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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 20:25:18 GMT -5
Morgan slaps a five dollar bill down out from the clutch that was buried somewhere in the front of her dress, "I'll take one of those then..." Her eyes still watching the bar owner, is that...is that wet dog I smell? "Oh no, that'll be just fine..." But then her voice is cutoff as the woman across from her reveals her neck. Immediately, without even thinking about it, her hips slap the underside of the table and she forces her attention away back to Marisol. "You own a dog?"
She isn't sure if the one with the tattoos did that on purpose or what, but she also isn't sure if either of them, or the patrons in the back just noticed the woman in black nearly jumping out of her skin.
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Marisol Rios
RPers
Night Lupis Pack Leader
Aw yeah pizza and fries
Posts: 100
Character Name: Marisol Rios
Character Age: 23
Character Abilities: Heightened Healing
Super Sense
Job: Owner of McArthurs
Wallet: 180
Bank Balance: 11,400
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Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 20:35:55 GMT -5
Marisol notices the interaction between the two and snickers at Morgan's reaction albeit Marisol's face turns a bit red herself before saying, "Nope don't own any dogs I tend to travel a lot so would be difficult to look after all the time." She then sighs and motions to the bartender to make the drink while she grabs the five saying, "the bartender'll bring it to you if you'll excuse me i'm going to check up on some of the other patrons. It's good for business." Vampire is catching on and the demon is flirting with the vampire. Okay then I can handle that. Marisol greets the two regulars warmly letting a quick chat filled with laughter fill the otherwise quiet room before excusing herself more calm and relaxed then before. She finally heads over to the demon. Marisol stops in front of her giving a sheepish grin and saying, "don't see the owner of the casino around her all that often, what brings you here today?"
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Post by Delondra Irkalla on Jul 28, 2016 20:49:07 GMT -5
Delondra's eyes never leave her phone, though she lets out a chuckle, her perfect white teeth showing through her soft parted lips for a brief second. It would look like she was laughing at something she read or saw on her phone, though almost immediately after her golden orbs moved to Morgan, eyes half-closed in a relaxed expression, though it clearly bordered on a seductive glance just for a fraction of a second, her neck still exposed in her general direction. Her attention immediately turned to Marisol, the seductive nature of her glance flashing for a second again, this time at Marisol, because why not. "Am I to understand you're the owner? Miss Rios?" her smile was pleasant, though very slightly crooked, "I love my casino, but sometimes a girl needs some peace and quiet. Besides, you have such a lovely place here."
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 20:51:29 GMT -5
Bob walks the red drink over to the woman who sits there all darkly like she's ready for a funeral, more pale than the moon on a foggy fuckin' night. "Here you go ma'am." And just as quickly as he meandered away from his post behind the counter, he's back again and staring into empty space as if not a thought ever really crosses his mind.
[bob will return if needed but will stay out of post order otherwise]
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 20:53:06 GMT -5
Morgan doesn't say anything when her drink is brought over, but she takes it and her lips touch the glass, watching Marisol walk away, she tries to keep her eyes away from the enticing flesh. The neck. That pulsing vein. She tries to avert her attention from the blood creeping over the backs of her eyes, but moving her eyes down into her drink doesn't help much. She reaches into her dress and tosses a pack of smokes onto the table, lifting out one stick and lights up right there. "Fuck..." She whispers to herself.
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Marisol Rios
RPers
Night Lupis Pack Leader
Aw yeah pizza and fries
Posts: 100
Character Name: Marisol Rios
Character Age: 23
Character Abilities: Heightened Healing
Super Sense
Job: Owner of McArthurs
Wallet: 180
Bank Balance: 11,400
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Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 21:04:31 GMT -5
Marisol's face turns slightly red from a blush again and she says, "Call me Marisol not big on being called by the last name." Do not find demons attractive Marisol. They will steal your soul from you or something you know better than to get to tangled into their business literally and figuratively. She glances to Morgan to give herself time to recompose, noticing that Morgan's having a some of her own inner turmoil. She she turns back to Delondra, "Yeah it's a nice quiet place during the slow hours. This is around the best time for some quiet but for some reason it's more lively than usual. Not necessarily a bad thing but unusual to say the least." She let's out a sigh and mutters under her breath, "all manners of creatures of the night are congregating here today."
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Post by Delondra Irkalla on Jul 28, 2016 21:14:55 GMT -5
Delondra's eyes narrow a bit further, not so much an angry glare but an almost cynical one. She quickly softens the glance as the semi-crooked pleasant smile returns to her face. "You're not the only one with good hearing, dear. I suggest you keep certain things in your head." She says in a hushed yet firm tone with a wink, taking a deep breath of Morgan's second hand smoke. "You humble me with a first name, so I shall return the favor. Call me Delondra." She glances over at Morgan, then back at Marisol. "Are you two...?" she baits, making a faint gesture between them with her finger, the gold edge of her black fingernails glinting in the light of her booth.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 21:18:54 GMT -5
Morgan still sits there with her drink up to her mouth, hand cocked to the side cigarette burning and filling the air with a choking cloud of nicotine afterburn. She can't exactly hear everything that's being said but then she notices the suited woman pointing at her and then the one who kinda smells like a dog. And then it hits her. A werewolf. You're sitting in a werewolf owned bar. Holy mother of myself. Morgan sits her drink down and the glass sweats into the wood creating a darkn ring. She takes a drag, stands up, and leans a hip against the table, her attention torn between the tattooed woman's neck and the newly discovered wolf standing right in front of her.
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Marisol Rios
RPers
Night Lupis Pack Leader
Aw yeah pizza and fries
Posts: 100
Character Name: Marisol Rios
Character Age: 23
Character Abilities: Heightened Healing
Super Sense
Job: Owner of McArthurs
Wallet: 180
Bank Balance: 11,400
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Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 21:27:22 GMT -5
Marisol grins mischievously, "So your kind does have good hearing that's good to know. I mean I had a hunch but wasn't so sure. But sorry about the rudeness i'll keep it to myself next time Delondra." Marisol follows Delondra's hand at her question. are we what? playing a game of guess what I am? yes. Yes we are. She shakes her head chuckling another flare of red on her cheeks, "Nope, not at all. Ran into her outside and gave her a helping hand." Now i'm waiting for when the lightbulb flashes and to see how she reacts. She then asks raising an eyebrow, "Did you want me to introduce you?" She nods over to Morgan again at the suggestion. Yes let's introduce the demon to the vampire so they can start dating and team up to destroy the werewolves. Yes. Let's do that.
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Post by Delondra Irkalla on Jul 28, 2016 21:40:18 GMT -5
Delondra's eyes shift to the patrons in the bar and then back at Marisol. Maybe the patrons were like her. Maybe wolves didn't worry too much about the masquerade. Humans were quite gullible, often laughing at the idea of anything like them existing. "So I'm to understand you know little of my... people." She couldn't help but chuckle at her own choice of words. "Oh this is adorable. I'm sorry, I feel like I'm in high-school all over again. Yes, I'd love an introduction." Delondra took a sip of her beer, eyeballing both of the ladies. Little did they know she could read every shift of emotion. Not that she even needed that ability, these two were so emotional... and she was loving the show. The difficult part was deciding which one to focus on. Such delightful creatures.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 21:44:38 GMT -5
Morgan puffs another billow of smoke before she approaches, her eyes locked onto the woman who helped her here in the first place. She gets real close, but not too close. Just enough so that Marisol can hear a whisper between the two of them, "I know what you are..." She giggles, "But it's okay, this being your bar and all..." Not leaving any real hint as to what she means by that, although the woman with the tattoos can probably clearly see Morgan's fangs. She wonders how a werewolf came to own such an establishment, but then her own opinions probably created some sort of bias in the competence of the species. Her eyes glance down to the other, realizing that this must not be some kind of human happy hour.
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Marisol Rios
RPers
Night Lupis Pack Leader
Aw yeah pizza and fries
Posts: 100
Character Name: Marisol Rios
Character Age: 23
Character Abilities: Heightened Healing
Super Sense
Job: Owner of McArthurs
Wallet: 180
Bank Balance: 11,400
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Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 21:56:20 GMT -5
Marisol shrugs, "I'm pretty knowledgeable about your casino but it's nice to get confirmation that what I know is true and that i'm not being mislead." Before Marisol can continue she flinches at Morgans sudden close proximity she doesn't like feeling a vampires breath against her neck as that's normally not a good sign and whispers back in a bit of a growl-y voice from the sudden intrusion of personal space, "It's not like I was hiding it from you." Good news: she's not attacking and doesn't want to kill me. Bad news: that tone probably means she wants to do something bad. She then sighs and speaks so both can hear clearly, "Well I was going to walk you over but the honors were done for us, Delondra this is Morgan, Morgan this is Delondra." Maybe they'll start talking about weird demon related things that they are into and I can slip away unseen. I'm sure neither want me around especially Morgan from what i've heard. Let any luck I possess kick in now please.
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Post by Delondra Irkalla on Jul 28, 2016 22:04:47 GMT -5
Oh tension! This she could play with. Delondra slid her fang over the edge of her lip in her playful tick. She let go of her restraint for the time being, her demonic aura just flowing into the currents in the bar. This was just normal demon mojo, the kind that made 'sinful' emotions spike if not careful. It's not the type of thing one feels, unless you're looking for it. Negativity, lust, hunger, anger, distrust - it just adds a little spice to every thought, to every emotion, to give it a just a bit more of a kick. mNGC9yY| "A pleasure, Morgan." Delondra says with a nod, giving her a faint coy smirk.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 22:11:09 GMT -5
Morgan senses a very faint kind of energy moving from the directly of Delondra, but it barely has any effect on her mood. "Oh hello," She stubs her cigarette out in the ash tray on the table. "Good to meet you." Withdrawing from her passively threatening stance there in the middle of the bar she takes a seat in the booth just the realizing her drink was still back at the other table. "You look nervous, Marisol." Morgan says aloud, "Everything alright?" As if she were actually concerned.
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Marisol Rios
RPers
Night Lupis Pack Leader
Aw yeah pizza and fries
Posts: 100
Character Name: Marisol Rios
Character Age: 23
Character Abilities: Heightened Healing
Super Sense
Job: Owner of McArthurs
Wallet: 180
Bank Balance: 11,400
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Post by Marisol Rios on Jul 28, 2016 22:17:32 GMT -5
Marisol shivers at a feeling of something trying to pry itself into her, it felt weird and intrusive but she easily shakes it off. She then sighs and replies to Morgan casually giving a warm smile, "Nervous or something like that. But i'm fine just a bit chilly today despite all the sun." As fine as any other were would be in this situation. Marisol looks at Morgans old table and walks over grabbing her drink and walking it back setting it down, "Here." Kill them with kindness she wants to instigate a rise out of you Marisol. It's not worth it and you want to make things better not worse. You aren't a creature who lives on base instincts like everyone assumes. They'll learn and regret that in their own time.
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