Post by Rayleen Cel'Frumos on Sept 27, 2015 23:10:06 GMT -5
New York was like home to Rayleen, unlike her boyfriend Dark she had a nice apartment there, though she honestly made more money than him and didn't blow it on a car. Now though she was out and about. She was in a quiet bar, she wasn't in the mood for somewhere loud, though that probably had something to do with the cocaine headache she had. She was eating something, a burger, but it tasted gross because of said drug, the alcohol on the other hand seemed to hit just right. Nothing felt better than fireball whiskey in her opinion.
What was it like to be like the people who were at the bar with her, the poor unknowing humans. They didn't know what was going on around them, or that the pretty girl in the corner was actually a changeling that could look like whatever she wanted. Tonight though she chose her normal supermodel look, because why not, it made sense. She also wanted to just be herself tonight. Her blue eyes look around the room, she looked punk alternative, and rather angry so people tended to just leave her alone, she wondered if there was anyone in this bar who wasn't afraid to talk to her.
Post by Daxton Starr on Sept 27, 2015 23:27:48 GMT -5
The time he spent away from home was the most precious. Always he seemed to find some entertaining bits that would last in his memory for a long time. Whether it was dating a woman from one country, or assassinating a business man in another. He was always alive when he was away.
So, what would Daxton be doing while away from home? Why, date another woman of course! And what better choice of delectable women to plow than American women? And here Daxton was now, in America, New York to be more precise, to choose the most damaged female to have for the evening and night.
That was when he came upon a certain young lady with tattoos that seemed to slither up and down her arms inside a bar. She'll do, Daxton told himself as he walked towards her. She looked a little angry, however, that did not matter. If worst comes to worst, Daxton would freeze the woman in a block of ice until he felt like her attitude towards him changed.
Swiftly, Daxton sat next to her, crossing his legs and leaning close to her to take her in. She was eating a burger, but looked too wasted to be able to taste it. That was good, the more damaged she was, the better. "So, I don't take it that that's burger powder I see inside your nostrils, do I?"
Post by Rayleen Cel'Frumos on Sept 27, 2015 23:41:29 GMT -5
There was always one, one idiot that would decide to talk to her. She looks him over, he wasn't bad to look at so she shrugs, "Depends. You a cop?" She asks with a playful smirk, "Cuz if you are, it's definitely burger powder." She says sitting back in her seat. She downs another glass that felt just right in her chest. "You are more ballsy than the others here, but that may not be a good trait." She says loking back down the burger, she was beyond full and knew that if she ate anymore she'd regret it, so she didn't. The higher Rayleen was though the nicer she was, so there was a chance, if Daxton played his cards right that she wouldn't end up murdering him at the end of the night, or better, letting Dark have at him. She takes out a cigarette and lights it watching the man. "I'm not a girl you can pay for pretty boy." she says making sure exactly what he was after. He may have seen her as damaged and broken but she knew what she was, sure she had that dead look in her eyes, but that may have something to do with the fact that she was a schizophrenic sociopath.
Post by Daxton Starr on Sept 28, 2015 0:46:24 GMT -5
"Depends. You a cop?" She answered his question with a playful smirk. At least Daxton knew that she was aware of her surroundings. That made his job a lot harder. "Cuz if you are, it's definitely burger powder." She sat back and downed a glass of alcohol, then continued speaking in her absurd speech pattern. "You are more ballsy than the others here, but that may not be a good trait."
"Oh really?" Daxton questioned, tilting his head to her.
"I'm not a girl you can pay for pretty boy," she said abruptly.
Daxton let out a laugh. 'Pretty boy', that was a good one. He hadn't been called pretty boy since he ripped the teeth out of that bodyguard who wouldn't let him see his favorite actress. Those were good times, and he would have many good times with her as well.
"Oh, trust me, I am not here to pay for you. I am here to take you, do as I please, then toss you at your home with a wonderful memory of me." Daxton leaned in close to the girl to give her a charming smile. "And don't take what I said so badly. I'm not that bad of a guy. Well... Not until you see me in the bed. Until then, I am a true gentleman." He winked.
Post by Rayleen Cel'Frumos on Sept 28, 2015 1:02:33 GMT -5
Rayleen tilts her head and bursts into laughter she couldn't help it, it was too funny. This 'gentleman' was just fucking hilarious. "Honey, I'm the one who takes people, plays with them, turns them into puddy and makes sure that they never forget me, while I leave them in their bed, wanting, begging, and wishing for more." She says with a playful smile. This man would be fun to play with, not in the sexual way, she wasn't sure he was worthy of her bed yet. That would be determined. For now though she watched him, "What makes you think that you can handle me? The fact that I'm high?" She says sitting back. There wasn't much he could do to her in a bar that had witnesses, but just in case she puts her hand on her gun. After all people would believe that this poor girl who was underweight and beautiful, would never hurt someone on purpose unless she feared for her life.
Post by Daxton Starr on Sept 28, 2015 17:46:34 GMT -5
She laughed at Daxton when he was done speaking. He felt like she wasn't taking him very seriously, as if that mattered. She could think low of him all she wanted to, Daxton would only love this moment even more.
"Honey, I'm the one who takes people, plays with them, turns them into puddy and makes sure that they never forget me, while I leave them in their bed, wanting, begging, and wishing for more," she explained. Daxton let out a smirk. Apparently, he was given the pleasure of meeting another dominant. He always wanted to know what would happen if two of his kind met in one bedroom. Maybe he would figure it out later.
"Well, we won't know which it will be until we get in the bed, wrestle, and see," the rich man chimed, commemorating himself on rhyming. In all honesty, he was not taking this interaction very seriously. Whether she got up and left, or stayed and chat, he did not care. There were many damaged american women in this city, and each were very different, some better and some worse. Daxton was sure that he would find a better damaged piece of material like her; unfortunately, that would mean looking when he already found a perfect match.
"What makes you think that you can handle me? The fact that I'm high?" She asked.
Daxton shook his head and held up a hand. Always the gentleman, he was. Always treating women better than a flower. That's what they were, after all, delicate flowers that could be crushed if not held by a gentle hand. "Do not think so little of me, sweetling. I did not choose you just because you were high. I chose you because you interested me. Your gorgeous body and mean-full eyes enraptured me to your presence. Your beautiful features that rested on your face touched me so much that it gave me the inspiration to come and talk to you. Maybe I am stupid for wanting to speak, or maybe I just wanted to have a lovely conversation about sex with a sexy, high off her ass, woman."
Post by Rayleen Cel'Frumos on Sept 30, 2015 16:22:30 GMT -5
The girl looks him over and shrugs, he was interesting to say the least, but she wasn't sure quite yet what she wanted to say so she sits back and listens taking another drink of her whiskey. There was something about this guy something that rubbed her the wrong way, something she couldn't quite describe. She tilts her head and takes yet another drink, "If that is what you are looking for, then go ahead, what would you like to talk about?" She could play the part that he wanted of her, he was 'slumming' it, in this bar, after all he was rich, and this place was definately not for his type, but that would mean it wasn't for her type either. Though she looked very much the vagrant girl who lived on the street she was in fact the exact opposite. She was very much the rich girl though that wasn't something she would admit. "What brings you to this bar?" She asks curiously.
The night in New York was just like any other; filled with the ever present sounds of the city. It didn't bother Aela, though. Over time she had grown accustomed to it. Now it felt like a familiar, welcoming trait of her home.
After work that particular day, Aela had resolved to go out to a bar for a light drink. She never had anything except beer in her fridge, and tonight was more of a fireball whiskey night. So, after changing out of her US Army uniform and into something a bit more comfortable, she'd set out to the local bar.
Now, she pushed the door open to her destination, the smell of alcohol and food hitting her like a brick wall. Aela did a quick mental sweep of the place with a single glance; a few intoxicated men sat at the bar, having a loud and obnoxious conversation. A man and a woman sat in the corner; the woman looking like she was starting to come off a high, and the man looking like he was wealthy and loved to show it.
With a sigh, Aela went to sit at the bar, sliding into hew seat with ease. "One fireball whiskey, Pete." She called out to the bartender casually. Subconsciously aware of the concealed weapon she wore - licensed, of course - she settled into her seat, contemplating the possibility of having more than a few drinks.
