Gotcha. (Natsumi)

[sunny]

It was one in the morning, and she just wanted to get home and sit down with the bottle of red wine that was calling to her all night, but no one ever gave her a break, did they?

She never enjoyed taking her clothes off for money; it put a bad taste in her mouth that only her bottle could wash away. Men were such disgusting creatures, going to risque clubs to escape their mundane lives, leaving wives and children to pursue their darkest fantasies with a complete stranger. Then after they had their fill, they returned home and kissed the wives they left, muttering apologies about 'working overtime.' She wondered if they laid with their wives after watching other women take their clothes off...their poor women. Those poor, stupid women, they never saw it coming, did they?

A pair of those exceptionally beefy pigs disguised as human beings was trailing her, keeping her from reuniting with her bottle, and making her think all kinds of nasty thoughts. Thoughts of where she was going to stick her stilletos if they were still there when she turned the corner. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that they were.

She rolled her eyes, and barely kept herself from letting out an annoyed sigh; she knew she had to give them the benefit of the doubt, and sighing would only aggravate the situation. So she stopped, and turned to face them, waiting for them to catch up.

When they neared, she spoke in the thick accent she used when she was Miss S: "May I be of help to you? I could not help but notice your following me." She quirked a dark brow as if amused, but otherwise kept herself cool and neutral; the last thing she wanted to do was egg them on.

"You sure can, sugar..." The larger of the pair chuckled, and he stepped forward, wearing that sick, excited grin that she knew too well.

She took a step back to put more distance between them, but stood her ground. "We do offer private dances, though for a greater price, at my place of work." She informed them, voice low and stern. "You should have requested one there; I am off-duty."

"Oh, I don't think so..."

She must have underestimated them, because before she had a chance to react, he was on her, one arm hooked around her throat, and she gasped for breath. And there was another pair of hands, moving up her black mini-skirt, and she clenched her teeth and thrashed, desperate to break free, and then...

"W-what the hell?![/b]"

What's the matter, boys? Didn't quite find what you were looking for?

They scrambled to get away, throwing her harshly to the ground, wearing looks of horror as they ran, and though she had nasty scrapes on her bare arms from the fall, she smiled. She'd dealt with her fair share of perverts in her time, and all she had to do to send them running was shift herself from the waist down. Got 'em every time.

I'm the wrong girl ta mess with.[/color]

[natsumi]

Strolling along after work was always fun, but he just detested it when he saw what his eyes just witnessed. He started at the other side of the street his attention quickly drawn to the small disturbance. His heeled boots stopped in their progress down the sidewalk, with his blue contacted eyes focused on the scene. When the man grabbed her he was across the street in an flash but found he was not needed.

He had two choices one stay with the woman and see if she was alright. Or chase the men and make them pay. Grinning he realized he had a third choice. Nat took a deep inhale taking in their scent and memorizing it. Track them later and make them pay but first the fair damsel. Though she might not be as damsel in distress as he first thought seeing as the men had ran from her.

"Are you alright, Miss?" Going over to her he gave her concerned eyes, and a warm smile. He was in his regular choice of outfits of tight leather pants as black as the midnight sky, and a flirty cerulean shirt. Kneeling slightly he held out his delicate hands in offering to her. "Mind teaching me the trick to get the creepers off? Always useful."

Natsumi winked at her his face bright, eyes full of laughter as he gazed at her. She looked familiar in the sense that one can recognize their own kind. He wasn't thinking she was a were but that kind of beauty in this part of town? Course he could be wrong in his deductions. Maybe she was from out of town and didn't know that this was the wrong sort of place to be.

"So what's a beaut' like you doin' down town?" Sure it might sound like flirting but he didn't care much. She could think what she liked and she'd quickly find out he rode a different type of horse. Played for the other team. Ate the grass on the other side of the fence. However one wanted to put it he just didn't swing that way. He had once a long time ago, and it had ruined two lives and made another one. Nat wasn't likely to do it again.

[sunny]

Sunny surveyed the damage on her arms with a frustrated sigh. She had few scrapes here and there, thankfully none of them bleeding, but a nasty bruise looked to be developing on her forearm. Her boss wouldn't like her going on stage with that thing there. Luckily, she could just shift it away, but that didn't mean she'd be okay with wearing it meanwhile.

She crossed one leg over the other and shifted her lower regions back to normal. All the handsome would see, that is, if he was looking, would be a subtle movement that could have been the wind. The wind...she rubbed her bare arms with her hands to warm them, wishing she'd brought some kind of sweater for the trek home. A black mini and a black halter that showed way too much midriff wasn't exactly ideal for a windy night. She could always shift into something warmer, but if this guy didn't know about the real world, she'd just be opening a can of worms in doing it.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" She quipped, smirking; she had grown tired of her 'exotic beauty' act and returned to her normal drawl. The kid didn't know her, the streets were deserted, and if anyone came along who knew her by voice, they weren't exactly going to think she'd made herself into another person. Nevertheless, she took the guy's hand and helped herself up.

"Fit as a fiddle, those suckers never see it comin'." She remarked proudly, brushing away dirt that her skirt had accumulated from the fall. "What I did? A magician never reveals his secrets." Pause. "Hers. Whatever.

"What I'm doin' out? Ya sure got a lotta questions. You some kinda cop disguised as a pretty boy?" She waved her hand dismissively, signaling that he needen't answer her query. Who cared if he was a cop? He couldn't exactly bust her for anything, now could he? Someone make a law against walking around at one in the morning, freezing your ass off 'cause you were dressed like a skank? That had to be a violation of freedom of something, right there.

"Regrettably, I was working. How I love working from the crack of dawn til the dead of night..."

[natsumi]

"Nah, she always encouraged me to make friends. Besides, if you're a bad man planning on kidnapping me I'm pretty sure I can take care of myself, pretty lady." He winked at her his face splitting in one of his stage smiles. After she stood he gave a quick eye scan, for most guys this would qualify as 'checking her out.' But to Nat it was just an outfit check, and to maybe find out something about the stranger. The accent gave him a little insight and that piece alone made his grin continue.

"Scum of the earth those types." Nat turned his head slowly to glare down the sidewalk, but his voice remained light. The creepers scent was still strong in his mind making his blood steam through his veins. "Magician eh? I've met one of those before, quite a character too. Didn't know there were so many of you."

The lycan's gaze returned to the woman at her questions. "I like gettin' ta know people, quickest way to do that is to ask questions." Pretty boy. Natsumi laughed slightly shaking his head like a cop could afford one article of his clothing. His boots alone equaled an officer's pay check.

"Cop? No, honey cakes. I'm not a cop. What cop do you know that struts around in mink?" He pinched the edges of his white coat opening it to reveal the see through blue shirt underneath as he spun on the back of his heel.

"Working?" His eyes tightened slightly at the corners then the light clicked in a flash. "Ah, yes. Working the night always makes dawn seem like a curse."

Nat slipped his hands into his back pockets contact blue eyes roaming over to the lightening sky. "But at least we get to see the dawn, eh?" He grinned at her giving her another wink.

(ooc. sorry for the wait and sorry for the shoddy post...)