Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 24, 2014 19:03:05 GMT -5
"Shot through the heart, and you're to blame!"
"Darlin'you give love a bad name."
He strolled in soberly, looking for a drink and to blow off some steam. His eyes moved around the room as the song blazed through the area. It was a large place and yet there were little space to move around. The DJ to the night club he waltzed in had the music blarring in the ears of everyone inside. People who actually wanted to talk needed to yell louder than the music or write down certain things on a piece of paper. Marcus enjoyed watching the brutes scream into the ears of others. Everything about this bar was enjoyable to him. The population, the music, the struggle of the bartenders. He found it all entertaining, though he would have join in if his mind wasn't pissed and looking for trouble.
But trouble was not a good thing to look for now was it? If a daemon started something then there would definitely be consequences. Everything he has ever done resulted from nothing but consequences. He had escaped many of those consequences before by blind dumb luck and improvising, but he was starting to think more now. About situations and about how to escape alive. He was no longer that dumb ass assassin that got stabbed in the back because his guard dropped. No, he was a dub ass mercenary that went to night clubs to get wasted.
He moved to the bar nodding his head to the music. There was no blade on the daemons back today. Mostly because he would be dead if the cops spotted him with one, and he didn't want to deal with them. Unfortunately, that wouldn't be enough. Trouble had its way of finding Marcus no matter where he went. And it would definitely find him if he began drinking. A drunk Marcus was never a good Marcus to be around. And as said before, his main goal was to get wasted. So this night would be nothing but a horrid memory for what ever was left of him in the mourning.
"An angels smile. Is what you sell. You promise me heaven then put me through hell."
"Chains of love, got a hold on me. When passion's a prison you can't break free."
His butt laid planted in a stool in an area where the others only came to bother the bartender. Most where dancing, eating, or making out in corners. 'Nothing like drinking and having sexing in a bar. Just like the night in east.' His eyes ran down to the thought. "Yo bartender, a drink!" His mouth then called out, distracting his brain. That's right, tonight was not a night to turn into a baby and cry about old events. Well... No night was but not especially this night. Tonight he was going to gather the hate, anger, fear, sadness, and lock it inside a box deep within himself. Tonight he was going to be young, just like everyone else in this sex club, and enjoy living! "Bartender! I said give me a damn drink!" Everyone cheered with him being tired of the drink mixer moving slow.
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2014 19:05:58 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Flight/Wings
Mesmerize
Aura of Fear
Beast Call
Blanket of Darkness
Control Storms
Electricity Control
Earthquake
Light Heal
Morph
Pain Synthesize
Phasing
Poison
Pyromania
Sixth Sense
Shackled
Skimming
Teleportation
Voice Cover
Water Control
A stunning redhead slunk up beside the man screaming for a ‘damned drink’ at the bar. She was like nothing else in the bar, a higher class of sexually deviant woman in material that barely covered her busty figure. She was a goddess of pearly skin and fire-lit hair. With smoky made up eyes and the most stunning sparkling blue eyes, Danni was a woman that drew attention wherever she went and however she went about it. She walked with a magnetic sway in her step, her feet tied into high laced heels that gave her butt the most incredible of peachy curves. And as she pushed her rounded, heavy bust of hers out there wasn’t a man in the room that would think straight; no their thoughts would go to burying their heads in those soft, pink cushions. She was a creature created for this sin.
All of Leta’s facades were created for a purpose. She wasn’t crazy, she didn’t have a split personality disorder, but she managed to wear masks and illusions, shape shifting into five (at the moment) different female forms and one of a rather feminine man. She moved each of these facades like puppets. They had their own personalities, their own likes and dislikes, their own sense of fun and fury. And while they all held a little bit of Leta inside them, she donned these puppets like clothes. Very few people had seen Leta’s true face, she could think of two to date and both those people were from the godly world.
She pressed herself against the bar beside the raging man, who had yet to get the bartenders attention. Naturally, the bartender turned to the man who was making an effort to shout over the music and then noticed Danni beside him. He gave a goofy smile, and started walking towards them. Danni leant in a little, her mouth bow shaped, cherry lips just a breath apart and smiled back. The poor boy moved like a zombie to this vision of beauty and she winked at him, leaning in to whisper her order in his ear. Which, of course, he rushed off to get.
Scurrying around behind the bar, she watched the man moving, then smiled and blew him a kiss as he placed two bottles on the counter. One a beer, the other a fruity mix. Danni didn’t go for her purse, didn’t even make an attempt to pay, just left the beer in place for the man who had been raging about a ‘damned drink’ and took the fruity bottle for herself, sipping it, she flipped a curly strand of red hair over her shoulder, watching.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2014 11:06:17 GMT -5 by Leta Raz Hades
A girl standing just above five foot made her way through the bar, squeezing her way right between two strangers, one of them being Marcus. "Excuse me!" she yelled over to the bartender. Tonight Ella was wearing a short but not tight little sleeveless dress with matching socks reaching to just above her knees, finishing her outfit with little ankle boots she had just bought for this occasion. She was now on the opposite side of Marcus, making him right between her and the hot redhead.
The man behind the bar approached her and gave her look. "Are you even old enough to drink?" She was cute for sure, but looked like she could be jail bait. Ella rolled her eyes. She got that a lot. "Dude, I'm 25." It was too busy for him to try to argue with her, so he brought her the alcohol she wanted. Of course she left him a nice tip for serving her before everyone else that had been waiting. It was one of the benefits of being this damn adorable.
She glanced around the room drink in hand. Ella was unintentionally rubbing against Marcus and the other stranger. It seemed like he was enjoying it, and already drunk. He tried to reach up her dress but instead of making a scene and destroying the stupid human, she said "I'm with him" wrapping her delicate arms around Marcus in hopes he would play along. Ella looked at the redhead and lipped "Sorry!" to her if she seen, assuming the two were a couple.
The other man left her alone surprisingly and the curly haired girl went back to enjoying her drink.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2014 11:02:59 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 25, 2014 17:02:21 GMT -5
People gathering for the sole purpose of purchasing and consuming liquor all whilst socializing or finding a dark corner to be alone in. That was the entire point of a bar. Contemplating on the subject made it hard to understand why anyone would want to do it. Alcohol was a man made toxin that was consumed for the joy of it. It created an effect on the brain that was considered desirable, but often bore consequences. It killed braincells and impaired judgement. That impaired judgement often created messes further on down the line, like when someone decided to drink and then drive a motor vehicle afterward and end up wrecking it. Of course, it was understood that society as a whole tended to have self destructive habits.
On this particular evening, glasses clattered together and the loud murmur of dozens of people talking amongst themselves filled any gap between the notes of the music being played at the bar. Here and there there were groups of people and loners alike, all ordering drinks from an apparently slow bartender. Well, perhaps it was more the people being impatient and rowdy than the bartender being particularly slow. A yell for a drink could be heard coming from a particularly loud individual who caught the bartender's attention for the split moment following his yell before the attractive woman beside the impatient male stole the attention away.
The back door of the bar opened and from it stepped a large, bald man. Dressed in a tight black tank top that seemed stretched over his frame, as well as a pair of loose fitting (but properly held in place) pants that were a dark grey in color. The bald man was clearly well built, sporting arms more like trunks than limbs. While not all veined like some more extreme examples, it was not beyond doubt that the man could mess just about anyone's day up. His chest and abs were equally well built up as his overly tight shirt displayed quite nicely. Completing the look was a shaved head and a face that was somewhat intimidating even if it put on a friendly expression.
The man swung a dishtowel that he had been holding in his hand, over his shoulder where it would come to rest as he walked over to the bartender and spoke to him."They givin' you trouble?" The question was spoken softly, likely going unheard over the loud music, but was firm. It gave room for no nonsense. The bartender tried to brush it off but the man simply held up a hand and proceeded down the bar towards the trio, putting on a warm smile as he stopped in front of them. The man reached behind the counter and pulled forth a few glasses and filled them with liquor from the tap whilst watching the trio. Once they were full he'd set them on the counter top. After the last one was filled he'd begin flicking them down the counter towards different patrons who had yet to get their drinks. Still his eyes never left the trio. "Busy night, isn't it?"
The man's gaze focused on Danni and let his smile grow a tiny bit wider. Those eyes ran up and down what he could see of the woman from over the counter for a moment before looking to the other two. It was the only recognition he would offer Danni for the moment. He knew well enough that she was playing another one of her games, and for the moment he was not going to risk letting either of the other two know he was familiar with her, lest it tip her hand. If she wanted it known he would let her be the one to reveal it.
He set his forearms on the counter and leaned against them, shifting his upper body slightly closer to the trio as he gave them a look over.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 25, 2014 23:06:09 GMT -5
Red. That was all he could see from the corner of his eyes. As he turned his head slowly he noticed what could only be described as sheer beauty. The size of this woman's butt was incredible! Marcus couldn't hold himself back from starring at it. For the first time ever a females ass looked so delicious that he was forced to raise one brow. Normally he would raise two to women, never being able to raise one by himself, but this time it was one. That means she must have been one alluring woman.
His eyes closed trying not to be hypnotized by her wear. They opened slowly, still centered on that beautiful rear, and slowly moved the vision from her buttocks, to her thighs, then to her stomach, resting a little while on her breast, before slowly stopping at her face. She was definitely the one that drove all the men's attention from what ever jealous girl they brought with them. A creature created solely for the purpose of lust. When she walked, the whole world stop turning to stare at her, and Marcus would most definitely do the same. He wouldn't be a man if he didn't.
But the real question that he should ask himself was if he was going to fall into this females trap. She was most definitely a promiscuous woman. Moving from man to man forcing them to play her little game of dog and cat. Where the male would be the dog chasing after the pu- cat until its paws bled and its bones broke. He had been with many woman who shook their ass and flashed their breast until his wallet was sucked dry. Would he be willing to work his coin purse off just to get this one.
"Shot through the heart, and your to blame."
"You give love, a bad name."
The song tone of the music intensified in tempo, expressing rage and love lust for Marcus. Just the perfect song to describe this woman. Worse than a gold digger, a heart breaker that will leave him genitals deep in misery. Common sense told him to leave, but something else told him to stay.
"I play my part, and you play your game!"
"You give love, a bad name."
"Bad name."
His hands moved towards the glass of beer and took a good whiff of what it contained before chugging the whole thing down. His eyes never left hers. The moments when he wasn't looking at her he was paying attention to her voluptuous back bottom. He took a moment before turning his stool to where his chest faced the crowed of people dancing or resting near booths. They were all enjoying the symphonies of Bon Jovi, and so was he. He was a fan of all form of music but rock was his favorite. It described him in certain ways unknown to even to himself. The music was probably the only thing that he allowed to touch his soul other than a certain beauty that was no longer with him. Sadly.
His one arm slowly moved over to where the luscious female stayed. He watched for a reaction. Did she like that his fingers where getting close to her, Did she give an expression that said 'move away before I cut you,' Or did she give an amused smile that allowed him to do what ever he wanted to test the type of man he was? If what he saw was good and did not mean that he was going to die, then he would move further. His arms would reach over to her informally, his fingers would move as though he was reaching in between her legs. But he wasn't. His fingers would move up, sliding as though it felt the smooth texture of a wall, before making it to her chin. If she was still sane at the point and she did not make his senses go crazy then he would allow the tip of his fore finger to gently touch the bottom skin of her jaw. It would feel as though a soft feather was tickling her, teasing with her to see if she enjoyed the type of game he played. It wouldn't play with a part of her body for long, only enough time to beckon her to turn his way so he could lean in to whisper softly into her ear. "You're going to have to do more than catching the glimpse of a horny bartender to get me to pay for your drinks, if that is what you want. And if you want a man to notice you, I would suggest catching the attention of the younger guys. From your looks they would worship you as a god. Probably kill their family members for your sake," Were the words he would say if, and only if, his life was not in danger.
He would give a smile and a wink to her then move back to his seat. One crazy redhead was enough, two more and Marcus would be driven insane.
Just when he would think that the crazy women would stop showing up, out of nowhere popped another young, EXTREMELY young, looking one. She was short and cute. She looked almost Asian yet had that American accent. So either she was a yellow (As the Americans called Asian men and women), or mixed. Unlike the one that he was sitting next to, this one had little to no sex appeal. She was small.... That was all he could think about her. She had a doll like face, pretty enough for most lolicon men to enjoy, but Marcus attention only lasted on the sexy ones, not the kids.
There was another man that the daemon noticed among this group. His hands started to play with the girls dress, lifting it up so he could get a good feel of her bottom. The mans action broke when she wrapped her arms around the already pissed off daemon. Marcus gave a confused look to her before taking a deep sigh.
''Always the protector.'
His arm that was adjacent to the one he had used, or didn't if the red head proved crazy, to play with the robust bottom woman moved towards the mans body. His fingers had a firm grip of the mans black V-neck. With a show of power Marcus moved the mans entire body towards his location. The man would look as though he was floating on air before landing next to the pissed off daemons body. "That's fucking right. And the next time your hand goes anywhere near her, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU WOULD NEVER THINK, TOUCH, SEE, OR BE ABLE TO STAND YOUR FUCKING PENIS TO ANOTHER WOMAN EVER AGAIN!" His voice represented anger, power, and a lust for blood.
Though he wanted trouble, he didn't want to face the consequences of it. So he released the man, who walked away rather surprised, but not scared. No, the scared part would be when the man would find the courage to walk back and grab Marcus shoulder. The man had muscles so of course Marcus would have to deal with a brute wanting a fight. But the brute did not push the situation further. Instead the brute eyes reverted to terror. He looked around at everyone who was still dancing to another song that was playing. Only few noticed the altercation and those that did looked away. The man would stare at every single human being in the bar with nothing but fear before running out, roughly shoving others out the way, and screaming in horror.
When the man was gone, Marcus would close his eyes once again and try to lock that event out of his head. He would then look at the girl who he was next to, the young one, and he would smile at her then move to whisper into her ears, not wanting to yell over the loud music and strain his voice. "Honey. Next time bring a man with you to do those type of things, and leave the one with the hoods alone." His fingers would go to the hood that he was wearing all the while his voice would sound as though he was condescending her.
Marcus would then turn around to call for the bartender, but notice a slightly muscular man in front of him, different from the horny one before. The first thoughts to come to Marcus mind would be, 'Nice hair,' followed with, 'why the heck didn't she make him her boyfriend? One look from this guy and no contestant for his woman would be in sight.'
"May I get another beer. And a fruit mixer for the gorgeous red head." He gave a look to the woman before looking back towards the large male. "Make it taste fantastic, she looks like she deserves the best."
Flight/Wings
Mesmerize
Aura of Fear
Beast Call
Blanket of Darkness
Control Storms
Electricity Control
Earthquake
Light Heal
Morph
Pain Synthesize
Phasing
Poison
Pyromania
Sixth Sense
Shackled
Skimming
Teleportation
Voice Cover
Water Control
Danni leant against the bar a little, her elbows on the surface as she watched the bartender put down the beer and fruity cocktail that she had ordered. It was a shame that it came out of bottle, they always tasted better freshly made, but a place that boasted Bon Jovi as their highlight in music wasn’t going to know how to mix a good cocktail, was it. Any bar that liked the harsh squeak of a guitar wasn’t one that spent time smoothing its way to a beautifully shaken cocktail. So the bottled liquid would have to do. She brought it to her mouth, sipping it delicately, keeping the bottle in her hand as she surveyed the bar.
Her eyes, still following her bartender friend, turned on the girl as she wrapped her arms around the companion next to her. Danni, over the sound of the music, wasn’t completely sure what was going on but it appeared the girl was shying away from unwanted attention and trying to use a complete stranger as a cover. How pathetic. The girl wasn’t worth her piece in the game Danni had planned for the evening. Either the girl would have to earn her salt and become a little more interesting to our Killer Queen, or she would get ignored in what came next. As the girl mouthed ‘sorry’ towards Danni, her lips curved up into a cat-like smirk and she winked at the woman. It wasn’t clear if she was playfully giving her permission for her actions, or if she was merely acknowledging that the girl was using her body to get herself out of a situation where her body had gotten her in trouble.
Still, she turned away, her head guided by the stranger who she’d done a favour. As far as she was concerned, he’d been struggling to get a drink and she had solved that problem for him. He overstepped his licence and touched his fingers to her chin and that what when she really paid any attention to his movement. After all, she meant nothing to him, the worm. But she let him guide her head and let him lean in to speak in her ear over the music.
"You're going to have to do more than catching the glimpse of a horny bartender to get me to pay for your drinks, if that is what you want. And if you want a man to notice you, I would suggest catching the attention of the younger guys. From your looks they would worship you as a god. Probably kill their family members for your sake,"
Danni just gave a smile at him, he didn’t realise the danger he was in as he spoke to her, as he caught her attention for all the wrong reasons. She hadn’t asked him to pay for the drinks and she hadn’t asked for his attention and yet he felt the need to give her a self-righteous speech? Couldn’t he have simply thanked her for getting him his ‘damned drink’ that he kept shouting about? That, well, the words he spoke in her ear may have just signed his death warrant. Danni wasn’t sure yet. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at him, letting him draw away a little bit and she blew him a kiss. Pressing her plush lips to the tips of her fingers before flattening them and, with that oval mouth of hers, blowing gently on her hands. The wicked look in her eyes unreadable to those who didn’t know her, but marked him to her now.
She would teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
Those crystal blue eyes came around to the bar once more as movement gathered behind it. Of course she recognised the man there and in this skin she had shared his bed numerous times on only a few occasions. It was a cat-dog thing, for sure. But Danni made no mention towards him and wasn’t going to give him up yet. It was important to her, if she was going to cause a little fun this evening, to ensure she worked out just which side he was one. She knew he liked a little fun, hadn’t they had fun with the roller-blader? But she wasn’t yet, sure of his mood and that alone made her eyes trickle down over that fine specimen of a frame he owned. She wet her lips, not hiding her arousal at his bulky muscles. Danni had a thing for a pair of solid arms.
Distracted from his arms as the fight broke out, Danni pressed herself away from the struggling man. Those eyes of her never came away from the fight but she did nothing to interrupt it or break it up. Her opinion of her mark depleted with each movement that he made. He was stupid, careless and, despite his puffed up believe, this goddess thought him to be weak. Unlike the humans that looked away as this creature’s gaze fell upon them, Danni watched openly. He had given away to her that he wasn’t a human and that, well, it made the game all the tastier.
She glanced to the man behind the bar, almost as if she was seeking his permission, the n she watched the daemon approach her once more, realigning a coy expression to her face and smiling at him, fluttering her lashes as if she was impressed. It was true enough that she liked a bad boy, after all.
"May I get another beer. And a fruit mixer for the gorgeous red head."
His previous advice moot as he bought her the drink, and she fluttered her figure at him like a femme fatal, delicately reaching out to run her fingers over his shoulder as she pressed herself into his side.
"Make it taste fantastic, she looks like she deserves the best."
“Well now, don’t you know how to treat a woman?” She purred, loud enough over the music but low enough to be considered deviant to her intentions. “Tell me, do you know how to treat a girl all night, or just for a drink?” The words were dirty, but he was pumped up on testosterone and adrenaline, so she had no fear of him understanding her meaning. As her fingers wandered over his shoulders she brushed a little magic into them, slowly of course, she didn’t want it to be detected yet, and she unleashed her poison onto him. While her mouth promised him heaven, her touch would slowly put him through hell - wasn't that just perfect?
Last Edit: Aug 27, 2014 1:22:19 GMT -5 by Leta Raz Hades
Post by Varik Cendrillion on Aug 27, 2014 12:43:24 GMT -5
The loud music and chatter of people filled the room. It wasn't a half decent place, the crowd had a good mix of people even some the angel recognized. Varik sat in the far corner of bar watching events unfold. He recognized Marcus as soon as he'd stepped into bar, and it seemed like he was getting more than his share of attention from the ladies tonight; especially one in particular. He couldn't place it but Varik could swear he'd seen the lustful creature before he just couldn't place where. "You'd think that you'd remember a girl like that" he chuckled to himself. Her long flowing red hair, the knockout figure, dazzling eyes, and not to mention that coy smile.
Varik went to take another swig of his drink only to find the bottle empty. It seemed like they filled these bottles up less and less each year. Sighing he rose from his chair and made the dreadful walk back to the bar, to buy another drink. As he approached the bar he noticed a quarrel breaking out and who was at the center of it.... "Marcus must be drunk" he shook his head. It took a minute to realize that despite being intoxicated Marcus was defending a girl; he debated for a moment wether or not to join in but he thought Marcus was just as likely to hit him as the other guy was. He then turned his attention back to bar to get his drink.
Sliding in between two ladies at the bar "Can I get a get a Corona" he shouted towards the bartender. The man had won ping willows for arms, and seemed like he could take a hit from a train. As he waited for his drink he looked for the outcome of the small brawl. It'd seemed Marcus had won and the foxy red head was even further interested in him.
So the hooded man scared off the big bad drunk man for her. Of course he had to treat her like a child afterwords and suggested she should bring another man along. Ella rolled her eyes. They were all the same and most were nothing but trouble. "Maybe next time you won't act like an ass. Then maybe I'll think about repaying the favor by saving you someday." She said with a wink.
Ella finished off her drink rather quickly and turned around towards the bar again. There was a different guy now. A big beefy man who looked like he could snap the tiny girl in half. "Look at those arms! Can I get another drink please?" She'd wait until someone came with it and pay them. "I haven't seen you here before." She said to the bald man. Not like she came here every night but on and off for about a month now.
Post by Locutus Ferox on Aug 28, 2014 22:48:29 GMT -5
The bald man pushed back off the bar just in time for the hothead to start something with the man who had been messing with the girl. His arms came up to either side and he gave a 'what the heck' type expression at the man while his back was turned dealing with the other guy. During the scuffle he'd give Danni a shrug. At this point he didn't care what she did to this guy, being as he had drawn attention of the rest of the bar in an unfavorable way. By the time Marcus would turn back around the man would have dropped his arms and would be shaking his head side to side. The facial expression read clear disapproval of the man's brash actions.
As things settled down another individual had wandered up from the corner he had been nestled in and found himself a spot amongst the growing crowd. The requested Corona was retrieved first and bottle and napkin were set on the counter and slid across. Then Locutus's gaze fell upon Marcus as he spoke up. The man wandered down the counter and went about putting together a quick drink before meandering his way back over and setting it in front of Danni."For the Lady."
As he was about to turn to address Marcus's drink he caught the statement from the woman. Locutus gave a chuckle and proceeded to get the woman her drink before setting it in front of her as she'd done the last two. "I usually run security 'round here."Of course it was sort of a half-lie, but it was a believable one. People of his build made great bouncers and he had in fact done some 'bouncing' recently.
Finally Locutus grabbed a bottle and slowly stepped back in front of Marcus. He set the drink down on the bar opposite of Marcus and leaned down behind it as he had before. Of course Marcus could reach across and grab for it if he wanted to, though he would likely get more than he bargained for if he did."Kid, I don't know if you're looking for trouble, or just have an attitude problem, but if you keep at it, you're gonna find trouble in all the wrong places, ya dig me? We don't need you scaring off paying customers with your mouth or your fancy displays. I for one won't tolerate it. You also need to work on your approach with the ladies. They're not made of glass but you're not gonna win any favors by being a little bitch to them, especially when you keep staring at the fine lady's ass. I suggest you chill out."
With that, the man would slide the bottle across the counter towards the man and push himself off the counter again. "You're lucky I don't make you pay for the drinks that weren't paid for when the customers left. Don't push your luck."
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 28, 2014 23:45:05 GMT -5
'Too much.' His eyes moved from character to character as the room was scanned. 'Too much.' Though his main attraction for the red head woman was what made him keep his eyes on her while he searched. Not sexual. He did not move frantically nor looked suffocated by the amount of characters surrounding him, even though he was starting to hate his situation. He wanted a drink. He didn't want a female getting it for him or giving her a little bit of his attention. He didn't want to start a 'fight,' though what he did was nowhere near what his definition of a fight was. And he especially did not want a man giving him one on one advise on how he had to run his life. Marcus eyes closed one more time, a deep breath being his only sound, as he listened to the overbearing words of every one in this bar who addressed him.
First the mans.
"Kid, I don't know if you're looking for trouble, or just have an attitude problem, but if you keep at it, you're gonna find trouble in all the wrong places, ya dig me? We don't need you scaring off paying customers with your mouth or your fancy displays. I for one won't tolerate it. You also need to work on your approach with the ladies. They're not made of glass but you're not gonna win any favors by being a little bitch to them, especially when you keep staring at the fine lady's ass. I suggest you chill out."
Then the little girls.
"Maybe next time you won't act like an ass. Then maybe I'll think about repaying the favor by saving you someday."
Then the seductive red head.
“Well now, don’t you know how to treat a woman? Tell me, do you know how to treat a girl all night, or just for a drink?”
~Ping~
His senses went off as the female began reaching over, her words being a seductive sign while his brains played the warning. No matter how the woman would try to approach him, his senses warned of danger and it screamed when ever she came close. Before she could get her hands on him she would find that his stool was moving away from her. Though if he was too slow then the tip of her finger would touch nothing. His eyes would look at the bald man, serious and unnerved by everything that was going on. The daemons eyes would then settle on the red heads fingers before moving up to her face. "Sadly there is someone else for me, so I am not interested. Please don't try to touch me again. This drink was just an apology for treating you horribly and a thanks for getting me a drink. I appreciated it-" He would pause for her name, but not wait for her too long as he would soon talk to the man who gave Marcus the courtesy of advise. "Thanks for the talk." He then pulled out a hundred. "This should cover my, the red heads and the other guys tab." He then pulls out another hundred showing it to the man again. "And this should cover what ever happens next. Because most likely, something is going to happen. Something always happens."
He would not reach for the drink, actually he did not feel the need to drink anymore. Mainly because a crazy bitch was standing, or sitting, next to him. Though a drink was his goal, trouble came first.
Flight/Wings
Mesmerize
Aura of Fear
Beast Call
Blanket of Darkness
Control Storms
Electricity Control
Earthquake
Light Heal
Morph
Pain Synthesize
Phasing
Poison
Pyromania
Sixth Sense
Shackled
Skimming
Teleportation
Voice Cover
Water Control
It was more than a little bit disappointing that he dodged a bullet. But he backed away from her feline touch like a baby scrabbling away from a stranger. That, at least, provided her with a little interest. The truth was, Danni was here to cause trouble and she didn’t really care who was the target.
Of course, the more this fella made an ass of himself the more she wanted to twist him under her spell and knot him up so badly that his insides contorted and oozed blood. She wet her lips and gave him a pretty little smile as he backed off so he was out of her reach. She just eyed him like a cat eyeing a yellow bird; only she was much more dangerous than a house-hold pet and as he blew her off and flashed his cash…it was enough for her to want him dead.
Her eyes went to Locuts behind the bar, those beautiful blue eyes glanced to him with clear questioning now; was he up for a little bit of mischief or would he try to stop her? She hadn’t seen him since she’d chased down her rumour mill, she hadn’t seen him since he’d wrapped those big strong arms around her. Her Lord of Nature liked Danni’s appeal, it brought out the beast in him. Her eyes trickled over him in heated appreciation before she reached for her drink and sipped it again.
Then her attention moved away. She was patience. The daemon was guarded, perhaps there would be another way to get at him, another way to catch him in a trap. Her eyes trickled to the girl and she thoughtfully observed her, then they ran further along the bar to the other man.
An idea struck her, though it wasn’t a noble thought.
Danni ran her fingers through her hair, ruffling the red out around her shoulders and kicked off her amazingly high heels. As the next song filled the room and the dancing around them seemed to get back to normal, she climbed onto her seat, standing from there onto the bar. Would she be stopped? If she wasn’t hot, if she didn’t get the blood of men pumping she probably would. From atop the polished wood surface, the woman moved in her hypnotic dance, stealing a bottle of liquor and pouring out shots along the top of the bar; making a sticky, lovely mess. “He said he was paying-“ She said innocently, still pretending not to know the barman as she swayed to the girl offering her an open palm and a wink. “Come join me up here, girlfriend.”
Post by Varik Cendrillion on Aug 31, 2014 15:59:04 GMT -5
"Thanks" he gave the bartender a nod. He thought the guy should be working the front door instead of the bar, but hey it wasn't his club. He brought the corona to his lips taking a swig: enjoying the slight tingle as it hit his tongue. Leaning up against the bar he turned his attention back to Marcus and the stunning red head. It seemed Marcus was being his normal self: until he seemed to give her a gesture to back off. That didn't seem to resonate well with her; Varik assumed she was a girl used to getting what she wanted. She definetley had the looks to wrap any man around her delicate finger.
As Marcus backed away, Varik noticed her almost puppy dog pout turn into a look he was all to familiar with. She was plotting something, like a spider weaving her Web trying to ensnare a flie. It seemed she took a quick survey of the bar; scanning for any "tools" for her plan. The look in her eye was not that of an airhead seeking revenge: it was that of a calm collect strategiat.Running his finger through his tousled hair "Marcus can't you just be nice for one night".
It seemed that woman had settled on a plan and was making her move. She sashayed her way over to the bar; drawing every man's attention to her. Once there she exchanged a brief glance with the bartender, as if asking permission for something. What happened next took Varik by surprise: she stepped up on the bar and began to dance. If you'd some how missed her before it was impossible now. Varik stared for a brief moment mesmerized by the seductive sway of her body. It was almost as if there was a magic aura about this woman.
His gaze was broken when the red head reached out for another girl at the bar. "Ella ?!" Varik thought to himself. He knew her from a quest so to speak and was protective of her like a little sister. Varik made his way through the crowd that had gathered and put his hand on Ella's shoulder to get her attention. "Ella can I have a word with you" he looked the red head in the eye with a look of back off.
Ella smiled to the handsome beefy man behind the bar. "Oh yeah you totally look more like the mean security type." The girl would have continued to chat with the strong man if he wasn't busy, but the man next to her practically backed his stool up and over her. She turned to look at the back of his head almost in her face. Ella gave him a look as if saying "what the hell dude" before moving backwards herself to have some personal space. He appeared to be backing away from the hot redhead woman. But why? Maybe he was getting too touchy or something.
The red haired woman sure knew how to have fun. She hopped right onto the bar and offered her hand out to Ella. She was about to join her when she felt a tap on her shoulder. The girl turned to look. "Varik!?" She hugged him out of excitement. "What are you doing here?" He asked to speak to her, so she nodded and turned to the woman on the bar. "Sorry, I will be back." Ella didn't see Varik give her a warning look. She walked away from the bar to the wall so they could talk. "How are things?" She seen he was concerned about something. "What's wrong?" Her voice sounded worried now.
Post by Tursac Fescarn on Sept 2, 2014 18:57:19 GMT -5
This city wasn't his favorite place to put into port but it was the closest one from where he had been fishing. He decided to take a night off and see if he could sell any of the large catch in the local markets that lined the streets near the harbor during the day. For now, with his ship properly moored and paid for the day, took a taxi through the town, preferring not to drive in this hellish city. The people were always so vicious when it came to city driving and he wanted no part of it. He watched the streets go by as he talked with he cabbie about any good places for a drink at a modest price. "I jes want a place ta get a good drink" he told the man behind the wheel who took him to a rather noisy club that was playing some rather loud music. "It's only fer the night" he tells himself and, after paying the cab driver, made his way inside.
If the music was loud on the outside of the building, it was deafening on the inside. He takes some wax that he used for spear fishing and put some in his ear, the sound dropping off to an acceptable level. With a sign of relief he makes his way inside, trying to find a place that wasn't crowded by the throngs of intoxicated dancers. He caught sight of some rather impressive looking people, from a smoking hot red head, to a rather muscular bartender behind the counter. The woman on the counter seemed to be rather drunk as she was dancing to the music that was being played by the DJ and dumping out drinks on the table. He slowed down to watch the scene, enchanted by the woman's beauty until the end of the song that was playing and then continued on as another equally loud song started. He ran a hand over his sandy blond hair, the eyes the color of a tempest storm looked toward the bar tender and gives a shrill whistle that would cut over the noise and points to one of the draft beers that they had on tap and held up 2 fingers to symbolize he wanted to glasses of it and then pointed toward and empty table where he started walking so he would indeed have said table, casting a side glance at the woman dancing on the counter as he walked by and giving a small laugh and a shake of his head before taking a seat and pulling out the money he would need to pay for his drinks
Post by Locutus Ferox on Sept 3, 2014 1:59:05 GMT -5
The bald man's eyes practically glow with amusement as he watched Marcus. Even before he actually said anything, the man could tell that Marcus was not appreciative of the situation he himself had created. Society had long ago come up with a saying that was apt for the situation. One must lie in the bed they make. If they didn't like it, then it was obviously a poorly done job, as was apparent in this situation. The muscled man watched and listened to Marcus's reaction. From his movement when Danni attempted to touch him, to the words that came from his mouth, everything spoke of an attempt at escape. The words simply caused the man to laugh and shake his head, but he still would retrieve the bills as they were passed over. He folded them up before giving them a light toss towards the cash register. Then he turned back to the gathering crowd. It seemed that his antics stirred up a negative reaction as the girl on the far side seemed to take objection to his sudden shift. Locutus turned back in time to notice he had practically bumped into her. The man's head swayed side to side again. He wondered whether or not the man would survive the evening at this rate.
The man's gaze then fell upon Danni. It didn't take a moment to recognize the look she gave him. The man gave a shrug and shook his head, as if he didn't know what she was looking for, or to any who knew the unasked question, perhaps an answer of another sort, simply that he had no objection. As the woman sipped her drink, another look entered her eye. Locutus was familiar with that look, and knew quite well that she'd gotten an idea. The man turned to see where this idea would lead, and perked a brow when he saw her beginning her climb onto the counter. Of course, a smirk also sprawled across his face, and he made no move to stop her with whatever it was she was planning. As soon as she was up on the bar counter her plan was set into motion. The woman snatched a bottle off the counter and began to pour it into the glasses of the drinks left on the surface of the bar, barring any attempt at keeping them empty of the liquor from the patrons. The man was about to object to that, when the woman spoke mentioning that Marcus had indeed offered to pay the tab. With that, the man gave a shrug of his shoulders and allowed her to proceed on.
With the group seeming occupied with each other or simply wanting to be left alone, the man turned to cleaning several of the glasses. He walked them over to the water and rinsed them clean before he took the towel off of his shoulder and started drying them off. It appeared as though two of the group knew each other as they called to one another by name. The girl then hugged the man in surprise, drawing a smirk and another shake of the head from the bald man. He looked up in time to see a new patron walk in. He gazed to the glasses again for a moment before the man gave an unnecessary whistle to grab his attention. The man looked over to see him point towards the tap and held up two fingers to gesture that he desired two glasses. The man waved him off before filling the two glasses remaining in his hand. He then slipped out from behind the bar while the group continued their antics and made his way over to the table the man had found himself at. The muscular 'bartender' placed the two cups down upon the table and slid them over. He then tilted his head to the side and forward in a nod before turning about and making his way back towards the tap to make sure the hooligans there didn't cause too much trouble in his absence.