Those who haven't frequented the bar in a while might recognise the hunched over figure of one Aeryn Sun at a table situated near the door. But whether recognised or not, she existed, book in hand - thumb pressed tight to the page in a kind of grim horror. The print on the cover certainly gave her no idea of what madness lay inside. The expression on her face was that of a woman who quite simply hadn't given a microts thought to what she was getting herself into.
I spy with my little eye something beginning with P. There's a Pixie near the Karoake machine, giving it the eye. She's yet to pick a song, but continues to stomp out a beat with her combat boot to an ear-thumping rythym. She appears to be wearing a pair of voluminous forest green bloomers and a leather jacket studded with metal spikes, but then, can you really trust your eyes? Because right now your eyes should be telling you that green winged seventeen-year-olds aren't all that common. Kaye Fierch doesn't mind standing out in a crowd and she just goes right on tapping her feet, wings fluttering madly on her back like some crazy fae tribal dance.
Most people sitting at the bar were eating, drinking, making merry - not Lirael. If you chanced to look at the very edge of the bar, close to the dusty bottles kept on shelves, you may have spotted the very top of her glossy, dark hair. Mostly, you would just see books, a very large, very precariously stacked mountain of books. Every few seconds a book fell, exuding a cloud of dust and a hand would shoot out to retrieve it, a soft murmuring coming from behind the makeshift library.
There's a young boy in the forest today, shirtless, predatory - he stalks back in forth from one edge of the forest to another as though deep in the process of making a decision. Jacob Black hooks his thumbs into the belt loops of his low slung denims and tugs upwards. He's itching to change, to run, to get away from every feeling and emotion that's crowding his head, but still he resists. There's no Sam Uley here to tell him what to do and no Bella to turn to, isn't that half the problem?
There are certain people in the world that you can take one look at, and know they'll be trouble. Lilith's always been that woman, not that it stops men from realizing it until it's too late. If you look too long there's a big chance you'll get your heart broken and later find out your wallet and pride are missing too. If you ask her, she'd say she couldn't help it; that it's her nature - the same way a cat toys with a mouse before he eats it.
'Course, she'd probably be lying. She enjoys making mischief almost as much as she enjoys makin' profit.
Today she's in the men's bathroom crouching close to the floor by a stall, bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand, black marker in the other. Yup, nothin' like vandalizing the wall of the crapper to make you feel pleasantly juvenile.
[OOC: Well it's been so long since I've played I just wanna get back into practice so feel free to bring whatever you want to the table and ignore my stunted writing :P Open forever, available for slowtime. I am also famous for allowing any kind of drama to explode in my threads, go nuts.
As a note for tagging Lilith, even though it mentions she's in the men's bathroom, if you're a girl and want to talk, feel free to assume she's in the girl's bathroom because I don't want to slice anyone out.]
"People say it's dangerous." She runs her eyes over his face, searching for something, anything to give her just a little bit more of a clue. Whatever's said, people are fascinating and if you can get a good idea of them right away, you don't have to stick around for overly long.
"People are generally boring as hell." Un-protected. Fragile. No idea how to take care of themselves. An SMG and a bold attitude will get you a long way.
"What do you see?" It's fascinating, to meet someone as closed off as she is. Lilith might be fun and games on the outside, but dig deeper and you'll hit a wall of steel.
She doesn't play games unless she's sure she can win.
"An unbeatable one?" She doesn't usually stick around after she's banged someone and originally it was the idea of being stuck in a bar with him afterwards that held her back.
She has a door to escape through now and she very much suspects Alfred Spangler to be a man who doesn't invest emotions in such things. This makes him a much more attractive prospect.
Lilith takes his hand, turns it palm up and writes on it a single number.
"Maybe next time you'll impress me enough to get the second one." She tilts the whiskey to her mouth, savoring the way the flavor burns down her throat. For just a second one single finger follows the shape of the number on his palm.
Lilith leans forward just enough that her lips meet his, just enough to leave him wanting more. It surprises her how long it's been since she got any and the kiss is only a frustrating reminder of this.
"Until next time, Mr. Spangler." She gets to her feet and with a swing of her hips is gone from the bathroom, leaving him alone with a half-finished bottle of Whiskey, a single number, and an un-capped pen.
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Teja's made him squirm far too often, this is a small but satisfying bit of revenge.
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She wouldn't make him pay. Not with coin, anyway. One thing every little girl learns sooner or later, everything in this universe has a price.
A brief pause and she snatches the pen back to draw a passable naked pin up girl, boobs included.
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"If he's as tight-ass as you say he's not gonna attack me for asking." And if he did he'd get twice as much trouble.
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And he'll make sure that its worth her time.
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"But I just ain't that cruel." The thought of it though, the thought of it makes her chuckle deep in her throat.
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"He's no fun. Started wearing a mask so you can never see him blush." It infuriates her to no end.
She wonders idly just how much it would take to make Alfred Spangler blush.
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It takes quite a lot though there are a few things that make him squirm.
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"What about you? Ever been propositioned for sex by a stranger?" She raises her eyebows, a paragon of innocence.
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It happened slightly more when he was still figuring out how to work, but now he's usually the one doing the asking.
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"People are generally boring as hell." Un-protected. Fragile. No idea how to take care of themselves. An SMG and a bold attitude will get you a long way.
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"They are and they see what they want to see."
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She doesn't play games unless she's sure she can win.
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Urquhart and Saffron are the rare ones who get even a glimpse of who's under the disguises,
"A challenge."
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She has a door to escape through now and she very much suspects Alfred Spangler to be a man who doesn't invest emotions in such things. This makes him a much more attractive prospect.
Lilith takes his hand, turns it palm up and writes on it a single number.
"The first number on my room door." She explains.
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He's a confident man and there's no rush if something comes easy. When she writes, he smiles, this is progress.
For him, sex is fun, emotions are complicated and best not dealt with.
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Lilith leans forward just enough that her lips meet his, just enough to leave him wanting more. It surprises her how long it's been since she got any and the kiss is only a frustrating reminder of this.
"Until next time, Mr. Spangler." She gets to her feet and with a swing of her hips is gone from the bathroom, leaving him alone with a half-finished bottle of Whiskey, a single number, and an un-capped pen.
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One number's a start and next time he will get the second one.