more muscular than the normal were-lion. His footfalls carried him towards the bar which in the process giving a nod to the bouncers... he'd work security here before although that was brief or maybe it was somewhere else, but regardless he was known more than enough amongst security field that he knew many people despite being retired from security still. As it was he took a moment to assess the female and male... the man that gave the nod up as he took out a hundred and set it upon the bar. "Whiskey and keep me wet..." A brief pause as he pondered the various brands for a moment or two. "Johnny Walker Red." Decision made and he was ready to relax, hell even pulle dout another hundred and motioned to pay for everyone's drinks for a round. [d]
wayward royal: She'd paid up for her drinks, and turned with a swirl of Rapunzel hair just in time to see the would be fight. A vengeful blush rose on her cheeks, her pallor going to sunburn when she felt like a brawl was on the cusp. It was overbefore it began with Alec giving the guy a wriggle of fingers. She glanced to the man wandering in, staring curiously at him for a moment because he felt different. Before she might ponder it or stare for one heartbeat too long, Alec was dropping cash on the bar which she snatched up like some Debby gettin' paid, lips twitching. "Bunny Ranch." When there was a choice between makeup or hookers, she would choose hookers every time. .d.
Alec R Sutton: It was only over for now. Alec had done this enough times to know that the dude was likely waiting outside for him with a tire iron in his hand. Alec chuckled at Story's response and gave a nod. "Hookers it is." He looked to the guy who was offering to buy a round and he nodded his thanks and then turned to the tender. "Another bourbon."
resonant fury: There was a time he would offer his services up to get a chance to crack the would be offender waiting, but that was another time. Now he just wanted to relax a bit even as he settled onto a stool and debated on either making friends or just drowning himself into the bottom of this glass. As it was the first option was looking better at the moment although that could change if the place stocked enough whiskey that is. He turned upon the stool to look about the other patrons as he had the internal debate. [d]
wayward royal: One could only hope the guy was waiting with a tire iron, in which case Story would jump into the fray with glee. Of course doing that, she might reveal herself, but what was life without some calculated risks? "Thank you Frumos," she murmured for the cash because she wasn't expecting him to hand over a wad of winnings. She would spend it on something they both enjoyed anyway be it booze or broads. Casually one of her thin hands brushed the Heathen's hair back. With the other man offering a round of drinks, she took that as her arm being twisted to go for one more. "Thank you," she said to the man, an almost-smile appearing before she turned to the waitress lady. "Tequila." .d.
Alec R Sutton: Alec's whole point in baiting the guy and whipping his ass had been to piss him off enough to do something stupid. Which was why he'd picked the most hot headed, red neck, asshole he could find in the place. And no, this wasn't something new. He'd been doing this shit for the better part of two decades. It wasn't bravado brought on by his new found.... skills. He was just an asshole.
resonant fury: Okay in truth maybe he was itching for a fight too and getting a round or two bought meant he could maybe pick out an easier target. Although at the thanks offered from the two a smile was tossed their way with a nod. Oh hell he just got his ass off the stool and meandered on over to them, the hand not holding his glass of whiskey held out. "I'm Michael." [d]
wayward royal: When she was presented with more poison for her veins, she thanked the lady, thin fingers hugging the shot glass but not yet lifting it to swill. Her face turning to the man that spoke up, her lips twitched in a near-smile. "Nice to meet you Micheal. I'm Story. This is Alec." Heathen wasn't his given name or his proper name so she didn't introduce him as such. She finally noticed his hand too, and shook firmly but not firm enough to be a weirdo. .d.
resonant fury: He returned the shake and was even careful not to do a full shake, but firm enough in return cause really we didn't need that one going down. A faint smile hitting his features right before lifting the glass to taking a drink. "Yeah nice to meet you both as well." Hey we might as well start using nicknames for each other right? Or wait heathen might of gone for Alec, but technicalties. The glass dropped back down to settling on the bar even as he leaned against the bar, those predatory eyes looking back over the other patrons. [d]
Alec R Sutton: Alec took the hand, because face it, he always carried his glass in his left, it made things much easier during meetings if one's hand wasn't clammy from holding a glass of booze. He smiled and nodded, as he shook the man's hand. "Pleasure."
Victoria HoImes: It was likely that some people were starting to believe that Victoria didn't drive. Not true, she just chose not to. But this evening she decided to give her chauffeur the night off, his first in...well, honestly, Victoria didn't remember. Perhaps more accurately, she didn't care. The Continental GT V8 S convertible pulled into the lot and parked, but it continued purring for a moment as Victoria wrapped up a phone call inside.
wayward royal: Michael was different, she could feel it still but she had no idea how, nor did she ask. Not much changed about her expression at all as she killed off the contents of her shot glass and set the empty glass down. Her features did change slightly when one of them rolled up, one of Alec's kind. She didn't go chicken little or all gee shucks but her pulse galloped faster. Her only defense was at least being able to sense a fanger. Up in the air as to whether she would feel relief or mild distress whenever Victoria prowled inside, the woman did sometimes look at Story as though Story were a tall glass of ice water -- on a really hot day. .d.
resonant fury: Those bloodclots, no offense to Alec, were a real pain in the ass at times too. Regardless he wasn't all that worried over the sparkling vampires at most they might blidn your retinas. Himself had drove here cause he didn't need to freak people out about a lion running the streets of Seattle... best interest to keep that under the radar. Imagine those headlines! As it is his car, a black camaro, brand spanking new one at that was parked outside. Eyes shifted back over to Alec and Story. "Pretty dead here tonight." [d]
Victoria HoImes: Ice water? Oh no, more like a decadent, caramel fudge cheesecake. It may have been the scent that drew her to the establishment, or it may not. The only thing sparkling on this fanger was over $24k worth of jewelry, thank you very much. Finally Victoria headed for the door, replacing one of her earrings after having taken it off for her phone conversation. Stepping inside, she glanced about, sighed, but headed for the bar anway.
Alec R Sutton: The only time Alec sparkled was after he'd been to a strip club and got a blow job from one of the girls wearing glittery lip gloss. As for his biting? he'd been doing that a lot longer than he needed to. Long before he knew the things that go bump in the night were actually real. "Well the riff raff was given the boot so..." Alec shrugged. And yes, he was still hoping they were waiting outside for him to leave. Because he did in fact want to get into a knuckle and skull fight and then rip open a vein. That part he's not been doing that long. The rest, was status quo.
wayward royal: "You would like some commotion?" She asked Michael, her lips twitching. She was certain she or Alec could Jimmy up more commotion if he wished, though she was just playing. It was just difficult to tell when Story was playing around because for one thing, playing around was unlike her. Too, anything spoken with a thick Romanian accent sounded almost robotic and bitchy, as a rule. She nodded when Alec mentioned that the hooligan had been shown the door. With Lady Victoria arriving, she relaxed (silly, insane Story) and glanced at Michael, nodding between Alec and Lady Victoria. "It'll get interesting now." .d.
resonant fury: He gave a small little laugh although it was more at the idea of it getting interesting now. "We shall see if it gets interesting or not." Yeah he wasn't so sure about it being itneresting although he did notice the new arrival and gave her a once or twice over. Although he returned back to looking at Alec. 'That's cause you didn't goad him into a dark corner." [d]
Victoria HoImes: "You're presuming that this heathen is in fact interesting." Tsk. She checked the nearest stool to make sure it was clean before stripping out of her coat--freshly dry cleaned, mind you--and draping it across the seat, followed by her purse. Better not be any damn dogs around, she will kill anyone or anything that messes with her property this evening.
Alec R Sutton: Alec smirked as Story said it was about to get interesting, his eyes going to Victoria and taking her in. Offering up that panty dropping smile, he gestured to the bar where they were gathered. "Victoria. You are so kind as to favor us with your presence." Yes, he was being sarcastic, with the flowery prose, but the sentiment was sincere.... Mostly.
resonant fury: Nope no dogs yet.... there is a kitty here though. He lifted a brow towards Alec's greeting although didn't bother with piping in there. There was a very real temptation to 'accidentally' spill his whiskye on the coat too, but he held that urge back with a show of a little responsibility... mainly cause that be a crime to waste such fine whiskey. [d]
wayward royal: Her lips twitched with Lady Victoria's auto response. The woman had bitchiness oozing from her pores -- not an insult really when coming from Story. More like a thumb's up. Alec got the ball rolling by speaking up, trying to goad the woman and she turned, prowling off to the little girl's room for a moment, hips leading and Barbie hair shrouding her, strappy red Valentino's clicking as she moved. .d.
Victoria HoImes: "It's my one, true purpose in life, dearest." The adopted British accent was flawless, prim and forever proper. An order for a glass of wine was put in before she was looking Alec and the--nose scrunch--cat over. And yes, she was also admiring Story's shoes, as she too was wearing red Valentino's. Shared fashion sense could always be appreciated.
Alec R Sutton: Alec watched Story walk away because face it, that was one damned fine view and then he looked back at Victoria. "So, have you thought of me naked recently?"
resonant fury: "Oh look she likes me too!" This was said right after the nose crunch of her looking him over. A grin tossed to Alec before looking back to her. [d]
wayward royal: After a moment or so she returned in the same long legged prowl. "I have an early morning, beautiful people." She needed to be tied into her scarves, up on the trapeze and aerial by six in the morning. Too she might be going away for a short while with Cruella soon, in which case she'd be needing to get more details from Crue herself. She had nothing to gather up, and her tab was paid. Turning to the three, she flashed an almost-smile. "Pleasant evening all."
Victoria HoImes: "I have certainly not. Not recently, not ever." A sip of her wine was taken before she looked to the departing fae. Pity! "You mean to tell me you're leaving me with these brutes?"
Alec R Sutton: "If those bozos are still outside, you turn that fine ass right around and come back inside. I'll take care of them." Alec chuckled as he looked back at Victoria. "Oh, you love the idea and you know it."
wayward royal: "Lady Victoria if anyone can handle them both as well as I can, it is you." Be it sex, murder or just killing time, she had utmost confidence in the vampire. "Will do," she murmured at the beautiful Heathen, an almost-smile given to him before she headed out. The hooligans were outside but only one of them bothered Story, and he didn't bother her for long, only long enough for her to hold a thin hand up at him with her palm out, talk to the hand. From her palm came a blast of hateful light so strong and so warm they might have seen it briefly from inside. The light so bright, the guy didn't know what the hell just him. They'd find him later wandering dazed having pissed his Levi's. .d.
Victoria HoImes: "You forget, Alec, that I actually have standards." Yes, she's finally managed to learn his name. Don't ask her how. She has her ways.
Alec R Sutton: "Please...." Alec scoffed. "Trap your ass in Arkansas for a month and see how low your standards fall." Yeah, try finding a virgin there over the age of sixteen. It wasn't happening.
resonant fury: [Sorry all, gotta go. Been a long day.] Snapping from his momentary daze... listening to the bloodclot speak was kinda of a bore. He gave a quick wave to Alec and motioned that he got the next drink on him. Than it was off he went in those black combat boots, time to head back home... damn place was going to suck being there alone. [d]
Victoria HoImes: "For starters, you couldn't get me anywhere close to south of the Mason Dixon line." Her nose scrunched again at the thought. "Save, perhaps, for Washington. And secondly, I could fast from my delicacies if I needed to." She watched as the animal left, a clear look of disgust on her face. "Some places will let anything in, won't they?"
Alec R Sutton: "Equal opportunity service. You can't make money, turning customers away." Alec shrugged. Alec looked toward the door that Michael had just exited through and then looked back at Victoria. "I just bought a house and I'm throwing a party... sort of a house warming..." he shrugged. "You are most welcome to come."
Victoria HoImes: "If it's one of your hedonistic orgies you can just as well forget about it." Had he ever mentioned such an event to her? Probably not, but she honestly wouldn't put it past him.
Alec R Sutton: "So we're having a few hookers." he shrugged. "It's like an all you can eat buffet. If it makes you feel better, I'll invite a sorority."
Victoria HoImes: A brow went up for the offer of the sorority. "Thank you, I'll pass. I'm horrified to think of the rest of the guest list."
Alec R Sutton: "Couple of like-minded individuals I know, a few...." he made a kind of whistling sound as he crossed his hands, hooked his thumbs together and made a flapping gesture. "Sparklies." IE fairies.
Victoria HoImes: Higher went the brow as she studied him. "For company, entertainment, or dessert?" C'mon, it was a valid question.
Alec R Sutton: "Company. Entertainment. Dessert in moderation...." He shrugged. "No draining..."
Victoria HoImes: "Well, no, of course not. Believe me when I say in this sense that you do not want Her Majesty on your ass." Head tipped slightly to regard him. "Assuming, of couse, that this house is here in Seattle?"
Alec R Sutton: "It is." He nodded. "I'll be talking to the realtor and the owner tomorrow. I should have the keys no later than Friday." Why so soon? Because he was an asshole that had no issue in compelling people to get what he wanted.
Victoria HoImes: Victoria smirked behind her glass before taking a sip. "Look at you, so....cocksure." She actually managed to avoid glancing down at his crotch this time.
Alec R Sutton: "Trust me, when I want something, I get it." Alec smiled that panty dropping smile as he leaned closer to her, fingertips gliding in a gossamer caress along her arm. "And I'll get it for little more than half the asking."
Victoria HoImes: Eyes rolled and she moved her arm over just enough to escape his touch. "That arrogance will get you in trouble one of these days, dearest." She didn't sound like she was overly concerned for him.
Alec R Sutton: "I've been into and out of trouble more times than I can count. And I can honestly say, that very few of those times are regrettable."
Victoria HoImes: "I said trouble, Alec, not women." Snickering, she lifted her glass for another sip. "And let me guess, never once have you been turned down, because simply no woman can resist you."
Alec R Sutton: He had to actually stop and think about it, and then he shook his head. "No, I can't recall ever being turned down." He smirked. "But hey, when it does happen, I'm sure it will be a game changer."
Victoria HoImes: "I would say that I would love to shake that woman's hand, but..." She looked down at her own hands for a moment, a look of confusion crossing her features briefly as she tried to figure out how one would shake their own hand, but then she waved it off and took a sip of her wine instead.
Alec R Sutton: Alec cracked up, and shook his head, before he leaned in and spoke low near her ear. "Don't count yourself out yet, Princess." He leaned back then and lifted his glass, draining it and sliding it over to the bar tender.
Victoria HoImes: Victoria just chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't get your hopes up, dearest. It takes more than a flashy smile and smooth words to ger your way with me."
Alec R Sutton: "Oh, I'm sure it does." He smiled at her, and then took up his glass, taking a sip before he set it back down. "And don't you be too sure of yourself."
Victoria HoImes: Laughing, she shook her head. "I think I'm well qualified to know my own wants and desires."
Alec R Sutton: "Oh I am sure you do." He chuckled and drained his glass, then motioned for another for the both of them.
Victoria HoImes: Clearing her throat quietly, she straightened her back slightly. "So where is this new house of yours?" Feigning polite curiosity.
Alec R Sutton: "Lake Haven. Right on the shore of Lake Washington." he nodded. "It's a pretty sweet place. Private road leading to the house, terraced yard, boat house, dock...."
Victoria HoImes: Victoria sighed with relief. "Well thank goodness for that. The thought of bumping into you at random in the same neighborhood would be absolutely dreadful to live with."
Alec R Sutton: "It would be dreadful. Especially in the dark, and naked." He cracked up and then killed his drink. "I need to get drunk, or go outside and see if the asshole I pissed off earlier is still out there waiting. I haven't been in a fight in entirely too long. Not counting our little tiff."
Victoria HoImes: A brow went up as she regarded him. "And what in the world did you do in order to piss him off? Other than...you know...look at him."
Alec R Sutton: "I beat his ass at pool and took two thousand dollars from him. Then I gave it to Story for hookers."
Victoria HoImes: For a moment Victoria just stared at him, then slowly blinked, before taking up her glass. "You know, I'm sorry I asked." Siip.
Alec R Sutton: And he was laughing again. "You'll warm up, one day..."
Victoria HoImes: That got a laugh out of her. "Oh, please. Have you met me?" There wasn't a damn thing about the woman that warm, even she could admit that.
Alec R Sutton: "I have." he nodded. "And hey, I already have you laughing." That panty dropping smile was given once more and then he pushed from his lean against the bar. "What do you say we go find some trouble?"
Victoria HoImes: She studied him for a moment, then lifted her glass and tipped her head back to finish it off. "Oh, what the hell. Who knows, I might even be able to get a snack out of it."
Alec R Sutton: "You might at that." Alec nodded, settled up the bill and picked up his coat and scarf. He started toward the door, turning to pace backward a few paces as he looked at Victoria. "At the very least we can kick up a little dust together." Or in the case of Seattle, a puddle here and there.