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[runningred]

Jay's in the bar tonight, dressed in sinfully tight jeans and a singlet that hides very little of his hard, muscular body. There's something hungry about his expression, predatorily.

He leans in the bar, sipping a bourbon and watching.

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[immortalthief]

Amanda sips her wine as she watches the other patrons. When she see's the man with the predatory look also watching the patrons she waits until his gaze falls in her direction she raises her glass with a smile in greeting.

[runningred]

Jay smiles back and raises his own glass. He comes strolling over, casually aware of his own swagger. "I don't believe I had the pleasure."

[immortalthief]

Offering her hand, "Amanda" who is also aware of her own grace. "And you would be?"

[runningred]

"Jason." He takes her hand and kisses it, his eyes never leaving hers.

[alec_swamp]

Alec comes down from the library, carrying a few old novels. He's not in the mood for anything heavier than Dumas and Twain today. He notices Jason and nods.

[runningred]

"Evening Alec." Jay smiles wolfishly. "How are you?"

[alec_swamp]

"Reasonably well. Haven't had to fight any eldritch horrors in the last two weeks." Some of Arcane's Un-Men went off on their own before that, but it took Alec and Abby about ten minutes to handle. "You?"

[runningred]

"Always a bonus." Jay shrugs, sipping his drink. "Me? I'm having a good night. Thought I might be able to find some enjoyable company down here."

[wheatencrown]

Demeter is enjoying some cool wine when she spots Jay and gives him a considering look before she walks over, "Good evening, are you hunting anyone in particular?"

Her dress is green silk with little underneath and her feet are bare.

[runningred]

"No one person in particular." Jay purrs, rather enjoying the way the silk moves on her. "Just... pleasurable company."

[wheatencrown]

"Are you having any luck yet?" She comes closer as that purr is lovely and he probably can do wonderful things with his tongue.

[runningred]

Jay licks his lips. "I hope so." He takes her hand and kisses it softly. "I very, very much hope so."

[i_am_your_host]

The Master of Ceremonies slips through a crack in the door, looking very much like prey.

Without looking around or stopping at the bar, he quickly makes a beeline for the back door, his head ducked down and his hands deep in his coat pockets.

[runningred]

Jay follows him, very much like a wolf following a deer. He steps almost silently through the door behind Emcee. "In such a rush, darling?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Mein Gott--" he gasps, whirling around at the voice and backing away.

"Oh-- Jay! Hello! I'm sorry, you just-- startled me--"

He forces a smile but turns away to lean against the railing.

[runningred]

Jay backs off, intentionally dialling back his body language. "Sorry darling. That was mean of me." He cocks his head, his expression gentle. "Are you okay?"

[electro_kinetic]

Well.

That's certainly a picture.

Noriko shifts her weight onto her toes, standing at the end of the bar and watches right back; she's aimlessly tapping her fingertips against the glass in an odd rhythm, making a soft clink at every contact. Contrary to Jay's jeans and singlet, she's wearing black top and bottom, in the form of a pair of black leather trousers that show skin all the way up the sides where they're laced, and a shirt that mirrors the notion across her shoulders.

"You definitely look like you're hunting for something," she says.

[runningred]

"Something, someone. Either way." Jay shrugs with an arrogant smile. "I haven't decided yet."

[electro_kinetic]

"Should I go put up a warning to the general populace?" she asks, brow lifted.

"I'd say the someone would probably be more enjoyable, but who knows, you might be into that machine thing. I hear it works for some people."

[is_the_motion]

"Hey Jay."

Bonnie raises her eyebrows at the singlet.

"You been workin' out?"

[runningred]

"Actually Bonnie, I always look this good." He flashes her a playful smile. "I just don't always show it off."

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie barks a laugh.

"Maybe I should hit the gym." she jokes. "You got a hot date tonight?"

[nineyears]

Someone else is people-watching tonight, though in a much less predatory manner. Freya's sitting on a stool with a strawberry milkshake, her gaze flitting around lightly. Every so often she reacts to some unseen stimuli - wrinkling her nose at someone's thought processes or giggling when she comes across someone with the Triple Dent Gum theme running through their head.

People-watching as a telepath may be an ethically gray area, but it helps her practice focusing on one person at a time. Most people are thinking about idle things, anyway, like what they want to do after they're done eating or whatever little thing irritated them that day. Her attention hasn't landed on Jason yet, but it's probably just a matter of time.

[runningred]

Jay's thoughts are loud and bright, like an overexposed photo. He's leaning on the bar, scanning the room for something, anything interesting. Wether its a willing partner or a fight, he needs something to burn off steam.

[nineyears]

She's not likely to be a fight or a partner, but the way she blushes suddenly when her eyes land on him and hesitates a few beats too long before abruptly staring down at her milkshake could easily be interpreted as a somewhat interested kind of reaction.

(Because her milkshake is really neutral and delicious and wow, maybe people-watching wasn't such a great idea tonight.)