Who's The Killer in the Crowd;; Damion

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

A girl should never go to a club alone. At least, that is how Kayla Summers always saw it. There was safety in numbers because of course, men wouldn't dare mess with a herd of women. Sometimes though, girls broke off from the herd and just like in the wild, it made them easy prey. This was especially known in Beacon Hills since things just seemed to happen for no real reason, not any that humans could comprehend at least. Kayla didn't worry too often though about meeting strange men, she knew exactly how to take care of them even if it wouldn't be declared humane but who would care, the world is naturally built on the survival of the fittest.

But who had time to simply think about this sort of stuff? Not Kayla, if anyone asked her, the young woman came here to dance. With her silly friends as well. The music was loud, techno, and the bass just made the floor seem to shake with it's power. Strobes lights made people look wonky and threatening, with just enough movement to make one think that a killer might be out there. Yet that was all part of the show and the sinister effects. Plus, Kayla could not help but to think it was always cool to see people's faces in between flashes of light, they felt like secrets getting exposed into a big, dark world or a camera catching a frame, a snapshot of life.

Her friends were grinding on some unknowns as far as she was concerned and they were no one of importance. Nor did they really look all too dangerous. Her fun though, could be considered to be in danger though as one of her friends flagged her. Grey eyes noticed it right off the bat, causing her to move in closer as her friend yelled to get heard above the music, "Can you get me a drink?!" Of course she would be the one to get a drink, she was the one without a guy all up in her business so that naturally meant that she wasn't having any fun. A sigh escaped Kayla, it sucked to be the wing man some times...if this was even considered a wing man move.

The young woman supposed though that she could be a good friend though and just like that, she turned around and exited the dance floor. One thing could be said about that move though, getting closer to the bar actually meant that she could hear people speak. Sometimes the music got a little too much for her hearing. Shifter problems 101. Speaking of problems though, there was another: there wasn't an opening at the bar. A sigh escaped Kayla at such an outrage, "Really?" This night was beginning to take a downgrade, not to mention, she probably just became the perfect target for some creeper. Whatever, she thought herself pretty good at not getting swept off her feet by strange men anyways.

With that, she decided to not be a lady and bullied her way to the front and to the bar, ducking and squsihing herself between people before stumbling straight into it. And that was merely because of her shoes rather than her toxicity, since, well, she had lacked in drinking tonight, for once. Kayla waved down one of the bar tenders, who looked like he was going to die at any minute, "Hey! When you get the chance, I need three red bulls!" It came in a can, it should be simple enough but that probably also meant that it would be put off. There was not going to be any escape any time soon. 

words--- 619
tags--- damion saeter
notes--- thank god you know what i roleplay like already
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion twisted and turned in the mirror, looking at his reflection with a critical eye that certainly bordered on obsessive. He didn’t want to go around looking disheveled, or worse, mismatching. That would surely mean disaster as far as he was concerned. He didn’t want to go around looking as though he didn’t have a care in the world what he looked like, as though nothing mattered to him. Looks meant everything. If one couldn’t look perfect, then they certainly weren’t perfect. But then, that didn’t work for him, because he was certainly an evil bastard, and wasn’t perfect in the sense of being good, more like he was the perfect balance of mischief and murder. He certainly didn’t want to disappoint.

With that in mind, Damion stepped into his closet and looked at his reflection once more, he oozed even more confidence than normal. Oh, he looked good. This time he’d gone for a dark purple, so dark it was almost black, pinstripe suit, with his normal black leather Italian shoes, and of course, his watch and the cigarettes in his front pocket. He tucked a handkerchief into his other pocket and then surveyed himself one last time, forgoing a tie as usual in favor of a look that was rumpled but not quite. With that in mind he grabbed some gel and slicked his hair back, just enough so that the strands weren’t falling in his face, but that they also didn’t look fake and horrible, instead they still looked as they always did.

He grabbed his phone and wallet and slipped them into his back pockets before he headed out of his home and out to grab a taxi. While he hated the fact that cabs always smelled awful, and tended to get under one’s skin, it was nice because then he had all the more reason to go home with someone, rather than bring them to his home. He preferred not to have to clean blood off of his pristine carpets and furniture. That would be a complete mood killer. Damion was silent on the ride to his destination, and paid the cabbie before getting out and stretching his long legs, re-situating his suit so that it lay right. He headed inside then and was immediately amidst the crowd, all the bodies pressed tightly together like sardines.

It was disgusting while also amusing really, to see them all so close, while during the day, most would probably not be so close to their coworkers, or their spouses. He strode to the bar and snagged a seat just as someone got up, and he grinned, the action more of a baring of teeth to the man who huffed indignantly behind him, no doubt having been the one next in line for a seat. Oh well. Damion thumped a hand against the bar to get the bartender’s attention, and he grinned slyly before ordering a drink for himself, loving the fact that they had great grade whiskey at the bar, even though it wasn’t remotely close to where the drink itself originated.

He felt someone barge in beside him, and he looked over to see a beautiful woman standing at the bar, waving down one of the bartenders. "Hey! When you get the chance, I need three red bulls!" She called, and Damion smirked slightly, turning just a tad to face her better as he looked her up and down. ”Hope you don’t mind the wait, lassie, as he certainly won’t be getting to you for a while. Perhaps you wouldn’t mind spending a bit of time with me while you wait. I’d certainly enjoy your company, if you’d like a bit of my whiskey.” He said with a slight smirk, grinning. ”Name’s Damion honey, what’s your name?”

NOTES :: I love how you roleplay, so shhhh. XD <3
MUSIC :: Hercules the movie
WORDS :: 632
TAGS :: Kayla;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Between the loud music and also the surge of crowds, Kayla could not help but to realize now that the wait for her cans of red bull might end up taking longer than usual. The very thought made her sigh with annoyance. No wonder her friends had decided to make her be the one to get off the dance floor, they were looking to get laid and refused to have any break from their seduction techniques. That is, if one could really call it that but Kayla supposed that that some men were easier to win over than others, specifically if they had a hidden agenda with all the slayings going on right now. But that always required a certain degree of paranoia that most residents just seemed to ignore.

She leaned heavily on the bar now, deciding to put most of her weight were she could support it and that was the counter top with her arms. While Kayla could spend most of her day in heels, standing still at the bar was not something that she had mastered quite yet. The young woman thought this was going to end up being one of those nights where she was just going to get ignored, yet again. Something that she honestly just couldn't understand half of the time, but just then, out of the corner of her eyes, a man besides her shifted in such a way to get a better look at her. She honestly had the full plan of just ignoring him or playing hard to get, but the moment the man spoke, Kayla felt herself crumble almost a little too easily.

Was that an accent she heard? Or even more importantly, was that an European accent she heard? Grey eyes glanced over to man now and carefully glanced him over. Fair skin, dark hair (although, that could be potentially died), high cheek bones, and possibly, quite possibly, have some of the most interesting eyes that she had ever seen. Even with the lighting that the bar provided her, Kayla still couldn't quite tell if they were blue or green. In many ways, it felt like a mystery. A trivial one, but a mystery nonetheless. And, he was certainly classy with the way he was dressed, designer and quite possibly imported. Now that was something that she didn't see too often in the town of Beacon Hills.

Considering how much she was drinking in his image now, Kayla hoped he also enjoyed his view. No doubt that he did, since he was the one who prompted the conversation in the first place. She knew that she should be playing hard to get, but there was just something about this man that was drawing her in like a moth to the flame and of course, that was a never a good scene. Yet Kayla pushed her animal instincts to the back of her mind, "Normally, I would mind waiting, but with you around, I dare say I might just survive this horrible evening then," she replied smoothly now, a sly smile resting on her face to match his devilish smirk.

"Damion?" she asked curiously, "Interesting name." It sounded like something else too in her mind, but there was no need to say those thoughts out loud. Of course, she probably shouldn't talk to tall, dark, and handsome strangers but if he just introduced himself, well, they simply were not strangers any more. With that though, the young woman supposed that she owed him her name as well, "Kayla," she replied simply enough. Her hand slid over now, reaching for his glass and pulled it towards her now, grey eyes looking at the drink curiously, "I've never had whiskey before. I hear it's strong." Lifting the glass up now to eye it, Kayla could just smell it, strong and powerful, boozey as always, "But it must be good if you're recommending it."
 

words--- 649
tags--- damion saeter
notes--- dwahhhhs. i love your skills also.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion was glad he’d chosen this club to go to that night. It was throbbing with younger souls, those that were hard partiers and wouldn’t be too dearly missed in the end. Not to mention they tended to question less when they were ridiculously drunk off their asses. And even better? They knew how to hold their liquor. That was one of the best things in the switch from the European countries to the US. College students in the States knew how to hold their alcohol, the ones he was after anyways, and that was what made it great. He didn’t have to worry about cleaning up after them, and their decision making skills were inhibited in the best of ways. It was all too easy to slip a suggestion to them, get them to leave alone before he followed after, thus leaving even less evidence.

He was always careful to cover his tracks. A smirk lined his lips as he swirled the whiskey around in his glass, contemplating draining it and going for another one or finishing it and heading out to prowl for a nice bit of fun for the night, as well as a fresh new victim. But then again, it seemed he didn’t have to go anywhere at all, because before he knew it, he was in the presence of a hot little piece of flesh, young, just above college age, but definitely a good idea to ponder over. He turned slightly, having heard her order, and took her in, eyes trailing over her figure before he smirked and was all too happy to speak up, mention the wait she probably already had an idea about, and his own little offer. As a way of proving he wasn’t carrying ulterior motives with his drink, he lifted it to his lips and drank a nice sized swallow down.

Let her think on that. But it seemed she wasn’t worried about his motives, rather she seemed to be glancing him over, though more carefully and thoroughly than he’d done with her. So he took the opportunity to scan her over once more, taking in her curves, the gray eyes, the thick hair he wouldn’t mind burying his hands in. He liked what he saw, nonetheless, and he had had far too few blondes in his time. In his experience most were flighty and small of intelligence, but something said that while she may not be genius level material, nor was she that low of intelligence either. A good quality in favor of his luring her in. But it seemed his appearance itself was already doing part of his job for him.

That was easy enough on him. With the way she was drinking him in, he was glad to have caught someone’s attention so thoroughly. He hadn’t even had to say little more than his offer and his few casual words and she was drawn in. Well, now wasn’t this fun. "Normally, I would mind waiting, but with you around, I dare say I might just survive this horrible evening then," She replied smoothly, a sly smile curving her lips to match his own devilish expression. Now wasn’t she a little firecracker? Nice, very nice. ”Well, I’m glad to hear that, lassie. Glad to know I can make it worth your while in the end.” He returned easily, grinning.

"Damion?" She asked curiously. "Interesting name." She added and he grinned wider. Without much more waiting, she spoke up in offering of her own name, "Kayla," And he grinned darkly. Damion watched her hand slide out to reach for his glass and pull it towards her, grey eyes glancing at the drink curiously, and his grin widened. "I've never had whiskey before. I hear it's strong." She said, lifting it up to eye it. ”It’s a true pleasure to meet a beauty like you, Kayla. And oh, it definitely is strong, but it sends the best kind of fire through you.” He replied easily. "But it must be good if you're recommending it." She finished, and he smiled slyly. ”I am recommending it, highly. Go on and try it, lassie, I can say almost positively that you’ll like it.”

NOTES :: Naww thankies darlin'
MUSIC :: Drive By - Train
WORDS :: 703
TAGS :: Kayla;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Experiences like these probably shouldn't happen. Strange, tall, dark, and handsome men in Italian shoes just don't show up in Beacon Hills with thick accents. Someone was a long way from home and Kayla Summers knew that she should be wondering why. But it was hard to do so with her sex drive telling her other wise. She could take care of herself, she wasn't a damsel nor was she stupid either. Girls of her standards could never afford to be stupid because there was always so much to loose. Then again, that could just be a shell of her former self doing the talking. Yet Kayla knew she had to be something special now to get such undivided attention, that's just how it worked.

Her gaze probably lingered on him than it should have. It was rude to do so but she just could not seem to help drinking in the very image of this man. Something addicting about it, or maybe Kayla truly had been more starved for attention that she thought she had been. Not to mention, she refused to to be this easy for anyone, Italian shoes or not. Yet with the conversation starting to roll now, the young woman knew well enough that she was caught in it and ignoring the man might just prove to be hard after her very good look. His voice was as smooth as velvet still, the word 'lassie' almost enough to make her swoon. Key word of course, being almost.

"Just a little bit," she commented, still keeping her relatively sly smile. His name prompted such a grin though from the man, almost like a Cheshire Cat and it truly did make Kayla wonder if she were missing out on a joke that only he could understand. Maybe she didn't want to know, yet she was still very intrigued all the same, "Why would your parents name you that?" the young woman asked innocently now. Men do like the talk, something told her that Mr. Damion would be no different. Plus, clubs, nobody was really there to learn anyone's life story, it was more just about hooking up and having fun.

Kayla still could not help but to eye the drink carefully. She had seen him drink from it, it it was clear that it was safe as far as creeper techniques go. Laughter bubbled up from her at his words, "Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the girls you meet Damion." The young woman commented now about his beautiful comment, but she did take the descriptive about the whiskey to heart. Strong drinks. Kayla twisted her mouth a little bit, still staring at the deep amber liquid as if it might be a trick. Her usual drinks were various colors of the rainbow with little umbrellas and lime. Still, it couldn't be all that bad if he was talking about a fire, she heard that drinks that make you feel warm and fuzzy were wonderful.

For a moment, she dared to wonder if it would hinder her in any way, not as a human but as a bear. Although, Kayla truly had no plans of shifting tonight. Grey eyes stole a look at the man for a moment before deciding that she could trust him even with that sly smile of his. After all, this was the kind of game that men played anyways. Bringing the glass to her lips, it rested there for a moment before tipping it and took a chuck, and a big one at that. He had not been joking, there was a fire, a burning one. Yet she took another chug before placing the glass back down. Classy Kayla. She could not help but to laugh again, only this time she found herself certain it was from the whiskey, "You weren't joking, that is strong." Pushing the glass carefully back to him now, grey eyes just watched him, "I'm not sure if I can handle it as much as you though."
 

words--- 675
tags--- damion saeter
notes--- none
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion was intrigued by this woman, who by all means wasn’t human for sure, but was definitely another shapeshifter like him. Only not quite similar to him. An animal shapeshifter then. Very interesting. Shouldn’t she very well be able to see that he was dangerous? Out for a nice hunt and some good fun? Maybe not. From the faint scent of pine, or perhaps just dirt and woods, a nice mixture really, earthen, he surmised that her creature was that of a forest dweller. And something, perhaps just internal instinct told him that it was big, bigger than anything of the prey sort, because if that were untrue, she wouldn’t be weaving her way through the crowd with such ingrained confidence in herself and her abilities.

One could only fake so much after all. Perhaps if he just got a touch of her, he could see what she shifted into. That would work. He could also then see what she liked and didn’t like, and what her purpose was for the night. But either way, he would definitely need something stronger than plain old ropes on this girl. Chains, not the regular ones, the heavy, thick chains would do very nicely. Sure he’d have to cut around the wrists and ankles, but if he bolted the shackles in place he wouldn’t lose too much skin. And he never cared much for the feet anyways. Hands were a bit more crucial, but he found more times than not the fingers were near impossible to skin so perfectly.

"Just a little bit," Her comment brought him from his planning to see her sly smile, though his name prompted a grin from him, since he was honestly amused and anticipating the coming events of the night. "Why would your parents name you that?" She asked innocently, and Damion raised a brow curiously, chuckling. ”Why would they name me Damion? Well, they didn’t name me, you see. I named myself. The name fits, aye?” He said with a smirk, as it was true. When he’d changed identities upon leaving Scotland, he had affected a slightly different name for himself, and he did think it fit quite nicely.

He noted her careful eying of his drink, and it seemed that even though she’d seen him drink from it, she didn’t believe in its safety. But he knew it was safe. It was beyond him to stoop to such petty levels as putting drugs into one’s drink to get them lured. No, the drugs came a bit later when the fun came. And only so that they didn’t put up too much of a fight. "Oh, I'm sure you say that to all the girls you meet Damion." She said with a laugh, and he grinned unrepentantly. ”Aye, I do in most cases. But in general those girls don’t deserve the compliment as much as you do. You wear beauty well.” He returned as she stared into his glass as though it might bite her.

Kayla stole a look at him before she brought the glass to her lips and tipped it back, taking a sip, and a big one at that. He grinned as she laughed again, and he could see that it wasn’t entirely from her own choice after taking another chug of the drink before putting it back down. "You weren't joking, that is strong." She said as she pushed the glass back to him, her eyes watching him, "I'm not sure if I can handle it as much as you though." She added, and Damion laughed huskily. ”I’ve grown up on it, perhaps not entirely literally, but I’m used to it.” He said easily as he took the glass back and drained the last of it, two rather large swallows, without so much as a change in posture or expression. He set the glass down on the counter and tapped two fingers on the bar top for another. ”You can have more when I get another, if ye want, lassie.”

NOTES :: None~
MUSIC :: Lacrymosa - Evanescence
WORDS :: 672
TAGS :: Kayla;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Perhaps, she probably should have been paying attention to the fact that she had left the herd and didn't have a friend with her, that her following actions were putting her in trouble and amongst all the human scents and alcohol, there was another like her and it just might be him. But at the same time, Kayla found herself already drunk on his very presence, wrapped up in his voice and his looks. Being a shifter sometimes made her foolish, and this just happened to be one of those times. Nobody would hurt her, since she was bigger than them, faster, and above all, stronger. Yet, never in a million years would Kayla had thought that she'd been figured out.

And that's what made her rather foolish this night. He has quite a nice smile, she thought to himself, as he returned her own. Her question prompted some curiosity, but Kayla didn't mind. She wasn't afraid of being bold with her questions; it got her places instead of dancing around conversation topics like other people choose to do. Kayla was confident and that never seemed to bother any man that she's ever met. His answer though, proved to be a rather interesting one and it nearly caught her off guard, "You named yourself?" she asked, repeating his words as if she hadn't quite heard him correctly the first time. Now why on earth would he do that? It was a strange thing to do, "Quite possibly." She commented now.

The name meant to tame, yes? She could be wrong though, Kayla didn't pay much attention to what names meant half of the time. Still, if he picked it out for himself, it had to say something about him. It just sounded so much like another word to her. Still, it was hard to not just hang on his every word. And now he nearly got her right there when she was taking a sip of his drink. Somebody was quite the smooth talker. A smile played across her lips, drinking the compliment, "I do admit that I have to agree with you there," Kayla commented now, for once allowing her ego to slip through her usual good girl act. Might as well toss the rest of it out the window as well.

Plus, maybe he'd figure her out in no time. Although, she wasn't sure if she could handle another shot of whiskey. It dawned on her that there was a reason why Kayla liked her fruity drinks, they still got her drunk and yet they tasted good unlike this amber liquid that she had just chugged. Even not being human, it still made her feel a little light headed at that very moment, but the affects were already warring off, "Well, kudos to you then. That's impressive," because there is no doubt that those were a lot of years getting acquired to the taste. Even more so, that he was drinking it here in the US. After all, didn't all Europeans do nothing but complain that the alcohol here nothing like the alcohol back home?

She shouldn't even be pondering this though; Kayla had other things on her mind. Such as having fun and that didn't involve drinking more whiskey. When he offered her another one, the young woman merely shook her head before her grey eyes just settled on him. She turned a little more now, facing him full on and then saying with a sly smile, "Drinking's fun and all, but I can think of more entertaining things for us to do at my house" Forward? A little, but something told her that Damion probably wouldn't be scared off.
 

words--- IDK
tags--- Damion Saeter
notes--- BTW i don't know if you saw, but my computer freaking died and I'm not getting a new one til 9/1 so all my stuff is going to be all wonky and stuff since I'm stuck with two ten year old computers for the time being.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie

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Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left alone.

Damion wondered at why this woman was alone. Wasn’t together with someone else. Then again she seemed bold enough to not be worried about being surrounded by others, to be involved in her little cliques. "You named yourself?" She asked, as though she hadn’t quite heard correctly, or rather, just didn’t believe that he would do such a thing. But then again, he’d had full mental capacity, given it hadn’t been too many years since his switch from Europe to America. ”Well, I did have the opportunity of full mental capacity when I named myself at the time, of course.” He commented easily, his eyes glittering with amusement. She could see that as she pleased. "Quite possibly." She commented, and his eyes sharpened with curiosity as well as that continual amusement.

He knew that his name had different meanings, though in his mind had been the relation to the name Daemon. Or Demon. He was a demon in his own right, was he not? It was ironic and amusing to him, how people didn’t blink twice at the name, as it seemed to be somewhat common, if a little older in origin. A smile crossed her lips, as she drank in his compliment. "I do admit that I have to agree with you there," She agreed, her comment showing that she was indeed confident, and that it wasn’t so much an act as part of who she was, something that both amused him and gave him an idea of how would be best to approach his...well, seduction of her.

She already seemed entranced so far. ”Well, it’s nice to know that you aren’t lacking in confidence. I always do so like confidence in a woman, especially one as fine as you.” He replied easily, eyes glinting. "Well, kudos to you then. That's impressive," She added, and he chuckled, dipping his head in acceptance of the words, finding it amusing how most seemed to admire those that acquired tastes for the fiery alcohol. He found it an invigorating drink, something to warm him from the inside out, to get his blood pumping and a nice rush to his head that actually cleared his thoughts, so long as he limited his consumption of that. He was no fool, and he knew his alcohol well.

When he offered her another, she simply shook her head before settling those lovely grey eyes of hers on him. She turned, facing him full on before speaking up with a sly smile, "Drinking's fun and all, but I can think of more entertaining things for us to do at my house." He forwent a raising of his brows, and simply smirked. So she was making this far too easy. ”Oh, are there? Well, I wouldn’t want to miss out on such entertaining things. Whenever you wish to leave.” He gestured to the door before draining his drink and paying for it.

NOTES :: No worries~ <3
MUSIC :: Same Love - Macklemore
WORDS ::
TAGS :: Kayla;

'Cause beyond every bend
Is a long blinding end.
It's the worst kind of pain
I've known.

[Kayla Harlow Summers]

                                            

Well, one would hope that they would have full mental capacity when choosing their new name. However, it made her quite curious as to what the original one was and even more importantly: why bother changing it? Was there some significant meaning to the name, or something underlying that she just didn't know and he did? They were riddling questions to Kayla Summers yet they also became quite dull questions in her mind as well. Why should she just sit here riddling away about his name when she could be doing something productive, like kissing him, or having his hands on her body, or perhaps most importantly, having him in her bed. Oh yes, she just went there. Besides, that was the point of clubs, to have a nice one night stand. She wasn't looking for love, not in a club at least and something told her that Damion felt the same way as well.

She felt herself grin at his words. And to think, she still had her clothes on, "Well I'm glad you do. If you didn't, well, I have to say that you'd have your hands full tonight." Perhaps that was too much of her to assume that he would be with her all night, but Kayla felt herself pretty certain that she was going to make his plans her without so much of a second thought. Not to mention, she was hot, duh, who wouldn't want to be with her? Actually, lots of people, as she had discovered in Beacon Hills were she was just once again, some little nobody. A simple annoyance that bothered the young woman every day of her existence and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave it with its surplus of supernatural activity. After all, people were so busy with werewolves that they barely seemed to pay attention to the fact that there were other kinds of shifters out there and that made it safe from hunters. Not to mention, unlike Texas, California was actually known to have grizzly bears.

And well, there it went. The statement of statements to really seal the deal in this nighttime courtship. Grey eyes simply watched him with avid curiosity as a coy smirk just sat on her lips. There was a passing second as his eyebrows arched, perhaps at her boldness, but then, he returned the smirk. At that moment, Kayla could feel her's grow. Oh, how she had him and to think, she wasn't even a true predator. In that moment though, the young woman felt like one though: a man eater, "No, I don't think you want to," she purred now as he finished off his drink. He didn't even need to gesture towards the door, Kayla was already sliding off her chair now, foot placed firmly on the ground before the other followed. Now of course, she probably shouldn't rush things, that wasn't classy but well, he was a fine looking man and it had been a while since she really had someone as tall, dark and handsome as he was, "Well ,I was thinking we can leave now, that is, you are quite alright with it." Kayla commented with a grin now, of course, she hardly waited for his answer as she was already heading out the door.
 

words--- IDK
tags--- Damion Saeter
notes--- BTW i don't know if you saw, but my computer freaking died and I'm not getting a new one til 9/1 so all my stuff is going to be all wonky and stuff since I'm stuck with two ten year old computers for the time being.
lyrics--- Lady Gaga's The Edge of Glory
credit--- Credit to Dollie