Hominem of the Daemons of Rome
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Jan 28, 2015 14:06:43 GMT -5
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Jan 28, 2015 14:06:43 GMT -5
The demon smiles at the woman and nods to her before taking a sip from his glass. As Beth looks up to the clock he looks up too and gives a faint grunt before looking back to her "Well, that makes two of us. We can make it an adventure." he gives her a wink and a laugh "And when we're done I can take you back to wherever it is you are staying. Tell me, do you like fast cars?" She seemed interesting enough and even if he didn't get anything but a pleasant conversation from her, he could likely find her again at his leisure. He even thought of bringing Amice along next time to meet her if things went well enough. "Whenever you're ready to go, I go and get the car and bring it around to pick you up at the door" and finishes off his drink before placing a couple dollars as a tip for service for the barkeep.
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Illinari
Flight/wings
Hypnotic gaze
Shapeshift
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10
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Feb 1, 2015 2:21:43 GMT -5
Post by Alan Jameson on Feb 1, 2015 2:21:43 GMT -5
Alan watched as the man left a few bucks on the counter of his bar, a curious relic left on his finger. Whether or not he was aware of the symbol of matrimony still adorning his finger wasn't any of his business, but it also wasn't in Alan's nature to let something like that slide. He'd hold his tongue for the moment though, waiting until he left to point it out to the female resident of the bar. A simple "Be careful now, watch out for that ring." would suffice.
Meanwhile he would renew his wiping down of somewhat dusty glasses, further polishing the fine and very sturdy glassware. Each pass of the oiled cloth adding another gleam to the almost supple silica surface, each stoke leaving behind a glistening trail of fluids that would evaporate as the night wore on and on. The curves of each small receptacle were probed deeper and deeper by Alan's firm but gentle hands as he worked to clean them all out of the deposits built up within, every orifice lovingly caressed, each and every curve followed with naught but a thin sheet of torturously soft linen separating it from the barkeeper's strong and more than capable fingers.
Not a single molecule of surface was left un-touched by the bartender's digits, as though he and each individual glass was a long lost love, finally reunited. The process was almost excruciatingly slow, and almost teasing in the manner in which is was completed. Every time the cloth covered fingers nearly brushed up against shining lip, they immediately backed away, leaving the pleasures of the fluid-bearing cavity for another's caring tongue.
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Alchemy
Sharpshooter
Tae Kwon Do
Brown Eyes
Copper Hair
Height is 5'3
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Feb 3, 2015 17:39:31 GMT -5
Post by Bethany Barone on Feb 3, 2015 17:39:31 GMT -5
Beth returned Tenshi's smile as he started to get up from his seat. The man offered to take her back where she was staying when their night was through. Whether he intended on trying to join her or not tonight was still unclear. She began to feel like that was his intention all along. But he was a married man most likely, he had made no attempts to hide his ring. Beth figured she was probably looking into it too much, and he was simply away from home and looking for a friend to help pass the time. "I'll be ready in a moment"
After the man stepped out, Beth began to get herself ready to leave. Not without saying goodbye to Alan though. He had gone quiet but she didn't forget he was there. "Yes, he's wearing a ring. You don't think he is trying.." She didn't even finish the sentence. She hoped Alan wasn't going to think badly of her for leaving with a strange man. She had no intention of sleeping with him. "It was so nice meeting you. Thanks for everything. And I'll see you next week"
The woman made her way outside to meet up with him. "Alright, I'm ready." She had to be sure not to make it seem like she was interested in a married man throughout the night. Once Tenshi let her, she would get inside his car.
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Hominem of the Daemons of Rome
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Feb 10, 2015 14:15:41 GMT -5
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Feb 10, 2015 14:15:41 GMT -5
Tenshi brought the car around just as Beth was making her exit from the bar, the car an ebony black that matched the rest of his outfit, but it also had twin racing stripes the color of blood running up the hood and the back of the open top car. He gives a smile and gets out to open the door for his guest for the day. "I'm glad that the weather is cooperating today. It's nice to have the top down and not have to worry about rain." he gives a chuckle and shuts the door once she is in before climbing back into the driver seat "Since we're both unfamiliar with the territory... where do you think we should head for first? The outskirts? Maybe an entirely different city?" he laughs before putting the car in gear and peeling out on to the road once he had an opportunity to merge into the traffic. "I am thinking it'd be nice to put a casino right into the heart of such a fine city as this though. What do you think?"
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Illinari
Flight/wings
Hypnotic gaze
Shapeshift
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Feb 10, 2015 14:57:32 GMT -5
Post by Alan Jameson on Feb 10, 2015 14:57:32 GMT -5
A burly bartender offered a brief tip of his head to the now exiting woman, taking a moment afterwards to press his lips tightly against the wet rim he was holding in reserve for his own use. The trusty vessel of his own fluids had been in his possession for a very long time now, though its purpose hadn't changed, and the pleasing elasticity of the soft channel behind squeezing opening had not diminished.
The man thrust his writhing muscle as deep into the opening as he could without causing an overbearing quantity of undo pain, immersing himself within the fluids captured deep within the cavity's bowels. Just one of his large but tender hands gripped and pushed in on the belly of the wet mess in front of him, squeezing ever so slightly. The gentle pressure elicited a gentle squirt of warm fluids over the invading muscle, aching and probing with fleshy pink desire.
Once he had his fill of sweet release for the moment, Alan left his partner in thirst wanting, the lack of soft lapping leaving an empty cavity in the hole, wanting nothing more than to be filled, to be used over and over again. Its owner's teasing fingers brushed one last time across its quivering rim before replacing the customary cap, the plug. It knew what was coming next. Alan only ever used it when it was convenient to him, and nobody else. The rest of the time the bottle of water simple sat alone, a trophy on the wall behind him.
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