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Post by Eliot Spencer on Jan 10, 2010 0:25:43 GMT -5
Eliot was in a hurry as he pushed the gas pedal of the truck closer to the floor. He had to get to the party at Wicked like quick, fast, and in a hurry. He was afraid that he'd already be too late simply because he had stopped long enough to change clothes and clean himself up. Yeah, this was an emergency, but he wasn't going into a club during one of the biggest party holidays of the year.
Right now - with the speed he was going - Eliot was so glad that he'd bought Natalya's truck off her when she got her motorcycle, because his old truck wouldn've never been able to withdstand this kind of abuse. He was running ever bit of 75, and his eyes kept darting around for cops to notice, but thank God they seemed to be elsewhere busy with other things. Making a quick turn, Eliot sped into the parking lot of Wicked, his tires screeching sharply as he whipped into a parking spot and threw it up into park.
Throwing the door open, Eliot jumped out then slammed it shut as he threw the keys into the pocket of his jeans and ran inside, pushing quickly past the few people standing at the door. Stopping just inside the club, Eliot looked around, his eyes searching each face. He then looked up at the rail, and that's when he saw her face as she watched the couples on the dance floor as they danced to a slow song. Then, he looked a few people down from her and saw another familiar face - Mike. It was the angel that had saved Natalya at the graveyard that night.
Pushing gently through the crowd, Eliot made his way to one side of the room, leaning against the wall. He would have had a drink, but that would have fuzzed his thinking, and he needed to be thinking clearly right now, because there was only one thing running through his mind - the last words he'd heard from the demon before he'd blown his brains out: He knows about your girl - the one with the little golden sword that she got from the holy one Michael. If he gets her, he'll use her - use her for pure destruction. Eliot had to watch out for Natalya; he figured Mike could take care of himself, but the most important thing to Eliot was finding out who the he is that the demon was talking about.
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Post by kayla on Jan 10, 2010 23:38:20 GMT -5
Kayla smiled a genuine, bright, wide smile to Max and nodded before she slipped off quickly, looking for Ty and coming up short. Literally, her head below most of the others and even with the high heels on she wasn't able to see much. It wasn't till she neared the doors that she saw him coming back in and paused, drawing up short about ten feet from where the scowling bouncer dusted his jacket off.
She tensed as she saw him bump into the blonde woman, hoping it didn't earn her any of his scorn. He was certainly a growly thing even on the best of occasions. But that fear turned into something else as she saw the woman throw herself literally onto him and hug him before punching him in the arm.
Her face dropped a little as she looked over the woman then at herself. She certainly wore her red dress way better than Kayla wore her own, filled it out better. And those boots! No way could she ever pull off those boots. That woman was a walking, breathing Barbie, all glittery and glamorous. And...
And then he was looking at her and grinning, laughing. It was all she needed to see, ducking her head and turning quickly as she moved back into the crowd, slipping between people to disappear, the mouse scurrying away.
Not paying attention to where she was going she nearly ran into the man that looked stressed to the 'nth degree as he pushed his way through the crowd. Looking over at Elliot she followed his gaze up to the railing and the people he was looking at, or rather...the person.
Taking it a totally different way she felt a bit sorry for him, thinking maybe his girl was with someone else. With a sigh she moved over to him, grabbing a tray on her way past the bar and stopping before him. "Hello sir....anything I can get you?" she asked.
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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 12, 2010 9:57:48 GMT -5
Laughing delightedly at Ty's words, Jessie shook her wild mane of hair and gave him an impish grin. Her eyes fairly danced with mischief as she twirled to give him the full effect of her outfit and then struck a sexy little pose. "Nah... my boy toy isn't here at the moment. Wanna run off and have a wild love affair before he shows up? I'd hate for all this effort to go to waste."
Then, ruining it all by bursting into laughter, she bounced like a squirrel on crack.
"No.. really... I'm just out to enjoy the evening..." Motioning to her skimpy little red dress and her boots, she shrugged. "You know me... I don't get dressed up often but I felt like I needed to just be a woman for once. Even us tomboy's get a wild hair now and again. Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm feeling the need to get a little wild so it felt like a good excuse. I just wanna relax and have a bit of fun. Dean knows where I'm at but we don't live in each others pockets. He trusts me and I trust him so.... "
Tilting her head a bit, she ran an appreciative gaze over the huge man and whistled.
"How about you? You taken care of yourself? I hear you've taken a room mate. Lexi has been a font of interesting information. All fun and games aside, its really nice to see you again. Kincaid has been like a biting sow these days and you seem to be the only one who isn't afraid to beat him down a bit for being his arrogant self. I swear... the few times I've been in here, I thought he was just egging for some idiot to challenge him so he could rip them apart. Not good for keeping ones head down and out of trouble."
Turning her gaze out over the crowd, she spied a guy on the second level being harassed and frowned. The moment he pulled his arm back to deck the dude, Jessie swirled around so that Ty didn't see it and poked him in the chest. Some people just had it coming and it looked to be over with as the gentleman started talking to a lady.
"Lexi called me earlier in the week... Asked if I'd come in and haunt the place tonight in case of trouble. Hope that's all right with you. I'll be on my best behavior but let you know if I see anything out of line. I know how you relish a good ass kicking."
Just as she finished chattering like a magpie, a man rushed into the club and bumped her a bit as he headed towards the bar. Frowning, she watched him for a moment and then shrugged. He obviously had something on his mind so she let it go and turned back to the bouncer.
"By the way... You haven't seen a little 5 foot four inch hellcat with black hair and a snarky attitude come in have you? I was suppose to meet a friend here tonight... Its been awhile since we've gotten together and AJ and I were planning on raising the roof a bit."
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Post by Gideon Montgomery on Jan 12, 2010 11:47:50 GMT -5
The female’s glittering laughter was like a fairy song. Infectious, Gideon couldn’t help but let her delight affect him, and a wide grin broke over his face as well. Contentment was fairly flowing out of her; radiating from her creamy skin; flowing out through the tips of her silky golden hair; dancing in those intense amber eyes that had so captivated him before. As she leaned in towards him and he got a whiff of the spicy, yet sweet scent of vanilla and flowers, Gideon inhaled deeply and snaked his tongue across his bottom lip. If she tasted as good as she smelled, God help him. Being alone on News Years Eve was a crime, but damn if they didn’t need to lock his ass up; it had been so long for him merely smelling the pretty woman was enough to drive him crazy.
Too intent on checking out her curvy figure, Gideon failed to notice the widening of her eyes and then the thoughtful grin that spread across her features. At the sound of her voice the werewolf lifted his gaze from her hips to her face, chuckling and shaking his head at her question. He waved to a waitress making her way around and held up the nearly empty beer bottle, and then leaned casually against the rail so that his shoulder just barely brushed the woman’s upper arm. “I wish....” Gideon responded with a sheepish smile and rubbed absently at the back of his neck. “Actually, I don’t have a woman...” He arched an eyebrow over amused eyes and pretended to scan the crowd for a would-be scene-maker. “But if you find one you think would show that much passion over me, please...point her out.”
He grinned impishly and took a sip of his beer, watching her over the neck. Though petite, she exuded the kind of confidence that only a few woman could pull off, and a body that would definitely haunt his dreams. Swallowing thickly he let out a little sigh of satisfaction and tipped the bottle towards. “What about you? You here alone or...waiting for someone?” His voice trailed off at the end and Gideon couldn’t help but wince at how desperate it sounded. What the hell did it matter anyway? She’d probably want to dance and as soon as she saw his funky moves on the dance floor she’d be hightailing it out the door.
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Azrael
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Death is the LAST person you want to mess with. Period.
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Post by Azrael on Jan 12, 2010 13:58:58 GMT -5
Oh just his luck.
So it seemed that Max definitely wasn't going to be a fan of his anytime soon. Azrael had expected as much, well maybe not this much, but basically the same general reaction. If Lexi had told her husband about Azrael and what he was, he was probably going to approach the situation with repugnance and refusal. After all, Max was only human, which meant like all humans, he probably rejected what he didn't know or understand.
And of course, Jasper had to toss his snide remarks into the mix. "I told you the in-laws weren't going to take to you kindly," the soldier's voice teased in the back of Azrael's mind. "After all, you don't exactly have a good reputation on both accounts. Not only are most angels apparently considered assholes, but I doubt he has a good view of you being the 'Angel of Death', if he even knows that much." Trust Jasper to state the obvious.
"Just shut it," Azrael snapped back mentally. "I have enough inexperience with these kind of things, so unless you have any advice, keep that mouth of yours closed." He heard Jasper grumble angrily, but he kept his silence, much to Azrael's relief. At least he wouldn't have to do deal with him now.
That just left the husband, who currently had Azrael pinned by the collar. "First of all," he started, taking the calm approach. "I'd let me go. Now." Without even flinching, he sent a light shock through his body, which was potent enough to cause to the hunter to drop him immediately. "Second, I know you might not like me, but I'm going to have to insist you show me some respect. Not because I'm an angel, but mainly because of you grab me like that, I'm going to have to do something that Lexi probably won't like very much. Got it?"
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Syria DeDarko
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Jan 13, 2010 14:27:53 GMT -5
With a sheepish smile, Syria strode into the club, wringing her fingers together nervously. It had been a while since she'd seen Lexi, Max, and all the other hunters, and frankly, she was ashamed of that fact. After that night with that guy she'd saved less than a week ago, her thirst for human interaction seemed to have exploded, leaving her craving friendship. That night had also left her craving other things, but as far as she was concerned, unless some kind of sign flew out and smacked her in the face, those other things wouldn't not become reality like that had.
So, quite simply, that was her New Year's resolution. She wanted to renew her friendship with all her past acquaintances, and keep it up. For some reason, she didn't want to be alone anymore. That lone wolf lifestyle she'd kept herself immersed in was dead; now she wanted to be...more human.
Fidgeting around in her steep heels, Syria took a deep breath, and exhaled. "I need a drink..." she mumbled to herself almost incoherently. "A big drink." Hell, right now, she'd probably take a whole bottle of whiskey if she could!
Storming up to the bar absentmindedly, Syria ordered a triple of whiskey for herself, and leaned her elbows of the bar, burying her face in her hands. Why was she acting so unsure of herself? It was like all her confidence was gone or something.
Truth be told, it was probably because she hadn't done this in a while. Consorting with friends, reforging old ties...it was all just so human. And being human was just something Syria had forgotten how to do, which was of course, great.
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Post by jace on Jan 14, 2010 9:39:11 GMT -5
Jace would have had to be blind not to see the interest in the man's eyes as they roved over her frame but for some reason... It didn't feel threatening so much as thrilling. Her own pulse kicked up its pace a bit and she felt herself giving him a quirky grin over the rim of her own drink. Turning away slightly, she pretended to observe the crowd and saw several women casting glances at her new companion and smirked.
"Hmmmmmmm Let me see.... There is that blond in the corner... She seems to be eating you up with her eyes... Although... She kind of looks like the clingy, possessive type... Then there is the redhead currently eying you over her boyfriends shoulder... More trouble than its worth though.. Those wandering types are never a good thing.. Oh look... there is a cute little brunette.... to bad she looks like the type that would probably dive into the nearest hole if you so much as actually made a move on her. Cute but definitely a mouse."
Raising her glass to her lips, she took a drink and glanced at the man leaning at her side. His question about her being alone made her laugh and arch a brow. Her initial unease about him had faded somewhat as it became apparent that whatever he was... He wasn't about to sprout fangs and try killing her in the middle of the club.
While she sensed a viciousness deep underneath his skin, it wasn't the sort that was malicious. It was more the sort that settled dark and deep and only came out when threatened or in protective mode. Over the past year, she had learned that not all beasts were "monsters" but there were tangible differences if one truly looked. Of course, there was always the possiblity she was wrong but she just didn't get that feel from this good looking hunk of maleness.
"Well, let me think a moment.... I guess that would all depend.... I came alone...... but I'm not alone now.... I was waiting for someone but... no one in particular....If your asking if you can keep me company.... I think I'd like that." she drawled softly, catching his gaze with a mischievous glint to her eye. "My name is Jace Campbell... I just moved to New Orleans so I really don't know many people. This is my first night out on the town you could say. The hotel clerk told me about this club and suggested I check it out so... Here I am."
Turning so that her back was to the bannister, she eyed him up and down.
"How about you? You don't exactly look like the sort that is alone most of the time. You kind of remind me of one of those pack animals... The type that prefers being with friends and family instead of alone in a crowd."
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Post by micheal on Jan 14, 2010 10:07:10 GMT -5
Relaxed against the railing, Micheal knew the moment Natalya entered the club. His senses were always attuned to the woman but lately he'd taken to avoiding her unless absolutely necessary. His feelings for her twisted in his gut and made a mockery of his self control. Logic and duty dictated he leave her alone but these new things that boiled inside him made it hard. The lines that had once been so clearly drawn where blurred and almost unrecognizable.
Making no move to navigate through the crowd, the tall, handsome angel gazed in the direction he sensed the woman was. His drink rattled in his hand as he finished his third whiskey and felt the pleasureable burn. Half of him wanted to part the humans like Moses and the Red Sea so that he could see his woman but the other half drew back. There was to much danger and to much evil hanging over his head at the moment and by spending even a moment by her side, he was endangering her. Both Zachariah and Lucifer hunted for him and she was a weakness he could not afford.
Sighing, Micheal was just trying to figure out what to do when he sinced yet another presence in the bar. Immediately, his defenses snapped to the front and a cold, emotionless expression dropped over his chiseled features. With ice blue eyes, he scanned the crowd until they fell upon Lexi and her husband with the archangel of death at their side. Just as he spotted them, Max lunged for Az and Micheal flashed himself to their side. All in all, the angel was suprised by Azrael's restraint.
"Now now children. Play nice why don't we." he drawled out while waving a hand at the nearby crowd so they would forget seeing him appear out of nowhere. "We have an audience and unless you want a riot...."
From the corner of his eye, Mike spied Natalya gazing down over the dance floor and knew it would be a matter of moments before she spied him. It seemed like tonight was fated. Even as he thought that, he realized that the man who'd been in the graveyard the night she'd almost been killed was also inside the club. That made him lock his jaw and a tick appeared in the nerve running along side. He really didn't like that man.
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Post by Lexi Blair on Jan 14, 2010 10:37:30 GMT -5
Ok, well didn't this just take the cake. Here she was having a romantic moment with her husband and her great great however many times removed grandfather shows up. Not that she wasn't actually a bit happy to see him but damn.... This was shaping up to be a real nasty confrontation.
Max hadn't taken it any to well when she'd broke the news to him about being part angel and it looked as if it hadn't gotten any easier for him to swallow. Part of her still had the niggling wonder if he felt any of the distaste he showed for her grandfather for her. After all, she WAS a product of this formidable angel as much as she was her other lineage.
Opening her mouth, the young woman was about to speak when yet another person appeared to their "happy" little group. Blinking rapidly, she eyed him and sigh. Just great... Now she had Micheal to deal with to. Then, arching a brow, she looked at the blond.
"Hey Mike... We were just about to excuse ourselves to somewhere a bit more private for this discussion. Do you think you can cover us a bit?"
Reaching out, she carefully disengaged her husband from the dark haired man and then gave them both a fierce glare. Her eyes fairly sparked with anger as she gazed at them both.
"To my office... NOW!" she hissed before pasting on a smile and heading for the back stairs that lead up to her private suite of rooms she used for business and meetings. Her back was ram rod stiff for all the grace she moved with.
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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 14, 2010 16:00:54 GMT -5
JoIt was nice to be held in her husbands arms. And perfect timing with an appropriately romantic song playing just as they got settled on the dance floor. God!, she had never known that she could feel so strongly about a person.
His arms were strong and she always felt comforted and safe whenever they encircled her. She smiled up at him and as seriously corny as it might seem, she could see no one but him. Jo grinned as she felt his hands slide over her body. A hand coming to rest on the curve of her ass. That was the nice thing about dancing like this, it was perfectly acceptable way to make public displays of affection. Not that any other time would have stopped her husband from kissing her or scooping her up in his arms in public.
Shaking her head and chuckling a little bit as she heard him talk. Teasing her. She gave him a wink then raised and eyebrow before she responded. "Hmmm... well... I think this is your lucky night." She sighed as he softly kissed her lips. His arms snugging her body closer to him, if that was even possible to press her body harder into his. "And no, no boyfriend. But, I do have a husband and he'd kind of the jealous type you know. Lucky for you though, I think he'd like you. I know I certainly like you. A LOT." Jo smirked at him wickedly, letting her arms slid up his back, then sliding around to the front she let them glide up his chest until her arms were finally resting on his broad, muscular shoulders.
Still gazing up at him she smiled. She ran a hand through his hair, then touched his cheek softly before letting her arm rest back down on his shoulder as they danced together. "So... Our Anniversary is almost here. What do you have in mind as far as celebrating? I can think of a couple things, but I think they'll have to wait for later when we get home." Jo grinned at him again. Giving him a bit of a seductive look. Making sure there was no doubt what was on her mind. Not that it most likely was the same thing that was on his mind. It never hurt to make sure your man knew that you were looking forward to some private time. Jo sighed, really things just couldn't get any better than this right now.
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Post by Natalya Valentine on Jan 14, 2010 20:46:10 GMT -5
Natalya looked down the line, smiling a bit a Mike when he looked back at her; however, it puzzled her a bit when he didn't come to at least speak to her. Then, her eyes were drawn back to the dancefloor, seeing a bit of a ruckus starting, but when she looked back up, Mike wasn't where he'd been only a moment ago. She had to remind herself that she was dealing with an angel here, and they seemed to come and go like the wind, and she took her gaze back to the dancefloor, her silvery blue eyes scanning the faces below until they fell on Mike amidst the crowd where the skirmish had almost broken out. Sighing, Natalya browsed over the rest of the faces - some a bit familiar and others complete and total strangers. However, her eyes suddenly fell on a very familiar face - one that seemed to be watching her as well; it was Eliot. He looked a bit worried, so she thought she'd help soothe a friend's nerves. Walking back over to the bar, Natalya ordered an Angel's Kiss for herself and a whiskey on the rocks for Eliot, paying the bartender then carefully making her way across the room, stopping and holding out the drink to him when she reached him. Here, you look like you could use this, she said, the look in her eyes telling him that she wouldn't take no for an answer. Taking a drink of her own cocktail, Natalya watched Eliot, knowing that something was wrong - something was on his mind. She'd always had a knack for picking up on things like that, and now was no different. So, you look like your mind is a million miles away from the fun here tonight, she commented.
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Post by max on Jan 14, 2010 20:49:54 GMT -5
Respect.
Right, Max was about to show how much respect he had for the angel as he curled his fist into a ball and stepped towards him. He didn’t quite care that the guy could probably go through with his threat. He had faced several kinds of powerful creatures and he wasn’t going to back down now, he was too stubborn to do so and the anger was taking the best of him.
Preparing to take a swing, he heard the other voice and blinked just as he saw a man when a second before there was none. “Another freaking angel? Isn’t that just great?” he asked, his voice filled with sarcasm. “Did you bastards start pouring from the skies when I wasn’t looking?”
Poking a finger in Azrael’s chest, he glared at the pair. “You two stay away from my wife and kids,” he meant Bastian and Ben, “or I promise I’m going to find a way to kick your almighty butts into the next cloud out of here, that is a promise!”
No, the anger he felt for knowing there were angels hadn’t subdued at all. He had been used as a meat puppet by a demon to commit acts that gave him nightmares still to this day. Saw a lot of good people day and blamed himself for not saving them. Had struggled along his wife as demons and other nasty creatures tried to destroy them. Yet he had faith, even if he believed the figure of ‘angels’ would mean the good that existed on all humanity. Finding out that they were powerful ass kicking beings that could have prevented all this from happening but instead decided to step aside and allow all this to happen had crushed whatever faith he had and filled him with anger.
Enough anger to make his fist curl into a ball again and have him itching to throw a punch at their feathery butts. But wow, Lexi’s glare worked wonders on making him back down if only momentarily. There was fire in the depths of her eyes and it was only the love and respect that he had for her that held him down from striking.
Following his wife, he made no effort to keep the burning anger inside him a secret. He wouldn’t accept those almighty jerks in his life or to bring any danger to his family.
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Post by Eliot Spencer on Jan 14, 2010 20:59:59 GMT -5
Eliot still felt his pulse pounding in his head, the noise a high roar in his ears. Something about that demon's words had scared him, and Eliot Spencer had never been one to scare easily....no matter what, but this had truly flipped some sort of fear switch in him. Maybe it was the fact that it involved someone that still meant something to him.
Eliot was still trying to calm his nerves when a woman asked him if she could get him anything. He attempted a smile at her and was actually about to order something when another voice grabbed his attention. He turned his head to see Natalya holding a whiskey on the rocks out to him as she sipped on her own drink. He looked back over at the other woman. Maybe later, darlin', he replied to her with a smile then looked back at Natalya, taking the drink from her and taking a drink of it. God, that whiskey felt good going down.
Eliot closed his eyes for a moment, letting the alcohol slowly soothe his nerves, and when he opened them to once again look at Natalya, he could see in her eyes that she could tell something was wrong, but he couldn't tell her what that something was......not right now leastways. Well, I wouldn't say a million miles away, but it feels like it's being pulled in about a million different directions right now, but you know how that is.....the life of a hunter and all, he replied, continuing to sip at his whiskey. He then looked around for a moment before looking back at Natalya. So, where's you're angelic guardian at? Giving you the cold shoulder? he asked, knowing that he probably shouldn't have asked the last part of that question, but he did it anyway. Eliot had never been one to hold back on anything, including telling people exactly what he thought.
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Post by kayla on Jan 15, 2010 1:21:51 GMT -5
Kayla looked expectantly at the man, waiting for the order, knowing one was coming the way his expression changed and his lips began to part but before the words could leave his lips there was a blonde girl there. The same blonde that he had been eying across the room.
Giving Elliot a small, sympathetic smile she nodded and started to head away, narrowing her gaze a little at the blonde woman. She never liked those drop dead gorgeous types that toyed with fellas. It was just cruel. Oh yes, the little Mouse most certainly didn't understand the situation at all!
If only everything was as simple as the usual boy/girl problems in the world.
She wove her way through the crowd, working her way up to the railing, looking for those that might need liquid refreshment or courage. She noted the blonde man talking to the stunner by the rail about animals or something and didn't interrupt but made sure she made herself visible in case they might need assistance.
A glance was given over the rail and her eyes strayed over the crowd, drawn back, as always to the big bald head of the Head Bouncer and forcing herself to look away. That's when she spied Miss Lexi and the man int he white suit she'd nearly ran over earlier. Wait...he'd said he knew the owners and..and...was waiting for his wife. Oh crap.
Wincing and hitting her forehead with the heel of her hand she sighed deeply. It just wasn't her night. She almost was tempted to ask if she could make any bigger of a fool of herself tonight but was afraid she'd jinx herself if she did.
It was tempting to just slink off to a dark corner and hide. Or cry. Or something but she knew she couldn't. Instead she turned, still holding her serving tray and looked over the crowd up here. Her eyes widened as she saw the little hellcat that Ty had thrown out the day she had her interview.
Moving over to AJ she stopped there in front of her and cleared her throat a little to get her attention, waiting till the woman turned. "I'm sorry...." she started out with that country accent of hers and shifted her weight nervously from shoe to high heeled shoe. "I don't mean to intrude or nothin but..." She winced a little and looked around "Do ya really think it's a good idea to be seen in here? I mean after last time and all."
She glanced around, as if expecting Ty to show up out of thin air and fidgeted a bit.
Holding up a hand in front of her and gesturing to show truce as she continued. "Now I don't mean to be rude or to tell ya to leave cause I'd never do that but I just don't wanna see ya get in trouble or nothin'. I won't tell nobody I saw ya but please, as a personal favor..not that you really owe me anythin but...try to keep a low profile tonight? I just.. I really don't wanna see ya thrown out tonight. Everybody should be able to have a good time on New Years. If anybody bothers ya just let me know. I'll tell Ben..." she gestured to the bartender "..and he'll get it taken care of for ya in no time flat." she tried to reassure.
Boy she really didn't know who she was talking to! But in her own way, she admired the woman. After all she was a little bitty thing like herself but man she was tough. Kayla couldn't begin to imagine being able to pull off the kind of punch AJ had thrown that day without breaking every bone in her hand.
She smiled to the woman and bit her bottom lip once before offering. "Can I get ya somethin to drink hon?"
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Post by Luka Neverov on Jan 15, 2010 7:57:04 GMT -5
Luka stood across from the lively club, a cool smile etched across his alabaster face as he watched the people mill into the place like cattle to the feed bag. The excitement and joy on their faces was pathetic. They celebrated the coming New Year as if it would automatically absolve all of their sins and their woes; a human custom that the Russian had never understood.
What was it but just another date on the calendar? The junky would still wake up with the need to shoot up; the panhandler on the corner wouldn’t wake to find money in his tattered pockets; the woman on her deathbed would not get a call from the doctor with news of some miraculous recovery. The vampire knew there was but one way to forgive all sins and that was sweet death. He was very much going to enjoy playing the reaper and the savior this evening; a dark angel come to take away all mortal strife. Death to most, and for those lucky few Luka deemed worthy, a chance at immortality.
What made this night all the more exciting for the Russian was not the fact that his belly would soon be over flowing with the warm blood of those cattle, but the bitter-sweet reunion he was anticipating once inside.
He’d heard rumors that this particular club was the reinvention of a certain place once located in Oklahoma. His interest peaked, Luka had done some research and was delighted to find it belonged to the very witch that had left a hole in his withered heart. She was the one that got away. The game with Lexi and the hunters had been one of his favorites. If not for the number of supernaturals that had banned together to protect her, he would have won the game.
A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of a rematch. Oh how this New Years Eve was truly going to be one hell of a celebration.
The vampire straightened as a group of pale faced men and women dressed all in black approached him. All had ravenous looks in their eyes and they literally buzzed with expectation. The neophytes were starving; ordered to fast until -this- night by their sire; Luka. He wanted the party to be a blood bath. He wanted crimson splattered on the floor and dripping from the walls. It was going to be beautiful...
“Slaughter as many as you can but leave none of your victims breathing. I am your god, and so shall be theirs. Your brothers and sisters will be borne of my blood, just as you were. Any that refuse to comply vill suffer the hunger pain you feel for an eternity.”
The group nodded quietly in understanding, but did not move. Such obedient minions were they. “And leave the blonde vitch for me.” Luka added coolly, taking a moment to look each one in the eye. “Now go!”
The group moved like a venue of hungry vultures; loud and sloppy, one of the men did not even make it through the door before he took a young woman who was waiting in line outside. The vampires entered the club like a spreading plague, grabbing bodies left and right as Luka followed closely behind. He was the epitome of calm as he climbed onto the place on stage that the band had just departed, grabbing the microphone and with a chilling smile uttering only five words.
“Now the party can begin...”
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