Post by Dane Iain Papillion on Sept 11, 2013 13:13:54 GMT -5
Amy had slid him her card, she really was very professional and listened to her talk his ears perked up a little listening, and she said she was the best at her job. so she has been told, and told him how pressure build up is never good for ones soul and that made him wonder if he even had one anymore or had he lost it when he was turned? “It is always good to get compliments on ones job. I will have to take your word about you being the best.” He stated with a playful wink. Rubbing his fingers casually over the card, before slipping his wallet out of his pocket and sticking it in there.
She had leaned a little closer speaking he himself wasn’t even sure if he’d fall victim to the game she was playing, but hey he was enjoying her company. He had been curious like a kid on Christmas wondering what gifts are under the tree and what sorts were the wrong presence making a face as if he was trying to think, but the way he sees it if they are the wrong sort they’d soon be the dead sort. He wasn’t against killing… “ All sorts…” he said with a hmpff.. “ I guess that has to suck and sorry you have had experience with many of them. "He said with a shrug and asked about werewolves quietly so no one else could hear, but them.
She explained how werewolves were tricky with their volatile nature and Dane surely had that nature. She also said it ended up with some fun time. “Oh really?” He stated amused now. “Bet it was a ride of good fun.” Especially if she had ended up in bed with some of them since werewolves do have good stamina if he does say so himself. Sometimes a bit crazy and messy the week leading up to the full moon. Correy is lucky he hadn’t ripped her throat out yet and bathed in her blood… rolling in it. Sure, the thought has crossed his mind many of times, but she was fun to keep around and play with. Dane always liked to play cat and mouse and the best way was keeping them on their toes to knock them down when they think they are safe. It was always good fun and he enjoyed the chase. “I agree, but torture is always a fun open too.” He stated that at least it is in his books…. There is something erotic to him about hearing them scream and the waves that radiated off them the smell of fear was just something that made his wolf go crazy and twitch happily.
He had told her how it sounded kinky how she never went home alone, and how it really had to be fun who would have thought her to be so kinky… “Oh really?” He asked eying her. He knew something smelled off about her, but he couldn’t finger it. “And how am I to know you won’t kill me in the morning or something?” He stated. He was a little weary, but it did seem interesting and who know where the night would lead. Their order came and he told her to eat up. He didn’t want to be a pig and scoff his all his food down before she even started.
He mmmed as he dipped into his burger it was surely hitting the spot he was hungry, but it wasn’t the same as ripping into someone’s flesh.. He had issues, but then again so didn’t’ all the other werewolves he rolled with he was rolling with a pack of psycho’s and he fit right in. He called the bartender over for some more drinks having downed his. “Another?” He asked her.
