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| Topic Started: Sunday, 28. September 2014, 15:57 (301 Views) | |
| Lynx | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 15:57 Post #1 |
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Lynx was not in his customary black shirt and slacks. The 5'7 blond haired Irishman didn't intend to be behind the bar this evening. Reggie had had the two weeks he was gone to familiarize herself with the bar and he wanted to see what she'd learned. So the stocky short man was in a simple white short sleeve t-shirt with a black Sith logo that clung to his muscular torso and a pair of faded jeans. He was in a pair of sandals, of all things. He had his leather bracer on his left forearm, holding his phone safe and secure. He was paler than he had been, there was no helping that. The scar that ran down the left side of his face had faded to a thumb thick pale pink line that traveled from above his temple to his jaw, pulling his lip and eyebrow to the side. His green eyes looked over the place as he considered how well she'd do as a bartender. Did she have the gumption to interact with so many vampires? It was an interesting question. She'd wanted to do it and it seemed Ms Sherwood didn't mind. He still felt vaguely guilty about the way he'd used her. She'd seemed to enjoy it, but still. Normally he put a bit more effort into making sure a woman had a good time and when he'd fucked Reggie in the basement the only thing he'd cared about was getting off in a warm body. Well, on it at least. It had been a bit intoxicating. Being rough, tying her down, using her like a fuck puppet. He could see how some folks got caught up in that kinky shit. He wasn't sure it was fully for him, but an every so often sort of thing, well, it hadn't been bad. So this time around he was here to act the part of the customer and see how well she knew her trade. |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Reggie | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 23:29 Post #2 |
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Little Sparrow
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Reggie had made herself an underbust corset that was decorated in a black and red embroidered burlesque style. A closer look would reveal that the red bits were actually small Batgirl symbols. The corset pushed Reggie's bosom up into a plump decolletage. A classic frilly white off-the-shoulder blouse completed the wench look. Her hair was pulled up into two manga bulbs and tied off with red and black ribbons. Below the corset she wore a pleated black skirt that flared out to her knees and red leather boots that clung up her shins. Her make-up made her eyes pop and her lips were painted luscious red. The demure slip of a girl that Reggie usually displayed was not in the room. Instead the fresh faced ghoul was bouncing around happily. In addition to the usual bowls of salted nuts Reggie had added a bowl of red and black M&M's. When she saw Lynx, Reggie flashed him a sly smile and some color ran into her cheeks. As he moved closer the smile faded a touch... something didn't seem right. But, the ghoul had a job to do. She put her elbows on the bar and rested her chin on her folded hands atop the arch of her forearms. She smiled at her boss. "Welcome to Hospitality!" Her eyes were dancing. Reggie stood up then and swept up a burgundy leather-bound drinks menu and held it closed in one hand. "I'm Reggie, and I'll be taking care of you. Do you know what you'd like hon?" She swayed the menu, ready to place it down if her customer indicated he didn't. |
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| Lynx | Tuesday, 30. September 2014, 23:39 Post #3 |
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Lynx grinned when he saw her. He couldn't help it. The barmaid outfit amused him. He raised a golden eyebrow and the tips of his fangs peaked below his upper lips as he smiled wide. He didn't shy away from looking her up and down. She looked good, that was for sure. Perhaps having some help tending the bar wasn't a bad thing. The M&M's weren't a bad touch. They made him a bit sad, he could appreciate the flavor if he wanted to lick them and throw them out. But he couldn't eat them anymore. Not without projectile vomiting everywhere. He hadn't inherited Jason's ability to mimic humanity so readily by eating food to be rid of later. "I'll have Female Beer, iffen ye please girl." Might as well see how she reacted. He figured Piscina would have told her, since he was sure Jason had sent her a message. Though given the moods Jason had been in during his transition period it's possible it slipped the Swedish vampire's mind. That'd be awkward. Reggie was one of the few people he expected to keep in contact with from his mortal times. Not that he had really encountered her all that much. Watched her walk back and forth being Piscina. Fucked her raw in the basement that one time. But aside from that just the one casual conversation. Still, how would she react when she realized what he was? He realized he was actually a bit nervous about that. That made his uneven temper flare a bit. Why should he worry about what this girl he barely knew felt about him? Gah. He was such a fucking wreck since Jason and C.J had set sail. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax. He'd figure out some method of reminding himself he was still alive at some point. Veronicka had given him a hint of how he could manage it that was well within his style. Then again wouldn't it be just like him to sex his way into eternity? He could feel Jason facepalming from here. |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Reggie | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 05:09 Post #4 |
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Reggie saw. Reggie obviously saw the fangs. Her eyes widened and a dew rose over them as she realized what must have happened. Her sadness for Lynx drew her lips down and brought the rest of her fresh face with them. Had he known... when we? She wondered. Reggie had dropped the menu in her surprise. "Sorry..." Reggie blinked. "Oh Lynx, I didn't know" she whispered. She started to say something more but found her throat too thick. Reggie squatted down behind the bar to pick up the menu she dropped. While out of sight she dabbed at her wet eyes and got the Female Beer. She stood back up and showed a brave smile. With practiced ease she popped the top of the bottle and poured it into a pint until the head formed at the top. "And here you are, sah" Reggie said with a noticeable Yorkshire accent as she slid it to him. Not sure if her boss was going to pay, she just started up a bill with 80 quid, put it in a small burgundy server book and placed it in the bar crease in front of him. Reggie stood quietly there, trying desperately not to stare but really hoping that Lynx said something... anything... to show that he was still there, the devilishly charming Irishman that she fancied. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 1. October 2014, 12:17 Post #5 |
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Lynx clucked in his throat and flashed a grin, his green eyes sparkling in amusement. "Relax Reggie, I'm no gonna bite ye. Ye fergot te warm the blood though. Important thing te remember. Unless ye know the vamp in question likes their blood served cold." He chuckled in an amused laugh and took the tankard up. He still craved blood enough and felt his hunger keen enough that he'd drink the beer without a complaint, room temperature or not. He did reach into his pocket and draw out his wallet, flipping it open and sliding out four twenty pound notes and sliding it across the bar at her. His studied her. The look of sadness, the nervousness. He realized that he wasn't the same being to her anymore. He'd entered the zone of "monster" now. Or walking corpse. He sipped the blood to cover the desire to sigh, it wasn't like he needed to anymore. He didn't even need to breath at all, except to talk. "So as ye can see there've been some changes. Shouldna affect the running o'the Club much. I've no changed all that much. A bit o'dental adjustment and a diet change. I'm still me." Which might or not be at odds with how he'd mentioned that vampires should be handled with snakes when they'd talked before. But then again it was different when you were the one who had become the snake. He sipped the drunk's blood again and enjoyed the sensation of a warm beer coursing through his blood. |
color code 00CC00 #BC8F8F: Japanese ![]() “if you consider a woman less pure after you've touched her maybe you should take a look at your hands” Permanent Fangs - Flaw Sharpened teeth from fangs back - Frenzy Mark | |
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| Reggie | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 02:34 Post #6 |
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Reggie did what had served her many times in her young life when faced with the inscrutable or unsettling. She made her head into the Alamo and hid her heart in there. Transforming into Brainy-Reggie. "I'm good..." Reggie said, not quite convincingly. "Well, I will be. I'm sure. It... I guess I just don't understand why you chose this. I mean, did you chose this?" Reggie took a closer look at him, curiosity replacing fear in her eyes. She leaned in and tilted her head at the prominent fangs; though she resisted the urge to reach out and touch them. There were silent questions on her lips... do those hurt? Are they stuck? Deep in her brain, hidden behind sturdy walls of intellect; feeling-Reggie was weeping in anguish. Vampirism suddenly seemed more horrifying, seeing the transformation of Lynx drove the point home... the vampires she had come to know, were not always vampires. It was a fantasy she didn't even know she had been nursing. A little more darkness crept in as Reggie's bright sun set another arc degree. |
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| Lynx | Wednesday, 8. October 2014, 12:24 Post #7 |
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"Ye've got two choices when yer a ghoul. Ye can do what needs te be done te become a vampire, earn the transformation and then learn how te live in yer new life, or ye can stay a servant ferever. Bound by supernatural love and attraction for all yer existence, which could be a very long time. Jason didn't want that fer me. He wanted me te stand on me own. Didn't want me te be a slave te his blood ferever. So I was remade. The better te survive on me own two feet." He regards her curiously, his green eyes half closed as he considered the changing expressions on her face. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the bar. He raised his mug of cool blood to his lips and sipped it slowly, using it to cover his face and his thoughts. He wasn't sure how he felt about the obvious emotions playing across Reggie's features. So, it was probably a good thing he hadn't made all that many friends. If their reaction was going to be like this. Ah well. So it went. He just let the pain add itself to the black despair that lingered in his breast over Jason's traveling to Norway with C.J. Truth was he was already so full up on pain and suffering that it was a wonder he could even feel this new disappointment. But in the long run he didn't have a lot of room for this new injury to change him over much. He was already suffering far more than most people could comprehend. So he just sipped his blood and stood quietly. |
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