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Post by macabremelody on Jan 17, 2013 17:16:21 GMT -5
 -Maria rose earlier than she'd really needed stretching like a contented cat before she headed to the tiny closet of a bathroom to shower and then dressed in grungy clothes to start cleaning the other rooms in the dive motel she resided in. There had only been two guests and she'd made quick work of the rooms before heading to the greasy spoon diner to grab some brunch and then head back to her room to relax a bit. He didnt even cross her mind once during the morning but as the sun began its descent slowly sinking into the horizon her silver eyes watched expectantly before she had to change into clothes fitting to work at The Pulse. Briefly as she slid her jeans on a a cream colored sweater she wondered if he would show up again. Touching up her makeup and adding a hint of rose oil behind her ear and to her wrists she pulled on her boots then ventured into the night. The Pulse wasn't busy; it was still early and people were just rising for the night or enjoying their dinners before they'd head to some place to lose them-self in the music or drown their sorrows at the bar. Maria wore her hair swept back up into a high ponytail allowing a few stray tendrils of mahogany to frame her angular face. Taking her time to clean the trays for the other girls; make sure the lemon lime and cherry containers were filled. Helping stock up the beer in the front fridge. She dried off some of the still wet glasses and put them in their place all the while chatting with the bartender and the other girls as they started to arrive. Maria was already known to be friendly and helpful within her first few days of working at The Pulse and the people thus far loved her. The bouncers would start letting people into the club and Maria headed to various tables to fill their orders. Most would head to the bar as the early starters were usually the serious drinkers and wouldn't be here past the first few hours to when the music really started to have its own pulse at the back of your spine. She found her eyes when she was waiting for a drink to be made straying to the door wondering if it was just one of those freak things that he was just passing through. Would he be a regular? Did it matter? She told herself it didn't but she'd had one hell of a night. There was a strange danger to taking someone home like that. Maria was well acquainted with danger; but it was a different animal entirely to be creating her own. She shook herself; sliding her fingers to check that her necklace was still around her neck. Maria often reassured herself that she was wearing it though she could feel the heat if she just focused on it. It had its own weight; an energy to it which was ever present but barely there that was easily missed by most. Standing on the low rung of a bar stool she leaned over to stock up a few napkins which patrons could easily grab; leaving her petite frame bent over at a lovely angle as she filled them; apparently they'd been cleared out by someone who dropped half their beer in their lap- |
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Post by The Gunslinger on Jan 18, 2013 0:19:35 GMT -5
 To say that he hadn't thought about her would be right on the money. She was good lay, a necromancer, which was a curiosity, and not much more. Necromancers attracted what they would and the only reason he'd want to be around her an extended amount of time would be to catch the drop on some kindred who deserved a bit of primordial bliss as the Celestials would have it. He had a different name for it, but that's neither here nor there.
He went about his day as he usually would. Working on his car. Cleaning his guns and knives. Prepping explosives. Making home-made napalm. You know the domesticated essentials. He even did some target practice shooting in his warehouse. Always had to be a good shot if you wanted it count and that meant practice.
He also took time out of every day to do a bit of meditating. Some other mages of his own flavor mocked him for it, but he really found that it helped. Verbena Mages he understood and could therefore get down with what the spitting out even if she didn't agree with all of it.
Finally there was the night sky creeping across laden with foreboding. The same tingle at the base of his skull telling him it was time to get moving. So he did. He moved. He got in the car and drove straight to The Pulse again. The metal beast roared to life and peeled away off towards that piece of tail he had tapped just a night ago.
And what do you know..when he walked in, it was practically staring him in the face. He grinned and sauntered over to the bar counter men were looking without shame. This must be a regular thing. Did she know she did it? He looked down at his blue jeans and long-sleeved black t-shirt that all clung ot him nicely, if a bit worn looking. Fuck it.
"I'm surprised you're putting that thing on display again. I know it's gotta be sore."
He grinned with shining violet eyes. He wondered if he'd get smacked for that....for saying it so loud and in public. He didn't really care, but it was something to ponder. |
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Post by macabremelody on Jan 18, 2013 13:05:03 GMT -5
-Maria recognized the voice instantly; finished stuffing the napkins in the receptacle as she turned to regard him with a coy smirk-
I didnt know if I would see you; girl have to be prepared.-The thich accent wrapped around him to remind him of the wild night they'd shared. A strange twist in which a guy made a cocky comment and instead of getting slapped like just about any other guy in the world; it actually paid off.She held out her arms to him to have him help her down off the stool; her silver eyes lifting to hold his violet ones once she was on the ground-
Grazi. Now...was Sailor Jerry and Sprite?-She picked up her tray and would head back behind the bar. They were still slow enough that it was just as fast for her to make the drink rather than to bother the bartender. In a short while it would be too busy and she'd just put in drink orders and collect them. Maria returned to Alain to hand him his drink.-
And ...is still sore. You kiss make it better maybe.With that being said she made her way through the Pulse to check on the few tables which were there so far; refilling drinks chatting and making polite conversation. Maria didn't hang on Alain or try to occupy his time to ensure he wouldn't cross another woman to take home. It was simple; they enjoyed each other there was no reason to complicate things. Maria had enough complications. Maria was a simple woman; who had a lot on her plate. That easily made her a complicated woman if one over thought things. Alain wasn't one to over think things. Not this at least. Eventually as the night wore on she would come over to make small talk; but kept her distance generally-
I think you come back to my place; two AM I should be back to my room. Unless you get other plans in mean time.-Maria looked around the club; it was a Thursday and rather dead; her eyes trailed back to him-
Does no look good for you; guess you stuck with Italian for Dinner. |
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Post by The Gunslinger on Jan 18, 2013 15:09:02 GMT -5
A girl has to be prepared? She was hoping he would walk in her ass on display? Whatever works, one supposes. He couldn't help but chuckle at her remark. Then as she gave him her arms, he helped her down like gentleman. Gag. Really, it was just an easy way to get closer to her, their bodies brushing against each other as she came down. He grinned and let his hand trail low as she went to go get him a drink.
"Yeah, you got it."
He sat on a barstool and waited for his drink. When she returned with it, his smirk crept back upon his features as she noted that she was still sore from the night before. Yeah, ego trip. What would you expect from a guy? Pride went before the fall right or some such nonsense like that? He winked at her as he brought the mixed drink to his lips.
"Sure thing sweetcheeks."
He then proceeded to take a good swig of Sailor and Sprite, enjoying the mix of spice and lime giving just a slight trail of burn down his throat. He also enjoyed watching her walk away. But then it was time to trail for other tail. He looked around and was sorely disappointed. Not nearly as crowded tonight. Go figure. Churchgoers must all be hungover from mass. Who knows. He turned back around just in time. to see Maria return. Damn, she was forward and he did not mind one bit. He didn't get to scratch that itch nearly as much as he wanted to.
He looked around the club again at the same time she did. Yeah, pickin's were slim to nothing. He brought his smirk back to her and down his drink before slamming some money on the counter. Yeah, he paid, he didn't expect free drinks for sex...though...that wasn't a bad idea.
"I hear Italian is pretty high on carbs. Guess we'll have to work it off. See you at two."
And with that, he winked at her, got up from the bar and walked off.
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