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There's a lupa lounging comfortbly inna booth. There is a burger and a plate of cheese fries in front of her. As well as a glass with a dark liquid in it. Run & Coke if ya wanna know.

She's reading a book while she eats, Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy.

Come poke the werewolf and see if she bites.

[OOC: Mun is back.]

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There's a small shudder that ripples through Raina, though it's very discrete.

"What is it that your thinking of doing that would run that risk?"

She gives him a dangerous grin.

"Though I can almost guarantee that pain would be worth it."

He turns the hand on the table over, cupping it over her hand, and brushes his thumb gently across her knuckles.

"Well, there's this woman I just met, right? She's insanely hot and devestatingly sexy. Seems like we've got a good chemistry together, she and I, and I've got a notion to take it to the next level. Which, in my reckoning of things, involves a bottle of blood-soaked wine for me, a bottle of her choice for her, and a bed upstairs for us both. Or a chair, or a floor, or... with a little luck, all three.

"Trouble is, I just don't know if she's really interested in that, and I'm not sure how to bring up the subject to her. Especially since if I offend her by jumping the gun, she's more than capable of dealing me some serious hurt."

He looks meaningfully into her eyes with an obvious hunger.

"So you see my dilemma."

There's a dark smirk as she tilts her head to look at him.

"I can see your dilemma. Though you might be suprised at how much pain can be a nice spice to the mix. If applied right of course."

She taps her chin with her free hand. "And as far as whether or not the woman wants that, you could always just ask. She might very well like blunt people and feel the same way."

[ooc: *headdesk* ignore the wrong sn..hehe]

Vachon thinks a moment.

"I can see your point about the pain. 'S not like I'd be likely to die from it, after all. I think you're right. I should just ask her. Thanks!"

He makes a motion to stand up, then pauses and blinks.

"Oh, right. I'm already here," he teases as he sits back down, considerably closer this time.

"So, whaddya say, Raina? Wanna find a room upstairs and ... spice things up?"

She's grinning with amusement as he stands up. Her amusement takes a slightly darker turn when he sits back down.

She tilts her head to the side, close to his ear. "I think that can be arranged." She purrs to him and nips the lower part of his ear.

Vachon shivers and hisses in pleasure at the nip. He leans his head down, kissing her neck. He trails the tip of his tongue down to her shoulder, following the vein. Then he reverses direction, dragging the tip of one fang along the path -- not breaking the skin, just a gentle touch.

For now.

Raina lets out a deep content purr as her eyes flutter shut for a moment. She opens her eyes briefly, though their glazed with dark promises.

She stands with a liquid grace, pulling him with her. She's stronger than the normal human girl. Lucky her. "You said something about a room?"

Lucky both of them.

He takes a moment after they've stood to steal a serious tonsil-hunting kiss from her before responding.

"Yeah, room. Good idea. Damn rules."

Vachon wraps an arm tightly around the werewolf's waist and leads the way up the stairs.

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