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Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on Apr 23, 2013 14:21:22 GMT -5
All he'd been looking for was a quick hello with an old friend and a few drinks. So far, all he'd gotten was music that made his ears hurt and a couple come on lines that would have made even Colts sound good. By the amateur group on stage and the wince Lexi had tossed them the second they'd taken up their instruments, Kells figure it was a pretty good bet that particular group wouldn't be getting another shot at tormenting the patrons of SCREAMERS. Not unless she really didn't want to send customers out the door, screaming.
And being the smart lady Ms. Blair was, he was knew that wasnt the case. Which, also probably explained why she'd abandoned him to race towards the stage and backroom almost before they'd even gotten a hello in. Oh, yeah. Smart lady indeed. She knew where her bread was buttered in this club and it definitely wasn't with the wanna be rockers on stage that sounded more like cats in heat than any musically talented group.
Making himself comfortable on a bar stool at the large oak counter, the dark haired hunter rubbed at his bum knee as he ordered a double of Crown on the rocks and waited for her return. No less than three drunk females had approached him but when he turned his cold gaze upon them, two had skuttled off with their tales between their legs. The third, a particularly bold redhead, actually amused him with the way she seemed to take his brush off as a challenged.
At least, till he told her that he'd seen the wedding ring she'd slipped in her pocket and what he thought of cheating whores like herself. Then, she too, had left in a huff. Imagine that right? It seemed that the more people wanted honesty, the more they wanted a nice little polish to it too. Only, Kellan has done with polish. He was more a tell it like you saw it kind of guy. If they didn't like it? Well, he figured that was their problem, not his.
Post by Memphis Gracie Fox on Apr 24, 2013 14:29:04 GMT -5
Memphis had WAY too much time on her hands. She'd come to the sleepy California town nearly a week a go on a hunch about a psychotic vampire who painted with the blood of his victims, but had found jack. shit. As a hunter born of vengeance she could usually feel a certain vibe -- not that she was a psychic or some shit...she just knew trouble when she smelled it. The vibe was definitely there. It was an itch at the back of her neck; an electric tingle down her spine. Only thing was, as spot on as her hunches usually were, this place had turned out to be a dud. There was hardly any normal stealing cars or b & e type of crime, let alone a wild pack of werewolves or a blood sucker selling plasma portraits on a sidewalk downtown. She had to wonder...were the freaks getting better, or was she loosing her touch.
Had to be the former.
A bored Memphis was usually a cranky Memphis, and a cranky Memphis was down right dangerous. So the jaded huntress decided to drown her misery with a stiff drink and maybe expend some of the pent-up energy on something else that was nice and stiff. Or maybe something softer and definitely sweeter...she didn't know just yet. The female was gorgeous and knew it, so she didn't bother getting all made up for her outing to the popular bar she'd heard about around town. Apparently Screamers was a good place to find her brand of fun, or trouble if it was the right kind of night. God, she hoped it was that type of evening. Her laid back kinda' style tonight was a pair of well fitting boot cut ragged jeans, black cowgirl boots, and a white tank top under a dark grey one. Wavy raven hair fell across her slim, bare shoulders and she applied just the tiniest bit of strawberry shimmer on her pretty pout. Grabbing her keys off the table beside the door, Memphis checked her hair one more time and was out of there.
Screamers, just as she'd assumed it would be, was already packed by the time she pulled her big blue jeep into the lot. The huntress didn't abide by silly laws, so she parked in a no-parking spot and slid in line near the front. The guy she'd skipped didn't mind. He was too busy checking out her ass anyway. Memphis strolled inside a few minutes later and made a bee-line for the big bar at the back. It was crowded but she squeezed in between a trio of women gawking at a hot guy a few seats over and a big man weathering head to toe leather. The guy gave her a once over and a frown, but she just smirked. The way his ass was hanging out the holes in those leather chaps? She definitely wasn't his type.
Groaning in exasperation when the tender didn't see her, Memphis craned her neck to look around Mr. Village People and spotted a busty redneck giving up a stool. Stealing around the biker, the huntress slid onto the stool and leaned on the bar to whistle loudly for the tender. He saw her this time and made his way over.
"Hey...Can I get a rum and coke? With one of those little pink umbrellas?" Memphis's azure gaze flickered to the stormy-eyed male she'd sat down next to and cocked her head towards him. "And bring him another one of whatever he's having. Looks like he could use it."
Memphis' brow furrowed at the man who looked constipated and she dug into her jeans for the credit card to start a tab. "Don't worry. It's on...." She glanced at the slim plastic before waving it in the air. "Its on Mary."
Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on Apr 24, 2013 19:09:50 GMT -5
So there he was.
For the most part, minding his own business and "behaving" like his cousin had ordered him to. He hadn't started any fights and he hadn't tossed anyone over the counter yet, pissing off a million people. Since Lexi's place was the safest one garenteed to put up with his mood and demeanor, he'd found himself drinking alone at the bar and observing the natives.
Sort of alone, that is.
Because it seemed like no matter how much he scowled, people were intent on becoming his friend. Which, maybe to a normal man, it would have been welcome, encouraged even. Kellan wasn't normal by any means though and his personal space was just that. His. He wasn't interested in a fast lay so the more women pushed, the more snarly he got. A fight might have been welcome but it really would have gone badly for the other man and since he didn't want to spend the night in jail? He'd settled for scowling over the last half an hour. Scowling didn't count against his good behavior, he decided even as he finished his drink.
A guy had to have SOME fun, right?
Just as he thought that, a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Twisting in his seat, he blinked to find an ebony haired vixen flashing a credit card around before his brow arched up. As she ordered the drinks and they were prepared, Kell eyed her, quirking a brow upwards in sardonic amusement.
"you don't look like a Mary... You don't really sound like a Mary either from the way you had to look at the name on that card to tell it.." he said dryly, tilting his glass back to finish the whiskey. "What'd you do? Flitch that thing?"
Post by Memphis Gracie Fox on Apr 25, 2013 15:06:01 GMT -5
The bartender wasn't gone long, and before the male next to her had a chance to comment on the card or her name, the guy was already back sliding two tumblers across the bar toward the pair. The 'gentleman's' drink was liquid gold and had a few ice cubes floating around for chill and clink, and hers was dark brown and sported a teeny pink Hawaiian umbrella.
His comment about the stolen credit card popped her dark eyebrows high over sapphire orbs, but she forced a smirk and ignored him for the time being, giving the bartender a mega-watt Memphis grin before sliding the card across the wood face down. The huntress reckoned before the night was over her drinks were going to be on the house anyway. Definitely not thanks to the big guy with the frown, but maybe someone else. That was if the lanky, sideways smiling bartender didn't put it on the 'your boobs are too nice to charge you' tab. She did have a way with men. And women. And locks and cars and ink guns and oh my...there was that big grumpy guy and his attitude to correct.
"Look, I'm going to try and have a good time and forget you said that." Memphis purposely didn't answer the question because she had a feeling those military smart eyes of his could see a lie coming from a mile away. "You can thank me for the drink later. Or not. Cause you're probably a jack ass but that's okay. I'm still getting drunk."
Memphis lifted her tumbler and did a little salute with it before taking a nice long sip and nearly killing the whole thing. When she set it back on the counter with a satisfying bang, it was more ice than rum and coke.
"And just so you know...you don't know Jack. My name is Mary." Why oh why couldn't she just stop when she was ahead? Or not even ahead but maybe somewhere in the middle? Or close to the back? Hell, who was she kidding, she couldn't help herself. And besides, she had this problem with habitual lying. Side effect of the hunting thing, but one of her favorite parts about the gig. She could always be someone else.
Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on Apr 26, 2013 11:25:31 GMT -5
Well, well. It looked as if the night was getting more interesting at least. Amused against his better judgement, Kellan eyed the ebony haired beauty beside him and shook his head. Fingering his baseball cap, he picked up the fresh drink and took a long gulp even as he examined her a bit better. her obvious disregard for lady like behavior or even an attempt at subtle maneuvering intrigued him and he let his eyes travel over her lean frame for a moment before deciding it was what it was.
Her "your probably a jack ass" comment startled a bark of laughter from the hunter though and he leaned on the mahogany counter even as she continued snarking at him. Damn, the woman had a mouth on her to rival even Chloe's. For some reason, it put him at ease and his lips twitched up in a smirk. "Yeah, well, my sister would probably say you landed that one right on the money. Course, she calls me worse things so jack ass I suppose is getting off lightly."
Picking up his drink, Kellan held it in the air and saluted her with it. His dark eyes twinkled with mocking amusement even as he took a long swing. "Far be it from me to ruin a ladies night. Feel free to go right on ahead and enjoy that drink. Never let it be said that I'm nothing if not accommodating."haha what a farce.If the woman had known him better, she would have know how very far from the truth that really was. " And thank you for the drink... Mary....And for the record. I do happen to know Jack. Cause thats MY name."
Ok, so maybe the wisest idea would have been to keep his mouth shut and let her wander off to torment some other dude. Kellan figured this chick would definitely be the sort who'd be leading most men around by their dick in less that five minutes and that normally wasn't his type. However, some devil inside wouldn't just let it ride and it bade him to continue the conversation. She was hawt after all. He'd bet she'd be a demon in the sack too. Figuratively, only hopefully.
Post by Memphis Gracie Fox on Apr 30, 2013 16:43:43 GMT -5
The last thing Memphis expected in response to the attitude was that smirk and bark of laughter, so when the huntress turned to face him, her dark brows lofted high over bright blue and wide eyes. Mr. Not-so-Happy got a return smirk just before she mirrored his salute and lifted the tumbler back up to her lips. The female eyed him over the rim; her gaze drifting from his coiled muscles, but laid back pose up to a handsome face that had shifted from annoyed to amused.
So apparently he was the jackass she'd suspected and then some, but that only tickled her curiosity all the more; such a glutton for punishment she was. Or maybe too eager for the challenge.
...Not that she was planning on taking the big guy back to her hotel room. Still, it was so much more fun to play with boys that didn't automatically follow her around like love sick puppy dogs.
"Jack, huh?" She eyed him speculatively as she dipped a thin digit into her tumbler to fish out an ice cube. "One of my favorite libations. Maybe we'll get along after all." Memphis popped the chilly cube between her lips and gave it a suck; waving a hand at the tender and then pointing to her empty. While the employee got to making her another rum and coke the huntress leaned sideways on the bar counter to face Jack; her shrewd gaze taking him in once again.
He had the bulky toned body of a warrior and an emptiness in his eyes that reminded the huntress of her own reflection. A peek at those big palms told Memphis he worked for a living; no manicured nails doing there. No ring on his finger or indention where one would be. She noticed that too. Unless there was a chick in the pink room taking forever to powder her nose, Mem guessed he was here alone.
Weird how much it rang similar to someone she knew...but what were the odds you'd run into another hunter in a town that had as much supernatural power in it as she had in her big toe. Nada.
Memphis chewed up the ice with a loud crunch and smack of strawberry glossed lips, offering the bartender a grin when he plucked the little pink umbrella out of her empty and sank it into a freshie before he placed it before her. The woman's attention wasn't stolen for long, as those curious, sapphire eyes shifted back to his hard, whiskered visage. "So this sister of yours..." Mem's mouth was moving, as usual, of its own accord. She truly had no brain to mouth filter. "Does she call you anything else? Mr. Money Bags? Pool Ace?"
Might as well find out if he had something in his wallet other than a condom and if he was any good at the game. Never hurt to know this kind of thing before she wasted her time and a lean on the pool table.
Memphis tried her best to look as innocent and guileless as possible but probably failed, so she hid it behind a sip of her drink.
Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on May 4, 2013 9:11:34 GMT -5
The woman had a mouth, that was for sure. Probably a good thing he was used to Chloes and found feisty women more his style than the floozies he saw flaunting their wares around this place. Damn, he'd been starting to think they should rename the place Hookerville or something before she showed up. She was a breath of fresh air from the meat market taking place around them.
Not that he'd be telling HER that or anything. After all, he did have a reputation as a bastard to maintain and he was here to see an old friend about some "business." It wouldn't do to let himself become to distracted by a pretty face or a body that could stop traffic. Not to mention, he had a feeling this woman would cut the balls off any man who dared to much, to fast. Then again, maybe she was one of those women who appreciated a direct approach. One could never tell these days.
Women, they were all confusing. If you gave them flowers, they wanted diamonds. If you offered them commitment, they wanted a quick fuck. Kell had long ago given up on trying to figure them out and he took what he could get like any other man but with no strings attached. His line of work didn't allow for more and he liked it that way. If someday he found a woman who could handle a shotgun like his cousin or didn't mind digging up a grave in the middle of the night like Chloe? Well, he might just reconsider. However, since females like that were few and far between, he figured he didn't need to worry about it much.
He wasn't a romeo like Colt, after all. He actually liked being alone with his own company. "My sister has a lot to say about a lot of things... Normally, I just let them go in one ear and out the other. Safer that way or my ears might bleed out. Shes got a sharp tongue on her." he drawled back, turning to pick up his glass once more and take a sip. "You here alone or is there some big burly biker man I need to be aware of who might come over here looking to drill me for talking to you? I'd hate to have my night ruined by a fight in my friends club. She might get mad enough to immaculate me."
Watching her carefully over the brim of the crystal, Kell let his gaze take in what was going on behind her too. As he did so, he saw the redhead from earlier getting brave again and heading in his direction. Groaning at the fact that some people just didn't get a hint, he sighed before looking at her.
"Do me a favor, would you? See the redhead coming over here? If you pretend your with me for as long as it takes to get rid of her, I'll pay for your drinks the rest of the night." he said, smoothly avoiding her searching questions for information about himself.
Post by Memphis Gracie Fox on May 28, 2013 16:13:25 GMT -5
Memphis had never been interested in anything more than a one-night-stand. Whether it was with a man, woman or both the raven haired huntress had never had the time or inclination to have anything 'more'. She didn't trust the opposite sex enough to throw them and women? She trusted them even less than men. Besides, the environment Memphis had grown up in didn't really help the whole normal relationship thing. As a child she had seen scum cheating on their spouses by the hour, drug addicts spending their diaper money on a quick fix, and rich men doing real dirty things to her mother and her dancing co-workers. That kind of thing really did put a chip on a girl's shoulder and not of the chocolate variety.
The profession Mem had taken up sure as hell didn't make 'ships any easier, either. Not that she wanted easy... Still, you learned early on in the hunting game that people close to you were a hassle. A distraction. And a huntress sure didn't need to be distracted, now did they?
Though that cheeky half-grin was one helluva' distraction...
Memphis snorted at his response to her question and the remark about his sister. "Sounds like my kind of girl." The azure eyed woman arched a slim brow before bringing the tumbler up for another sip and left it at that. Normally she would have finished with a comment about how the female could use her talented tongue but Mem really didn't want to get on the gruff male's bad side.
Setting her drink back on the counter and stirring it with an index finger, the hunter popped the digit between her lips before smiling around it. Did he really want to know about a possible beat down or fishing to find out if she was single? Either way, Memphis grinned fully at him and let her stark gaze flicker across his wide shoulders before coming to rest on that chiseled face. "If there was some jealous guy in leather, you look like you could take him." Memphis smirked and cocked her head to the side a little at his latter words and the obvious respect he had for his friend. Good man, this one. She knew it all the way to her frosty core.
Well...she thought so until his gaze drifted past her. Memphis, being all curious-like, glanced over her shoulder and frowned as her eyes met those of a red-head on mission. So the guy had a jealous girlfriend, huh? Mem turned back to face him wearing an acidic glare, but when he asked her to play 'girlfriend' the frown turned into an impish smirk. "Well bust out the credit card then Jack, cause it's all top shelf from here on."
The raven haired woman snorted a laugh and shook her head in amusement, swiveling to face 'Red' with an arched brow. Immediately those sapphire eyes went up and down, sizing up the other woman as if she really cared. Truth was Mem knew she was the hottest bitch in the joint.
"Let's do some shots, baby." The huntress kept her eyes on Red as she reached a hand out for his thigh. Her eyes widened as she gave it a squeeze and found all tense muscle. Damn, he was fit. Mem let her gaze shift to his for a moment before pulling the palm away, wetting her top and bottom lip with a snake of her tongue. "I'm thinking whiskey tonight babe. You know how it makes me frisky..."
Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on Jun 3, 2013 9:10:36 GMT -5
"Jack" couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't just jumping out of the frying pan, straight into the fire. The redhead looked like a man eater but he knew how to handle her sort. This ebony haired beauty though, she was something else entirely. She looked and acted like the sort that wouldn't hesitate to bust a man's balls for getting out of line and he wasn't exactly sure that was a good thing. He liked his women strong and independent but he wasn't looking for trouble. "Mary" had trouble written all over her too.
Problem was? He'd never been able to resist temptation and one glide up her form and Kell readily admitted that any red blooded man would be tempted. Even him, though Colt liked to give him shit about having the emotional response of a rock. He was a man just like any other, he just was better at keeping his dick in his pants where it belonged. This woman though, yeah, he'd be tempted to break his self imposed celibacy for a taste.
Especially when she caught sight of the redhead baring down and grinned like the minx he suspected she was. Hell. Yup, into the fire was definitely just where he'd jumped. The impish grin she shot him and the way she leaned into his personal space should have had him backing up and regrouping but instead, he found himself grinning back at her.
Feeling the other womans gaze upon them, the hunter didn't even glance in that direction as he leaned close and wrapped an arm about her hips, pulling her into the v of his legs. "Baby, keep talking like that and we might not make it through a bottle." he drawled out, eyes glinting wickedly. "Hell, we might not even make it back home.. Last time you got frisky in public, we almost winded up in jail."
Picking up the bottle that the bartender slid to them, Kell smirked before "seeming" to just realized the redhead was standing there at her gasp. Turning his suddenly cool gaze to her, he arched a brow. "Sorry, lady... I told you I was waitin on someone. My ol lady doesn't share well either." Her offended huff almost made him smirk but he turned his attention to pouring more drinks, never seeing the redheads glare or the empty beer bottle she picked up.
Post by Memphis Gracie Fox on Jun 11, 2013 8:51:22 GMT -5
Memphis was basking in the glory of Red's pissed off expression when Jack caught her by surprise and snaked an arm around her hips, drawing her in between his legs. A quiet little squeak escaped the huntress before she could stop it, and her raven head spun around to gawk at the male just as he commented on the last fictional time they had shared a bottle and gotten frisky. Never mind the game was agreed upon by her thigh grabbing, Mem couldn't get over how the big guy had taken her by surprise and was now man-handling her like he was! Sure, his make believe memories had the humorless female chucking inside, but this touchy kind of business didn't fly!
Mouth all agape, the huntress blinked a few times to catch her wild bearings and then pursed her lips at the man. Oh, she'd play the game with Red as much as she'd play it with him and end up on the winning end of both matches. Her hand had absently fallen across his thigh again though and yeah...she gave it another squeeze for good measure. Yep. Still tense and the size of a tree trunk.
"I don't share at all, baby." Memphis corrected him with a sly purr and another squeeze and then arched a challenging brow at him. As much as it was very comfortable between those large legs the feisty female shot him a look like he was gonna' get it. He didn't see it though. Jack was too busy pouring drinks when the huntress turned her head in time to see Red lift a bottle and then bring it down in a smooth arc toward Jack's pretty face. It was instinct that had Memphis throwing up a forearm to block it...or maybe she was a woman that appreciated a square jaw too much to let it get marred. Or MAYBE she was stupid. Yeah, that must have been it.
The bottle shattered against her thin limb and she scowled in annoyance. Ouch, that hurt. "You bitch!" Memphis narrowed her eyes and hissed at the woman, using the bleeding arm to reach out and grab her by the throat. "That'll scar!" Mem let her dark head fall back and then threw it forward at the same time as she pulled the ginger in against it. The head butt hurt like hell but the hunter had done it a hundred times and knew just how not to leave a mark on her skin but put the adversary on her ass.
The redhead grunted and was out like a light and Mem let her big boobs break the fall when she dropped her on the floor. Swiveling betwixt the tree trunks that had her caged in, the raven-haired female glowered at Jack and lifted her battle wounds to show him. "You better just hand over the plastic now, Jack, cause top shelf isn't gon' make up for this. I'm thinking Gucci. Maybe some new shoes..."