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Post by ERIN ROSENTHAL on Jan 25, 2011 23:27:26 GMT -6
 Why was she here again? A large sigh escaped the young hunter as she walked into the local bar, Thrashers she believed. Why? Hell not even she knew. Maybe it was because she wanted a small drink and get away for a little bit. Or maybe it was some bar she hadn't heard of and decided to check it out. Whatever the reason, it was enough to make her step inside the bar, only to see quite a few people walking around, drinking and chatting it up. Immediately her brown eyes looked around before she settled into a back table that was facing a corner and felt herself smile. There, nice and safe where she could see everything that was going on. Her eyes looked towards the slutty looking blonds sitting at the bar and chuckled. How they could just sit there and just ignore all the stares searing into their backs, she had no clue. Finally a server walked over and Erin was about to order a bloody margarita, but paused. They were in Valen territory, hell Shiver nightclub, was a block away. Who knew if the margarita was actually bloody? "Just a bahama mamma." She said smiling, not really caring if it was a extremely girlie drink. She wanted to observe this place well before she wanted to even think of getting plastered. Hell she didn't need to get plastered. Knowing this place, it was probably like the reports of missing people who went to Shiver only to be possibly bitten in the back alleyway. It was definitely not a way Erin wanted to go. As she waited for her drink, Erin's elbows propped up onto the table and rested her chin in her hands as she looked over all the other patrons. Some ditsy big boobed blond was getting hit on by some guy at the bar, a guy was actually passed out at one table, and there was a group being quite obnoxious over in the other corner. Basically, a normal bar. Sure there was a lot of people there, but they weren't interesting. Mostly sitting around and laughing and sharing their daily stories. She just hoped to god no one came to her table. In all honesty, her people skills sucked. Well with other hunters she was perfectly fine. But with normal people...it was awkward. she couldn't go 'Hi how are you? Me? Oh I work as a vampire hunter.' Conversations like that were bound to go bad. Finally she got her bahama mamma, which was a orange fruity drink where one couldn't taste the alcohol. For a little bit, she messed with the drink by moving the straw around in the glass after she took the small little umbrella and the orange slice off before she sipped it slightly. Mostly it was rum with pineapple and lemon juice, but good none the less. While she continued drinking the girly drink, her eyes scanned over the bar again, mostly watching everyone. It was a habit. A very, very annoying habit of hers. Her brown eyes then looked down to the short white dress and immediately smoothed it out. Even though it looked like the hunter was unarmed, she wasn't. In her small purse, she had mace, garlic pills to break if a vampire came after her (or to shove down one's throat if she could get the chance), and a retractable stake. It was a nifty device the Numot had created to look completely harmless and with a simple button, wham, instant stake. Of course, she had her gun too, but in all honesty, that was for last minute measures. Since the dress was so clingy in some areas, she had a special holster well.. strapped to her inner thigh. And she didn't feel like flashing people to get it either. But she had to have it, or else she would've felt odd. So if she was unfortunate enough to be attack or something, at least she was prepared. Or that's what she liked to think. A heavy sigh escaped her as she sipped at her bahama mamma once more as she scanned over the crowds again. --------- tag! Dante wc! 765 notes! it sucks :D yay! song! Take me under - Three Days Grace outfit! clickeh!
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Post by DANTE COLLINS on Jan 26, 2011 16:35:35 GMT -6
 let's leave no words unspoken,[/font] AND SAVE REGRETS FOR THE BROKEN.[/center] The loud music could be heard through the floorboards of Dante's flat on top of his bar, the music usually being his lullaby, but tonight it was more annoying than anything. He hadn't eaten - properly, anyway - in a couple days. As if that wasn't bad enough, he hadn't even gotten so much as a kiss from a woman in three days. To say that Dante was starting to get frustrated and routy was an understatement. The smell of alcohol and women drifted through the tiny cracks, and Dante had no idea how he had even expected to get a few hours of sleep. Not that he needed it, not really. It was just an easier process than waiting around for his body to strengthen without blood. Plus he enjoyed feeling normal occasionally, especially considering he wasn't that far into his vampire years. Raising his head off his pillow, he glanced at his night table, eyes narrowing at the time. The sun had been down for a few hours, which meant that Thrashers would be open for a while. That left him few options.
He could either get up and get dressed, wander down stairs and try to mingle without seeming rushed and bring whatever unlucky girl it was up to his room for some play time, or he could leave his bar entirely and go find some drunken skank outside the nightclub not too far away and take advantage of her in the shadows. Right now, however, Dante wasn't in much of a mood for a struggle. And the thought of getting a piece of tail before killing whatever bird it was that would come up with him was a lot more appealing than disturbing whatever peace was in the alleys. Deciding on going down stairs instead, Dante slowly rolled over onto his back and started to get up. He could already tell that tonight would either be completely amusing, or boring as hell. He was hoping it wouldn't be the latter, mainly because Dante could really use some kind of amusement to spark up his week. Grabbing a pair of jeans, he pulled them over his boxers, doing them up. With them hugging loosely to his sides, the brim of his boxers were visible, but that didn't matter after he threw on a muscle shirt. Running a hand through his hair after putting his socks and converse on, he grabbed his fingerless gloves and slipped into them as well. Dante found he got more attention with the ladies if he wore certain accessories, the gloves being one of them.
Not bothering to fix his bedhead, considering he usually styled his hair to stand in every which way as it was, he unlocked his flat's door and slipped out, locking it once more behind him. He didn't need some jerkoff getting in there with his one night stand and trashing the place. Padding down the stairs, he walked in to the back of the bar, nodding his head in the direction of some of the glass washers. The best thing about his staff was that they were all vampires belonging to the Valen clan. That meant he didn't have to hide his real motives behind coming down stairs on a night he usually wouldn't spend his time there. Pushing into the bar's section, having come out from the back, Dante grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped the cap off, instantly tipping it to his lips. It was gone in a matter of seconds, chugging the ice cold liquid like it was water. In fact, it practically was water with how much Dante was used to drinking it. As he was starting to lower it, however, a woman caught Dante from the corner of his eye.
She was dressed rather... weird. For a bar, anyway. The dress she was wearing didn't seem at all flirty or fun. In fact, it looked almost like she was some kind of prude trapped in her seat, begging on the inside to be let go. Arching a brow, he set the empty bottle down and started making another bahama mamma, having recognized the drink she was currently sipping at. When it was finished, he grabbed another beer and her glass, hip checking the swinging door to the bar open so he could get through. Walking over to her table, he set the glass down, standing on the opposite side of the table from her. Giving her a small smirk, he took in her face, his eyes moving down to her lips before flashing back up to her own, not wanting to push his luck. "For whenever you finish that one. S'on the house." Taking a seat, considering he owned the place he knew he could do whatever he wanted, he uncapped his second beer, never taking his eyes from her. "This is gunna sound weird, probably. But what's a thing like you doin' in my place? You don't really look the type to-" glancing over his shoulder at the bar towards the sluttily dressed girls, he looked back at her. "-mingle the way most do here."
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Post by ERIN ROSENTHAL on Jan 26, 2011 17:15:33 GMT -6
The beat of the bar was loud and with a few of her glares, Erin was successful to ward off a few drunks. She just wanted to enjoy her drink without having to deal with a few drunks or any sort of vampire. Then again, if she met a vampire, she would just deal with them. This thought made a small grin come onto her face, knowing the vampire would probably never see it coming. Again, she sipped the half empty bahama mamma as she began to zone out slightly. Her mind was reevaluating a mission she had to do the other day, which was rather simple. A newborn Drakken had gotten out of hand in Brooklyn and naturally, she was sent to exterminate. It was rather easy really since the man was all about his new strength and mostly focused on that. It was....sad more than anything since he tried to charge her. Only things she used? One bullet filled with mixed substance of holy water and hawthorn and a stake.
The vampire had been stupid enough to try to charge her while she was still a few feet away, so she merely pulled out her gun and shot him once in the head, only to watch the vampire fall when the glass part of the bullet shattered. She still remembered the screams that never effected her as she walked over, placed a foot on his stomach and staked him. And finally, poof, no more vampire. He had met his ashy end. Usually most of her missions went like that. So many years had she been in the Numot and she was only sent on simple extermination missions. Typical.
It was when something was placed in front of her was when she snapped out of it. Blinking slightly, she looked down at the new glass of bahama mamma before she looked up at the tattooed guy, hearing him explain it was on the house when she finished the other. Was it bad the first thing she thought was 'don't drink it! It's probably spiked!' Jesus she needed to get out more often and stay away from the Numot. "Thanks." She said smiling at the guy, until he suddenly sat down, asking what a thing like her doing in his place. One, cheesy line, and two, he must be the owner, duh.
When he explained she didn't look the type to mingle like the others, she looked towards some of the other skimpily dressed girls before grinning at him. "No, I usually don't...'mingle', as you say, around bars. I heard about this place from a friend and decided to check it out." She said shrugging slightly. So far she was being truthful. Now lets just pray he didn't ask her profession. Usually she told guys to beat it, but if this guy was the owner, he probably didn't want cause trouble in his own bar right? ...she needed new friends, she thought as she picked up the glass once more and sipped the drink. She was way too paranoid.
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Post by DANTE COLLINS on Feb 2, 2011 21:36:31 GMT -6
let's leave no words unspoken, [/font] AND SAVE REGRETS FOR THE BROKEN.[/center] Not only was Dante not used to seeing girls as clean-looking as Erin being in his bar, but he wasn't used to seeing women wearing white. White was a colour of purity, innocence. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a woman wear the colour white and actually look the part of the colour's role. But that's exactly what had intrigued him in the first place, the stepping stone that had made him want to go over and talk to her. And, to be honest, he was a little lost in where to start. She was hot, that was clear as day, and the dress was short enough to make him want to see just how nice the rest of her thighs looked compared to everything else. But how would he go about actually discovering, hm? Usually Dante just had to smile and he'd have someone groping him, whining and panting in his ear to take them up stairs to his flat. But this woman, he could tell, was going to be different. So much different. Maybe even difficult. The challenge was a good change of pace, however, Dante enjoying women who didn't just spread their legs at a glance. He was just rarely ever in the mood to put up with the act of winning his way into a chick's pants.
"Oh really? Well, you can keep telling your friend to recommend my place if it'll bring in more women like you," arching his eyebrows with a grin, letting the compliment play out a little. "I mean, it's nice to see a respectable woman finally walk into my joint. I was getting worried that everyone thought this was a pussy-bar." Everyone knew that's exactly what this bar was, but Dante didn't really care. He'd talk out of his ass until he couldn't anymore if it meant he was one step closer to getting her out of that dress. Lifting his beer up to his lips, he took two small mouthfuls before pulling it back down, both his hands moving to cup around the bottle. Dante rolled it around the bottom's rim a few times, mindless actions to the faint noise of the heavier music playing over the speakers. His eyes, however, weren't on his actions at all. Instead they were looking at Erin's face, studying the skin on her cheek bones, the innocence that looked like it was almost displayed, but the cracks were too easily seen. There was something about her that Dante had to know- he just had to figure out what that something was.
"Is that the real reason why you're here? It's not because your boyfriend's a dickhead and slept with some other girl?" He was aiming in the dark now, probably prying in a place he more than likely didn't want to, but he didn't care. He was looking for some kind of opening, to get to know why he found her so... appealing. She was human, so the natural appeal to her blood was there, and the fact that she was a gorgeous woman only bettered the fact that he wanted to feel her pulse. But there was more to it. "I could have you pegged all wrong, but that dress... I dunno. I just can't believe that there's nothing wrong with you." Lifting his beer up to his lips again, he gave a small smirk, knowing how bad that had probably sounded. "No one without a scar walks through that door. Ever." Raising his eyebrows, he leaned forward on the table, waiting for her reaction.
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Post by ERIN ROSENTHAL on Feb 11, 2011 10:15:17 GMT -6
When he explained that she should tell her friend to keep recommending people to come to the bar, if it brought more women like her. A slender brow raised at this as he continued, hearing him explain that it was nice to see a respectable woman. " Heh, I wouldn't say I'm a respectable woman." She said chuckling as she thought of her profession. Respectable. Riiight. She merely smiled at him as she sipped more of the first drink as he unknowingly examined her, until she looked up to seeing him doing so. Immediately she thought there was something on her face and was about to ask until he suddenly asked if it was the real reason why she was there. Blinking slightly she stared at him in confusion. "Huh? Oh no no." she said laughing slightly. "No I don't have a boyfriend in the first place." She said smiling, but inside she was kicking herself. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing to tell a complete stranger after all. Eh oh well, it wasn't like she could take the words back. However, her mind snapped from the thought when he mentioned her dress. Blinking slightly, she looked down at the white dress. "What's wrong with it?" She said as she flattened it down, not really wanting this guy to see the holster attached to her thigh. At least it was long enough to cover it up. When he explained that he couldn't believe there was nothing wrong with her, she looked back at him and raised a brow. What did that mean? Did he get a lot of people that had problems? Wait duh, this was a bar after all. A place for people to drink their problems away. At the thought, she wondered if she was there to drink her problems away. She did see a lot of death, people who wanted to kill her, etc. Damn was her life really this depressing? Once he mentioned scars, the scar on her inner left arm pulsated, which she quickly covered with her right hand, but tired to make it seem nonchalantly. "Heh, I doubt I have any interesting scars to tell about honestly." Fucking vampire. Just had to bite her huh? Luckily her partner had been there to save her ass from being turned. Even though it was just a scar, it was still a reminder of the day she had been bitten. Hell, the pain was there too since it was nothing like she had ever felt before. Incredible blinding pain. Basically since that day, it was her reminder to not trust any vampire. Returning her eyes back to the guy, she smiled again as she took her straw from the first bahama mamma and placed it in the one her gave to her. "So I don't think I ever caught your name." She said as she moved the straw and glanced up and smiled at him. --------- tag! Dante wc! 576 notes! Sorry for the wait D: lives been eek song! Take me under - Three Days Grace outfit! clickeh!
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Post by DANTE COLLINS on Mar 2, 2011 14:16:08 GMT -6
let's leave no words unspoken, [/font] AND SAVE REGRETS FOR THE BROKEN.[/center] I wouldn't say I'm a respectable woman.
If there was one thing you didn't tell a vampire who was almost as addicted to sex as he was music (which was a great amount), that would be it. All of Dante's attention was on her now, having no care for the underage morons sitting at the bar of his place, sucking back alcohol weakly. No, now he had far better things to keep him preoccupied. Like a woman who wasn't respectable. That got quite a few things turning inside his head, gears that he hadn't even planned on starting up tonight. Usually when women said that around Dante, they were saying it as a for sure sign that they were interested in showing it to him. It was only natural for him to assume that whoever she was, she'd be making the same sign. When she said that she didn't have a boyfriend, confirming what Dante had actually wanted to know, he nodded with a small smile. At least that meant he wouldn't have to deal with some guy finding out that his girlfriend had slept with a bar owner- if things turned out how Dante could see them in his head. "Yeah, I figured you didn't actually have a boyfriend. I mean, the guy would've either had to been drunk off his ass or just delusional to dick around on you." Not that Dante was interested in a relationship (he had had enough of those in high school for the rest of his immortal life), he just liked to turn almost everything he could into some sort of compliment. It usually worked as a fake charm, since he was usually too lazy to actually but his real charm on.
Watching as she patted down her dress, Dante lifted his beer to his lips, swallowing a few mouthfuls to gather an appropriate response to her question. He didn't want to offend her, because that usually didn't work with girls like the one sitting across from him. The only ones that wanted to be offended were the idiotic barely-legal girls who liked the intense bad-relationship situation. He'd have to filter his tongue a little if he wanted any chance at all at possibly getting some sort of opening with her that involved the dress he was kind of complaining about being taken off. "Well, nothing's wrong with it. It just makes me think that you're supposed to be at some fine-dressed restaurant with some douchebag who owns a corvette." He smiled a bit more, glancing down at his beer bottle between his hands a bit bashfully. "Also makes me think that I shouldn't be interested in you, because of how upper class you look compared to myself." Like one of those bad high school romances between the high school's head rebel and the queen bee.
It was hard not to follow the movement of her hand, especially considering Dante was keeping a closer eye on her than he usually would've. He had seen a little bit of the scar, but he didn't let any of the knowledge slip onto his face. The urge to pull a tight smile was there, but he knew that'd most likely make her feel uncomfortable, and tip her off that he had seen what she had been trying to hide. So she had had encounters with vampire before, had she? That made him a little weary, just for the simple fact that if he played his cards in a certain way, she might get a trigger that reminds her of the vampire that had bitten her. The last thing he needed was a buzz kill like that to ruin a night that had been looking up. "Everyone's got scars," he muttered quietly, the music making his voice only for her to hear. "Not all of them are visible, though." The right corner of his mouth twitched up into a half-assed smile, watching her dainty actions with amusement. He was glad she had taken the drink he had made her, considering he usually didn't like giving free stuff away unless he knew for sure that he'd be getting something out of it. "What, you come to my bar but you don't know my name? That's a little insulting." Chuckling under his breath, he leaned a little on his side of the table, toying with the wrapper on his beer bottle, the edges losing their glue from the bottle's sweat. "Dominic, but everyone just calls me Dante. Or 'D."
Lifting his beer up once more, he finished off the remaining bits and swallowed. Setting it back down, he made eye contact with one of his bartenders, signaling for another one. "What about you?" he asked, glancing towards her after sliding the empty bottle to the side of the table. "It's not Annabel, is it? Or Bethany, right? 'Cause I really wouldn't be able to sit here and take you seriously if it was." If she had a dress like that on in a place like his with a name to match it, Dante couldn't even begin to try and lie to himself; he'd probably have a really massive giggle fit. Not in a disrespectful way, he'd just find a large amount of amusement in that.
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Post by ERIN ROSENTHAL on Mar 3, 2011 21:50:32 GMT -6
Of course, when she said she didn't think she was a respectable woman, she was doing nothing but hint towards her job. Not one respectable person could kill many beings and not blink a eye. Now if they hadn't done anything, Erin would be normally against it. Even if the person was a vampire and sucked the life from humans, they were still people. Killing someone for no reason was still wrong to her. When he spoke about how it was obvious she didn't have a boyfriend, a eyebrow raised slightly in confusion. Was he trying to flirt with her? Well that was new. Sure, she would admit it, he was cute in the kind of "rebel" looking way. Kind of like the mysterious bad boy that most women tended to swoon over, which made her wonder if she was like most women. Well she was still talking to him, which gave him a shot. At the comment, she patted down her dress, unaware of him watching her and possibly thinking of a good reply. She was more worried about that damn gun showing. Why didn't she just bring a bigger purse? Or wore a longer dress? He was right though, she probably stuck out like a sore thumb. As he started, she looked back at him with her blue eyes, hearing about how she should be at some fancy restaurant. Immediately she laughed slightly at this and grinned at him. "Hardly. Those places are far to stuck up. Places like these are more fun usually." She said before blinking at what he said next. So he was flirting. It took a lot to not laugh at what he said though. She so should have picked out a better dress. Perhaps black next time . "You, interested in me? I figured you'd be the type of guy that would be chasing after any attractive women. Which if that is true, I don't know how I feel about that." She said grinning, obviously joking. When she noticed that he saw the scar, she shifted uncomfortably. Damn, she hoped he didn't get a good look though. Not a very good topic she liked to bring up since vampires weren't supposed to exist if this guy was a human. Wait, bad thought, don't assume everyone around you is a vampire. Sighing inwardly, she shrugged at what he said. "True, but some people don't exactly like to show them. Even if they aren't visible." she said, sipping more of the mix drink he had brought her. She never liked to show any sort of weakness and the fact that this guy possibly learned of one of her worst scars didn't make her happy. She didn't show it of course by smiling, but still, inwardly, she reaaaally didn't like it. When he suddenly said it was insulting that she didn't know his name, she blinked slightly in confusion, any sort of defensive nature from before gone. "Hey I didn't know it was your bar after all! It's my first time here." She muttered as she playfully pouted slightly while glaring at him before he told her his name. "Dante huh?" She said smiling at him. Again she sipped more of the drink, she realized she was drinking more than she thought she would tonight. Eh fuck it, why not? It was a while since she got to actually be human. Even longer since she had a conversation, with a hot guy too. She blinked when he asked about her name and smiled slightly, about to answer until he said he wouldn't take her seriously if it was something weird. "Haha, no it's not either of those. It's Erin. I know it kind of sounds like a boys name but, eh." She said shrugging slightly and sipped more of the Bahama mamma, muttering slightly. If he so even laughed, she probably wouldn't take it well. She wasn't exactly a people person and how she was getting along with him this entire time confused her. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on and the alcohol wasn't helping at all. --------- tag! Dante wc! 783 notes! <33 song! Take me under - Three Days Grace outfit! clickeh!
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