Post by Alec Ryan Sutton on Mar 16, 2016 13:59:05 GMT -8
FlickedAshes: Life had gotten quite interesting since she rolled into Seattle. In Georgia, there was the bit of drama and sure, she got involved in a few things not *quite* legal. But when Finn died, she just didn't want to be there anymore. Sold the house, did one last not-quite-legal-but-very-lucrative bookkeeping job for the Ex boss and just...cashed it In. Loaded up her Charger that was still in progress and took herself from one city to another, one 'job' to another until the need to be a nomad ran out of steam. One thing she couldn't shake was love of the game. Hustle and flow, the rush of a clean win and sometimes...just the noise of people was enough to be a worthy distraction. That's how she ended up at Stix, cue stick case in hand, dressed in a retro styled black and blue dress. A bit over dressed slipping out of that primer gray car, but she had zero cares on that. –d
wayward royal: As she didn't bother to change after rehearsal, she arrived in black yoga pants, a plain white long sleeved t-shirt and round toe Adidas that Run DMC would have approved of. For now, the golden Barbie mane was still held up in lofty ponytail that made her seem like a teenie bopper. Wandering in, in long legged prowl, she wasted no time in heading to the bar where she parked on a bar stool. The usual almost-smile given to the waitress, she spoke up quietly, her voice soft like a kiss. "Cheeseburger. Fries with cheese. Strawberry milkshake. Please."
Alec R Sutton: Alec rolled into the lot not too long after, the Camaro downshifted as he slowed, and rolled into a space where he could see the car from the bar. Call it a precaution but he'd had issues in the past where dickwads who were pissed at him, tried to take it out on his car. The difference between now and then? Now he could rip their throats out, literally. Killing the engine, he slid out, gave a glance around, and noted Sawyer's car in the lot. Chuckling, he pushed the lock down as he swung the door shut and then headed inside.
FlickedAshes: She set the slim mahogany case on one of the tables, staking her claim so to speak before she moved toward the bar. A dimple framed smile to the woman there before blue eyes settled on the waitress. "Beer's a good start" Slipping the credit card from...sh, don't look.. nah, just a carter style holder, nothing magical about that. None the less the card was laid to the bar. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Alec and the start of a smile surfaced. Speaking to the waitress she added. "Put his drink on there, too" –d
wayward royal: She never arrived anywhere in a vehicle. And she never had a cell phone, keys or any personal belongings, so there wasn't much for her to do but count the seconds until her food was ready. She'd been playing this game a long time and by now she almost had it perfected. It'd be a little over one thousand and twenty-three seconds before her chow was up. The woman's smile was returned with an almost-smile, which was generally as friendly as she got. Heathen got the same when he sauntered in looking for pussy or pie or Goblin knows what. Brief amusement settling in the blueberry colored fox eyes, on him, before she went back to counting the seconds.
Alec R Sutton: Chuckling, he moved to the bar, stepping between the two, a hand brushing the back of each. "Fancy meeting you two here." Just how he liked it. Book ended between two hot babes. He looked over at the tender. "Bourbon, neat." he shifted, forearms resting on the edge of the bar in his lean, before he moved to where he could see them both at once, without getting whiplash. "So what brings everyone to Stix today?"
FlickedAshes: Absolutely not shocked that Alec knew the hottest woman in any given room. Seriously, it was like a book plot, she'd be a bit disappointed if ever that weren't true. "Just getting in some unwind time before I head out of town for a job. Nice seeing you again, looking dapper as usual" Then blues settled on the other blond and grinned "Hi, I'm Sawyer" –d
wayward royal: "Food," she murmured. She seldom bothered leaving her lair unless it was for alcohol, sex, food, rehearsing, more sex, men in general, sometimes women, and milkshakes. Fuck all the rest. That's not true, actually, she sometimes emerged like Blair Witch from her lair for the sake of causing havoc. A Puck amok. They were into three hundred and forty some seconds now so it wouldn't be too terribly much longer before she had a greasy burger and divine fries. She was silent, contentedly so, to let the pair catch up and talk but she looked at the lady when she spoke up, the almost-smile causing her lips to twitch. "Hello Sawyer. I'm Story." Three hundred and seventy seconds now.
Alec R Sutton: "I have no manners, or I would have introduced you." Not an apology so much as an explanation. Sometimes he remembered his mother actually taught him some etiquette and other times. he was just full on heathen. With drinks set down before them, Alec lifted his bourbon and took a sip after giving the glass a roll of his wrist. "Friday night. Party at my place. Don't forget."
FlickedAshes: "Nice to meet you" She seemed content to be without chatter, so, Sawyer complied and let her have her headspace. Drifting her gaze over to Alec, a sound of mild disgruntled regret vibrating in her throat briefly. "Friday night is when I will be neck deep in obligatory bullshit in another town. Sounds like fun though. Don't forget to tip your strippers...or cops...the second one only if they seem the sort to take a bribe." Today's sage wisdom is brought to you by the letter S and the number 3. –d
wayward royal: No, sadly, this was Story's version of hanging out and socializing! Her head canted almost like a woodland critter -- the gesture just didn't seem totally human when she did it, sloe eyed gaze going between the two. "I would love to stop by but I have an early morning on Saturday." She would still try to stop by but then she'd be tempted to stay and...and then Saturday would feel like hell. Her milkshake was up, she grabbed at it as though it were a life force, sucking it down --as fast as one could suck down a nearly frozen drink -- while she watched the two.
Alec R Sutton: "Well you guys are so going to miss out..." he paused. "I suppose I could shift it to Saturday night. Not like the hookers are going anywhere. Sorority girls... Same difference..." he shrugged. Toss a thousand dollars at a college student and she'll blow you and every dude in the room like she's trying to suck start a Harley.
FlickedAshes: "I'll see you Sunday. Snag pictures...but only the fun ones, none of those one eye closed mid blink, too drunk to wait for the image to focus ones" Just a bit of a smirk, taking up her beer now that it was delivered. Sliding to sit on a stool as she lifted the drink for a sip. A glance downward to her lap briefly, but then redirecting her focus on them once again. –d
wayward royal: Speaking of trying to suck start a Harley, she wasn't making a ton of progress with her shake so for now, she used a spoon. "You needn't change your plans on account of me. But you know if it's Saturday I'll appear." She would appear like some dark genie lured from the bottle. Sidelong she gave them a damn-near-smile. Parties were fun, particularly if Alec was hosting. They had to be close to like seven hundred seconds by now. "Whatever works,” she replied to Alec, the Romanian accent coming off as austere and clipped as ever. She smiled (a real, whole smile) for his consideration. Now she could attend, which was awesome.
Alec R Sutton: Chuckling, Alec nodded. "Drunken shenanigans, but only the quality shots... Got it." He smirked and then followed Sawyer's gaze to her lap, and then back up, one brow rising in question before he looked back at Story. "Not a problem, I haven't sent the invite out yet."
FlickedAshes: One shoulder shrug and lowered her hand to slide the split of the skirt a scant inch so he could see the garter that was a multi-function thing. Cell and credit card holder. Slide it back into place after the non-verbal answer to his eyebrow question. She was checking her phone. This dress – no pockets. One made do. She couldn’t help but grin with Story's real, full smile at now being able to attend the party. Yay! -d
Alec R Sutton: Alec smiled at that, then nodded. "Necessity is a mother and all that." He smiled. "So if I need to use your phone I should just reach...." And then he was looking back at Story and gave her that panty dropping smile. "You should smile more often." He paused, and then chuckled, remembering last night's conversation about fae blood. Which he'd need to tell Story about but not at present. He smiled over at Sawyer. "How was your head this morning?"
wayward royal: She glanced over, eternally nosy and not even subtle about it. Quirk of an almost-smile at the phone holder. Mona Lisa smile given to Alec for his comment, but in her head she was being really smiley today. Either her counting was off or the cook was very fast. Either way, she was pleased to get her food at just over 900 seconds. Sweet food. Wrapping the oversized burger with skinny fingers, she lifted it to take a bite, the Greek Evil Ring parked on bony-ass knuckle staring at the others when her hand lifted.
FlickedAshes: "Only if you say please" Smirk tagged along with that tease, lifting the beer for a drink and hell, Story gained a wink from her. Not nosey, just...curious, right? "It is a rather lovely curve of lips you have" Had to agree with Alec, the smile, most assuredly should be about often! His question about her head caused a quiet laugh to surface, shaking her head slightly. "Perfectly fine, thank you. Aspirin and water before bed saves me most of the time" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Good. Hungover is no way to be." Alec paused as he contemplated it. "Come to think of it, the last time I was hungover was Miami, on my boat, probably mid-July, two years ago. It was a bitch. Naturally it was in between hurricanes so it was bright and sunny."
wayward royal: "Thank you," she said to Sawyer, staring at her for a count of like ten. It was weird but it was just how Story stared at people when she was trying to decide whether or not they'd be friends. Cactus plants made friends easier than Story did, for obvious reasons. "Where did you two imbibe? Not the Gator I hope." Leave it to Story to follow up with a chipper comment like this, "Too many dumb asses go there now."
FlickedAshes: She didn't mind the stare, hell, she grinned. The woman was either sizing her up as a person, or sexually, and neither option bothered her. "In that very pit" –d
Alec R Sutton: "I'm half tempted to make sure Ki gets an invite to my house, just so I can drop him off a balcony." He wasn't kidding either. He would. And he'd toss his heart the opposite direction. Alec knew Ki was a wolf and he knew the kid thought he was a bad ass. But you can't turn if you don't have a heart, and when Alec could move faster than the human eye could see... He was pretty sure he could rip that pup's heart out before he had a chance to say 'oops.'
wayward royal: She almost-grinned at their answers, mopping a fry around in cheese sauce before she ate it. When she was done eating, she stared for a moment, the name Ki not processing. It took her a moment because he was irrelevant to her. "Oh him." She meant the chicks that did not acknowledge anyone with tits. Neither here nor there for that tho.
Alec R Sutton: "Yes, him. He excels at being a douche." Alec nodded. "I mean, yeah, I can remember being that age and yeah, I was a smart ass...." Still was, really, "But I knew to respect my elders." Except his father. That man just pisses him the fuck off.
FlickedAshes: Sawyer chuckled and shook her head "Now see, please make sure there are no witnesses if you go killing people. Jail is a horrible place to play host for deviant parties....and as far as that kid goes... hopefully he will outgrow it. Or develop a muteness inducing bout of strep that renders him silent for life" Sip. And Sawyer pretty much made it impossible for people to ignore her without flat out being fucking douchebags. It was a special skill. –d
wayward royal: "I remember him now," she announced suddenly after hearing both Sawyer and Alec's comments. "My sister told me to always keep an eye on Alex and Adrienne's son because of him -- and others." She was not insinuating that Alex and Adrienne needed help with their boy but Story's older sister was a whole special kind of hovering.
FlickedAshes: "You know the need-for-shower feeling you get after watching a news story about some lil shit being a peeping tom? Same vibe"
wayward royal: She laughed.
Alec R Sutton: Alec chuckled. "Yeah he does strike one that way. I mean, maybe he was trying to out man whore me, but really... He doesn't have it." Shaking his head, he lifted his bourbon, and took a sip.
FlickedAshes: Ick face in play. Seriously. "Maybe so...but...man-whoring is really a state of mind, not some...stick a dick in it compulsion. That's a whole nother story. He doesn't strike me as having the psychological make up to be effective as a man-whore. " –d
Alec R Sutton: "Exactly. All he sees is the getting laid. It's more than that. It's a deep abiding appreciation for women. And... an innate inability to limit oneself to just one."
wayward royal: Having gotten her fill of delicious greasy food, she laid thin hand on the table with bills placed down. Off she went. "Have a nice evening both of you."
FlickedAshes: That made her roll her eyes " Are you sure it's not just the inability to find logic in making yourself be limited to one? "Hand lifted in wave to Story before grinning over to Alec again. "Hedonistically speaking...knowing the logic in the results of multiple sources of pleasure makes the notion of finding it in one source nearly ...mythological in nature. Does it happen? In movies, same place as unicorns and sparkly vampires. In the real world? Probably happens for those with the psychological make up to insist that staying bonded to one source of pleasure makes the pleasure better. It's not for everyone. Doesn't make it impossible for a hedonist, just illogical" Her thigh glowed, blue eyes dipping down and the slit of that skirt parted to look at the vibrating tech. A touch and slide to the screen brought up the text. Just an address and a time. Turning it off once again, she slid off the stool and smoothed the skirt with the press and brush of palms. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Maybe I'm just addicted to women. It’s conglomeratic. Not only is there something about the way they look, the way they feel, the way they smell, the way they sound, but it’s the way they make you think. And... yes, logically monogamy doesn't fit that paradigm." When her phone caught his attention he looked down, taking note of everything but the phone. Alec looked back up at her as she rose. "I take it you have somewhere to be."
FlickedAshes: Just a few steps taken and she was standing by Alec, a smile curving her lips as she studied his features for a moment. "That I do. And you very well might be addicted to women. Hopefully it gives you the right rush without the crash. " A wink and slight tilt of her head. "Always a pleasure chatting with you Alec . I look forward to Sunday"-d
Alec R Sutton: His hand lifted to rest on her hip as she spoke and he smiled. "I am greatly looking forward to it." He rose and drained his glass. He should be getting things done himself; he had a house to deal with, after all.
FlickedAshes: Hand lifted, smoothing the drape of his scarf, a lean up and a brush of a kiss to his cheek before she moved out of the way. "As am I. Try not to waste all your good humor on your party guests" Grinning as she took up the pool cue case, heading to the door.-d
Alec R Sutton: "I will try not to." Smiling, he watched her go, and then he too, would find his way back out to his car.