Vikki Sergeyevna Mogilevich
“The best things in life are free. But you can give them to the girls and the bees! I want money! Zya Zya Zya! Thats what I want!”
She’s hard not to notice, butchering a song at top volume, strutting from a cafe head held high. Earbuds dangling as she belts out incorrect lyrics in a thick russian accent, to the flat look of the wary man behind her.
“Thats what I want! Zya Zya Zya Zya!”
She stops to plump her breasts with a narrowed glance over her shoulder, flimsy party dress bunching as she does so.
“I want my smoke. Nestor, Give to me my purse.”
Demands the blonde, affecting a bored look. You can practically feel the middle aged man’s sigh as he steps forward and slaps a leopard print handbag into her palm. No thank you given as she digs out a long cigarette and pokes it between painted lips.
Adara Mires
The sky was cloudy, the weather was cool and she was out for a walk with her pack mate. The slim pretty woman with long dark hair was dressed in a pair of short, sandals, a green tank, her now useless sunglasses perched on top of her head.
She has spent much of the day out, checking out apartments with Rory so they could find a packhouse to share with Mila. Things have been promising, some of the lofts they visited were really interesting.
Her hand was closed around Rory’s, the two women not sticking out because they looked like a couple. No they stuck out because of the vibe they gave out. People tried to avoid them as much as possible, feeling uncomfortable despite their good looks.
“What do you want to do tonight hun? Go dancing or sitting at a bar and have a couple of drinks?”
Her musical ear is offended by a woman’s voice butchering a song. She turns her attention toward her and had to smile at the enthusiasm and looks of the blonde. She notices the aristocratic behaviour, making her smile widen slightly. This girl would have fitted perfectly in Katherine’s loft in Chicago.
Rory
She is still getting used to being able to walk through the streets holding anyone’s hand – let alone Adara’s. People don’t look at them funny… at least? Not for that. The moon is nearly full though, heavy and pregnant in the sky, and Rory’s Rage… all that fire that burns brighter than the red of her hair, scourching those that dare touch… that gets her looks…
and people moving unconsciously away.
She offers Adara a shy little grin – she knows as well as Rory that anything the Fury wants to do, the Fianna will try. But with the moon, and the clouds, and the intensity of sensations that twist under her skin already with just the wrap of fingers around hers… the answer is obvious.
“Both.”
Carter Roth
There had to be a bus station nearby, a terminal of some sort, a delta, a hub of transporation. Because there were people walking too and fro even now that looked like the had no reason to be in Marina, maybe they came from the harbour, upon some ferry that was shuttling them into the area, how and why makes no difference…the fact of the matter is…Carter had arrived.
The things he had accumulated in his time in chicago had been nill, everything he had still fit in a dufflebag, the very duffle bag he carried over his shoulder now. He looked hang dog, tired and out of sorts. One could imagine the man has been travelling for some time, and most likely in a less then comfortable fashion.
He stops a ways down the street from the woman who was belting out old music like it was a recent chart topper and pulled out a cigarette of his own. Ahhh the coast….the weirdo’s were think out here.
Vikki Sergeyevna Mogilevich
“Mmph.”
The stiletto cigarette is balanced between her fingers as Vikki slings the spaghetti strap of her purse over a bare shoulder, and begins walking again, only to stop short at the sight of two women holding hands. Ick. Well, they’d told her that San Francisco would be like this. The palpable anger following them subdued her glare into a disapproving frown, and she fluffs her hair, speaking lowly in Russian to her bodyguard. Who processes the rage of the two garou in the back of his mind, and stays strangely silent on the subject. Vikki’s attention wanders back to her own cigarette, and the lack of a light for it. Ah.. but that dirty man across the way had one. A wiggle of fingers as Vikki bounces in her heels and gestures grandly.
“You. I will borrow your light. For my smoke. Yes?”
Adara Mires
She gives her lover’s hand with a smile. She knew that right now they could afford the luxury. There wasn’t a lot of Garou in the city, or so she was told. Of course, the Litany was the Litany and all it takes is someone who doesn’t like seeing a Garou and a Metis of the same sex together and have the judged.
Not that she didn’t have plenty of arguments to defend herself. Beside,there were Sept who tolerated it, like when she was in Greece. And which place would be better for same sex relation tolerance than San Francisco
“I guess we’re going to get drunk and have fun tonight. I’m sure there is plenty of good clubs nearby”
Her emerald eyes looks at the blonde again and notices someone familiar. “Holy shit” She says softly then grin wickedly at Rory “Be right back hun”
She let go of Rory’s hand and move through the crowd slowly, people parting for her as she make her way at an angle from Carter, slightly crouching. She closes the gap between them at a fast pace, jumping at him from the back, locking her arms around him
“Oh my god, something call the cops I have a stalker” Her tone is playful and no one could think she was serious with the smile she had on her lips “Hullo dear” She says, letting go of him and then raising herself on the ball of her feet to kiss his cheek.
“Missed me already?” She looks delighted to see him
Rory
For Rory, all relationships were forbidden. There were those in Chicago that would have had her killed for such thoughts, regardless who the other person involved were. Sometimes, at night, she still dreams of Kora telling her she would remind her of her birth only when needed – right after telling her how John had failed her, failed the nation, failed his pack, failed.
She was so careful then, but even still the lovely Fury connected with her, found a way past the fear and shyness, and let their relationship blossom into what it is now. She offers her lover a soft shy little smile, and nods. drunken fun is always a good thing…
And then Adara moves away, and stalks someone through the crowd. Rory’s smile remains, soft and hidden by all those curls, as she follows the Fury, yet remains respectfully at a distance as the friends reuninte.
Carter Roth
Low and behold, the man had been in the city officially for no more then thirty minutes and already the weird was crawling all over him. First the singing russian blonde had decided that Carter would make a fine fire starter for her cigarette, bouncing on heels that made cleavage giggle and calling out in some of the best bad english he had heard in a while to get his attention.
The look on his face had been one of what the hell why the fuck not, and he had taken a few steps in the woman’s direction, a hand fishing around in his pocket for what Vikki could assume, was his lighter.
But then, more strange attacks the man from behind, but this is no ordinary San Francisco weird, this was weird of a entirely different, but all together familiar type. She flies at his back, which he takes with little problem before she hops down and kisses him on the cheek, which gets one heavy brow rising skeptically.
“I think your stalking me, I haven’t been off the ferry for twenty minutes and your already all over me.” He says, and only at the very end does a slight smirk find his lips.
Vikki Sergeyevna Mogilevich
Ew. Vikki’s reaction to the ragey lesbian suddenly tackling her fire bearer is alarmed distaste. She huffs. Sniffs. Turns around and sashays back to her dour middle aged bodyguard. “Nestor” however, is watching Adara with narrowed eyes. Appraising her anger as a threat, and he is all too happy to wrap swollen fingers around Vikki’s arm and tug her. Which gets him a sharp slap to the chest in reprimand. Still, she’s behind him and takes the time to dig through her purse once more, watching the festivities curiously through blonde lashes.
Adara Mires
She laughs at his words “Didn’t I told you I managed to insert a GPS chip inside you while you were sleeping?” She says with a playful grin “And you must be stalking ME for I’ve been in the city for a few days already.”
Then she tilts her head “And off course I’ll be all over you. You all ruggedly handsome and manly. And that’s so totally my type” And they both knew she was kidding about her type. Yet the compliments were true.
“I’m really happy that you’re here? You going to stay?”
She motions to Rory to come closer with her hand before offering an apologetic smile to the blonde nearby and the older man “Sorry, we’re old friends, didn’t meant to startle you”
Rory
Rory watches, curious, as they spend so much time together, she’d heard of Carter – sure, but didn’t realize they were so close. Rory’s never been that close to anyone… except Ray, maybe. That one christmas… when he taught her to play Jenga… and that sometimes, sometimes sneaking a moment of passion is a very, very good thing.
She is so shy all the time, that moments like those are rare. Even Adara hasn’t seen her laughing out loud, fighting over pieces of a game, giggling when the whole thing collapses… Soon, perhaps. But not yet…
Seeing Adara so happy to see her friend makes Rory smile, moving closer as she’s motioned too, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jeans, and remaining quiet.
Carter Roth
“I’ve got my duffle bag with me don’t I?” He asks holding it out as proof that the mans only possessions were indeed in his duffle. “So yeah, I’m here to stay…for now at least.” His voice still that same gruff basso, not that it could have changed much in the week or so since Adara had left Chicago.
His gaze briefly moves to Rory as he feels that extra rage creep along his skin, feels it bury its way into his senses and his flesh and he snorts…but thats it, he had gotten so much better since coming to Chicago, who knew how good he would get here.
His gaze then returned to the woman who had wanted a light and raised a finger to Adara to indicate he would be a minute or two. He stepped around her then and strode slowly towards Vikki and her bodyguard, who gets more then a moments consideration.
But then his eyes are on Vikki, and his hand produces an old zippo which when struck produces a strong flame. “For your smoke?” He says with a smirk, repeating her own words back to her.
Vikki Sergeyevna Mogilevich
“Startle me?”
A thin eyebrow arcs dramatically, and Vikki laughs, genuine amusement brightening her eyes. She waves her unlit cigarette offhand. Accent thick, vowels rounded and low as she shakes her head.
“I think not.”
Her purse clasped shut, she lifts her chin and – upon the approach of the angry redhaired lesbian, wrinkles her nose. Stepping forward long enough to accept Carter’s light as though it were the only pure thoing between them, and to gett too close might some how contaminate her precious self. A pronounced pout as she leans back and she snaps at Nestor, who’s protective stance is all but blocking her entirely.
“I’m bored.”
Snappy russian follows, Vikki strutting away with her bodyguard hot on her heels, relieved. Furious homosexuals and black men. It was russian Hell. But at the very least, she had her cigarette.
Adara Mires
She smiles brightly at him “Well maybe you were just making a pit stop here for a couple of days you know?” She watches Rory moving closer, offering her a wink, the Carter put up a finger and move to the blonde who assure she was not startled.
She nods “All right then”
She grins and close the distance between her and her pack mate “The guy is Carter, one of my only really good guy friend. I have no idea he would come over here. I’ll introduce you to him”
She takes Rory’s hand once more and lead her closer to Carter, but keeping a little distance so he could talk with the blonde if he wanted it.
Rory
She takes Adara’s hand again, and briefly rests her forehead against the Fury’s shoulder, almost a nuzzle, though much briefer, before she follows her toward Carter.
Meeting new people is extremely hard for Rory still… one can almost see her pull into herself, hiding behind her hair, even behind the Fury, slightly, as she follows Adara’s lead. Achingly shy, the Fianna, and she swallows hard as she waits.
But as the saying goes… any friend of Adara’s….
Carter Roth
Carter flicks the zippo closed and shakes his head as the russian bimbo trotted off with her dog in toe. “Weirdo’s…thick with them.” He says as he turns back towards Adara and the redhead who stood with her, or more precisely, just behind her. The shyness rolled off of Rory in such a way that it made Carter blink at the fact that there was so much rage coming off this one.
“So you two know any good motels around here a guy can stay for dirt cheap, without having to sleep in the dirt?” He asks as he looks between them.
Vikki Sergeyevna Mogilevich
[adios! thanks for the test drive!]
Adara Mires
She smiles “I do know of one.” She gives him the name and address “And Carter, I want you to meet my friend Rory” Ok they are holding hand, they probably are more than just friends “She’s also a member of my hmmm small group” Hence pack.
“Rory, this is Carter, the guy I told you about a few times” She looks at Carter “I know you will want to settle and all but since there is no really organisation from the gang here, if you want, when we find some lodging, you could have a room there. Also, you take it if you want, but I’m offering you our protection.”
She grins “it all sound ominous and formal and all. But you’re my friend and what it means is I got your back and if you get into some shit, you call ok?”
Rory
Adara makes the introductions, and Rory peeks up through her lashes, to look over Carter, and then nods, slightly. Her very meekness is at total odds with all that rage that boils and burns and twists under her skin, but despite what he might expect…
her voice is soft. Sweet, even. “Hi.” Single words are easier, after all.
Her nod confirms what Adara offers, their help and protection, simply because the Fury vouches for him, and that’s good enough for the redhead.
Carter Roth
He takes the address without writing it down, his memory good enough to manage without the need of assistance and he nods to Rory. “Hey…” He says with a slightly elongation of the word before he looked at Adara once more with a slight frown as he looked down the street.
“Well I appreciate the whole lodging bit, but I’m gonna pass on the protection thanks…for now.” He says patting that place where Adara knows his gun sits. “I’ve got all the protection I need for now, especially if there aren’t many….brothers and sisters around.”
His eyes blink slowly, the man is obviously tired, and he looks in the direction of the motel…obviously planning on moving shortly.
Adara Mires
She nods to him “All right. You have my number for now. When I switch for something local, I’ll call you or text you or track your ass down” She says with a grin
“And I knew you wouldn’t agree to the protection… but if you bump into one of us who can’t behave, you tell them you’re under mine and I’ll handle it if you can’t. Fair enough?” She asks, raising a brow
“After all you just got here. I want to keep you around for a while ok?” She lets go of Rory’s hand and hugs him tightly “You look like shit hun, you should get some rest”
Rory
She’s heard that heeeeeeeeeey enlongated little greeting before. It means that they can’t quite figure her out, and likely, their suspicious of her motives, or think it’s an act.
It’s no act. There’s nothing in her that suggests it is – she’s simply, achingly, beautifully shy. And also, can rip your face off. Simple, really.
She lets them talk, and listens in, but watches the street and their back (and Adara’s backside) as they chat.
Sid Chavez
[None of you dicks have ‘open’ in your tag. You aren’t conducting super secret shifter shit are you?]
Rory
[Of course we are. Wicked fun threesoms. :) ]
Adara Mires
(nope)
Carter Roth
Carter nodded. “Its the downside of leaving the camper behind….no where to sleep while your travelling.” Carter says reaching up and running his hand through the long dreads at his back.
“Yeah…im gonna go catch some sack time.” He says briefly looking to Rory with a nod before he looked at Adara. “Talk to you soon.”
And at that he was turns to walk off, heading to a warm bed, that was hopefully bed bug free.
Jeff Brolin
((And you DIDN’T invite the SATYR? Damn you to hell!))
Rory
[Rory’s SHY!]
Carter Roth
[you all can enjoy your crazy four somes or what not, im going off to get some sleep :P]
Sid Chavez
[You are such a fucking square.]
Adara Mires
She nods to him “All right Carter. Have a good night” She waves at him then turn her attention to her “That is amazing, Cater is here. Now if only Kristen, Marni and Kyle were here, I would have all my closest friends here”
She takes Rory’s hand again and then start to walk with her “So where were we gorgeous? Hmmmm? Oh yes..find a place for some intense dancing and a lot of drinking”
She wiggles her brow at her and lead her toward one of the clubs
Rory
[hahaha]
Jeff Brolin
((Bah, you’re just afraid Jeff’s gonna seduce the crap outta yeh…))
Sid Chavez
[It happens to the best of us, Carter, don’t be afraid.]
Carter Roth
[LOL and im about to be a very comfortable, unconscious square, night!]
Rory
She smiles at the fury, happy that Adara’s friend is here. Anything that makes her happy, after all, has good benefits for Rory too. She says nothing about her own friends, those very few she had, that she left behind without a thought in order to follow Adara across country. She has never had anyone super close, really, not since she was forbidden to see Ray, not since Edwin left her, since Ruarc left…
…there’s a theme, here.
She stays, though, steadfast and strong, steady where others falter, strong where the think she should crumble. If she thought about it – she’d be proud.
She doesn’t think about it.
Instead, she takes Adara’s hand in hers, and follows her toward one of the clubs. Any one will do – she loves to watch Adara move…
Sid Chavez
In a city this large, this close to the ocean, with this temperate and stable a climate, the sound of motorcycles isn’t worth mentioning. The streets are congested with them on warmer nights, though there are far more people on bicycles, or on foot.
Just not after dark.
One motorcycle carrying two people comes around a corner going at a pretty quick clip and slows down as the driver attempts to find a place to park. It’s late, but the bike is hardly massive; it’s loud, but that’s par for the course. The guy driving it looks like the sort of person who doesn’t give a shit how loud his ride is. When he finally finds a space at the curb to leave it for a few minutes, kicks down the stand, and hauls off his helmet, he reveals himself to be of difficult-to-determine age, yet possessing the sort of countenace that keeps those who are not looking for trouble at bay.
To those who are not enchanted, he’s large. He sits atop the motorcycle like the Loch Ness monster, decked out in black boots and black jeans and a black leather jacket, a neon pink t-shirt on beneath the last of these; his hair is chin-length and greasy-looking, unkempt, with a bright blue patch dyed onto the right side of his head. Looking around at his surroundings, he catches sight of the two women walking hand-in-hand toward the club he’s parked in front of.
Without turning around, he says to Jeff, dry as bone and making no effort to keep his voice down, “See, honey, I told you this place was the gay capitol of the United States.”
Jeff Brolin
*Jeff snorts- that he can’t help, but he does look away from Sid at that remark. His mouth twisting slightly.* Yeah, sure, *he says, and it’s amazing the tone his words take on when he’s NOT swearing. He’s riding on the back, and he’s aware of how it looks. But it clearly pisses him off when it’s pointed out so clearly.* But I’m glad it’s lesbians. Much hotter.
*Yes, defend your manliness, Jeff. He hops off of the side of the bike. It seems he cares less about wearing a helmet, but if he was forced to, he would. He’d just be very unhappy about it. Horns are hard to work around.* Doesn’t look like a bad club. Little to no techno.
Adara Mires
She picks a club at random. It’s not one of the classier one. They weren’t dressed for that. But the beat coming out of the place was good, the lighting interesting and the name The Comet CLub sounded..fun.
Two men on a motorcycle are looking at them and talking a little too loudly about San Francisco being the gay capitol of the States. She can’t help it. She offers then a beautiful smile
“Then you two will fit right in”
She wiggle her brows playfully and head toward the entrance of the club, ready to stand in the line up if there’s one. Not that those in it won’t fidget more now that the two women were amongst them.
Rory
She blushes – yes, blushes, brightly – as she hears the men, and Adara can feel Rory’s grip loossen, slightly, as if she’d pull away, as if she might not be able to handle the scrutiny, when it’s so loudly stated…
…but she doesn’t. She takes a breath, and relaxes again. Then, Adara shoots off a comment, and that blush deepens as she hides her smile under her curls, and follows the Fury to the entrance of the club…
Sid Chavez
Despite the fact that he has something of a baby face, life clearly hasn’t been kind to this guy: he looks his age. His eyes are heavy, as though he’s constantly on the verge of falling asleep, and as he looks at Adara, there isn’t much intelligence in his eyes. It’s deceptive. Jeff knows he shoots off at the mouth with minimal provocation and almost always has something smart-assed to say.
“Oh, no!” he calls after the women. “No, no, he’s not gay!”
As Adara and Rory head inside, Sid makes a show of turning to address everyone on the sidewalk, slinging one long leg over the bike to get to his feet. The helmet remains under his arm.
“Everybody, don’t worry, he’s not gay! He loves pussy!”
And in he goes, on the women’s heels.
Adara Mires
She hears the words the man calls out after her: He’s not gay. Sounds like one of them was. Which was fine by her. Everyone had a right to his orientation and to mouth off. As long as you’re ready to take the replies back.
The big man had taken her comment in stride. It made him allowed to mouth off some. As long as it didn’t get too personal. After all respect was something important to her. Maybe she’ll get to trade wits with him later if he enters the club.
For now, she makes her way through the parting crowd, leading Rory toward the bar and quickly grabbing the bartender’s attention with a smile. She orders to beers, pay them to the man who only wants to be away from her and hands one to Rory.
“All right, one beer than dancing.” She says, hips already moving to the beat, her head bobbing slightly.
Jeff Brolin
*He groans at that, and now it’s HIS turn to raise his hand to his forehead, to rub it, as if he’s getting a headache.* Thanks? *He grumbles, clopping towards the club in almost annoyance. His i.d. is always on hand. It’s not REAL, but it’s GOOD. Mostly because it has his real age, the name he goes by, and his real picture on it. Easy enough to get done. Sometimes, not being a citizen isn’t easy.*
*But the music is calling. Maybe some should wonder about the sudden shift in mood when he enters the club. And then the dancing. It SCREAMS to him, like a vicious, persistent thing. There is no drug he is addicted to ,but some could say he is addicted to music. He doesn’t bother to try to speak into Sid’s ear. He’s been demeaned a little too much, and it’ll look terrible, trying to stand on his toes to get a message ONLY to Sid. He yells instead.* Fuck! Shoulda gotten something stronger!
Rory
She is blushing brighter still as they trade comments, and she shakes her head, slightly. She’s so used to hiding, always, that this makes her a bit uncomfortable – but she’d put up with anything in order to be near adara when she starts to move, when her hips sway….
…and when there’s beer involved. she IS fianna after all.
she takes the beer, and a healthy swig, even as her eyes slide around the room, searching for easy exits, searching for anything that would threaten her pack, anything she needs to worry about. Duty first and all.
But soon, she’s drinking again, and her fingers tap along the glass, and she smiles at Adara, and reaches to brush her fingers alone one of those swaying hips.
Sid Chavez
[I’m blaming Howard for whatever you these two get up to tonight.]
Adara Mires
(LOL if you only knew what those two been up to for some time :P Hiya Jamie..it’s good to see you again)
Rory
[*LOL* works. I blame howard for a lot of things. :) though not for dragging Rory to the dark side. THATS Adara’s fault. *L*]
Sid Chavez
[Hey, Howard totally got there first.]
Rory
[He did. she adored that skinny ass white boy. :) ]
Sid Chavez
This isn’t his scene, clearly; Sid looks slightly put-out to have to fork over his card, surrender his helmet, and hold out his bracelet-cluttered wrist to have a paper band added to the mix, but he does it quickly and without complaining. Once inside, he doesn’t make a beeline for the bar. He waits for Jeff to make it inside and looks around at the interior of the establishment. It’s crowded, and warm, but he doesn’t take off his jacket.
A head taller than his ‘friend,’ he doesn’t duck down to make communication easier. Jeff shouts, Sid appears to listen, and then he shouts back, “Like what? Gunpowder?” He doesn’t wait for a response. “Go hit on some broads, I’ll buy you a fuckin’ drink.”
He doesn’t wait for a response to that, either. Sid grimaces at the prospects of inadvertently coming into contact with other people and starts lacing himself through the crowd to get to the bar.
Adara Mires
She smiles at Rory, pushing her hip against the fingers, one hand moving down the redhead’s back to rest on her tight butt, leaning against the Fianna “This is a nice place” She says, turning her head to speak into Rory’s ear
“I have to admit, I love this city so far” She smiles then whispers something into Rory’s ear, letting her full lips brush against the shy woman’s ear.
Emerald eyes spots Sid heading to the bar and she offers him a nod when he reach them “Left your boyfriend behind dear?” She says, but the smile and tone of her voice indicates that she’s teasing and not looking for trouble.
Though the rage she projects might make one think otherwise. Sid has no problem finding at place at the bar near the two women. Their combined rage clearing the space a few stools left and right.
Adara Mires
“And I love that I can touch you, kiss you and have sex with you whenever I want now” It purred softly in Rory’sear and the metis knew that whenever meant..quite often.
Jeff Brolin
*With Jeff, he does push through the crowd, looking back to the dance floor. For a moment, he’s tempted, but… well, free drink first. He wanders up to the bar itself, although something makes him stop. He looks like he’s pondering running like a prey animal. He’s certainly considering, anyway. Although, he does move close to Sid. Sid can fight it off, whatever it is. Was it a Sidhe? Something was spooking him, at the very least.*
Rory
Adara moves closer, and then she’s whispering, and Rory? Sweet, shy, utterly adorable redhead? She blushes. Clean to her toes.. it’s practically a visible wave…
She turns her head into Adara’s shoulder, and presses closer, even as the Fury lifts her had to tease the gentleman from outside. She takes a drink of her beer, and glances at Sid and then Jeff too… but she lets Adara do the talking.
Rory
A brief whisper, barely heard, but oh so very felt… “Te moo…”
indeed.
Sid Chavez
There’s clearly something wrong with this guy: the two women do not make him nervous, fearful, or panic-stricken. Even Rory, as terrifying as she is to the average human, does not make him bat an eye. Normally one would assume him to be Kinfolk, with nerves like that, but there is no breeding on the tall bastard that would indicate that this is the case, here, and he doesn’t seem to notice the effect that they’re having on the whole of humanity, either.
“Trying to!” Sid says, facetiously cheerful. He leans against the bar, eyes tracking the bartender, mouth slightly open as though he’s about to say something else, and then there’s Jeff.
Jeff, awfully close to him, when a moment before he was trying to act as though they weren’t anything other than two guys who clearly don’t give a fuck about appearances and can just ride along on a motorcycle together because that’s totally something a normal heterosexual man would do.
Lips still parted, he looks confused, of a sudden. His eyes tick to the man beside him, but he doesn’t begin questioning him aloud. They share a look, the girls receiving the back of Sid’s unruly head for a moment, and when he looks back at them, nothing appears to have changed.
“What’re you two,” he asks, “on a honeymoon or something?”
Here comes the bartender.
Jeff Brolin
*He grunts slightly, and he shrugs, trying to look casual, as he leans on the bar.* Just FEELS weird is all, you know? *He grumbles, and his eyes flick back to the two of the women, just keeping his eyes lower on the interaction. It isn’t that he doesn’t ENJOY the show, but something has him spooked, but damned if he knows what.* Could use a fuckin’ drink, mate. *His accent is slipping, and clearly so.*
Adara Mires
She chuckles at Sid’s words, offering a nod at Jeff when the man moves closer. They didn’t seem affected by the rage and it could mean many things. Most of them not entirely good.
She drinks some more from her bottle, hips moving slightly, in a smooth motion, completely in rhythm with the beat of the song playing.
She tilts her head at Sid’s question “Or something” She flash him a smile showing perfect teeth. She let him order looking at Rory and how much was left in the redhead’s bottle. Not much it seemed. Dancing time was coming closer.
She smiles at her packmate and down the rest of her bottle. Yep, dancing time was upon them.
Rory
Or something indeed…. Adara eyes her bottle, and Rory smiles at her, and downs the last little bit, before setting the bottle back on the counter. It’s likely a good thing Adara didn’t challenge Rory to a drinking contest for alpha of the seekers – it would have been nothing but a sloppy mess with an indeterminate winner by the end of it.
And they’d have loved every minute of it.
For all her rank, though, she doesn’t seek to lead, preferring the view when she follows… especially when it involves dancing. She peeks over her shoulder, through her curls at Sid and Jeff, and lowers her lashes, biting her lower lip briefly… but it’s clear she lets adara speak for the both of them, as she’s quiet, and instead tips her head toward the dance floor…
…and waits for adara to take the lead.
Sid Chavez
[I FUCKIN LOVE SOCIAL DICE
Manipulation + Subterfuge: I just want to see how good a job of not acting like a suspicion sumbitch he’s doing.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 4, 10) ( success x 1 )
Sid Chavez
It would be easy–and nearsighted–to blame Jeff’s reaction on whatever is in his system. To say that neither of them is affected by the Rage, likewise, isn’t entirely accurate. Sid is entirely unruffled. Jeff is reacting the way the rest of the bar is, and the much taller man is not a particularly adept liar. He’s not a fucking performer; he just fixes the shit performers abuse during their daily lives.
Adara tells him they’re ‘or something’ about the same time that Jeff is telling him he could use a fuckin’ drink.
“Calm your tits, would you?” Sid asks Jeff as the bartender comes to stand before them, expectant.
His order is relatively easy (“Yeah gimme two Anchor Steams and a double shot of whatever not-shitty tequila you guys got”) and paid for with cash, which he tosses down without ceremony as the bartender glides away to get the alcohol he’d asked for. Pocketing his wallet, he looks back over at the two women. They appear as though they’re preparing to go dance, which is fantastic, because Sid doesn’t look like much of a dancer.
Unfortunately, Sid is an asshole, and he seems drawn to weakness like a buzzard to carrion. He looks between Jeff and the girls one more time, then gives them a beaming smile. To Jeff, it looks like the grill of a car, if the grill were made of scalpal blades; to the girls, he just looks like a worn-out young man of questionable ethnic background who doesn’t get out much.
“God, you know,” he says to Adara, jerking a thumb at his companion, “he fucking hates dancing.” With the same hand, he indicates Rory. “You think I could borrow your girlfriend for a song?” Preemptively holding up both hands now, he goes on, “I solemnly swear the idea of sex with a woman would cause me permanent psychological damage and my intents are pure as the driven snow.”
Sid Chavez
[Uh, how about “intentions”? I CAME SO CLOSE. SO CLOSE TO NO TYPOS.]
Blind
((Hey, wondering if there’s room for another or if you guys would rather stick to what you’ve got, good either way but thought I’d ask))
Rory
[Just saw you dance on tumblr. Have I mentioned lately that I love you? AND your fro? :) ]
Sid Chavez
[My fro and I love you, too. I’m proud of that dance man that took me fucking forever to get down.]
Rory
[Its pure Awesome. Just sayin. :)]
Sid Chavez
[Are you on Google chat? Fuckers at work got rid of AIM, I have to backdoor that shit for another two nights.]
Sid Chavez
[Get your ass in here.]
Adara Mires
Her hand gives Rory’s butt a squeeze as her other hand put down her beer bottle. She was about to take Rory’s hand when Sid ask if he could dance with the redhead. She raises a brow slightly
“Dear, she can decide by herself if she wants to dance with someone else” She shrugs looking at Rory. “What do you want to do hun? Dance with a stranger or me?”
She has a feeling that she knew her lover’s answer. But it wouldn’t hurt to ask. She might be her alpha, she wouldn’t dictate everything if her life. Other people did that to the Metis. She won’t be one of them.
Adara Mires
(sure, come on in)
Jeff Brolin
*He doesn’t hide the surprise on his face, although it’s very brief indeed. The shot itself is provided, and that he downs rapidly. He sharply exhales as the burning alcohol hits his tongue and throat. He doesn’t reach for the offered lemon – What do you think I am, a pussy? – and no salt. Nothing but the burning alcohol, which regains his coherency.*
*He pushes off of the bar, and he snorts at Sid’s words. His feet are tapping, steel toed boots to the ladies, but they make the same clack noise on the floor that either one does. The music is loud, however, drowning that out. The way he moves leaves no doubt that he DOES like to at least move, but Sid could be honest. He could not want to dance.*
Rory
He…asks her to dance. Or, more correctly, asks Adara if he can dance with her, and the poor redhead blushes again, and her hand tightens in adara’s in a moment of panic…
Of course, he couldn’t possibly know how far from weak she really is, but all the same, this is not an act. The thought of dancing with the stranger is enough to weave a tremble through her that only Adara can feel…
She ducks her head, biting her lower lip, briefly, before she shakes her head, slightly. She wants to dance with Adara.
Sebastian Madetta
(( thank you all for kindly allowing me to join in the party :).
Mind giving me an inclin to where we’re all at, or is it just random bar X? I’ve always liked random bar X it must be said))
Adara Mires
(it’s called the Comet CLub, actual Marina Club)
Sid Chavez
[Random Bar X was closed down due to a brawl. We’re in Random Club Y. The bouncer’s a dick but there’s a low cover charge!]
Rory
[downloading googlechat now. I think. *L* I dunno. CLICKING RANDOM LINKS OK.]
Sid Chavez
[Oo girl if you have Gmail it’s just in the sidebar on the left.]
Rory
Then yes, I’m there *L* lessasdesign@gmail.com as always
Sebastian Madetta
(( they closed random bar X… but, that’s terrible))
Sebastian walks into the place and looks around headed for the bar weaving through people, though he’s not exactly avoiding people, if they don’t get out’ve his way they get a little shove just shoulders, making sure he can get through without much regard for people. He has the look of someone who’s not been in before and having reached the bar begins inspecting what is on offer.
Sebastian is fairly young, early twenties probably from the looks of him. He’s a bit rough around the edges, a nose that’s been broken from the looks of it more than once, some minor scars on his arms. He’s wearing a short sleeved white shirt with the top couple of buttons undone. He’s clean shaven with dirty blonde hair. The trousers are black combat trousers, relativly respectable but hard wearing, the boots similarily are durable steel toecap boots.
Sid Chavez
The tequila is the first thing set up, poured somewhere between the two men since the bartender can’t tell which of them it’s for; Sid is in the midst of his request when it happens, ignoring both the drink’s appearance and the look of surprise on Jeff’s face.
He’s slicker than he looks. Given that he looks like he hasn’t bathed yet today despite the smoothness of his jaws, that is saying something; he wanted to get the redhead the hell out of there if he couldn’t get rid of both of them, and he actually looks somewhat relieved when she declines his offer. That means they’ll be vacating the immediate vicinity soon.
Two beers are clunked down on the bar, money swooped up, and Sid coughs a rattling cough into the crook of his arm. Grimacing again, he plucks up his beer to take a slug from it, then lifts it in muted toast to them before saying, that air of faux cheerfulness still in place, “Well don’t let me keep you, then!”
He takes another slug, then turns his back, effectively shielding the smaller man from them.
“Did you hear that? She called me ‘dear,'” he says to Jeff, his loud voice sounding absolutely charmed, and takes another drink.
Adara Mires
She smiles to the men “Have a good night boys”
She then takes Rory’s hand and lead her toward the dance floor “See you on the floor maybe” She calls to the two men.
Their rage once again clears a spot for them on the floor and Adara doesn’t waste a moment before moving to the beat. She do start slowly, arms down, moving hips, upper body and shoulders, looking into Rory’s eyes. Then her arms move up, hands trailing the redhead’s sides until her arms finds themselves around Rory’s neck.
She closes the distance between them, bodies pressed against each other, hips grinding, the two women moving in a very sensual way, faces inches to the other, lips almost brushing. Adara look like she is in her own world.
She moves in a smooth, fluid way, possessing a grace many gymnast or dancers would envy. All her attention is on the plea skinned redhead. She switch from dancing glued face to face with Rory, to have her back pressed against the Fianna, to baladi (belly dancing)…all to the crowd’s delight. but all for only one person.
Jeff Brolin
*He snorts at that, and he grabs the beer, assuming it’s for him, as more alcohol is good. He tries to keep his appreciation to a bare minimum, however.* Should know better, *he says with a decidedly forced smirk.* Nothin’ ‘dear’ about you. *His voice is almost teasing, and maybe his accent is a BIT faded. He steals a brief, almost longing glance at the dance floor, but there’s just SOMEthing about the two women. He’s got horns, and hooves, they’ll protect him!*
*Or maybe the sanctity of a blissful drunken state. Newcomers make him look as well. Nothing that makes him so nervous as the weird angry lesbians on the floor.* Not a bad dancer, *he offers of the two, and he shrugs, taking a deep swig.* I’m better.
Sebastian Madetta
He seems to take quite some time considering what to order, then he does so, the barman gives him a bottle of water. He scowls slightly and has a few extra words with the barman who produces a glass for him, he quickly decants the contents of the bottle into the half pint glass and gets rid of the bottle moving away from the bar a little and looking around again.
Rory
She follows Adara, and simply watches her move for a few moments, before she finds the beat herself, and lets the music steal into her skin, seep into her senses. Adara is close, and Rory’s arms slide around her, holding her there without restricting her movement, that shy little smile still playing about her lips. The world disappears, and it is only Adara, only the music, only the way she moves…
She does not have the same grace and talent that Adara does, but she is Fianna, and music [and whiskey, should the stories be believed] runs through her veins, into her lungs like breath, and she follows the movements easily…
Hips grind, sway, feet move, and when adara presses her back to her, she slides her hands under the Fury’s shirt, smoothing over her taut belly, along her ribs… it’s a possessive caress, one that clearly says watch, but don’t ever touch…
A bold move for the redhead, but even so, she continues to dance with Adara… nothing [almost] makes her happier…
Sid Chavez
The Sasquatch standing next to Jeff doesn’t have any interest in watching the two women dance. Apparently he’d had enough lesbianic activity wherever it is they were before, or else he’s just more interested in gauging how quickly Jeff returns to baseline. That appraising gaze of his, so quick to notice imperfections, settles on the other man, and Sid watches him a moment to the exclusion of whatever might be going on around them.
(For those of you coming in late, Sid’s like super tall and he’s wearing all black except for the t-shirt underneath his jacket, the t-shirt being neon pink and the jacket being leather, because why the hell not. He also has a bright blue patch dyed into his hair, which is dark brown, also because why the hell not. Everything else is in his shitty dramatis.)
When Jeff points out that the one isn’t a bad dancer, that he himself is better, Sid snorts.
“Look, Ceilidh still hasn’t let me live down that one time, I am not d–” he starts to tell Jeff, and then something grabs his attention. He can practically hear him scowling. “What is so fucking scary about those two broads?”
Jeff Brolin
*He huffs slightly, and he grumbles, finishing off the beer with one gulp, like he lives on the stuff.* I wish I fuckin’ knew, yeah? How’m I s’posed t’know, it’s like… I get the feelin’ that I’m bein’ preyed on. Maybe it’s cuz I’m half-goat, who knows? *He snorts. Of course he’s joking! Who would say something like that in a bar?*
Adara Mires
She smiles, a happy smile. She was dancing with Rory, the link telling her Mila was safe and asleep, her pack was safe, the music was good, Carter was in town, they had a purpose here, why wouldn’t she be happy right now.
The beautiful duo dances for a few songs and then words are whispered from the Fury’s lips into the Fianna’s ear, making the latter blush brightly. Adara takes Rory’s hand and then leads her off the dance floor, to the exit, stepping out into the nigh.
Sid Chavez
He gestures to the blast zone surrounding the two women. There are only a few brave souls actually watching and appreciating the lambada being performed free of charge; most people are trying to avoid them, it seems.
“Maybe y’all get your shit from the same pharmacy,” he says. Though he’s holding onto his beer, he’s not pounding it back like the Sid Jeff met on Beltaine would have done. “I haven’t seen people this freaked out since the fuckin’ Tylenol scare.”
Adara Mires
(sorry to have Adara leave but Lessa is heading to bed. If you all allow me to change, I’ll come back even prettier :P)
Sid Chavez
[DO IT]
Rory
[bedtime for tired Lessa’s – 5am comes way too early. Thanks for playing!
And hey! Adara is plenty pretty!]
Sebastian Madetta
He catches Sid’s gaze on him, throws one back that looks like ‘yeah, what?’ raised eyebrow. He looks sid over, like he’s guaging him, big guy after all, always got to be careful about big guys.
in the rest of his scanning around he does notice the two girls, hard not to with the little bit of space they have, that and the touchy feely. Still he doesn’t keep attention of them long, not seeming to have any interest in the dance and grinding. He does however look back then they leave, watching them leave, he takes a drink of water and looks back around again.
Sid Chavez
[Thanks for letting me torment Rory, Lessa!]
Rory
{anytime. :) ]