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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 20:01:42 GMT -5
She wore a button-up, leather, vest thing that she could only assume she had got from her mother, or one of her brothers was gay. The bottom was covered in her tightest pair of faded jeans, and her favorite "pair of let's kick some ass boots." There was nothing under the vest and her hair, after "borrowing" a hair brush her hair actually looked presentable. Eve opened the door to The Cave and glanced around at the busy place. She had purposefully waited until night rolled around then waited another hour.
Her boots thumped against the floor as she made her way over to the bar. Leaning against the bar counter she put money down, enough to make the bar tenders eyes go wide.
"A bottle, of your version of strong, now." The man grabbed the large bill and left soon returning with a dusty deep red bottle. She nodded to a glass and he happily abliged watching her as if waiting for her to drink the stuff, and drink she did. Coughing she glared at him and he smiled, but what came out of her mouth next made him go pale.
"You call that strong? That's fairy piss!" Eve knocked back another shot already in a foul mood for paying as much as she did for something that probably after a bottle wouldn't get her drunk. Unless the guy was keeping the really good stuff for the big tough men. Grumbling various curses she turned away fom the bar tender to face the crowd. Now all she had to do was wait, and try to not deck, or kill anyone.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 21:04:26 GMT -5
"Who let th' bull in?" Rae asked. She leaned against the edge of the wall, talking with one of her bouncers, an overlarge black man with a shaven head. After all, every club needed one of those. Even clubs run by spunky lycans who could just as easily handle rowdies by herself.
"Just came in," the man explained, shrugging. "She's not causing any trouble. Besides," he smiled his pearly teeth showing on his dark skin, "I thought you'd like her."
Rae chuckled, flicking her eyes at the man. She clicked her tongue against her mouth, then motioned to the bartender. They'd long since established visual cues for whenever Rae wanted to treat someone special. The bartender mouthed something like "seriously?" Rae responded with a roll of her eyes.
The bartender's eyes widened, but he ducked into the back room. He soon came back with a bottle eerily similar to the one he'd already served Eve. The main difference being that this one came from Rae's private stock. He set it on the counter, popping it.
"Compliments of the house."
Rae smiled, glancing over to the bouncer. "Now th' fun starts."
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 21:31:56 GMT -5
By the time the bar tended set the second bottle on the counter the one she had purchased was gone. Not even the slightest buzz. Over a dozen brothers, most of them older than her, made one hell of a drinking game. Thinking this was just like the bottle she just downed she turned and grabbed it.
"On the house? Okay, someone's spotted me." Eve scanned the room trying to find someone staring at her, but oddly more than one person was staring. The kid was right she did snag attention easily. She popped the top and took a large swig from the bottle and gasped.
"What the hell? This stuff actually has kick!" The dragon took another long drain from the bottle. It burned good all the way down. "Man! What did you do grab the sh*t bottle last time?" She thought it was the same stuff, just a better year or something. Not knowing the person she had been challenged to find was the one who had bestowed such a treat upon her.
Eve was already half way through the bottle, and was totally surprised that she was feeling it. She smiled at the bottle loving the fuzzy feel that the drink gave her. Quiet warm she fanned her face with her hand.
"Damn, what you give me dragon fire or something? It's hot in here." Eve wasn't drunk far from it to be exact but she was starting to feel the drink. And that made her very, very happy.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 21:40:16 GMT -5
Step 1: get the girl buzzed. Check
Step 2: turn the flirt on.
Rae adjusted her shirt, wishing she'd worn something sexier. The blouse did cling to the right places, but it had sleeves and certainly didn't show any stomach or cleavage. Rae quickly snapped the bottom two buttons, remedying at least half the problem. She figured she'd bring out the girls later, if they were even needed. A girl like that would probably be all over Rae.
Rae sauntered over to the bar, sliding onto the stool next to Eve.
"Disnae ken I've clapped eyes on ye afore, lass," she said, one hand extended. "Name's Raelena St. John, an' ye be in m' establishment."
Her eyes flicked to the drink, eyebrows raising slightly. Someone could certainly put it away. Had to be at least buzzed, if not about to fall off her stool. That latter worried Rae. She wanted to make out, not hold back someone's hair while they vomited. The girl was hot, but not quite that hot.
"Ye might want ta cut back a wee bit, tha' stuff can knock ye on yer arse."
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 21:58:08 GMT -5
A female was talking to her, her eyes narrowed up until she remembered that the person who was supposed to find her was female. Then she stuck out her hand to grab the girl called Rae's hand. She didn't grip tight like she would do to say a fellow dragon but it was firm.
"Nice accent, the name's Eve." Her eyes darted around the place nodding as she did so. "Nice place. Did I so something wrong?" Eve only had manager types talk to her if she broke something, so far nothing broken. So why was the lady talking to her?
Dropping her gaze to the bottle she shrugged swirling the liquid inside. It was good stuff and sure if she didn't watch it she'd be paying for it but half a bottle wasn't going to knock her out. Though slowing down would most likely be a good idea, she didn't follow good ideas often.
"Right, no worries. Grew up with a slew of boys, all of them raging drinkers." She raised the bottle but didn't drink not wanting to come off as too cocky. As believable as that was. Eve actually just liked the taste and the burn mostly the fuzzy feeling was a perk. Swirling the liquid some more she stared at it longingly.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 22:11:40 GMT -5
"Well, we disnae often see ye type in here," Rae said, shrugging. She watched the girl play with her drink, arching her eyebrows. The other acted slightly socially awkward, almost as if she wasn't sure what she should be doing. Then again, it could just be that crass, almost masculine aura.
Honestly, it just turned Rae on more.
She licked her lips, then, winking at Eve, she snatched the bottle, taking a quick pull. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she placed it back down in front of Eve.
"Tain't th' only one wha' can put th' stuff down. Tha' be m'special stuff righ' there," she nodded at the drink. The swig had already warmed Rae slightly, if that was possible. She was already debating opening a few more buttons on her blouse.
Hmm, maybe she could just ask the girl upfront? Then again, if Rae and her bouncer had guessed incorrectly, she'd just be propositioning some random harda** who wanted a good drink. Better to play it safe and pour it on.
"I can see tha' someone taught ye how ta dress ta impress," Rae waved at the outfit. "Th' vest tis wonderful, an' I'm lovin' th' boots. Got me a pair kinda like 'em. Lass mate o' mine gave 'em ta me las' birthday."
The statement had been perfectly worded to garner a decent reaction from the woman, who, come to think of it, hadn't given her name yet.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 22:31:07 GMT -5
Type? She looked around the room and yes, not many of her dress code was in the room. Crap. Well, too bad. As she lifted the botle for a drink it was gone her temper flared instantly but she took a deep breath. If she failed this early on into the challenge the kid would never talk to her again. Once the bottle was back in her position she downed a good portion of it to edge her anger.
"Hmm, I'd challenge you to a drinking contest but wouldn't be fair now would it? Seeing as I have a lead?" Eve grinned evilly pulling over the whole bada** look perfectly. She tapped her heel against he floor admiring them. Her mother was furious the day she found them on Eve's feet instead of in her closet. But to make sure she kept them she painted the bottoms hot pink. Over time it had worn off but after that he mother refused to wear them.
"They work, and no one taught me to dress. This is the only go out and drink clothes I got." Unless she wanted to really look like a boy, which she usually didn't care. But the kid had told her to get attention. She didn't say it like it bothered her or as whoe is me it was just a fact. Stating simply that she indeed did not go out often. The girl wasn't ticking her off and she had thought this was going to be a challenge, though it almost felt as if she was flirting with her...
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 22:51:22 GMT -5
"Nae, twouldnae be fair," Rae agreed, again snatching the bottle and taking another deep swig. "Wouldnae want me ta take tha' much advantage o' ye. Temptin' though tha' is."
Rae's eyes hungrily devoured Eve's well-muscled body. Her tongue wet her lips, and her eyebrows bounced up once. Clearly the other girl could fight, and looked to be the hard sort of person. Which, oddly enough, appealed to Rae. She was about one solid drink from simply kissing Eve full out.
"Ye look hot in ye go oot an' drink clothes, lass," Rae suggested. She winked again at Eve.
Rae still watched carefully for a reaction. Eve hadn't gone running and screaming into the night, which was a good sign. But she hadn't flirted back, which went more toward her being a simple hard a** instead of a bull. Which disappointed Rae slightly, though it just meant things would be a little harder.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 23:02:48 GMT -5
The woman took her bottle again! Eve clenched her teeth reminding herself that the other female had given her the bottle in the first place. Okay that second statement was totally a hook up line. She might not be the wisest dragon or the quickest thinker but she could figure out when someone was flirting with her. Shrugging she stared at the almost empty bottle. If the girl wated to flirt let her, not like it hurt her or nothing.
"I don't think you could take advantage of me, not to sound cocky or nothing but..." She shrugged again confidence was different from cocky. The girl obviously didn't know she was a dragon, yet. Eve lifted the bottle to her lips and that's when she noticed the eye rape. Did she honestly look that good? Her eyes dropped to follow Rae's gaze really not seeing it. Most guys said she was too muscular for their tastes. She really didn't give a crap.
"Hot? Yes, I am very hot. Maybe I should get a glass of water." Eve fanned herself and glanced behind her at the bar tended giving him a look that often made her brother's cringe. A glass of water was there in seconds. Downing it she sighed in satisfaction, nothing like rehydrating oneself after a good drink.
"You look hot too though, maybe you should get a drink?" Regestering the winks, the flirts and such she was going to kill the kid. If this was his idea of a challenge she was going to kill him. He sent her to a lesbo sex queen. Like she could really piss her off, ha, ha, ha.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 11, 2008 23:36:06 GMT -5
Okay, one does not challenge Raelena St. John like that. Now Rae wanted to take advantage of Eve, and had every intention of doing something similar. Besides, the hot comments were frustrating.
Rae moved quickly now, hoping to catch the other girl by surprise. She slid one leg around Eve's waist, pulling herself onto the slightly larger girl's lap. Once situated, Rae grabbed Eve's vest and yanked the girl in for a hard kiss. She didn't dare chance her tongue, in case she'd just pounced something with sharp pointy teeth. Rae kind of needed her tongue.
She pulled off, audibly smacking her lips and smirking down at Eve. "If'n I want ta take advantage o' ye, I will."
The lycan knew enough to brace herself though. Someone that muscular could actually hurt Rae with a bad reaction. Besides, if this was a Gifted with, say, super strength or some other impressive power, Rae could be in trouble.
Of course, none of this stopped her from squirming some in Eve's lap.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 11, 2008 23:50:33 GMT -5
She was actually enjoying herself thinking maybe she'dcome to the place more often. That was before the blond climbed onto her lap and kissed her. Her first instinct was to throw the girl as far as she could then beat the living crap out of her. Eve appreciated her sex didn't mean she appreciated getting jumped like that. If it had been a man she would've wanted to do the same thing.
But this was a challenge. She had to stay calm. So she simply stood up and whiped at her lips. Her eyes closed slowly as she count to ten then opened slowly. This was hard.
"You are so incrediably lucky I'm in a controlling mood tonight." Eve's voice was deep and her muscles were tense as she narrowed her eyes at Rae. The bottle in her hand cracked a fraction under her grip.
"Don't. I repeat. Do not try that again." She downed the rest of the bottle and set it down forcefully. Her tastes leaned toward men and the spontaneous kissing really irked her. If the kid knew that this was what she was going into she was diffinitely going to make him pay. The war dragon sat back down on her stool turning slightly away almost dismissing the other girl. So much for a fun challenge.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 12, 2008 0:00:42 GMT -5
"Oh really?" Rae hopped onto the bar, scooting so she was almost in Eve's way. Her fingers played with the top of the cracked bottle, and her eyes stared down at Eve, challenging.
A hint of the lupine shone in them, turning them slightly golden in the dim light of the club. Rae refrained from growling, tempting though it was.
"Tis m'club," Rae pointed out. She glanced around, "An' I isnae frightened o' a wee little lass wha' disnae ken a good thin' when she sees it."
Rae smiled the smile of a predator, leaning over slightly. "'sides, wha' ye really goin' ta do aboot it if'n I wanted ta, aye? Ye may be a strong lass, aye, I wager real strong wit' those muscles. But ye disnae ken me, now do ye? Ye want ta jump in a fight jus' cuz a lass takes a shine ta ye, be m'guest. Ye tain't goin' ta find me a pinata fir ye ta beat on."
Rae swung her legs over, laying flat on the bar. She propped her head in her hands, elbows on the table. From this position, she stared at Eve, daring her to make a move.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 12, 2008 0:10:59 GMT -5
I will not hit her. I will not hit her. I will not bash the bottle over her head. I will not bash the bottle over her head. I will not break the stool over her head. I will not break the stool over her head.
"Oh, I'm terrified a cocker spaniel thinks I'm sexy, and she threatening me. I'm shaking in my combat boots." Her eyes followed Rae but with lots of controlled breathing, alcohol, and her mantra of non-violence she was impressed with herself. It was taking so much not to grab the girl by her pretty blond hair and yank her off the bar, and that's exactly what the b*tch seemed to be aiming for.
Eve checked her teeth without opening her mouth and almost sighed in relief. Nothing yet. She was in the clear so far.
"I'm not going to start a fight. You're the one egging me on, Toto." Most people had moved away by now, knowing Rae, and not knowing how violent someone so gruff looking could be. Her eyes traveled down Rae in narrow slits a direct challenge that to Eve, Rae didn't look like much of a threat, and two wasn't worth fighting over. But if Rae could win in a fight, things might get interesting real fast.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 12, 2008 13:43:02 GMT -5
Cocker spaniel?
Toto?
This girl had some real guts, Rae had to admit to that. Which worked quite well combined with those looks of hers. But now Rae was waffling on whether she wanted to try and jump Eve to play with her or kick her butt. Those two did not generally go together in Rae's book.
"Now 'old on a second," Rae shifted, sitting up on the bar, her legs dangling in front of Eve, "I bought ye a drink. I flirted wit' ye. Then ye th' one wha' challenged me sayin' I couldnae take advantage o' ye if'n I want. 'course, I ken I already won tha' one."
Rae grinned now.
"Mebbe we should have a wee wager, ye an' I. Wit' somethin' we both want as a prize," Rae cocked an eyebrow. "Bit o' a tumble say. If'n ye win, I leave ye be an' ye can have another bottle o' tha' stuff."
She pointed at the cracked bottle that had been more or less forgotten.
"I win, ye gotta kiss me. Wit' tongue," Rae licked her lips, then winked. "Wha' say ye? We could try jus' aboot anythin' ye want. I'm game fir it."
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 12, 2008 19:16:17 GMT -5
"I wasn't challenging you I was stating a fact. You surprised me with the kiss, and it won't happen again." Eve leaned back from the counter glaring up at the girl having to take extra long breaths to keep herself stable. If it had been any other night Rae wouldn't have "won" she would have been meeted with a rampaging war dragon.
The girl was challenging her to a fight? Her eyes roamed Rae wondering if the wolfy eyes really meant what she suspected or if the woman was a Gifted that just so happened to be a shifter. Eve often just jumped into a fight when she knew that the other oppponent was a dragon, but when she was iffy on the fact of race she held back a bit. A bit. Not a whole lot.
"With tongue?!" She yelled milimeters from screwing the damn challenge and going all out on the girl. "I don't fight for sexual favors, and though the drink was good it wasn't good enough to fight you." It sounded like she was backing down but it all actuality she was trying to keep to her original challenge. So many challenges in so little time.
"Sorry, not fighting anyone tonight." If she was going to fight it wasn't because she was dared to but because someone royally ticked her off. The club owner before her was getting really damn close.
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