Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 16, 2011 12:54:23 GMT -5
Rennia grinned widely and chuckled at Gypsy's words. Indeed the demoness thought they sounded dirty as well. But Rennia, as a tease herself, could only find amusement in those playful sounding words and thus decided to play back.
She gave a soft tsk tsk and shook her head, even if the smirk didn't fade. "Such a naughty girl Gypsy, do I need to spank you?" Those deep red eyes glimmered mirthfully as she teased the vampyress. "But, on the other hand... I do love playing...." The demones brought a hand up, pressing her index finger to her lip as if deciding what to do.
As Gypsy started off, the demoness hopped down from her spot on the stage and grabbed up the guitar she had found as well. She slipped it over her back and wandered through the club. First, however, she made a stop at the DJ to retrieve her mp3 player. When she tried to offer him money for his end of the deal, however, he held up his hands in polite refusal, and told her that it was on him for their wonderful performance. She shrugged and flashed a smile before she wandered over towards the door where Gypsy was.
She eyed the man who had grabbed Gypsy's behind and gave him a little giggle, letting her aura flare up slightly. Rennia's cold killer appearance was magnified and the man beat a hasty retreat for the far corner of the club. Rennia smirked and continued towards the door. There she pulled on her own coat, a white, heavily furred parka, before she stepped outside into the snow as well. In the low lighting, her eyes began to glow with a light of their own.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 16, 2011 13:07:51 GMT -5
Gypsy's blood quickened as she threatened to spank her. She smiled slyly. This night might just turn out better then she thought.
"Careful, darling. I might like it."
The accent came through heavy when she was aroused, but turned towards the door anyways. She let out a small sigh and smiled at her as she slid her own coat on. She stepped out into the snow, and looked over at Rennia. She couldn't deny that she was hot. She fixed her hat, and slipped her hands into her pockets. her blue eyes looked down the street, and she turned on her heel towards the place of true, hard rock. She looked over at Rennia, then to her eyes, and the way they seemed to have their own light. Gypsy's did the same, especially when she was mad or aroused.
Gypsy still really wanted to know what the woman walking next to her was, but she was too polite to ask. She kept her mouth closed as they walked through the falling snow. In a moment of childishness, Gypsy stuck her tongue out, and received a chill when a snowflake settled on her tongue ring, which made the metal cold. She let out a small giggle, and caught a few more before she remembered she was supposed to be acting like an adult. She looked at her, and tilted her head.
"So...how are you?"
This was Gypsy's fall back when she was unsure of what to say. She simply asked how the other person was. Or she'd kill them, but she really didn't want to hurt Ren. She hadn't given her a reason to want too. Walking down a pretty Russian street with the snow falling made Gypsy feel...almost normal again.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 16, 2011 13:40:04 GMT -5
Rennia grinned at those words before she set off to finish up before following Gypsy out into the cold night air. She had to admit, Russia was very beautiful at times. Her breath came out in steamy clouds as she moved down the street with Gypsy. Every now and then Gypsy would look over at her and the demoness would smirk. Rennia watched Gypsy catching snow on her tongue and smirked as she thought about doing the same, though she wondered what Gypsy would think if or when she saw the woman's tongue.
Then Gypsy asked how Rennia was.It was an odd question in the middle of a conversation, but Rennia merely chuckled before speaking. "I suppose I am quite well. Better than sitting at a bar in some techno club staring off into space for sure. That aside I'm in good health, good shape... I really can't complain. I'm a little worked up after our little show on stage too I suppose." She nodded as she continued on.
"And what of Gypsy hmmm? How is she? Aside from temporarily danced out?" The woman chuckled yet again. Her eyes peering over at the woman beside her. Rennia sometimes disliked the traits that came with being demon born. In history Succubi were demons, and humans weren't far from the truth. Within her blood desire lurked, and it only served to heighten her attraction towards others at times. But, this was not one of those times she disliked that trait.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 16, 2011 14:31:10 GMT -5
It was an odd question in the middle of a conversation, but eh. Gypsy liked to do things that kept people on their toes, in a manner of speaking. She looked over at her as she spoke, and Gypsy smiled at her. In hindsight, she was good. Gypsy looked up at the sky as she asked how Gypsy was.
"Gypsy? Well, first, she's never danced out." Even as she said this, she was dancing to a tune in her head. She looked up the street, and saw a young woman standing alone. She smirked.
"Second, she's hungry. Since you've already figured out what I am, I'm sure you'll forgive my act of unspeakable evil. Excuse me."
Gypsy walked over to the woman, sweet talked her into going into the alley, and a short muffled scream followed. A few moments later, Gypsy, looking as fresh as a spring daisy, bounced out of the alley, a little blood running down her lip. She loved young blood. Not as much as she liked virgin blood, but virgin blood was hard to find, except in babies, but Gypsy had a thing for babies. No a sexual, creepy thing. Gypsy has always always wanted to have a baby, but her being made into a vamprye changed all that. She refuses to let a baby be hurt, and she won't kill a young mother with a baby either.
She walked back over to Rennia, and smirked at her. She headed towards the door of the Cafe as if nothing had happened. She opened the door to the Cafe and held it open for Ren to get in. As she did, Gypsy followed, and looked around at it. This was more like it. She stripped off her coat, guitar, and hung them up before she went to the bar to order drinks. Once she had them, she walked back over to Ren, and handed her the drink, wondering how to go about this next.
Last Edit: Sept 16, 2011 14:34:22 GMT -5 by Gypsy Winters
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 16, 2011 15:06:39 GMT -5
Never danced out eh? Rennia smirked, suddenly reminded of the energizer bunny from those battery commercials. Of course she kept such a silly thought to herself, but it caused her to chuckle softly. Her eyes then traced after Gypsy's as she spotted the young woman. Gypsy then commented on her plans to 'dine out' and Rennia gave a nod.
She watched the woman walking off with her soon to be meal and pulled out one of those blades she kept up her sleeve. She reached into her pocket to draw out a sharpening stone and decided to give her blade a few sharpening strokes. It wasn't meant as a threat to anyone of course, but given her rifle was packed away, she didn't have much else to do in the few moments she waited, and she did not like sitting idle. When she saw the woman coming back, she pocketed the sharpening stone and slid the blade back up her sleeve, offering a smirk to the vampyress.
They continued on their way towards the Cafe and Rennia took in a deep breath once she stepped through the held open doors. She was back in the good old days. It was a shame she didn't have her car with her at the moment as she was sure it would fit in quite nicely in the parking lot here. She shed her coat and her own instrument, stepping fully into the Cafe and taking in the sights, and the sounds, with pleasure.
"It's good to be home." She took the glass and gave another toast into the air towards Gypsy's glass before taking a pull of the offered liquor. She looked about the Cafe and similarly wondered where this would go next.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 16, 2011 15:55:04 GMT -5
She didn't just walk into the Cafe, she danced into it. She tapped her glass against Ren's as she did, and took a pull from it. Lyrics to the current song playing came out of Gypsy's mouth as she lowered the glass. Her body moved to the bass and drums. She looked at Rennia, and smiled. Time to be bold.
"I know you've been watching me dance all night. Do you dance?"
Gypsy extended her small hand, and an odd little smile tugged its way onto her pretty pink lips. Gypsy flipped her hair out of her eyes, and looked into Ren's eyes. She had the most amazing eyes. They told so many stories if you simply paid attention. Gypsy wanted to get lost in those stories. She wanted to know the secrets that laid behind the shell that was the body. But she didn't want to seem rude, so she looked back at her extended hand, wondering if Ren would take it.
She finished her drink. Gypsy wanted to get drunk, which was hard for a vamprye. When Gypsy had still gone by Melissa and her heart still beat, she could drink like a fish. Now it was even worse, or better depending on your point of view. The beat of a new song started, and the lights exploded, throwing them both into full light. Only in full light could the small orange ring around her blue iris's could be seen. It captivated most people. Hell, it captivated Gypsy when she could make herself see it, which didn't happen often.
Gypsy smiled at her, and tilted her head in the perfect position to let her see not only the evil...but why everyone thought she was so innocent. Only her eyes gave way to the evil creature inside, but if you paid no attention to the eyes, (a hard trait with Gyps), the way her face was set and her hair fell into it made her look like a tiny little woman who'd never done a wrong in her life.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 16, 2011 16:44:47 GMT -5
Those red eyes followed Gypsy into the cafe and the demoness chuckled at the energy she had even after the dancing. Of course she had 'eaten' between then and now, but it was still amusing never the less.
Rennia's brows perked up as the woman asked if she danced and held out her hand. She knew it was coming sooner or later but she still couldn't help that smirk that pulled at her lips when the question was asked. It had been some time since Rennia had danced in the presence of another, but tonight seemed to be one of those nights. She looked around the Cafe before answering.
"I do... but not in this." She motioned her outfit only moments before she reached up to the clasp of that heavy cloak she kept around her frame. She unhooked it and pulled it from her frame. Almost immediately two deep red wings seemingly exploded from her back, filling out after having been cramped beneath her cloak. Her tail also came out of hiding, though was still partially obstructed from view by that duster like coat she had underneath the cloak. However that too was soon shed and she was left in a somewhat military style get up underneath. She debated taking off more, but decided that more could come off later if the situation called for it.
She reached out and took that hand before she'd suddenly twirl herself in towards Gypsy, getting close enough that she could have kissed her. Her eyes locked on Gypsy's, taking on those naughty and nice features with an appreciation for that beauty. Her own eyes dancing with a hidden flame. She gave a soft grin for a moment, allowing herself to sink into Gypsy's eyes for but an instant.
However, in the next moment she used Gypsy almost like a slingshot, and spun outward again and fell into a twirling spin till she was out on the dance floor. Rennia was aware of the other people in the room, but other people be damned! She was determined to have a good time. Without a pause, the demoness set into a dance, moving her body to the heart and soul of the song. Even as she twirled and bounced, she kept those intense eyes on Gypsy, waiting for her to come join in on the fun.
Rennia had seen many things in her lifetime. Music from ancient times, to the modern times. However, when rock and roll came out, she fell in love with it. The feel, the pulsing energy within it, the soul poured into it. It made her feel alive. Techno and rap never held a candle to rock in her mind, and that was just fine. She was an oldies girl after all. For once, Rennia found herself wishing she had been in something other than her heavy boots. She could dance well enough in them, but dancing wasn't what they were designed for.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 16, 2011 17:40:29 GMT -5
Gypsy's mouth dropped slightly as the wings spread, and the tail appeared. She couldn't help but take a small step back, to just take in the sheer size of her wing span. God, they were beautiful. Her mouth closed, and her eyes smiled as she grabbed her hand, and without missing a beat, Gypsy spun her into her. She looked down at her lips for a moment, before she was used as a slingshot.
Gypsy stood back, and watched her dance for a few moments, before her own body called to the music. She danced her way over to Rennia, and smiled. Gypsy smirked a little as she twirled and bounced with Rennia, the two doing some fairly cool moves. She had already guessed that Rennia was alot older then Gypsy was, and if Gypsy, at only 206, knew the dances that she knew, she guessed Rennia knew more. A lot more.
Gypsy was forced to agree that the boots were not the best for dancing, but they did the job. She grabbed her hand, and spun her in a circle, and ended the song with the classic swing move. The dip. She didn't know why, it had just seemed like the perfect way to end the song. She stood back up with her. She couldn't keep her eyes off those beautiful wings. She had a sudden vision of herself playing with those wings, the feathers.
She shook the images out of her head, and turned back to Rennia. She smiled when she raised that her hand was still in Rennia"s but she covered the awkward moment by starting another dance with her.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 16, 2011 18:06:45 GMT -5
The demoness grinned at Gypsy's initial reaction to the exposure of those twin red wings and tail. Admittedly she always enjoyed their expressions, be it intimidation or awe. Then again she liked her wings also. Not because she had them and others didn't, but because she found herself to be extraordinarily gifted to have such pretty wings. They did also prove to be quite useful.
Rennia's eyes followed Gypsy as she danced, and the demoness danced in turn. Part of her motions were in playful dance, but the other half were actually a dance of blades. Dancing, as silly as it might sound, did indeed have a place in combat in the days of old, and she brought it out in this more playful form of entertainment. Normally she would have likely had a those twin blades within her grip, slicing enemies open with her moves. But now, she was merely dancing to have a good time.
Despite having those massive wings behind her, she moved with ease, never once threatening to knock into someone with one of those feathered structures. Not that it would have likely hurt all to much, being feathery and all, even if they were stiff. In fact they were more of a help in her dancing than a hindrance. Every so often she'd give a beat of them, helping her to push off the ground, often when she did a leaping twirl. In most cases she'd land low, finishing off her spin before pushing herself back to a standing position. Her hips gyrated with the beat of the music, swaying back and fourth and causing her tail to shift this way and that in an entrancing display.
She reached her hand back out to the dancing Gypsy, reaching out to grasp her hand, and should she, the demoness would tug the other woman in closer to dance up against each other. Rennia wasn't afraid to be more than a little playful, and she wasn't too shy to let another's body brush up against her's in a dance. No, indeed the closer they got the more fun she generally had.
Even through song changes she would keep up, even so much as to entirely change the pace when the songs slowed down or sped up. Rennia proved truly to be at home with rock and roll, and she didn't hide any of that from Gypsy. Half way through a song, she grinned wickedly and spoke up, so that she could be heard over the music. "Does this answer your question?" Of course she was pretty sure it had, but she didn't specify which question to which she was referring...
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 28, 2011 20:07:29 GMT -5
Gypsy's body moved with the beat, as she first watched the other woman dance. Gypsy appreciated good taste, and Ren seemed to have just that. Gypsy didn't know exactly what she thought of Ren yet. She certainly liked the woman, but she just..didn't know. Gypsy watched as she danced around with those beautiful wings and didn't knock a single person over. Gypsy smiled at the grace and beauty the woman had.
Gypsy grabbed her hand, and spun in close to her. She looked up at her as she asked her question, and a pretty smile pulled her lips. It certainly did answer the question, but Gypsy was a tiny bit more interested in what being against Ren's body was doing to her own. Her heart would've probably skipped a beat, if her heart had beats to skip. She grinned wickedly, and danced with her through the end of the current song. Once it ended, she clapped a little, and looked at Rennia. She took her hand and kissed it lightly, like you might see in an olden days movie.
"You're a wonderful dancer, Rennia. Espically when you swing your hips and your tail swishes."
Gypsy had such an energy rush, she almost felt like a child who'd had too much sugar. She hopped off to the bar, and ordered two drinks. She hopped back over to Ren, and handed her a drink. She drowned half of hers, and glanced around the cafe. She then looked back at Ren. Smiling, her eyes took in all the details she'd missed due to initial surprise. Still, Gypsy couldn't help but sneak a few more looks at her breasts. She was a breast woman, sue me.
"So, we've been to a pop and rock club. Whatever shall we do next?"
She said the last with a fake cheesy accent, meant to get a laugh from Rennia. She sipped her drink now, more slowly, and reached for her pack of cifgarettes. After lighting one, her blue eyes scanned the floor once more, her scences waiting for any young blood. She smelt lots, but another smell was wrapping itself around her nostrils. She followed the scent to the right with her head, and realized the scent was coming from Rennia. It wasn't a..normal smell, per say. Well, thats a given since Rennia isn't normal. It wasn't the harsh smell Gypsy usually got from demons, it was...a pretty smell.
She tilted her head curiously at her, wondering why this demoness didn't have the harsh smell that the others had. Maybe she was a different kind of demon, a special kind. She was kind of determined to figure out why. She looked into her beautiful eyes again, and a small dopey smile worked its way across her mouth. When she realized this, she shook her head lightly, and sipped her drink again, waiting for an answer to her question.
(I'm really sorry it took me so long! It's been so crazy the last while )
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 28, 2011 21:31:13 GMT -5
Like some sort of predator who stalked through dancing, Rennia kept her eyes on Gypsy, swaying to the beat as she kept herself in fluid motion. Every once in a while her eyes would slowly close entirely as she let herself drown into the music, letting it flow through her and take over her senses. Rennia honestly couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun with someone she had just met. That in and of itself excited her all the more. She found it amazing she could find someone so exciting and hit it off just like that after all these years.
Once the song had ended the demoness turned to face Gypsy, giving a slight bow as she clapped, an honest bow that served to hide the faintest of blushes as the vampyre clapped. A millennium old and she still got embarrassed when people complimented her. "You'd not be the first to like my tail... by a long shot." That indeed was the truth. While it had been nearly two hundred years since she had ever shown her tail in real public, Rennia had lost count of how many times people had commented on it. Normally the comments were annoying and unwanted, but this time Rennia couldn't help but smile at the comment.
She took the drink and tipped her head back, taking it all in yet again. She could hold her liquor something fierce, what after almost a full bottle of vodka and several custom shots, the demoness still managed to move about without even the slightest signs of being intoxicated. She merely gave a slight grunt as it went down and bounced about on her heels. Of course she wasn't entirely unaware of what was going on around her. No, she knew where Gyspy's eyes had wandered but she wasn't about to deny her the view. In fact that bouncing she did probably accentuated the view quite nicely, and it took all she had to keep herself from smirking as she watched the woman.
Then Gypsy posed the question and Rennia did indeed laugh at the woman's faked accent. She already was at her limit and that pushed her right on over. She of course quickly covered her mouth afterwards. A sheepish smile pulling at the corner of her lips as she did. The woman then reached up to scratch at the back of her head. Ironically the next song on the air was a pink floyd tune, one that Rennia instantly recognized. "Learning to fly". Instantly the demoness began to sway her hips to the tune. The slow melody and the lyrics just caught her up so easily, to the point where she began to sing it for a moment before shaking her head as she cleared it to answer the woman's question.
"Where too next, hmmm... that's a good question. I admit I'm not much of a social butterfly... " She paused and looked back at her wings. "No pun intended of course. Hmmmm I don't suppose you're interested in firearms at all are you?" Rennia wasn't sure the woman was, but she had to ask of course, given what she had stored away in her coat. Rennia herself liked any form of ranged weapon, though her love was that of the Longbow, and ever since it came around, the sniper rifle. Sword and melee fighting took skill as well, she wasn't arrogant enough to believe otherwise, but there was something about hitting a small target from far away. Rennia zoned out for but a moment thinking about it before she snapped back, even before Gypsy could answer the question. She offered her a smile in apology.
It was only then that she noticed that Gypsy was examining her yet again, though this time she had tilted her head and had a look of curiosity upon her face. Rennia mirrored the glance with a tilted head of her own, followed by a growing smirk as she wiggled her fingers teasingly, not quite sure what the vampyre was curious about this time.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 28, 2011 22:34:49 GMT -5
Well. now Gypsy was in a pickle. She was undecided of either slowly seducing her...or just taking her home and getting right to it. She tapped her black nails against her pretty lips as she thought about it. her eyes looked at the clock across the room. 2:45. She still had a few hours before sunlight....and she liked slow seductions. And something about this one told Gypsy it wouldn't only be good...it'd be something Gypsy had never had before. Or would ever forget.
But what about that smell? It didn't bother her, it intrigued her. Her blue eyes watched her body move as "Learning to Fly" crept across the speakers, then she looked into Ren's eyes as she spoke, and she smiled gently at her. She wasn't much of a social butterfly. Gypsy could've guessed that. She didn't seem like the type who got out much. Gypsy smiled as she turned slightly pink and covered her mouth. Awwe . She smirked gently as Ren asked if she was interested in firearms. Gypsy let out a small, cute hmm, and looked at the clock again.
"I know how to use one." A smile slithered it's way onto her face as she answered the question, almost hesitantly. The truth was, Gypsy didn't like how loud they were. She didn't mind the idea of them, she just didn't like how much of a boom they created. She personally had a thing for knives, and throwing stars then anything. however, if Rennia wanted to go out to the firing range, that was A-okay with Gypsy.
She took a few more drags of her smoke before crushing it out, and tilting her head at Rennia. As the demoness mirrored the move, Gypsy quickly looked away, realizing she'd been caught. Now it was her turn to turn red. espically her ears. Every time she blushed, her ears went cherry red, which sucked her her since then everyone knew she was blushing. Which made her blush more. Dammit.
She covered it by covering her face with her glass as much as she could, and finishing the rest of her drink. She then threw the cup up and caught it before putting it down and looking, once more, into Rennia's eyes. She tilted her head again, though this time not in a curious manner. This time, it was with a lovely look in her eyes. She nodded her head towards the door, and held out her hand.
"Shall we?"
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2011 22:38:25 GMT -5 by Gypsy Winters
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 28, 2011 23:02:36 GMT -5
Two red brows hiked up as the woman gave a fairly neutral surprise. Rennia had honestly been expecting more disinterest than anything, but instead she got something between simple acceptance and slight interest. Rennia however was not surprised she knew how to use them, however, and she gave a soft chuckle in response.
Then Gypsy turned and blushed and Rennia couldn't help but smirk at the sight. A grin spread ear to ear as she watched those ears turn bright red. "Oooooooh Buuuuusted!" She snickered softly as she made the obvious even more obvious, teasing the poor vampyress further. "And what a cute blush too!"
"I know I'm terrible at being a girl aren't I? The little redhead interested in guns and cars. I can only imagine what men would think if they heard me say that. They'd probably get excited on themselves and make me laugh at them. Wouldn't that be a sight? Some poor fool falling head over heals for something he's not likely to stand a chance with. it's cute really." Rennia gave a chuckle before letting out a soft little sigh, shaking her head and smirking all the while. As mean as some might find her teasing, she couldn't help but find amusement in watching foolish boys getting their hopes up with her, only to be crushed when they found out she wasn't interested. Though she actually did it more to those who didn't stand a chance then to those who did. All it required was a little bit of intelligence, which Rennia could tell Gypsy had. Maybe that was why she liked her......
"It's been awhile since I've partied. Either been too busy or haven't really found anyone worth partying with. I spend most of my time working or alone on the firing range or in the garage." She rubbed at the back of her head again as she thought. "So, yeah it's harder than I thought to think of something to do together.... Well I suppose watching movies is something I still like, though it's a bit harder to find a theater in Russia where the movies are in English."
Rennia couldn't help but smile. She didn't know why but this woman was bringing the fun out in her and it was just... wonderful. Too often had she found herself being serious around others, and being off alone when she did something just for enjoyment. She did enjoy the peace and quiet when she was left to work on that '67 stingray of hers, tweaking it to get the most out of that bored out three fifty. The roar of the engine when she opened it up was just amazing, and the responsiveness of it blew her mind.
But now here she was, laughing, singing, playing, and dancing with a near total stranger, as if she had known her for years. As a trained killer, of course part of her was still on alert for a trap, but something about Gypsy put that at ease, even if only a little. Perhaps Rennia was simply glad to be in the company of another where she wasn't really afraid to be herself. It had been a long time since she'd been able to do that, and she wasn't looking forward to ending it any time soon.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Sept 29, 2011 12:04:56 GMT -5
When Rennia busted her, and said her blush was cute....the tips of her ears glowed almost like a cigarette cherry. She lowered her eyes, and smiled gently. She then looked back up as Rennia spoke. Gypsy, too, knew the pleasures of making men, or women, fall for her, then smacking them down. She let out a soft laugh, then ran her tiny fingers through her long blonde hair.
"I'll let you in on a secret. I suck at being a girl. I've got the pretty part down, if I do say so myself, but the rest of it escapes me."
Gypsy never really had many female friends, even when her heart had still beat. She had always hung out more with guys. Guys were just simpler then women, and she didn't care what anyone said. Guys were much less drama then females. She'd known that truth for a long while. She looked up again as Rennia mentioned movies. Then she agreed with her. Buuttt....
"I have an hotel room near the river. I brought English movies if you'd like to check them out after the range. Or we could just go jam. Whatever works."
Gypsy had not only brought her favorite movies, she'd also brought her guitar, amp, and a small drum kit that could be folded into a suitcase. It was just big enough for Gypsy. She had a much bigger one in her Canadian apartment, but she had her carry around kit. Once or twice, she liked to dress up like an homeless person, and play on the streets for money. She wasn't homeless nor poor, she just liked to see who would fall for it. The only people she would never take money from is pregnant women, or mothers with young babies.
She drew herself back from the thought, and turned her attention back to Rennia. It was cool that she'd found someone who not only knew what she was, she'd found a person she could leave for a moment or two and have a happy meal on legs. Gypsy often spent her time alone. Yes, she liked the bars, and yes she liked to dance. But it wasn't often that Gypsy talked to anyone for more then maybe five minutes.
The vamprye cracked a smile as Rennia said "With Pleasure, Dear Gypsy", which turned Gypsy again into a light shade of pink. She took her hand, and walked towards the entrance of the club. She pulled on her coat, and guitar, and stood at the entrance, waiting for Rennia to do the same.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Sept 29, 2011 15:15:06 GMT -5
Gypsy was turning out to be more and more like Rennia, and the demoness couldn't help but chuckle as those words came out of her mouth. Rennia could agree that men were far less prone to drama then females were. Now that she thought about it, she also had more male friends than female friends. Though they were simply that, friends. Ren hadn't been serious with men for a long time. Most of the time because she was disinterested in how men reacted over women most of the time. A few times, however, she hadn't let herself fall for a particularly respectable man. She had her reasons of course.
"Well it would seem we are in luck then, wouldn't it? Nothing like a good movie to top off a good night no?"
With that she grasped Gypsy's hand as the vampyress reached out for hers, and she laughed as she was tugged along for the first few moments before she set her stride behind the other woman. When they reached the door, Rennia went through the process of pulling on that light duster she had over her military fashioned outfit, and then pulled on the cloak that hid her wings. Once she had done that, she pulled on that white parka and closed it up, giving a twirl as she finished almost as quickly as Gypsy had.
Then it was her turn to step out the door, spinning around to wait for Gypsy to follow suit before she gave a soft laugh and set into a slow, playful run down the street, looking over her shoulder to see if Gypsy would follow suit. For now they'd head to the firing range, Ren was curious to see just how well Gypsy 'knew how to fire' them.
The winter air left her excited, something about the cold, thick air that entered her hot lungs gave her a burst of energy. When she got a good ways down the street she turned around to see if Gypsy was keeping up. Then she reached into a nearby snowbank, picking up a clump of snow before squishing it into a round ball. She then launched it towards Gypsy, aiming no higher than the chest so that she didn't hit her face. Rennia kept backing up slowly, a smirk on her face as she watched Gypsy's reaction.
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. She smirked gently as Ren asked if she was interested in firearms. Gypsy let out a small, cute hmm, and looked at the clock again.