Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 10, 2009 23:20:58 GMT -5
The music blared from the speakers to either side of the stage. The normal late afternoon crowd was starting to form; groups milling about the doors and the bar as the night slowly came.
Ah, the smell of beer, bodies and cigarette smoke. It was a perfume unlike any other.
Standing on the balcony overlooking the bar, Ilani couldn’t help but grin. Her apartment spanned the two floors above the club, with a small cove that allowed her a bit of a peepshow when she chanced to take a night off. Jerry, her head bouncer, was standing military straight at the door, Barb was on ‘tending duty with the ever handsome Nick going point. The security cameras were up and running, the band getting ready to replace Theory of a Deadman and a few of her regulars were setting up yet another round of ‘Who Throws Up First.’
All in all, things looked like they would be alright without her, if only for the night.
…And damn if that didn’t make her start imagining sandy beaches and lots of flavored massage oil…
With a laugh, she turned on her heel and strolled back into her apartment, shutting the balcony door with a solid snap. Last month, some kind of crazy monkey-man had actually succeeded in climbing up the damn wall and waltzed right through, like he owned her place. Then, as if that wasn’t worse, the moron had actually stripped to his birthday suit and passed out on her bed. Talk about walking into a living nightmare. She’d really liked that bed.
Now, her balcony door had its own personal alarm system and a bunch of brand new locks and her bedroom sported a brand new canopied bed. It worked out well in the end, she supposed. Especially now that Mr. Naked had moved out of the country on threat of dismemberment.
The heels of her shoes clacked softly on the wooden floors as she made her way toward the kitchen. Guessing that a suave looking guy like Derek- c’mon; slacks, suit jacket and a high end club? The guy probably wasn’t the dollar burger type- planned on making the evening interesting, she’d managed to tone down her usual style.
Well, if ‘toned down’ included neon pink streaks in her hair, coffin hairpieces to keep her bangs out of her eyes and the new little emerald eyes on her cheek’s dragon tattoo. Her only saving grace was in the form of a simple red dress and kitten heel sandals, after Harriette, an ex-fashion designer who’d bought a one way ticket to Ghostville, had lectured her on how a corset dress and biker boots were a no-no on a dinner date.
Hell, like she knew any better. The last guy she’d considered getting serious with had thought ‘intimate’ meant a road trip on his Harley with the rest of the pack.
Marching into the small kitchen, she couldn’t help but grin at the sight that greeted her. Spread out in a half circle around the table supporting her laptop, five men dressed in tattered Confederate uniforms stood staring at the images on the screensaver. Muttering to themselves and twitching, the men were so enraptured with what they saw that it took a few throat clearings and a rap of her knuckles against the wall for them to notice her. Ah, the spell of nudy pictures for a bunch of horny ghosts.
“So, boys,” She drawled as the dead soldiers faced her, sheepish smiles on their faces. “We understand the terms of the deal, right?”
Joshua, the younger of the group, nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Miss Moonblood. We make sure that Mr. Cash and any other ghost who’s looking for you, doesn’t bother you tonight, while keeping ourselves out of sight as well. And in return…”
Ilani nodded. “I’ll update those pictures every three days and leave the computer on at night.”
A part of her practically screamed at the thought of why they would want the pictures, but she refused to think too hard. The five soldiers would keep the ghostly community off her back, and as such, they would get what they want.
…Oh, sheeze, talk about the Ick Factor she didn’t want to consider.
As the soldiers fanned out with happy looks on their faces, she turned away with a laugh. It was ten to eight and hell if her tummy didn’t start doing all kinds of strange flip flops. Which was strange, given that she’d already skipped the whole ‘hmm, wonder what he’s like in bed’ thing and headed straight for her 20 bucks. Rolling her eyes at herself, she plopped down at the table and clicked the computer back on.
No, she was not nervous. She was excited, antsy and wondering if Mr. Sin was a boxer’s or briefs kind of guy outside of a working day. Nope, definitely not nervous.
A snap sounded from the mousepad beneath her finger, and she sighed at the small crack her jabbing finger had made. Yeah. Definitely not nervous.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 13, 2009 9:38:08 GMT -5
It was five till eight when Derek pulled his red Ashton Martin up into a space outside the back door of "THE PIT". Throwing it into park, he picked up the flowers he'd bought on whim and then headed for the door that would lead him to his goal. Dressed in a simple pair of black slacks and a crisp white button up shirt, he frowned as he wondered what she would be wearing. Although he'd mentioned dinner, he'd had to do some thinking about the best place to take her since she didn't exactly strike him as the type that would enjoy a ritzy restaraunt with expensive wine and violin music. After some thought, he'd remembered a unique place down by the coast that featured true Cajun cuisine and was casual enough to feel comfortable while still being nice enough to dress up for. The owner was actually a werewolf that he'd known since childhood and there wouldn't be any raised eyebrows at either he or his date. Gregory was the good sort and Derek had called ahead to make sure he could get a quiet table with a cool gulf breeze for comfort. His old friend had laughed and agreed since "it wasn't a full moon" and he felt no "Need to steal your woman." Still shaking his head at that thought, the handsome shifter made it to the door Ilani had told him about and raised his hand to knock. As he waited, he looked at the flowers and wondered if she would think he was insane. Most women loved flowers but these were wild orchids with honeysuckle cast amid the various blooms. They were his favorite and had seemed to fit with the wild childs aura but... There was no telling what Ilani would think. Most women thought roses were the thing but to Derek.. THey seemed trite somehow.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 13, 2009 20:17:23 GMT -5
(( 0___0 That car is freaking love. Just so you know.))
Broken out of her glaring match with the crack in her ceiling as a knock sounded, Ilani almost fell out of her chair. “Oh, OW. Stupid table. Stupid little heels. What did Harriette say about men loving it when a woman’s shorter than them? Freaking keep tripping over them…I swear, if someone comes after me, there’s no way that I can use these stubs as help. Bah…oh, crap, that was the door. I’M COMING!”
With a little snort as she realized that she was babbling to herself, she slid out of the kitchen chair and clacked down the long hallway to the door. She paused with one hand on the brass knob, giving into the urge to make sure she hadn’t managed to tear her dress- ah, memories of her high school prom- or something else she’d want to slit her wrists about later…
And couldn’t hold back a roll of her eyes. Jay-sus, she’d already done the nasty with the man. As long as she remembered not to burp, fart and scratch her armpits in front of him, she’d be fine. And it wasn’t like her pink streaked hair, coffin hairpieces and slightly-slinky red dress wasn’t respectable. With that particularly happy thought in her head, she opened the door with a grin.
Immediately resulting in something akin to a very loud ‘WHOOBAH’ when her brain processed what it saw.
“Holy cow, you’re hotter than Gerard Butler,” The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, and for a good few seconds, the only thing she could do was stare. Could a man make simple dress pants and a plain shirt look yummier?
Nah, crap. Down Bessie and get a hold of yourself, she thought with a mental shake. With a little laugh and a ‘sorry, couldn’t help myself’ shrug, she opened the door wider so that he could come in. “What I meant to say was: hey there…and in a very sexy way, mind you.
Eyes super glued to his face, it took her a minute to realize that he was holding something and finally noticing the flowers, she couldn’t help but let loose a happy sound as she reached for them.
“Oh, wow, these are beautiful! I love orchids! You know, I never actually saw an orchid until I moved out here.” Pressing her face into the flowers, she took a deep breath, a smile sliding onto her lips. “Gah, they always reminded me of the Botanical Garden, when one of the guys I knew used to let us in after hours. Everyone thought I was such a baby for loving the flower exhibit, and…oh great, now I’m babbling again. Here, just come in and I’ll put these in water. Thank you again for them.”
Nodding at him to follow, she started off down the narrow hallway that would lead into the living room. A testament to her lifestyle, the walls were covered in various painted designs, painted by local artists and the rooms cluttered with sewing machines, shelves filled with books and cabinets full of the knickknacks she’d collected back on the East Coast. A comically dramatic coffin sat in the middle of the room, serving as a coffee table, and various other Halloween-style decorations hung from the ceiling.
In the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was such a good idea to let a perfect stranger into her home, but she squashed the thought. Call it intuition, but something told her that he wouldn’t hurt her. And if he did? There was a special compartment in her bedroom- as well as little drawers all over the apartment- full of toys she’d use to exact her revenge.
Ah, to let sleeping dogs lie.
Grabbing a long grey vase off of the counter- almost clashing with the vampire memorabilia, it sported the image of a snarling werewolf…and Lord knew how ironic she’d find that one later on- she filled it with water and placed the flowers in, practically beaming.
Hell if this was the first guy to actually bring her anything on a date. The closest she’d ever come was probably Jessie, who’d bought her a pair of thong panties in his hopes to get lucky that night.
Turning back around to look at Derek, she couldn’t help but carry over her beaming smile to him. “Lights up the place, I think. We could use a bit of purple around here.” Giving a particularly droopy flower a little pat, she scooped up her purse and keys, glancing out at the large window behind them. “So, I’m ready to go, I think. Where are you taking me…HOLY COW, IS THAT YOUR CAR? I think I'm gonna faint. Holy cow, you've got an Ashton Martin. Marry me?” Looking back at him with a grin, she teasingly batted her eyes.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 15, 2009 15:27:57 GMT -5
As soon as Ilani opened the door to her apartment, Derek was glad that he was were his shades. He knew his eyes had narrowed with predatory intent and it was all he could do not to pounce on her right then and there. However, since he prided himself on being cool in the face of any challenge, he simply held out the floors and smiled at her thoughtless words. Gerard Bulter, huh? Well, then he'd count himself in good company then he guessed.
Stepping inside the apartment while she rattled on about the blooms, the shapeshifter about fell over when she came back with the wolf vase. Blinking rapidly, he had to turn away to hide his grin. It was ironic to say the least. Maybe he should just take it as a good sign? Shaking his head inwardly at the whole situation, he gazed around her quarters and smiled at her idea of decorating. She definitely wasn't the usual sort that he took out for dinner. Most of his normal dates had fashion magazines laying around along with expensive decor. He found he kind of liked this feel better.
When she has finally settled his gift the way she wanted, the dark haired gentlemn headed for the door and held it open for her as they stepped out into the night. By habit, his eyes scanned all the shadows but no danger seemed to lurk in their depths. Content, he heard her gasp as she saw his car and smirked.
“So, I’m ready to go, I think. Where are you taking me…HOLY COW, IS THAT YOUR CAR? I think I'm gonna faint. Holy cow, you've got an Ashton Martin. Marry me?”
Laughing out right, the young warrior clicked the lock and opened the passenger side door for her. His grin was wolfish as he arched a brow and ran his eyes over her.
"Well.... How about we have dinner and see where it leads? I'm really not the type of guy that moves that fast on the first date."
Giving her a wink to show her he was teasing, he waited until she was inside the car and then shut the door. Moving to the drivers side, he climbed in and fastened his seat belt. Flipping the ignition, he couldn't resist showing off a bit as he peeled a bit of rubber backing out and taking off. He absolutely loved the way the Ashton handled and the ride to the waterfront was made with speed and comfort. Glancing sideways, he asked.
"So... how do you feel about Cajun food? I have a friend who owns a quiet little place just along the gulf. I thought we could talk and speed some time getting to know each other before maybe heading over to WICKED. Its owned by a friend of mine and has good whiskey."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 15, 2009 18:22:01 GMT -5
Sliding onto the leather with a sound akin to ‘woooohawww,’ Ilani couldn’t help but run her hand over the dash. God, she’d only seen cars like these in movies, or when the rich yuppies tried to ‘grunge’ and show off what they had. The closest she’d ever come to such speed was when her brother managed to steal some rich guy’s Porche for the chop.
So, color her freaking ecstatic when Derek peeled out into the street. A normal girl would probably have gasped and demanded that he go slower. But hell if Ilani was normal, and hell if she didn’t cackle like a crazy woman at the smooth glide of the engine.
Ah, just hear that purr. And some women wondered how their men could be so doting on their cars.
“Well, I dunno. I might have to come into your club and beat someone up again, if it means another dinner date in this baby. Man, this thing’s like riding on a cloud,” Grinning at him as the world whizzed by, she couldn’t help but get a giddy little feeling in the pit of her stomach.
And man, was that a nice break from her normal bouts of outright mistrust. How long had it taken for her to trust her bartender and the bouncers that she met with and talked to everyday? Or to let her friends get close enough to hug her? And there she was, all bouncy and smiling like she’d just won the lottery, in the car of a man that she didn’t even know.
Well, Daddy would at least be relieved that she’d slipped that pair of brass knuckles she’d gotten for her birthday in her purse. She didn’t get a weird vibe off of Mr. Sin, but it never hurt to be careful.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Still grinning, she settled into the chair with a sigh. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ve tried anything spicier than Taco Bell, even if I’ve been livin’ out here for about a year. But I’m always up for something new.” Accompanied with a wink, she smoothed out a crease in her dress before looking up at him with yet another grin.
“Dude, WICKED? I’ve wanted to go there ever since I moved here, but I haven’t had the time. You know the owner? Holy Cow, I want your connections. Did you grow up around here with these ‘friends’ of yours?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 17, 2009 13:40:22 GMT -5
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Still grinning, she settled into the chair with a sigh. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ve tried anything spicier than Taco Bell, even if I’ve been livin’ out here for about a year. But I’m always up for something new.” Accompanied with a wink, she smoothed out a crease in her dress before looking up at him with yet another grin. Laughing a bit at that comment, Derek smiled and shifted the car into its last gear. Taking the turn at a speed that almost defied gravity, the shifter cast her a smile and then hit the gas hard when they leveled out. The speed eased something inside him that was always craving to run and he loved the handle of the vehicle as it would itself up. “Dude, WICKED? I’ve wanted to go there ever since I moved here, but I haven’t had the time. You know the owner? Holy Cow, I want your connections. Did you grow up around here with these ‘friends’ of yours?” "Well, it a complicated story.. I was born and raised in the area but went to military school and then straight into the Army Rangers. Spent two tours of duty with them before recently retiring and moving back home. I'm still on the reserves list however so there is always a chance I could be called back to duty. Slim but there...." Seeing a green light turn yellow ahead, he gunned the motor and flew through it just as it turned red. Another motorist banged his horn but Derek only laughed. "As far as WICKED goes.. Erik Kincaid and I go way back.... Since childhood you could say although he is ages older than I am. When word came he was back in town I made it a point to stop in and say hello and we get together now and then for a drink.... He's a good man to have at your back in a fight and he's certainly not someone you want pissed at you either. I hear tell his partner is a real number too but shes recently married with a little boy born this past summer. Haven't had the official pleasure of meeting her or her husband yet."Giving her a sideways look, he continued. "How about you? Whats your story? New Orleans is a big place but I'm damned sure I would have noticed you around before now..."
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 17, 2009 15:11:19 GMT -5
With a laugh as the car zoomed out into traffic, Ilani couldn’t help but lean forward with her hands on the dash, as if leaning into the world rushing by. Hell, if it wouldn’t have gotten them pulled over, she probably would have stuck her head out of the window to really feel the speed.
Well, ticketing and the knowledge that looking like a mini-doberman enjoying a smell overload wasn’t exactly all that attractive. But damn, she loved fast cars.
“God, you are so lucky that I like you and I’m not into car jacking,” She said with another laugh, leaning back in her seat. As he started to talk, she fell silent, eyes flickering from his face to the world through the front windshield.
Oh wow, the Rangers? Brows rising a bit in surprise, she gave him another once over, remembering the fancy moves he used back at the gym. Well, scratch a hobby in martial arts; this one definitely made more sense. “Ah, we’re a grunt, are we? Well, that kind of explains the neat-and-tidy atmosphere in your office…well, before you made a mess of your desk.”
And damn, she couldn’t help the small shiver that crawled up and down her spine at the memory. No, Moonie, she told herself with an inner grumble. You will not think about that. This is a nice, respectable dinner date where she could meet Mr. Sin and make sure he isn’t a creepo. There will be no imagining him naked. Or covered in whipped cream. Or tied to her bed…
Aw, crap. Stupid libido.
Forcing her eyes to de-glue themselves from his face, she listened to the rest of his story with interest. Dang, out of the military, then into a lucrative business with a friend who ran a similar lucrative business. Talk about a success story.
“Well, when you do meet them, tell them I said congrats. Man, running a club and having a kid. Talk about your hoobah change in lifestyle. And do me a favor; when we get to the club, tell me what I should and shouldn’t say to your friend, ‘cause I’ve got enough enemies right now, thank you.”
And man, was she having a nice time splitting her attention between picturing him as her libido demanded- mrowr- and in uniform- double mowr. But then, with just a few simple words, she felt her chest tighten up in anxiety.
Oh no, the Subject of Death! Dammit, and she really did like this guy, too. He hadn’t asked her to stop being so loud, or wrinkled his nose at the sight of her apartment and that put him in definite ‘Cool Guy’ territory. But if she went and talked about her past? About Daddy, her brothers and the rest of the boys back home? He was going to just pull his drool-worthy car right over and drive that cool-worthy butt away from her hide out on the curb.
Damn the fact that she hated liars almost as much as she hated lying. Nah well. It was always better to rip the band aid off.
“Well, I’m originally from New York,” She said, forcing her voice to sound nonchalant. “I just moved down here a year ago for fresh start. My…ah…life back home wasn’t exactly like a sitcom. Yeah, Daddy kind of ran a blackmailing circuit- among other things- through his gang and I just got tired of watching my friends come back half cocked and covered in blood, or get shot by the police. Not to mention that my deadbeat of a brother is a professional con and…well, I didn’t have anything to keep me there. I remember a friend of mine started telling me about her Mardi Gras trip before Katrina, how the city was getting back on its feet and I thought, ‘hey, sounds like a familiar story, there’ so I decided to come out. And I figured that I’d been around so many drunken men in my life that a bar sounded like a good way to bring in the money, so I opened up The Pit.”
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she spoke, just waiting for the Ashton to come screeching to a halt.
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 18, 2009 14:20:50 GMT -5
Something in Ilani's tone alerted Derek to her unease. The animal within caught the scent of something like fear but it was quickly covered up by resignation. Wondering what on earth could be that bad, he glanced sideways at her before looking back at the road. When she finally began to speak, he heard as much what she was NOT saying as she was saying and found himself smiling a bit ruefully. As her final words lingered in the silence of the car, he slingshotted around another vehicle like it was standing still and then finally turned his full attention back to her.
"Well, sounds like you have an interesting family. Must have been a hell of a childhood from what your describing. Something to keep in mind though... None of us can chose what circumstances we are born to or into. Our only option it what we make of those circumstances. The fact that you have made a clean break and started building a life for yourself tells me you aren't just sexy as hell, your intelligent to boot. Its also a good indication that you have a concience and the strength of will to act upon right and wrong."
As he took in a red light up ahead, he was forced to pull the Ashton up short and then looked at her over the brim of his dark shades.
"All of us have skeleton's in the closet and you'll find that most people around here are willing to live and let live as long as you follow a few simple rules.... One, never judge a book by its cover. Two, treat others as you would want to be treated and three, never, EVER toss out fightin words unless your damn well prepared to back them up. Its a rough and tumble community but , for the most part, the people are the good sort."
As the light turned green, he took a left off the main street and followed it down towards the wharf. A quiet dead end opened into a wide circuliar parking spot for the little restaraunt and he pulled into an empty space. Shutting the engine off, he was silent for a moment before continuing.
"I, myself have things in my past that haunt me every day... I've been forced to take more lives than you know and make decisions that lost some fine men their futures. No one comes out unscarred in this life."
Then, giving her a slight smile, he exited the car and moved to open her door. Offering her his hand, he waited to see if she would take it as he meet her eyes.
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Ilani Moonblood
*Psychic*
Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 18, 2009 17:15:42 GMT -5
Well…that definitely wasn’t the kind of response that she’d been expecting. A little disbelieving look here, maybe throw in some peppered questions while looking down at the internet on his blackberry…but nope, definitely wasn’t expecting that.
Understanding. Holy cow. And not only had he suggested that he might have dirty baggage, but he hadn’t he thrown her out of his car. Holy, HOLY cow.
Business savvy, a street fighter AND possessing the ability not to be scared of her background. Either she was dreaming, or she finally did something right to earn a reprieve in the social world. The man had definitely just earned himself a stalker, if not a woman who’d have his back forever.
More than a little surprised, Ilani could do nothing but stare at him like a fish who’d just been scooped out of water and dumped face first in mud. The most intelligent thought running through her mind was ‘if I screw this up, I’m gonna get me to a nunnery’ and blinking owlishly, she watched as he got out of the car and moved around to her side.
Thank God that there wasn’t anyone around to see this. Man, Ilani Moonblood, speechless. The world was probably all ready and rarin to end, now…
Taking the offered hand, she let him help her out of the car. After making sure that she hadn’t forgotten anything, she proceeded to fix her dress, close her door, then wind her arms around his neck, tugging him close to her.
“Yeah, those ‘good sort’ people you were talking about before?” Looking up into his face, she couldn’t help but smile, lips still curved as she placed a kiss on his. “I’m starting to believe that you’re one of them, if not their Lord and Master. Thank you, Derek. For…well, for understanding. You’re one of the few who really do, I think. Remind me to show you how much I appreciate what you said, later on.”
With another chaste kiss, she unwound her arms from his neck and quickly turned away, heels clacking as she started toward the restaurant. God, she must have been reading one too many romance novels lately, because hell if the urge to turn into a pile of pink streaked goo wasn’t tempting.
“Damn, but that smells good. C’mon, Mr. Sexy Buns. Time to feed me before I turn my appetites on you.” Looking at him from over her shoulder, she put a bit of strut in her walk. She supposed it was just her way; opening up, seeing emotion and then hiding behind sarcasm and sex. But she was serious about showing him how much she appreciated what he’d said.
And definitely the kind of heaven that he'd just introduced her to. Opening the front door to the restaurant, she couldn't help but check her chin for drool. How had she never tried real Cajun cooking before?
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 20, 2009 8:46:34 GMT -5
If Derek was a bit startled by the suddenness of having a very real woman scramble into his arms and wrap herself around him, he didn't show it. In fact, he pulled her hard against him as she spoke and his grave eyes never left her face even though they were hidden behind the dark shades.
“Yeah, those ‘good sort’ people you were talking about before?” Looking up into his face, she couldn’t help but smile, lips still curved as she placed a kiss on his. “I’m starting to believe that you’re one of them, if not their Lord and Master. Thank you, Derek. For…well, for understanding. You’re one of the few who really do, I think. Remind me to show you how much I appreciate what you said, later on.”
As suddenly as she had launched herself at him, she was pulling away and heading for the little restaraunt with a sassy sway to her hips. Tapping back the urge to yank her back, the handsome shifter watched her and then shut the car door. What it was about the woman that made him lose his usual layer of cool reserve he didn't know but he was definitely treading a dangerous path with the way his inner wolf howled at the sight in front of him. He wanted nothing better than to haul her back into the car and take her someplace private where he could employ creative ways to silence those pretty lips.
“Damn, but that smells good. C’mon, Mr. Sexy Buns. Time to feed me before I turn my appetites on you.”
Mr. Sexy Buns? Derek didn't know if he should be insulted or amused. No one had ever gotten away with saying anything like that to him in the past and the fact that this lovely thing didn't seem to have any fear made him smile. Shaking his head, he started after her and let his long stride cover the distance between them. From up ahead, he could see his friends face peering out at them and as they made it up the ramp, the door swung open and they were greeted by a spicy smell that caused his stomach to growl. Gregory smirked and waved them inside before eyeing Ilani and bowing over her hand.
"Mademoiselle! How wonderful it is to have you grace our presence this evening. I see you have the grumpy one well in hand. I must commend you for taming the unruly beast!" he declared with a slightly french accent.
Casting a look at Derek, his eyes glimmered wickedly and then he was leading them to a corner table on the outer porch.
"Here you are... Just what Monsieur requested."
Moving to the table, the wolf gave his friend a pointed look and the man smirked before placing menu's on the table and retreating.
"I shall return soon to personally take your order." he said with a small bow before leaving.
Holding out Ilani's chair, Derek waited for her to be seated and then pulled out his own seat. Once comfortable, he took up a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and poured them both a glass.
"I hope you like wine... This is from France and one of its finest."
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 20, 2009 19:08:32 GMT -5
“’The grumpy one,’ huh?” Throwing a sideways glance at Derek, she leaned forward and feigned a whisper. “Don’t let anyone know it, but I’ve actually seen him smile. I was…distracted at the time, but I’m sure it was a smile. And it pretty much knocked my socks off, let me tell you. As for taming…” Trailing off, she looked at Derek and raised a brow. “I think he's alright just how he is."
Grinning from ear to ear, she couldn’t help an evil little smile from tugging at her lips, following the restaurant owner to their table. Wobbling a bit, she couldn’t help but glance down and glare at her shoes. Damn, who would’ve known that a pair of tiny, toothpick thin heels could be so hard to walk in? She spent half her day in biker boots or platforms that gave her a good four inches, but could she actually walk like a human being in tiny sandals? Of course not.
Dang Harriette and her know-it-all voice. From what she could tell, Mr. Shades over there hadn’t even twitched when she’d flung open her door. Well, that could have been the result of the knee jerk babbling that kept on happening every time she saw him…which, in of itself was weird. But, since she wasn’t going to start going all metaphorical- hell, if her brain didn’t explode, she might start thinking too much and give into the urge to jump his bones, if only to shut her common sense up- she forced herself to think about something else.
Like why Mr. Sin was wearing sunglasses. Resisting the urge to reach across the table and steal them for herself like the teasing monkey she was, she snuck a covert glance in his direction while she settled down into her seat. What, was she so alluring that he needed something to dim down the ethereal beauty? Or was he trying to hide from her?
The eyes, or so it seemed, were a window to the soul. Normally, when one wanted to draw a curtain over said windows, they usually grew out their bangs, kept their head literally low or resorted to baseball caps and dark glasses. When this occurred, it was always in a girl’s best interest to be wary and expect something sharp descending on her shoulder blades in the near future.
So, why was it that the only thing she could think of was her favorite line from The Wedding Date; ‘God…I think I’ve just come’? Man. Talk about being in uncharted waters, here. Usually, her paranoia would be going nuts right about now, forcing her to think about what he might be hiding, where the exits to the restaurant were, how easily she could get to the knuckles in her purse…
Foo. Truthfully, she was just content to think that the shades were to hide how lusty he was for her butt. Hmm…on that thought, maybe she should pick up a pair for herself.
“Ooh, French wine? I think the best stuff I’ve got is moonshine from somewhere outside of town,” Tipping her glass at him, she made as if to take a gulp before pausing in mid-chug. Damn, she wasn’t having a drink with the guys! Manners…she had to remember her manners.
…Ha, as if she’d ever had any. Alright, think. What had Harriette said? Something about the shoes…and sniffing her wine before tasting. But hell, why would anyone want to sniff booze? She was going to drink it, not inhale it through her nostrils like some kind of weird nasal spray.
Inwardly sighing, she decided that a dainty sip would look just as good. Man, she had to start watching something other than cop and horror flicks. The wine tasted different than the hard liquor she was used to…fruity and a bit bitter, but definitely a good bitter.
“You know,” She said, setting her glass down with a grin. “I don’t normally do wine. But dang, that’s pretty good. I guess the French know a thing or two ‘bout a thing or two.”
Looking around the homey little room they were in, she couldn’t help but relax. This was really a nice place…and dang, something smelled divine. Picking up the menu lying on the table in front of her, she started skimming through the options. “Gah, everything sounds so good. And I’m just gonna lay this out on the table: I’m not one to pretend I can live on a salad and a glass of water. But I will pay for my half of the meal, so you don’t have to worry. I mean, I’m not planning on eating the tablecloth, but I have been compared to a teenage boy at times.” Pausing as the last part of the statement, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Er, that is, I eat like one. And that’d probably be the only part of me that’s like a boy. Or something like that. Ha, I’m babbling. What are you thinking of ordering?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 23, 2009 16:54:09 GMT -5
Eyeing her over the top of his menu, Derek shook his head and hid a grin. There was no way in hell she was paying for her own meal and he'd eat the waiter for even daring to split the check.
"That won't be neccessary, Lani. You could eat everything in this joint and it wouldn't make a dent in my pocket book. Help yourself to whatever you like.I asked you out to dinner and call me old fashioned but... I was brought up that a gentleman always picks up the tab."
Then, looking back at his folder, he quickly ordered the Cajun boil with shrimp and other shellfish along with various potatoes. Giving her a look, he smirk and arched a brow.
"If you want to be really crazy.. You can share it with me. Its a huge pot filled to the brim and you have to use your hands quiet a bit to pull it apart. Absolutely delicious though."
As he waited for her reply, he closed his menu and then settled back in his chair. A pleasant gulf breeze ruffled his hair as he watched her and tried to puzzle out what it was about her that attracted him so. Maybe it was because the animal inside sensed a comrade spirit in her. It had been a long time since he'd actually been interested in a woman for longer than the time it took to get her into bed but Ilani was different. there was something entrancing about her that drew him to her like a moth to a flame.
Even now, he wanted to growl at the males that were taking double looks at her and he knew that if one even hinted at touching her, he'd be hard pressed not to rip their throats out. Since it wouldn't be a good impression, he seriously hoped he could keep a leash on the wolf inside.
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Oct 25, 2009 17:35:05 GMT -5
Hearing that first statement, Ilani couldn’t help but laugh. Man, was he opening himself up to a big can of whoopass if he was going to let her go crazy with her food. While she was doing her best not to remember past nights out with the various men in her life, their shocked faces as she mowed down whatever came in front of her popped into her mind. She usually chalked her super fast metabolism up to her body’s need to prepare itself for angry, annoying ghosties, but it was a known fact that a Moonblood-Buchannon could probably eat her weight in good food.
Hell, her weight, her date’s weight and maybe however much the dang table weighed too. But hey, he was pretty much giving her the go-ahead. Man, did she hope he didn’t like his women sipping on water and nibbling their food.
There was a reason why Benny’s Oyster Shack down the block from her club, liked to lock itself down whenever she came prowling. Not that she was going to eat this place out of house and home, but hell, color her surprised at Derek’s easy acceptance.
“Yeah, and where I come from, ‘gentlemen’ are the guys who shoot their wives instead of their daughters. I think I like your version better.” Grinning, she continued to skim her menu until the waiter came over.
Her stomach practically snarling its unhappiness at not being immediately fed, she leaned forward a bit to cover up the noise. “Damn, isn’t that attractive…oh, share? Sure, that sounds great! I’m still getting used to the food names around here, so I can definitely share.” She smiled politely up at the waiter and handed him her menu before looking back at Derek. “I mean, seriously…what’s a beignet? And chicory coffee? Man, when one of my bouncers made me a cup last week, I thought all the enamel on my teeth was gonna get stripped off. And that’s sayin’ a lot, ‘cause I think my coffee strong.”
Taking another sip of her wine, she forced herself to stop talking. Good Lord, what was it about this guy that made her babble like a lunatic? Sure, he was sexy as hell and had the perks of being the obviously dangerous type, without setting off all kinds of mental alarms…but gah, he was just a guy, wasn’t he? And she was fine around guys; grew up around them, lived around them and practically lived with them now, thanks to her Civil War buddies.
Then WHABAM, in comes Mr. Sin and all of her normal suave, sophisticated- she mentally snorted at that one- calmness seemed to go poof out the metaphorical window. Talk about weird and completely unexpected.
Fingers sliding against the rim of her glass, she cleared her throat. “But anyway. So, you said you were in the Rangers before, right? If you don’t mind my asking, how’d you go for that career path? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but…” Trailing off, she looked at him with a curious glint to her eyes.
Was it wrong that she wanted to know this guy? Probably…but heck, she wanted to think of Sin as something other than ‘phenomenal in bed.’
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Oct 29, 2009 18:28:19 GMT -5
“Damn, isn’t that attractive…oh, share? Sure, that sounds great! I’m still getting used to the food names around here, so I can definitely share.” She smiled politely up at the waiter and handed him her menu before looking back at Derek. “I mean, seriously…what’s a beignet? And chicory coffee? Man, when one of my bouncers made me a cup last week, I thought all the enamel on my teeth was gonna get stripped off. And that’s sayin’ a lot, ‘cause I think my coffee strong.”
Derek couldn't help it. His mind immediately threw itself into mental images of her sprawled out in his bed with rumpled hair and wearing nothing but a smile as he feed her beignets and chicory coffee. Just that image made him shift uncomfortably in his seat and had a certain part of his anatomy standing at attention, no pun intended. He suddenly knew that he wanted to wake up next to her in the morning and that thought scared the living hell out of him while it intrigued him at the same time. Coughing a bit to clear his silence, the handsome wolf leaned forward and eyed her.
"Beignets are a food best known in the New Orleans area. I garentee that once you've had them... You'll kill for them. They melt in your mouth and are pure bliss."
Reaching forward, he picked up his wine glass and took a sip to cover his thoughts. He needed to get ahold of himself before the wolf escaped its hiding spot.
“But anyway. So, you said you were in the Rangers before, right? If you don’t mind my asking, how’d you go for that career path? Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but…”
Frowning, Derek thought back in time and memory swept away his troubles of the moment. His eyes grew dark as he thought about his reply.
"Well, my family has always been military inclined, I guess you could say. I was brought up with a strong sense of duty and country and it just seemed natural to follow the steps of my father." he finally said. "After enlisting, I was drafted into special ops because i had.. talents... I made my way quickly up through the ranks until I was my own squad leader and commanded enough missions that when my tour was up.. They asked me to stay on as intel. I still help out once in awhile and just recently got back from bringing a friend home."
Looking up at her, he shrugged.
"We all do what we have to do and we use the talents given to us. I learned early I'm good at killing things and making the world a better place for the innocent. "
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 1, 2009 18:26:41 GMT -5
Hoo, talk about a steamy look right then. Watching the man as she spoke- ha, ‘spoke,’ more like rambled- she didn’t miss the sudden heat in his eyes when she mentioned beignets. Had she just stumbled on a hidden fantasy…concerning food? Ooh, she’d have to remember that for later. Maybe her whipped cream idea was a possibility—
With a mental shake, she tried her best to force her libido to stop doing a happy dance in her head. This was supposed to be a nice evening, with the added benefit of having Mr. Sin looking like he’d like to have her melt in his mouth. That’s all. She would not start fanning herself with her napkin and ask if the bathroom stall could fit two, or return the heated look with one of her own.
…And neither will she picture him in uniform, shirt open and that barrel chest all sweaty…
AW CRAP, there she went again. Well, maybe a bit of face-fanning wouldn’t be so strange.
“You’re fighting for something greater than yourself. That’s more than you can say for most people.” She said, reaching forward to pat his hand. And here she’d thought that the things in her life was bad…she could only imagine the kinds of things he’d had to see and do in his lifetime. Not knowing exactly what to say, she picked up her glass and took a sip.
“I mean, the guys I grew up with…some of them joined the army, but it was really more in order to get themselves out of a prison sentence than actually wanting to do good,” Offering a small smile over the rim of her glass, she pointed one finger in his direction. “See, you’re just adding to that ‘King of the Good Guys’ idea. At this rate, you’ll have flocks of women hounding your every step.” Setting her glass down, she grinned at him. Grinning as a young waitress came over, place a basket of bread onto their table and proceeded to ogle Derek before scurrying off, she snagged a roll.
“Well…that is, you probably do already. Hopefully, most of them are over the legal age, though.”
She couldn’t help but add the last part, and she immediately regretted it. Oh, that’s wonderful; go and crack a joke when the guy’s trying to be serious.
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