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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 13, 2008 22:33:58 GMT -5
She felt like she was the cat chasing the mouse at the moment. For Rae wasn't attacking her anymore and they had to look ridiculous running about the club as they were. It angered her even more that Rae was just running away and not say leaping at her. As Rae jumped behind the bar Eve roared in frustration her tail lashing out to strike at the bar.
"Everyone get do---holy s**t!"
"Is that a?"
"That's a!"
Are you serious?!? Eve turned and let out one of her loudest screams/roars at the police. Her eyes were completely blood red her spikes raised and her jaws open with her body covered in crimson fluid. One of them passed out while the other one urinated himself the last one ran out screaming for backup. Turning to Rae she snarled out fiercely.
"This is not over with! Neither of us loses, neither of us wins. We will continue this later. I will not risk the lives of innocents." Eve lashed out her tail her voice like rusted blades over gravel. "Agreed?"
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 13, 2008 23:34:56 GMT -5
Rae's head popped up from the other side of the bar, completely human and grinning at Eve.
"I disnae ken aboot tha'," she rolled her eyes to the police, "I can deal wit' 'em wit'oot blowin' m'cover. Wha' aboot ye, can ye say th' same?"
Rae ducked down, fumbling beneath the bar. The lycan had made certain to stash some basic clothes in various parts of her bar, just in case something like this ever happened. That, combined with the clothing she'd successfully shed already, would do in a pinch. Soon she was tugging a pair of jeans on, and throwing a t-shirt over. Then she popped up, looking over at the police.
"Ye might need ta call special forces fir this," she suggested, acting nonchalant. As if having a dragon terrorize her establishment were part of her everyday routine. Then again, she was a rock star after all.
"See all th' bloody mess o' m'club? I'll be filin' a claim, tha's fir sure," Rae snorted, slapping her bar.
None of the officers moved, just gaping. Finally, one got enough nerve to nod in Rae's direction. Clearly the rock star had more experience. He also jerked a radio out of his belt and began speaking hurriedly into it.
Rae turned and winked at Eve, grinning.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 14, 2008 0:10:26 GMT -5
Filing charges? The b*tch was the one who started the damn fight! Eve growled advancing on Rae not caring that she was in her human form.
"All I have to do is barge through those doors and disappear into the night. Being a war dragon means I'm pretty damned fast, then shift into human form once I..." She needed clothes. Wait she had clothes stashed under a rock near the school. Did she even remember where that rock was? Okay, climb the school find her window and get in. The teachers might not like a dragon climbing on their school. Sh*t f*ck. Eve groaned lowering her head.
"I refuse to loose. Just because someone started a fight with me and someone called the cops shouldn't mean I have to back down." Eve snarled out not at all liking where this was going. "I'm serious, I can't loose."
Her eyes were basically cleared now and they for once they held fear. Not knowing what to do she growled angrily glancing at the mess she'd made. Always the one breaking things, it would cost most of her savings to fix this club, if not all of it. Her clothes were somewhere behind the bar hopefully not completely ruined. Eyes darting to the police at the door she cracked her tail making them jump. Fear was gripping her like a crocodile's jaws and it was making her very anxious.
Never mess with a frightened dragon for you are bite sized.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 14, 2008 10:51:57 GMT -5
"Blah blah blah," Rae rolled her eyes, "wha' does it bloody matter if'n ye lose? Tis goin' ta happen sooner or later."
Rae glanced around the bar, noting the damage done. Be tricky to convince the insurance agents that it was all happenchance. Probably be better to just hire some private workers.
While looking, Rae spotted a familiar combat boot. Grinning, she ducked down and scooped it up, soon finding jeans and a familiar vest to go with it. Rae draped the vest over herself, finding it to be about the same size. The jeans she tossed over her shoulder, then popped up and grinned at Eve.
"Are ye tha' scared o' lasses?" she teased. She shifted to hold up the pants, looking at them speculatively. "I wanted ta get inta ye pants, but this isnae wha' I had in mind."
Rae looked to the officers, we were starting to get over their shock, and realizing that the rock star and the dragon were having a conversation.
"How's aboot this? I deal wit' 'em," she jerked a thumb at the cops, "ye go get dressed an' wha'nae. I call ye th' bloody winner, an' in exchange ye go oot drinkin' wit' me one night."
Rae grinned, spreading her hands, "Win-win, aye?"
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 14, 2008 15:31:54 GMT -5
It wasn't that she was scared of girls it was the fact that she really didn't feel like losing her virginity to someone like Rae. She glanced back at the police then at her clothes held by the female werewolf. One night drinking for her winning and not getting arrested?
"Hell, yes! I win, I get clothes, and hell I'll go drinking with you whenever you want!" Eve moved over to Rae holding out a claw for the clothes. Her eyes darted around looking for a backroom, and once finding it she looked back to Rae.
"I'm not afraid of girls. I'm afraid of losing to people like you." That sorted somewhat like an insult but it was true, and most times Eve liked telling the truth. It was like making up for all the things she ended up breaking and losing her temper all of the time. She meant what she said and hardly ever broke her word, though she did lose challenges. Whenever Rae handed over the clothes she started for a backroom. Before slipping aways she gazed over the room and cringed that was a lot of breakage.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 14, 2008 17:56:32 GMT -5
Rae was calling this a win. The whole purpose had been to convince Eve to spend time with her, and Rae hadn't been too overly thrilled with the idea of beating a future date senseless. Now, whether Eve realized it or not, the dragoness had just agreed to go out with Rae, and the lycan had every intention of milking that for whatever it was worth.
Rae handed over the clothes, then slid around the bar to walk over to the police. None of them actually wanted to be the one to admit that they'd just seen a "dragon" ravage a famous rock star's club under their watch. Being laughed off the force didn't sit well with anyone, really. So they were willing to buy Rae's story and overlook the details. It was her club after all, she'd be the one cleaning up the mess.
Rae was all smiles and pats on the back. A few autographs later, the police left. Suddenly exhausted, the lycan alpha walked back to her bar, yanked out a bottle again. She didn't bother with a glass, but simply took pulls directly from it. Her eyes went to the breakroom's entrance, looking for her new "friend."
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 14, 2008 20:56:35 GMT -5
In the backroom Eve was dressed and having a panic attack. Because it had taken till the time she was tying her boots that it hit her. She just agreed to basically go out on a date with that werewolf. Her back against the wall her eyes closed her head resting back she was trying to control her breathing. Trying not to barge out there and demand they fight instead of go on a date. Eve did not do social interactions very well, especially romantic ones.
"F*ck." As she said this she banged her head against the wall then pushed herself off and turned to the door. Well, nothing she could do now. She'd given her word and it was done with. Her hand went to the handle but she couldn't force herself to open the door. The dragon didn't even remember the last time she'd been on a date, or kissed someone. Let alone was on a date with a girl. It had certainly been years since she'd touched a female.
Wanting to go out there looking as hard as she walked into the club she inhaled deeply then jerked open the door. What awaited her was a trashed club, and a drinking were. Her boots thunked on the floor in an angry beat as she made her way over to Rae.
"How much you want?" Eve bit out hands halfway into her tight jeans. She'd trashed the place she'd pay for it even if it meant she'd have to get a job there. Work didn't scare her when most likely the work here would be easier than any job she'd get back home.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 14, 2008 21:31:58 GMT -5
There was something enjoyable about watching a disheveled girl walk out of the backroom missing some bits of clothing. It would be even more enjoyable had Rae been back there with her, but she was willing to take things one step at a time.
When Eve approached, Rae took another pull of the bottle, watching her wearily. For all she knew, the dragon would try to attack again. Rae certainly wouldn't put it past Eve to do so.
The angry walk sounded eerily familiar to Rae, and she tensed as Eve approached, gripping the bottle tightly. The lycan really, really didn't want to get into another fight anytime soon. Heck, she wasn't even up for aggressive kissing right now, let alone clawing and biting.
Then Eve spoke, catching Rae by surprise. Her eyes widened, and she glanced around. "Wha' fir?"
Rae cocked her head to the side, studying Eve closely, as if the answer lay on the dragon's features. "I told ye, th' bottles were free. Tis' m'way o' tryin' ta get inta lass's pants. 'Course, tha' didnae quite turn oot th' way I wanted wit' ye."
Another pull on the bottle.
"If'n it's aboot th' club, disnae worry. I have wicked insurance, an' I happen ta be a wee bit rich," Rae waved the bottle at the surrounding destruction, "'sides, this is a light price ta pay, considerin' wha' I get."
She winked at Eve, then took another pull from the bottle. The alcohol helped dull the pain.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 14, 2008 22:06:13 GMT -5
Eve's jaw dropped at what Rae was saying. She had to grab what was left of the counter in order to keep her feet. Not pay? She wasn't going to pay? Money? No? This concept did not compute in her mind.
"No? Pay?" She sounded retarded but she was having problems breathing at the moment. Eve was going to pay off her debt with her body she just knew it. As she swayed on her feet she decided to sit on the floor. Grabbing her head she started wondering what exactly she had just gotten herself into. That little rat boy was going to die!
"I'm going to kill him. That RAT! Kill! Blood everywhere! His blood on my claws! Death! Lots of death!" She was mumbling to herself and occasionally yelling at the fact that she had basically sold herself to a lesbian devil wolf.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 14, 2008 22:40:55 GMT -5
Oh, this was far too enjoyable. Rae simply took another pull off the bottle and grinned widely, watching the dragoness rant and rave. The lycan noted the "him" and "his," and therefore knew she was well in the clear. Besides, something about the dragon's reaction told Rae that the lycan had done something very good.
Rae mulled over the conversation as Eve ranted, trying to determine what she'd scored with. At best she guessed it had something to do with not allowing Eve to pay for it. Perhaps that meant the dragon owed her some debt of honor or something. Certainly not what Rae had anticipated, or meant for that matter. But she was willing to take what she could get.
"Do ye need a pull ta calm down?" Rae asked, holding the bottle out. "Or would ye like ta put tha' energy inta another action?"
Rae's smile suggested just what kind of action she was thinking of.
"Oo, I could 'elp ye kill 'im! I'm aces at tha' sort o' gig!" Rae wiggled her eyebrows, clearly enjoying herself.
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 14, 2008 23:31:27 GMT -5
Utter darkness and promises of death filled her eyes as she turned her gaze toward Rae. She was incrediably not amused. But she did take the bottle and take a very long drink from it. Almost draining the bottle in fact. Gasping she held out the bottle for Rae to take it back. When she got home she was going to go outside and scream for an hour.
"Thank you, and no you will not help me kill him." The dragon let her face fall into her hands and whinced. The aches and pains were setting in and she was beginning to wonder how she was going to make it back to the school. It would take forever that was for sure.
"And my energy will not be used in any manner that you suggest!" She snarled glaring at the other woman her eyes flashing to dragon slits. But being extremely exhuasted her head fell back into her heads then to her knees. Eve was suddenly very tired.
"Besides, my energy is so gone right now." Wrapping her arms around her knees she buried her face into her thighs. Not to hide or anything she was just curling up to maybe take a nice nap. Very odd position to sleep in but she didn't care at the moment.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 15, 2008 15:36:15 GMT -5
Rae took the bottle, still grinning widely at Eve. Clearly the war dragon was the kind of person who didn't like asking others for help. Didn't like relying on others for much of anything. Rae knew the feeling, though she'd recently found that she preferred the Pack life herself. Much better to rely on a handful of reliable people than to try and do everything yourself. Besides, life was more fun when you lived it with other people.
"Alrigh', alrigh', I read ye. Nae fun stuff fir now," Rae held up both hands, palms turned to Eve. She then noticed the strange posture, and was actually worried. Had Rae actually managed to damage a dragon that much? Maybe she was a better fighter than she thought.
Hopping over the counter again, Rae approached the curled Eve. Once close enough, she leaned over and lightly tapped Eve's shoulder.
"Hun, if'n ye be tired or somit, ye can rest in th' back," Rae jerked her head toward the back room. "There's a cot back there. Smells like girl, but tha' shouldnae be a problem."
It did get cleaned every once in a while, but always smelled decidedly feminine. "Ye can sleep as long as ye want back there. Willnae even take anythin' in exchange, unless ye be wantin' ta try another kiss."
Rae winked, then straightened, waving again at the room. "If nae, ye'd better get goin'. Need ta clean oop, after all."
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Post by Eve Stone on Nov 15, 2008 16:06:28 GMT -5
That woman never shuts up does she?
Eve lifted her head and put ever ounce of mean into the look that she could muster. She always put everything she had into fights and blowing out so much smoke instead of fire left this horribd taste in her mouth. But no matter how tired she was or how much she didn't want to move she would not under any circumstances stay there.
"No, I'll leave." She stood and stretched trying to ease her tight muscles as much as she could. Maybe jogging home would be good for her. A good jog and a good long boiling hot bath sounded lovely. Rotating her shoulders she blinked staring at Rae.
"I live at the academy, so if you ever want to talk to me. I'll be there." That would also be the place where Rae could send a messenger or note to request Eve for that night of drinking. Boots thumping on her way out she stopped at the door to turn and look back at the were who'd basically won without winning.
I'm so screwed.
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Post by Raelena St. John on Nov 15, 2008 16:18:33 GMT -5
"See ye later than," Rae called. She didn't even turn to watch Eve, though she knew it would be worth watching. Instead she strolled back to the bar, again taking a swig from the bottle.
When Eve looked at Rae, Rae looked up at Eve, again grinning and saluting the other girl with the bottle. The win had technically gone to the dragon, but the lycan had clearly scored herself. Everything had gone just as Rae had planned.
As soon as Eve left, Rae chuckled to herself, looking around. Smashed furniture lay in bits all over the dance floor. Great scratches had been gouged into surfaces everywhere. And it looked like sections of the bar had received "smoke damage." A veritable war zone.
"If th' lass f**ks have as hard as she fights, I willnae walk straight fir weeks," Rae mused aloud, taking another pull. She reached for a phone near the bar, contacting the right people to get things back to "normal."
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