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Post by julian on Aug 10, 2009 20:31:11 GMT -5
It took all the self control Jules had to hold back from punching that man right there. He naturally had a low tolerance for jerks, and the fact the guy was bothering Sibeal only added to make him angrier. However the bouncer had managed to stand between him and the guy, so he had managed to refrain from punching his face.
He watched as the blonde talked to the bouncer and when the stupid jerk that was bothering opened his mouth to insult her, Julian could feel all his self control wavering. For all the inner strength he could sense on her, he knew deep down she was a sweet girl and that comment had bothered her.
As she walked away, an angry frown appeared on his features. He wanted to punch the bastard’s light out, but knew doing so would get him in trouble with the club’s security. What the hell, he had never backed down from anything before and he wasn’t going to start now. Stepping forward, he released a masterful jab that sent the idiot spinning backwards and collapsing unconsciously on the bar.
Turning back to face the bouncer that gave him a reproving look, he merely shrugged and raised his hands in a non threatening way, he wasn’t going to apologize for doing what he had just did, the idiot deserved that. “Someone had to teach him good manners, come on, don’t tell me you’re going to make an argument out of it…can’t I just go after the blonde and buy her a drink?”
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Post by Lt. Derek DeVoux on Aug 10, 2009 20:39:35 GMT -5
Seated in the VIP section, Derek DeVoux over looked the crowded bar and leaned back against the leather couch. A stiff drink of Eriks best scotch sat before him as his dark eyes took in the party goers. Being a wolf with a bite did have its perks because more than one person glanced his way only to hurry about their own business. Normally, he didn't pass time at any bar but his own but tonight he had made an exception for Erik. He and the other wolf have formed an alliance of sorts and the blond wasn't a person you said no too when he extended the hand of friendship.
As he watched, his eyes caught sight of Sibeal Montgomery as she made her way through the bar. The blond was looking gorgeous as ever and Derek smiled to himself as he watched her. Sibeal was one of his favorite people and it pleased him to see her out and about. She'd built those wall around her so high that there had been times he'd wondered if she would ever take the chance and tear them down. It seemed she had finally decided to live a bit.
Just then, she stopped to order a drink and the wolf felt his hackles rise as a man approached her. He was half out of his seat by the time the SOB grabbed her arm and across the VIP floor before Julian Blacks presence registered at the girls side. Slowing, Derek contined to move towards them but was satisfied to watch for the moment. If need be, he could alway rip the assholes throat out later.
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Post by max on Aug 10, 2009 21:22:36 GMT -5
To say Max was disappointed he couldn’t steal away the goddess in the crimson dress and keep her up all night would be a major understatement. She was a magnificent sight of beauty and add to the fact he hadn’t had much alone time with her since the baby was born, it explained why his eyes darkened with desire as he gazed at her.
This new club was definitively…well, wicked. Lexi and Erik had done quite a job on the place and it had even more potential than the previous club had. However it was good that it was a partnership so his wife could be more at home and that they could take care of their baby together, because he believed he would be lost without her there.
Leaning against the bar, he told the bartender to get the champagne out and pour a couple of flutes, it was time for celebration. It was then that he noticed Lexi had moved away momentarily and returned with Jo beside her. Max greeted the pregnant woman with a smile and a hug, he was happy to see her there and sharing their joy. Turning back to the bartender, he asked to get another flute with some non-alcoholic beverage for his friend.
Next Syria appeared. Last time he had seen her he was…well, a place he rather not tell Lexi if he could skip that. He still had to talk with the brunette about the other night and even that he had handled her his card, she hadn’t called him.
He was about to ask for another flute so she could join their celebration when he noticed a commotion on the other side of the bar and excused himself from the lovely girls. He could deal with that and let his wife enjoy the night. Just as he approached, he recognized Sibeal, the dancer, walking away and caught what the other man said before he was knocked out by the dark haired man.
Sighing, he shook his head. The guy certainly deserved that and it wouldn’t be pleasant to have a fight over it, so he signaled the bouncer to stand back. “Alright, why don’t you get back to your friend and have a drink on the house?” he told the man, and as he nodded gratefully and walked away, Max turned back to the bouncer. “Just take that guy out of here, please? I can’t blame the guy for doing the same we might do if we were on his place.”
Leaving the bouncer to take the unwanted patron out of the club and send him on his way home, he made his way back to the beautiful girls.
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Post by devon on Aug 11, 2009 22:28:34 GMT -5
Devon looked around she was in a Ladies Restroom, at least she thought it was the Ladies, but it definitely was a bathroom. And from the looks of the reflection in the mirror, Konada was dressed to the nines, which meant so was Devon. Taking a step forward the Doppelganger nearly fell over and started cursing at her host under her breath.
Supposedly Doppelgangers, Vardogers and the like, acted and reacted like the host, but Devon didn't believe that for a moment because Konada could walk in those damn strapped heels without killing herself and Devon had nearly broke her neck just then. Well if she could break a neck she almost did, Devon thought with a snort of temper.
Now why was she here? And where was here? Devon thought as she carefully stepped around the room trying to get her shoes to work properly. As a woman walked into the room, Devon smiled and pretended to fix her hair. Once the woman had vanished into a stall. The lookalike opened the door and carefully made her way towards the music and what appeared to be a very popular dance floor and bar.
Now why would Konada need protection here? It looked like there were more than enough club security men to handle the crowd if someone got out of line. As she watched she saw one such scenario, a man had been harassing a petite blond, when he was, not so gently told to leave her alone, the first man was hauled out by his shirt collar and belt strap, while the second man seemed to get the girl.
Not wanting to run into Konada, Devon tried to look around the gathering so to avoid wherever she was. However the Vardoger was so busy looking around that she missed seeing where she was going and tripped over a stray chair; the heels didn't help in the slightest as she tried to keep from falling. She was able to get one hand on the edge of a table, but ...
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Post by Samantha Winchester on Aug 12, 2009 14:59:15 GMT -5
Checking the mirror one last time, Sammie slide her palms over the black leather pants and blue chemise shirt. Leaving her long, dark hair loose and flowing down her back, she smiled wickedly in the mirror before putting on a finishing dap of lipstick.
Although not one to wear alot of face paint, she'd none the less carefully applied some eyeshadow and mascara before doing her hair and she wanted to look just right for the night ahead. For the first time in ages, she was actually looking forward to the evening as she would be attending with a devestatingly handsome young man who intrigued her. Just the thought made her grin and she finished getting ready in a hurry.
Grabbing up her keys and purse, she headed out the door and soon was on her way to the motel Sam had given her directions for. Her mustang fairly flew through the street lights before pulling into the parking lot and finding the room number he had mentioned.
Parking outside the door, she got out of the car and approached the door to knock. Raising her hand, she tapped quickly and then flipped a lock of hair back over her shoulder as she waited for someone to open the door. When it finally did, she grinned up at the man standing there and gave him a wink.
"Hey Sam.... Are you ready to party?"
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Post by Simi James on Aug 12, 2009 21:06:12 GMT -5
Sibeal might have walked away from the scene but she heard the sound of a fist meeting flesh. Whirling about, she saw the jerk fall backwards and Julian's actions afterwards and couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. For some reason, it felt good to have someone standing up for her besides her staff or herself. She'd had to decked a few guys her in time but this was the first gentleman beside her brother and boss who'd taken offense to some jerk insulting her.
When a dark haired gentleman approached, Sibeal recognized the man from being with Erik Kincaid at the Wolfs Den. Speaking to the bouncer, he nodded to Julian and then smiled before allowing Julian to head towards her and the jerk hauled off. As the boxer approached, she smiled and slipped her hand into his and pulled him towards the bar.
"For that... I think its my turn to buy YOU a drink." she said in a sexy, low tone. "That right there got you a free dance later tonight if your interested."
GIving him a wicked grin, she slid up to the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. Turning her gaze to Julian she waited for him to give his and then leaned negligently on the counter.
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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 Aug 13, 2009 15:45:56 GMT -5
JoJo had just settled down on the stool when she saw Lexi coming toward her. She gave the blond woman the best smile she could muster up at the moment. Looking at Lexi and how great she looked in her slinky dress had Jo thinking she wanted to just say her hellos and congratulations, get out of there and go home. Her belly was huge and her mental state just had her thinking she wanted to go home.
Before Jo had a chance to protest or say anything about just stopping by for a few minutes, she found her arm linked with Lexi's and she was being led off. Then she found herself standing with Lexi, Max and to her surprise Syria. Whom she hadn't seen in quite some time and brought up some memories that weren't exactly helping Jo at the moment. Nodding she spoke quietly. "Syria right? I remember you. Nice to see you again." Jo sighed softly and just tried to plaster the smile on her face. It was a happy night and a night for celebration as Max had stated she thought as she returned Max's hug in greeting. Jo wasn't going to ruin it for any of them. She took the flute of non-alcoholic sparkling apple juice and stood with the group. Waiting for Lexi to lead them up to the VIP area so she could sit down again. Another pregnancy issue that had cropped up recently. Not being able to stand up for very long without her feet and legs starting to hurt and swell up. Jo was definitely getting to the point where she was ready to have these babies.
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Syria DeDarko
*Shifter*
Werewolf Loup-garou
Hunter for Hire
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Post by Syria DeDarko on Aug 13, 2009 19:38:38 GMT -5
Lexi was more radiant than ever, Syria couldn't help but notice as the blond goddess pulled her into a warm and nostalgic hug. It had been a while since she had seen the witch, almost too long. Max and Lexi were probably the only two people she trusted with her secret, that she was a lycanthrope. The last person who'd found out, a hunter she'd been working with, had tried to kill her because of what she was. And ever since then, her trust in others had waned, to the point where she vehemently tried to hide what she was. The only reason Max and Lexi knew was because of what she'd done to to rescue Lexi one time; in return for what she did, Max had promised to keep her secret, well, a secret.
"Anytime you want to me come by, I'm there," she told Lexi with a bright smile, after Lexi had told her she needed to pass by the house. And then she mentioned someone that was...interested to meet her. "Hmm....and who would that be?" A curious grin danced on her lips playfully. "You know I'm not one for matchmaking, but I'll play with whatever you got."
Just then, Lexi excused herself momentarily, and moved over to the bar. She seemed to talk to another blond that Syria found familiar, though she could place from where. As Lexi dragged the girl from the bar, suddenly her memory caught up with her.
Jo?! She'd run into the girl a good while ago, while on a hunt. Well, not on the hunt, but rather just in bar she was working while she was in the middle of the hunt. She's ended up playing shots with the girl, along with a man she knew Jo hit it off with named Jack. And then of course some stupid idiot had started a fight, and Syria had to interfere, leaving Jack with his ass almost thoroughly kicked. The last time she had seen the girl, she'd been dropped her off with Jack at the man's hotel.
Seeing her here...it was definitely a shock. Number one; was she a hunter of some sort. By the girl's build, and attitude, it was definitely possible, and knowing Lexi and Max only made that all the more likely. And two; she was pregnant?! And by the looks of it, very pregnant. In fact, despite the loud music, Syria could just catch the faint sounds of two fluttering heartbeats coming from her stomach. Twins to boot, huh.
"Nice to see you too Jo!" Though she recomposed her expression, the shock of seeing her was still evident in her voice. "You know Lexi?" And then another thing occurred to her. Fuck! Now there was yet another person who could blow her cover!
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Post by julian on Aug 15, 2009 0:23:11 GMT -5
Julian was relieved when the other man approached and signaled the bouncer to step back. He wasn’t sure how Sibeal would react to him punching the idiot. Sure, he had insulted her, but she had taken the high road and walked away…for Jules however, the urge of knocking the jerk down was stronger. And it might spoil her night even further to see him get in a fight and maybe get both of them kicked out of that place.
It was a relief however to see that she had appreciated his attitude even if he had resorted to violence. The saying might say ‘violence is never the answer’ but the boxer believed a will thrown punch at times was just the right answer to a jerk.
As she pulled him with her to the bar, a grin appeared on his lips and it only got wider as she spoke of a free dance, off course it was something he wouldn’t pass up. “A dance from an incredibly hot dancer? How could I say no to that?” he replied on a whisper just as they reached the bar.
“A whiskey with a beer chaser.” He ordered to the bartender just before stepping closer to the blonde. He wanted to kiss those lips of her…badly. “I wonder what I would have to do to get a kiss…”
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Post by war on Aug 15, 2009 0:28:27 GMT -5
His band mates had still to arrive, but the demon couldn’t quite bring himself to complain for their absence. The music was good, so was the drinks and the place had no shortage of cute girls as far as he could tell. This place really appealed to his taste, he might as well feel comfortable doing a show there. Making a mental note of talking it over with the rest of the band, he was distracted until he felt someone bump into his back.
Turning around just in time to catch a brunette from falling onto the floor, his hand held her back and back up. “Got you,” he said before he had time to recognize the woman…and when he did, the realization struck him as a surprise. “Konada?”
He hadn’t seen her since that day she had fled the coffee shop when they met. He had sent her a couple of tickets for his latest show, even so that he hoped she would seek him out, he dreaded it. Warren knew he couldn’t trust himself completely and last thing he had wanted was her blood in his hands. When he had spotted her at the concert accompanied by another man, he had felt the urge to kill that man right there.
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Sam Winchester
*Hunter*
The adorable younger Winchester who is an expectant father and newly married to Samantha Winchester. Its bound to be a rocky road for the couple but he'll just have to bring her chocolate and lots of flowers to keep her happy!
"Dude, you just got wailed on by Paris Hilton!"
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Post by Sam Winchester on Aug 15, 2009 7:48:35 GMT -5
SamSam wasn't exactly the club-going type but he felt a little bit obligated in going since it was Lexi's new club. Besides Dean was going to be there and undoubtedly with this new mystery woman that he'd been seeing and who was making his older brother's presence scarce these days.
Heaving a bit of a sigh he looked into the mirror and ran his hand through his hair. He didn't really have a dance club wardrobe either so the black jeans, boots and a white dress shirt would have to do.
Sam was just finishing tucking in his shirt when he heard a car pull up outside and not long after that there was a knock on the door. Making sure he had his wallet and room key in his pockets he headed to the door. Opening it slightly at first he saw Sammie standing there and pulled the door all the way open as she spoke. "Hey Sam.... Are you ready to party?" He couldn't help but grin back at her as he nodded. Walking outside he made sure the door was locked behind him before he turned and looked at Sammie again. She looked amazing in leather pants and a blue slinky top. "Wow... Ummm... You look really great." Sam suddenly felt a little more self conscious. Like he was a bit under dressed compared to her. She looked radiant and he had jeans and button down on. He gave her a bit of a crooked smile. "This was the best I could do on short notice. But, I'm ready. Let's get go."
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Post by dean on Aug 15, 2009 12:31:39 GMT -5
Dean's first look at Jess that night had him thinking she looked like 'Magic Fingers', a Bacon Cheese Berger and an Impala all rolled up into one beautiful package: Maybe not his Impala, but one just like it, she looked that good.
”Wow, Doll!” and ”You look great.”was all that came out for the first five minutes, and it came out several times along with the longest looks he could take and still drive safely. Okay not so safely, but at least he didn't hit anyone or anything.
Still half dazed by the little black dress and the 'God Forgive Me Sexy', dare he even think it 'Fuck Me Heels' she wore. Did those legs ever stop? Dean wondered as he let himself be towed into the Club by an excited Jessica, while still trying to catch a peek at that oh so sexy backside that was sashaying so near his hip.
"Dang... its good to know people in high places, isnt' it?" Dean was thinking that had the people he knew in 'High Places' suggested this Jess to him instead of Ginger and Mary Ann he very likely would have taken them up on the offer. The music coming through the doors only slightly distracted him from thoughts of Jess, him, a very large bed and no little black dress. The heels? He decided they would stay.
Once inside he shook his head to clear the image, Dean finally focused on the here and now. ”“Shall we find a table, or do you want to see if you can spot some friends first?” Dean asked, thinking he had better find someone to talk to her soon or she was going to realize that his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth.
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Post by bobby on Aug 15, 2009 13:40:47 GMT -5
Bobby had offered to stay with Sebastien only to have Betsy nearly take his head off. He might be the Grandfather/Godfather but 'She' was the baby's Nanny and 'She' wasn't going to let some oaf of a 'Man', take care of her sweet charge. Deciding that it was better to make a tactical retreat, then try to remind her that Max was a man too and she didn't mind when he took care of the boy. Bobby thought that Max must not count as oaf in Betsy's book.
Faced the wrath of that woman, the old hunter, agreed to attend the Grand Opening after all, but what he would do there had him as baffled as he would have been if he had been invited to Buckingham Palace.
The older man walked into the club hoping to find a small table in a dark corner. Spotting an empty one he made his way over too it only to find that it wasn't as vacant as he had thought. Another man who nearly blended into the back ground had already claimed it.
Bobby was turning to find another table when the man spoke, ”Join me. You look about as out of place as I feel. Name's Treb and I'm here because Erik nearly ordered me to attend. What's your excuse?” The man's tone was friendly, but a little self mocking as if he couldn't believe he was here against his will.
Bobby grinned at the tone, he might have used the same one had he been the one offering to share the table. ”Bobby.” he answered holding out his hand to shake Treb's before he pulled out a chair to sit, ”Lex, not only ordered me to attend. She threatened me with a life time of torment if I didn't show up.” Bobby chuckled, as he sat down ”Told me she would water down my Whiskey ever time she got a chance.”
(Treb used with permission.)
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Post by konada on Aug 15, 2009 14:35:41 GMT -5
Konada grinned at Ed as he held her chair, ”Thank you.”
When he asked about her drink she had to think for a moment; Normally she drank Scotch, and hardly more than three or four shots in a night. But tonight was the night for having a glass in your hand to toast to the new place anytime someone called for it, and Scotch was not the best drink for that. Champagne was, but Konada hated the bubbly drink. ”I'll have a Rum and Cranberry Juice Please.”
When he mentioned how she looked she gave him a half admonishing look with a small shake of the head, but her grin was still in place. ”Thank you Sir, but I'm not completely sure that was a 'Purely Friendly' sort of tone you used when you said it.” she teased back. She liked Ed, she really did, but she didn't want him to think she felt more for him than she did, that could lead to someone getting hurt and her losing one of the few friends she had made here.
She smiled again as she waved him away, ”Go get the drinks, when you come back I want to dance.” she warned with a promise and a wink.
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Post by devon on Aug 15, 2009 15:07:57 GMT -5
“Got you,” Hands caught her before she could completely make an ass out of herself by landing on the floor in a heap. Devon was so relieved that her smile of thanks was full of appreciation and admiration, as she turned to offer her gratitude to her rescuer. ”Oh Thank you so much.”
“Konada?” The smile slipped for just an instance as Devon panicked. She knew who he was; she knew how Konada felt about him; she knew that she had no right to pretend to be Konada; and she knew she didn't dare do anything to make him think that she wasn't Konada.
What the Hell was a Doppelganger to do? 'Well start by saying his name you idiot.' she told herself. 'And 'Smile' or Konada will find some way to get even.' Could a Host really make a Vardoger suffer? Devon didn't want to take the chance that Konada would want to find a way.
”Warren! What a surprise. Are you playing tonight?” Devon couldn't think of anything else to say and hoped that would be enough until her brain started to work again.
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