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Post by Gideon Montgomery on Jan 6, 2010 12:28:55 GMT -5
Gideon took another heavy swallow of his beer and continued watching the throng of partiers with a detachment he wished he didn’t feel. Though he’d been back in the ‘human world’ for a little while, getting through his head that this was home again was taking longer than he thought it would. Though he had always believed he loathed living in the bayou amongst his Lycan brethren, he missed the cool, open air of the swamp; the way the water sounded lapping against the banks of the marsh. It had always been so soothing. What he wouldn’t give to just ditch these pants and go for a run under the stars. THAT would make this New Years worthwhile.
But he’d promised his sister that he would attempt to act normal; at least until she could get over the idea that her big brother was a werewolf now. Gideon sighed and took another sip and let his eyes wander more. Maybe he would stay for one beer and then just get the hell out of there. He could report in to Sibby that he’d visited the popular bar and mingled among the normal, obviously leaving out the part that it had only been for a brief while.
Normal.
The thought made his brow furrow in wry amusement. He could still smell the presence of another wolf and it irritated him that he couldn’t quickly locate the source. Perhaps there was more than one of them... Shaking his head Gideon let his eyes drift over the dancers and towards the upper floor where they landed on a pair of ocher eyes that were caught in his. Immediately a current of electricity surged through him. She was looking at him... He shuddered, astounded by the sudden warmth in his belly as watched as her eyes drifted away, moving back over the crowd.
Blinking, he turned back to the bartender and ordered a shot of whiskey; which thankfully came quick so that he could down it before loosing his nerve.
Heading upstairs, he spotted the petite knockout immediately and made his way towards her. Gideon leaned against the rail just next to her; so close that he could smell the notes of cinnamon and roses that played on her smooth olive skin. “Hey.” The Loup Garoux said nonchalantly as he let his own eyes wander over the sea of people. “Great place, huh?”
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Post by micheal on Jan 6, 2010 13:54:23 GMT -5
New Years Eve. A time for setting aside the old and bringing in the new. A time of hope and cheer in an otherwise desolate land. Standing at the bar dressed in his customary black leather pants and a button up white dress shirt, Micheal watched the party goers move around without a seeming care in the world. None of them had a clue about the war being raged outside their blinders and none of them knew just how close the end of time loomed.
In some ways, he figured it was better this way but his warrior soul knew that he would rather be given the choice to fight or die rather than suddenly have fate thrust upon him as most of these humans would. He'd rather fight to the death for something bigger than himself than go meekly into the night as some of these mice like mortals no doubt would. Many of them, even had they known, would turn a blind eye to the signs and scurry about their finite lives until to much precious time was wasted and there was no longer any choice to be made. No doubt, this was why only a chosen few were pulled into the war called the Apocalypse.
Shaking his head at his morbid thoughts, the handsome blond angel turned towards the bartender and ordered a whiskey. After centuries of being on earth with these mortals, he suspected he was becoming prone to thinking. His Lord had sent him among the living for the express purpose of learning to understand what made them tick but the more he learned, the more he questioned his siblings beliefs that they were the lesser beings.
In fact, there were no times when he considered them the blessed. They could love, laugh, rage and even cry with emotions that were genuine. For all that they might be mortal, Micheal had come to believe that they fit more true living into those short periods than his brothers did in all their immortal lives.
As the bartender slid his glass in front of him, the angel sighed and placed a wad of cash on the counter. Turning away, he began to make his way through the crowd while nodding at a familiar face here and there. Letting his eyes drift, he spied Alexis Blair on stage and had to smile. The woman was definitely an example of how out dated angel thinking really was. She was one of the reason's he'd spent the last centuries on earth protecting a rare bloodline that was a key to the raging war. As a descendant of the archangel, Azreal, the blond had unique powers while still having the human ability to FEEL. The balance in her was absolute perfection which had been proven time and time again but her own choice not to join the "dark side" so to speak. Had she given any hint of faltering, he would have destroyed her without remorse but now.. Now he was grateful for having been spared that action.
Finding an empty spot by the rail, the angel looked down over the club and contemplated the future. His drink didn't last long and soon he was relaxed and enjoying the music.
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Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Jan 6, 2010 19:01:35 GMT -5
JoJo smiled up at her husband as he commented. Definitely there were things that they could both have done without the last year, but all in all... things worked out pretty well. It felt good just to be there with him. Being with him always made her feel special.
Still leaning against Curse, Jo picked up her drink and sipped at it. She saw Curse take a look around the club. She knew he was keeping an eye out for trouble. Something Lexi has asked them to do while they were there tonight. Jo didn't mind, they were there anyway it was pretty natural to be on alert in a crowd like this.
Jo took another sip of her drink. Making her own little scan of the area. Noticing her husband had a little flash of concern on his face she followed his gaze. There was a dark haired woman dressed in jeans. Jo couldn't help but smirk a little. She knew that Curse was making a note to keep an eye on the girl, but truth be told, it wasn't that long ago that Jo would have walked into this party dressed in a very similar fashion and not caring who thought she might not belong there.
Letting out a sigh and shaking her head Jo turned her attention back to her drink. Yeah, what a difference a year made. Swirling her glass in her hand she looked up and gave her husband a grin as he asked her to dance. "I'd love to dance." Jo set her drink down and took Curse's hand. Both of them all dressed up for the special occasion. While she did like her man in his t-shirt, jeans and boots that was his normal attire, he did look mighty fine in his black suit. A wicked grin spread across her lips at that thought. She was one lucky girl. Then she tugged on his hand, taking the lead out to the dance floor with her handsome husband.
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Post by london on Jan 6, 2010 19:47:35 GMT -5
There were eyes on her; she didn’t even need to look up, she just knew. There was the softest of ripples in her senses, starting at the bottom of her spine and rippling up her neck, settling around her shoulders, hairs on the nape raising a little. Well, there were already eyes on her, sticking out like a sore thumb, but they were curious, if slightly disapproving- this gaze felt suspicious. Cocking an eyebrow, she took a long swig from her drink, wryly thinking that it was her second night in this place and already she’d drunk more than she had in about four, five years. Then she looked up, catching Curse’s eye dead on, not in the slightest abashed. Yeah, she was in jeans and boots, but hell, at least if the shit hit the fan she’d be more protected than half the people in here and her boots were damn good for running in. London Sullivan was a girl who always planned her life around the basis that everything was going to go wrong.
Her eyes were a dark, dark brown, almost black, and they were not the most comfortable to find staring at you from under the cover of the club’s darkness... And then she winked. It wasn’t a flirtacious wink, as any idiot could tell he and the girl in his arms were head over heels for each other, but it was a cheeky wink, and it was a wink that might just tell him his suspicious might just be correct... Who knew? She was a trouble causer of the highest standard, that much she knew, and even though she wasn’t much inclined towards the notion now, once she got a few drinks down her she went a little neurotic and lost control. Then no-one knew what could happen... She saw his girlfriend –no, wife, look, there’s the ring- glance over, and she returned the smirk with a little incline of her head, that same mischevious look on her face, then slipped off into the crowd, disappearing surprisingly well for someone who stood out from the crowd so much.
Drink in hand, she wound between people like a shadow, good at being unnoticed when she wanted to be- don’t look anyone in the eye, don’t bump or push anyone, just mind your own business and find somewhere you can watch everyone else... The place was a little too crowded for her liking, but the merriment of those around was pleasant enough to carry her through, and she sought higher ground where she might catch a breather and some personal space. There were rails up above, giving a decent enough view, and she perched herself between a handsome fellow in a white dress shirt and a long-haired guy busy chatting up a pretty girl besides him. Leaning against the rail, she looked out over the crowd and took a hearty swig of her drink, unable to hide a grin as she heard the new song begin.
“At least it ain’t meatloaf.” [/color] [/center]
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Post by jace on Jan 6, 2010 20:29:37 GMT -5
There was something to be said about the kind of chemistry that fairly crackled with just a look. Jace's eyes meet those of the man she was watching just as he looked up and she played hell yanking them away. There was something so... primal about the way he moved that her heart almost skipped a beat.
Jerking her gaze away, the petite young woman took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves. Tossing what was left of her whiskey back, she handed her glass off to a waitress and ordered another before peeking back in the direction of the man. His seat was empty and for a moment, she frowned. Where had he gone and why? Trying not to be obvious, she scanned the crowd and then saw the waitress approach with her drink. Taking it, she handed her a five and was about to turn back to the dancefloor when someone slid up next to her and a glance upwards revealed the very man she'd been staring at just a few short minutes ago.
Lips parting on a small gasp, Jace meet his gaze and felt a bit of a blush spread over her face. He'd obviously taken her perusal as an invitation and she suddenly found she didn't mind much at all.
“Hey.” The Loup Garoux said nonchalantly as he let his own eyes wander over the sea of people. “Great place, huh?”
Letting a small grin spread over her face, Jace tilted her head and laughed. It was a twinkling sound that sounded of merriment and mischief.
"I suppose so... It definitely seems to be a hot spot although a bit crowded for my tastes. However, it beats being alone on New Years Eve, I guess." she returned, leaning closer so he could hear her over the thump of the base.
As she did so, she caught a whiff of something disturbingly familiar while being alien at the same time. Her eyes widened a bit as she ran her gaze over his lean features and then grinned thoughtfully. He seemed like a nice enough guy but usually the good looking ones like this fellow had a woman lurking around who'd cause a scene if they thought their territory was being intruded on. To be on the safe side, she took a sip of her Jack and then gave him an arched look.
"Is that why your here? Celebrating the new year? Should I be on the look out for a jealous girlfriend? Cause I have to tell you.. I'm really not up for a big jealous scene if your stepping out."
Winking at him to show she was just teasing, Jace turned her back to the dance floor and leaned on the rail. Her eyes studied him impishly even as she waited for his come back. Another woman slid up to the banister not far away and a blond gentleman stood nearby watching the dancers.
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 7, 2010 18:58:22 GMT -5
There was nothing Lexi loved more than performing on stage and getting lost in the music. Well, almost nothing.... As her eyes drifted to the dark and dangerously attractive man weaving his way through the club, her lips curved into a soft smile. Conferring with Erik a moment, she took a stool from near the keyboard and then watched as the lights dimmed on the dance floor to a softer, more romantic atmosphere. Her gaze caught sight of familiar couple and she gave Curse and Jo a small grin as she lifted the mic. "Ok, ladies and gentleman... We're going to slow it down a bit now to give all you lovers a chance at the floor. I don't know about you all but I'm always good for a ballad so I'm going to take the oppurtunity to sing one of my favorites. I'm sure most of you will recongize this one."As the music started, the beautiful blond slid on to the stool and began to sway with the music. Unerringly, her eyes fell on her husband and as she dived into the first versus, all her feelings for him were there. Watching every motion In my foolish lover's game On this endless ocean Finally lovers know no shame Turning and returning To some secret place inside Watching in slow motion As you turn around and say My love
Take my breath away Take my breath away
Watching I keep waiting Still anticipating love Never hesitating To become the fated ones Turning and returning To some secret place inside Watching in slow motion As you turn around and say My love
Take my breath away Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you In time you slipped away When the mirror crashed I called you And turned to hear you say If only for today I am unafraid
Take my breath away Take my breath away
Watching every motion In this foolish lovers game Haunted by the notion Somewhere there's a love in flames Turning and returning To some secret place inside Watching in slow motion As you turn around and say My love
Take my breath away Take my breath away Through out the song, the club took on a more intimate atmosphere and couples filled the floor. Sitting in the spotlight, Lexi let her voice ring to the rafters and then trail off in a sultry whisper. When the last note filled the air, she smiled and stood up to take a bow. Applause meet her ears and she grinned as she waved to the band. "All right now... The band is going to take a small break and then the Wolf will be back with some of that hard rock music I'm sure all the gentleman are craving!" Winking at the audience, Lexi tossed her microphone to their keyboard player and left the stage. Several people stopped her to congradulate her but her feet never stopped moving until she was standing in front of her sexy husband. "Hey there Handsome.... You here by yourself? Think a girl could buy you a drink?"
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Post by j on Jan 7, 2010 20:47:31 GMT -5
This seemed odd, the relaxing thing, something he hadn’t done in a while and now it was just…odd. Back in Boston he had a solution to it, grab the bottle of Jack and drain it. It helped a lot in the relaxing department, of course the headache the next morning was a killer. So now he stuck to the soda to avoid falling back into the old pattern. It was funny how having his partner die in the hands of some freak with weird black eyes and then having people blaming said guy for it, yeah…it had quite an effect on his life.
His mind registered a comment about Meatloaf, but before anything else, another voice intruded.
“Hey, you’re that Fa…Fall…Fallot…guy…aren’t you?”
The voice was slurred, obviously drunk and Jaden paid it no attention.
“Hey man…I’m talking to you!” the man grabbed his shoulder, trying to catch his attention, but grabbing the man’s wrist and pulling his hand away from him, Fallon still ignored the man.
“Sorry man, I’m not interested.”
“Hey what?...No, you’re that cop guy that arrested my brother.”
Still refusing to give the drunken man any attention, he remained gazing at his half-empty soda glass. “Yeah, I’m sure your brother was innocent and the regular stand up guy.”
“Jerk”
Luckily the alcohol in the man’s blood was making a great job of slowing him down, giving Fallow enough time to dodge the upcoming punch and repay it with a swift thrust of his elbow that left the unconscious drunkard fall to the floor.
Sipping on the soda nonchalantly, Jaden turned the head and raised one eyebrow to her. “What do you have against Meatloaf? I think it’s good music…” he said with a shrug and then turned back to his glass.
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Post by max on Jan 7, 2010 21:42:09 GMT -5
As Max’s eyes returned to the stage, he fell upon the magnificent blue jewels of his wife’s eyes and allowed to lost himself into them for a minute. And to see that smile in her face, knowing he was the reason for that, it was impossible not to grin in return. Right then, he considered that it was her fault alone that he wanted to climb on the stage, take her in his arms and run away with her before anyone could protest.
And what a voice she had, they had been together for a while before he even knew she could sing like that. She was just full of surprises, and even that Max was still an adrenalin junkie, he had a greater addiction…and that addiction was the goddess singing up in the stage.
Watching her intently as the show went on, he couldn’t be surer that asking her to marry him was the best thing he had ever done. He couldn’t imagine his life without her and Sebastian in it, and couldn’t believe how he could have been so stubborn to take so long to take that step.
When the song had ended, he grinned as the blonde approached him and his grin only widened when she spoke. “Hmmm I don’t know,” he said as if thinking about her question, “My wife might not be too happy about that…she is quite jealous, you know…”
Walking up to her, he took her in his embrace and gave her a passionate kiss. “By the way Mrs. Blair, happy anniversary!" he said stepping back and placing the gift in her hand. “This is for putting up with me for a whole year.”
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Azrael
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Fallen Archangel
Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Jan 7, 2010 22:27:46 GMT -5
Just what was he doing here?
Okay, he could use that excuse that he was watching over Lexi, to keep her safe. But as a sole reason, that was a lie. If he wanted t protect her, he should have been getting closer to her, bonding with her. And yet, he had been doing the complete opposite.
Ever since he'd discovered her, and they'd met, he'd actually begun to pull away from her. He couldn't deny that every time he looked at her, every small glimpse of her visage, it all just reminded him of Elizabeth. She had been the love of life, his existence, but all that had been torn away from him, scarring whatever resemblance of soul his grace seemed to be. And Lexi was just like her.
The young blond radiated beauty and goodness; there was also just this determination to her, this absolute certainty of courage, fierceness, and independence. She shone with this white light that lit up the everything around her. And yet, to Azrael, her light was too sharp, too blinding. With every glance at her, it cut into him, leaving another scar. It just...it hurt so much.
But now it was New Year's Eve, and things were going to be different. What was it the humans did on this holiday again? Ah, yes, they made these 'resolutions' on what they were going to do during the next upcoming year, something to better themselves. Some pledged to diet and exercise more, other pledge to be nicer and more forgiving. Personally, Azrael had never made a 'resolution', but seeing as he now had a really strong tie to the human world, he found that one was now necessary.
To connect with Lexi, and get to know her family. That was his resolution. He knew it was necessary, not only for her protection, but to also help him get past the pain that still lingered in his heart. His connection with Elizabeth was still alive after all, and it flowed through Lexi's beating heart.
And so Azrael was here tonight, ready to honor the beginnings of his so-called resolution. He wanted to see Lexi, and most of all, meet her family and friends.
When he spotted her in getting off the stage, and approaching someone he recognized as her husband, he slowly made his way over. He really didn't know how Lexi's husband might take to him, or even if Lexi had told her husband about him. He knew her finding out about her angelic heritage had come as a recent surprise, and she might not have felt inclined to share that secret yet. Oh well, they had to get this meeting over sooner of later.
Grinning meekly, Azrael gave her a small wave as he approached from behind Lexi's husband. "Nice to see you again Lexi," he began as he strode slowly forward. "Sorry it's been awhile." And now...the fun began.
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Post by Natalya Valentine on Jan 8, 2010 0:32:57 GMT -5
NatalyaWhat I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so cold What I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am I never meant to be so cold, never meant to be so..
Cold to youThe song Cold by Crossfade blared in Natalya's ears from her iPod earbuds as she quickly and expertly maneuvered her Harley-Davidson Dyna Glide through the streets of New Orleans, heading to the club called Wicked for their New Year's party. Natalya was dressed in a pair of black low-rise jeans with a white sleeveless tunic-style blouse. The neckline of the blouse dipped low, showing off just enough to be enticing. At the base of the neckline, a silver medallion adorned the blouse, deep blue sapphires sparkling on the medallion. The little golden sword that Mike had given her hung on a black leather cord just below a black lace choker that was adorned with a simple cabachon cut star sapphire. A pair of heeled black leather boots completed the outfit. Her downy soft blonde locks were styled in a partial up-do, half her hair pulled up in a high ponytail while the rest hung to fall about her shoulders and down her back. A braid on each side of her head ran from the hairline at her temples back to the ponytail. You are the antidote that gets me by something strong like a drug that gets me highThe song continued to play as Natalya sped up to make it through a yellow light before it could turn red. Slowing up, Natalya turned into the Wicked parking lot, pulling into a space and turning off her motorcycle, flipping the kickstand down and dismounting. There were lots of vehicles in the parking lot, so the party was obviously underway. Taking off her leather riding jacket, Natalya stuffed into one of the saddlebags on her bike then headed into the club, looking around for anyone she may know as she slipped through the crowd, making her way to the bar. I'll have a Scorpion's Tail, she said, looking around again as she waited for her drink. As she waited, Natalya got the sense of a familiar presence..........Mike. The bartender sliding her drink to her drew her attention back to him, and she slid the money across the bar to him then took her drink. Turning back, she made her way to an empty spot at the rail, her silvery blue eyes scanning over the club. She could feel Mike's presence, and it was strong which mean he was close by. Taking a look down the rail, Natalya thought she caught a glimpse of him, and her eyes stayed in that direction as the slow song began to play - Take My Breath Away by Berlin. Natalya's eyes were then drawn to the couples dancing together, and she watched them as she sipped on her drink, the drink not lasting that long as she'd been sipping a bit quicker than planned. Turning, she set the empty cocktail glass on a nearby table behind her then turned back and let her silvery blue eyes watch the couples as they danced to the song.
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Curse Jordan
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Married Jo Harvelle after a night in Vegas. Who'd a thunk they would end up perfect for each other. Now the father of twins, the ex-Navy Seal badass melts like butter when his wife is around. Ever protective of his family he'll do what's needed to keep them safe.
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Post by Curse Jordan on Jan 8, 2010 11:33:09 GMT -5
Drawing his wife into his arms, Curse was amazed at all the changes the last year had brought. A year ago, there was no way in hell he'd be slow dancing to a ballad that was sentimental as well as sexy as hell. Now though, it felt right as he curled his arm around her waist and brought her tight against his body, staring down into her eyes. He could see the same love that he felt reflected back at him and it was the most amazing gift he could have ever dreamed of. Although he hadn't considered himself a settling man, he was more than happy Jo and the twins had crashed into his life and left him begging for more of her sweet torment.
"Damn, am I good or what?" he drawled into her ear as Lexi's voice rang out into the first verse of TAKE MY BREATH AWAY. "Do I have timing or do I have timing? I'd say this song is the perfect excuse for holding you that I've had since walking through the door. Maybe this night won't be so bad after all."
Grinning wickedly, the hunter glanced towards the stage and gave their friend a salute in acknowledgment before turning back to the lovely blond bombshell he was holding. Laughter glinted in his eyes as he let his hands roam down her back and settle on the curve of her cute rear end.
"So.. tell me something, Darlin... Do you come here often or is this just my lucky night?" he teased as he leaned down to nibble at her lips and pull her closer still. "Don't break my heart by telling me there is some big bad jealous boyfriend hanging around that I'm going to need to take care of. I'd hate to have to kick his ass from here to Alaska."
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Jessie Coulter ♬
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Hunter The YOUNGER Coulter twin who's hell on wheels. She's feisty and she's beautiful, but beware boys: she's got a devilish Winchester hot on her heels, and he's not taking 'no' for an answer!
Shes a rebel, shes a saint. Shes the salt of the earth and she is dangerous!
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Post by Jessie Coulter ♬ on Jan 8, 2010 12:41:59 GMT -5
OK, so it was New Years Eve and she was getting ready to turn a year older. Sometimes a girl just had to cut up a bit and tonights celebration at Wicked was as good a reason as any. Besides which, AJ was in town and since it wasn't often she got to party with an old friend.... Well, it was just safe to say that it was past time to get a little wild, in a normal sort of way.
The last few months had been so crazy that Jessie found the thought of down time intriguing so she'd slipped into a short, sexy red dress, piled her hair on top of her head and pulled on a pair of thigh high black boots. With her mothers diamonds glittering in her ears and a sparkling pendent around her neck, she looked like an ordinary woman out for a bit of fun.
A quick call to Dean's cell phone to tell him where she'd be if he wanted to join her and she was off like a prom dress. The wonderful part about being with her lover was that they both understood they didn't need to live in each others pockets but truly enjoyed the time when they were together. Hopefully, he'd make an appearance tonight but it wasn't absolutely necessary for her to have a good time.
The challenger almost broke speed barriers as she headed for the club and then tossed her keys to one of the valets that waited out front. Since her name was on the VIP list, she was admitted right in and she saw the party was in full swing. Her gaze noted details of importance and then she was moving through the crowd.
Oh heavens if the poor fools in the bar knew just what kind of trouble had just strolled through the front doors, they'd have been beating a path out the back so fast it would have made the bouncers heads whirl. Well, most of them anyways.
Spying a familiar face that was currently ejecting a fool out on to his nose, Jess grinned impishly and sashayed towards him. Her blue grey eyes danced with mischief as she waited for him to quit glaring the man to death and then she crossed her arms over her chest and grinned as he turned and ran smack into her.
"Well well well... What do we have here? Is it TRULY Mr. Bad Ass himself? What sorry SOB hauled your ass into town?" she teased impishly up at the muscle bound bouncer. "Last time I saw you, you were terrorizing the good citizens of Oklahoma City! Don't tell me Lexi and the Wolf called in another favor.... Oh wait.. never mind... New Orleans probably fits your personality to a tee. All Doom, Gloom and "Lets beat some heads together for fun" kind of thing."
Then, launching herself at him, she gave him a hug before slugging him on the shoulder.
"Its good to see you still alive and breathing fire, Ty. With the crap going down around here.... Its nice to know some things never change."
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 8, 2010 13:38:58 GMT -5
Laughing at Max's words, Lexi allowed him to draw her close and then wrapped her arms around his neck. His kiss still have the power to leave her breathless and her eyes glittered like blue diamonds when he pulled back.
“By the way Mrs. Blair, happy anniversary!" he said stepping back and placing the gift in her hand. “This is for putting up with me for a whole year.”
Glancing down at the jewelry box, the blond squealed in delight as she took it and flipped it open. Inside was a beautiful bracelet crafted in true Celtic design with amethyst jewels encased between an ancient inscription.
"Oh Max... its beautiful!" she exclaimed before plucking it out of its velvet bed and slipping it gracefully on to her wrist. "I Adore it!"
Taking a moment to read the words, the young woman frowned as she realized that it was a ward against evil. How very clever of her handsome husband to give her a gift that was not only gorgeous but protective too. Turning her keen blue eyes up to his, she stood and gave him a long kiss before whispering.
"You really are inventive, aren't you? I truly do love it though. I'll show you how much later when we're home."
Just then, the presence of another caused her to turn and she was greeted by the sight of her how ever many times removed grandfather. Blinking a bit since she hadn't seen him in weeks, she eyed him ruefully as he spoke.
"Nice to see you again Lexi," he began as he strode slowly forward. "Sorry it's been awhile."
Arching a brow at that understatement of the year, Lexi stepped away from Max and gave Azrael a nod.
"Hello, Azrael. I must admit... It IS a bit of a suprise to see you here." she returned calmly before turning to Max. "Max, this is my... relative that I mentioned awhile back."
Hoping that her husband didn't lose his cool, the blond looked back and forth between them a bit anxiously. Max had no love of angels any more than most of the hunters did who knew of their existance. There were very few of them who were "decent" by their books. Lexi could only hope that Azrael was honest in his own intentions.
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Post by max on Jan 9, 2010 0:58:31 GMT -5
That look in her eyes right there, it was what made the task of getting her this custom piece of jewelry worth it. With a huge grin of delight spreading over his lips, Max stared at his wife as she inspected her gift.
There had been troubled times, and far too many of them, and that was way that moment was so special to him, to see her happy and smiling, to see that on her beautiful eyes…it somehow made her look even more beautiful. When it had been that the incorrigible playboy turned into such a hopeless romantic, he was starting to wonder.
Giving a chuckle at her words, he bowed his head playfully. “A man must be inventive if he wishes to keep his gorgeous wife guessing what he will do next, won’t he?”
Still her promise caused an effect on the flames that lurked bellow his cool demeanor, if he didn’t stop thinking of her wearing nothing but the satin sheets of her bed anytime soon, he would need more than a cold shower would help.
But an intruding voice took him away from such thoughts. Turning around as Lexi stepped away from him, Max was greeted by an unfamiliar face. The man obviously knew his wife, but was unknown to the hunter…until Lexi spoke.
Scratching his head and frowning, the dark haired hunter didn’t make the connection at first, how could he? Truth be told Max was expecting some old guy. Was this man before him some distant cousin he had mentioned sometime? But then realization sank in and a deep sensation of anger settled on his heart as he darted for the man and grabbed him by his collar.
“YOU! You’re the angel! Get away from us, we don’t want your interference! Get your feathery butt back upstairs and bury your head in some cloud, that’s all you and your kind has even been good for!”
Max’s anger was taking the best of him, but it was impossible for him to accept such creatures as angels existed and allowed demons to run loose, destroying lives like his own had been.
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Post by tyrese on Jan 9, 2010 23:49:15 GMT -5
Gods, the world was just full of stupid people, wasn’t it? Not to mention that Wicked was quite the environment to breed them, with all that liquor, loud music and pretty women running around, half boozed up themselves. But that was why he was there:
Idiot Extermination Inc. Hell, but he really did miss the days when ‘eject’ meant ‘kick ‘em to the curb so hard, their mama was rolling around in pain somewhere off in the distance.’ Damn new laws and their assault charges…
As the drunken man did a few somersaults on the pavement and came up cursing, the bouncer wiped off some invisible dust from his jacket and moved back into the club. Damn, were those wrinkles on his sleeves? Great, now his eyelid was going to twitch for the rest of the damn…
A familiar voice cut through his thoughts and Ty looked up with a mixture of surprise and anxiety. Crossing his arms over his chest, the big man let his eyes wander over her, and a small grin flitted onto his lips as he fought to hear her voice over the noise around them. Ah, it was nice to know that some things never changed.
With a laugh that was lost in the crowd- and really reserved only for her, Erik and a few choice people- he caught her as she flew into him, catching his arm around her shoulders. Damn, forget knowing that some things never changed; it was frikken nice to find someone who knew him and didn’t give a crap about his surely demeanor. Hell, and have the balls to shoot it right back at him.
“And if it isn’t Jessie Coulter, Miss Bad Ass Huntress, herself? Hey, you know me; got the lifespan of a demented cockroach. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
With a friendly squeeze, he let her go, glancing around for another familiar face that was normally hovering around her. “What, no boy toy tonight? How’d you manage to get the Ladies-Man-Wanna-Be to leave you alone? Used that can of ‘Down Boy’ spray from the TV, huh…”
Man, did it feel good to put in some good natured ribbing. Shifting a bit as a dancer knocked into his back- and immediately ran away at the scowl that was thrown his way- Ty just smiled and shook his head. “But yeah, I’m gonna be around for a while. Can’t leave the boss on his own for too long, y’know. But what about you? ‘The hell you doin’ takin’ up space in my Doom and Gloom, woman?”
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