Some Assistance Please

[Kaya]

Theme Setting: Werewolves of Boston



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The morning routine was long, tedious, but necessary. Only perfection would be acceptable before leaving the house and greeting the world. But in order to do that, certain chores had to be performed. Like cutting the hair that regrew each day and tangled itself into a knotted mess which would have made life miserable to brush out if it weren't for the best solution of just cutting it off. As a result the vampire's skills at styling her own hair would make any woman who put thought into their cuts jealous. The hair was piled all around her in her bathroom, onto the trashbag which had been set beforehand.



Afterwards the hair that now lay in waves was brought back quickly from expertise into a french braid. Then came her face which really didn't take much. A touch of violet eyeshadow and liner, a dab of blush to humanize her skin tone, and a dash of red lipstick. The last touch was the purple gem choker which was tied around the delicate and scarred neck. She looked up into the mirror and grinned, her fangs flashing back in her slowly fading reflection. In a couple more hundred years it would be completely gone, but the depressing thought didn't slow her as she headed to the dressing room.



This was always the hardest part to the start of her day. She never wore the same combination twice and it resulted in her throwing clothes all around the room with mutters and sighs. But as usual, the best combination for the day came. Her top was a soft rose colored top that revealed her scarred collar bone and shoulders, but sleeves covering the rest until at least you saw the hands. The tight fitting cover showed her slender form and resting over the top of her faded skin tight denims. Black boots fitted over the pants with a finishing touch of silver buckles just for flair.



Satisfied, she grabbed a simple black purse and headed out her room and down the stairs. Vampirism meant her day started in the evening, and her roommate was already gone. The ghost was no where to be seen. Sighing, she went to the kitchen to write a note to let the werewolf know she'd be out and be unavailable for dinner plans. Then with a lock to the front door, Kaya made her entrance to the world.



The bar was in need of new shot glasses. Serving the magical beings of her kind of world was fun and resulted in decent income, but they had a tendency to throw things when arguments got too heated. She was told of a new place in downtown, but it'd be just her luck to have trouble finding the right store.



The vampire had enough of trying to find it on her own, and stopped to look for a victim to flash a smile and grab their attention for a while. Surely someone would be local and help her out for a bit.

[Enigma]

Ahhh, the gleam of street lights. Soft iridescent illumination that cut through the night and let the owls spread their wings. Owls, like Brycen. Though, let's get one thing straight: He was a werewolf, albeit not one to flaunt that fact. The true nightowl came out when he was on the prowl. A life filled with the constant chase of a drunken high, a carousel of attention with him as the centerpiece and a sensual woman's touch. The struggle was real, that much was blatantly apparent. Brycen's approach to women wasn't necessarily considered the most romantic. Some say brash. Up-front and brusque, absolutely. The maneuver was more suave` until he unsheathed and took a dagger to the throat... Metaphorically speaking of course. Mention of their assets or figure was definitely in play for him. That's just normal conversation, really. Obviously he couldn't just cut in like a creeper off the street and bombard a lady like that, so he dresses to-the-nines and makes his strike when he evokes a head turn.

The one thing he was completely neurotic about was his looks. A silk vest with an immaculately white long-sleeve shirt, rolled up cuffs and links with slacks that looked like they could cut steel. The very edge of the slacks met perfectly at the ankle of the dress shoes, shined to a mirror finish. The overcoat that was almost as much decor as it was a functional piece of his outfit, constantly slung over his shoulder and held onto with a single finger. Medium-length blonde hair that looked almost windswept and a 5 o'clock shadow that framed his jawline. The tall werewolf definitely looked the part and oozed of a million dollars. To him, the cherry on top was his favorite purple tie, of which he had many pairs. the daily routine to have this kind of upkeep would make any Hollywood artist blush.

The sidewalk shifted in altitude little by little as the deterioration of the streets increased over the years. The night air invigorated him, sucking it in with frivolity and exhaling through a wide smile. The night was certainly young for Brycen. Another day, another opportunity. The taste of a finely aged scotch already sent tingles through his spine, the zip of electricity on either side of his tongue as if tasting something vehemently sour. It all made him so excited. Sometimes, it felt as if the walks were too long to the nearest bar. the taste of alcohol was damn near addiction levels. the only thing missing were the cold shivers and sober sweats.

Surely, a lively soul; The bottles of liquor hummed his name.

[Kaya]

Kaya had begun to notice once she started to look for a suitable escort to the intended location, that the area she brought herself to wasn’t the most…tidy. In truth because of her desire to keep her nose clean in a city that was controlled by a species that while curious, were definitely cautious to the fangs that lay beneath her painted lips and the heart that no longer beat in her chest. Her friends had always been warning her to stay alert when she wandered. They knew, over time at least, that she was not a threat to their ways, but there were plenty of others who would not take so kindly to her presence in their town. Usually Kaya had always mocked the idea in her head. After what she had grown up with in her undead life, a few snarly dogs certainly weren’t going to make her wary.

Until she realized how deep into unknown territory she actually was. Not a single thing in her eyesight was rememberable, and the smell of wolf was everywhere. The smile fidgeted and her eyes narrowed in concentration. She wasn’t going to run. Either stubbornness or stupidity would keep her at her task. But she realized that the flaunting nature she puffed about may not have been the smartest move to start with in a strange part of town. She only hoped good fortune might save her.

And that fortune arrived in beautiful blonde hair and an amazingly cut suit. Her eyes widened at such a contrast to the bleak atmosphere of fashion neon signs and dark grumbly figures. Why would such a lavish creature of a man walk down such a dreary street? He walked past her, and a smell of intoxication wafted soon after her… and wolf.

Of course. But that wouldn’t stop the vampire from her curiosities. Most of her canine friends didn’t care much about good looks and she had nearly forgotten about the reason why she was out in such an unknown part of town, following after the beautiful pup with a glimmer in her eyes. Between the questions and the delightfully good looks, she only hoped that her scent of death and coldness wouldn’t be a deterrent from what might be an interesting night.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” Kaya purred out behind him, her smile lavish, “that you seem to be alone tonight. Is it possible I could help fix that?” The question was a lure, and she wanted to see what kind of bait of an answer she could snag in.

[Enigma]

Ah, you playfully tease a kitten with a toy and surely they will oblige. Bounce it around yet, and they frolic with glee. The words halted him in his tracks only to lower his head to shoegaze a moment, processing whether or not she had directed her comment at him. "Hmm." I forced grunt followed a slow roll of the shoulders. His upper body twisted slightly back towards her as his gaze traced her up and down. "Certainly a gorgeous girl such as yourself wouldn't accompany-" Her scent was almost immediately indescribable, yet oh so familiar. "a dog like me." You see, these streets housed the freaks and follies of this world. Droves of mendicant species and masked anomalies were betrothed to the city, and Brycen could sniff out each and every single one. To a bar hopper such as himself, he felt as though he knew everyone around these parts. The secret lives of those staying hidden to the mass public was as thin as parchment once liquor ran thick in the veins.

"Being alone in a bustling city such as this?" Brycen proclaimed with outstretched arms before turning to fully face her with a raised brow and a wry smile. "Strong assumptions." Let's just say the courage was already running hot with him, given his usual habit of pre-gaming before a long night out. Liquid confidence in every bottle. "Now if I may make an assumption myself." He made his way to a rather close position; to most, a personal bubble burster. "You seem to be alone, too. We wouldn't be so alone tonight if I took you back to my place, hmm?" A finger pointed to her midsection lazily from an up-turned palm while his piercingly green eyes stared her down. Thus was his general approach to women. Pretty much the equivalent to putting all his eggs in one basket. Now, he did in fact get pretty nervous when they started asking him the deeper questions. He has commitment issues and they reared their ugly head whenever they start interrogating him.

But, really, what's the worst that could happen? Rejection? Pff, a rerun he's seen thousands of times. Or, things could just end up burning the night away at his place.

Seems like a win/win to him.

[Kaya]

Kaya studied the creature with an unreadable expression beyond the charming smile to express her openness for conversation. The fluid and slow reaction to her words was most likely from the alcohol running through his veins, but it would take more to get a read on his character. She had been with suave weres in the past, and knew to keep her anticipation in check. The danger was always a possibility.

She saw his eyes judge her up and down, and after the pause in his response she wondered if she was going to scare him away, readying for a sneer. But none would come. An eyebrow arched at the word dog. She knew he could sense she wasn’t human, but was unsure yet if he could tell exactly what it was he was greeting. Or if he cared.

The smile upon his face though made her own more genuine, and the tension in her shoulders lightened. The alcohol was probably the most likely result of his sweet and inviting nature towards her. Good job, booze.

The close proximity he brought upon the two however made Kaya wary, though she would not move and would not change her sweet disposition. She did not like to lose when it came to a game of show. She did however mind manners. Which he seemed to have forgotten when in company of a lady.

At the insinuation that it would be this simple to bring the vampire home, Kaya leaned forward herself to his face. Her smile widened to flash her fangs. It was still charming and warm, but it was a reminder of the danger he was leading into.

“My lovely pup, as you sure this is the way you wish to start off what could be an enlightening evening?”

She admired boldness, and it was why she still stood in front of him. A second chance to show his charm. It had been a while since she saw another take such an interest in their looks and hoped her little warning would show that his dashing good looks wasn’t the only thing dashing about him. She leaned back so he wouldn’t get any ideas too creative and placed a hand upon her hip.

“Perhaps we could start off with something more simple and let you try again. Buy me a drink?”

[Enigma]

The moment she flashed that smile, he gently reassured himself of his affirmations. Those fangs made the voice in the back of his head say 'Theeeere they are.' She brought the fight right back at him with a sassy stance and a proposal. "Now how could I turn down a girl like you?" Her motion to lean into him then lean away was basically hook, line and sinker. Each girl he came across had their own scent. It was his own mental roll-o-dex to keep tabs on the people he's met. Faces were muddied by sheer amounts he came in contact with. Smell was such a strong memory jogger. This girl was no different. Vampires were... unique.

It was faint.

A timid perfume of cold blood. Those Weres that weren't city slickers probably had a bit of a struggle putting their finger on it, but it was fairly common for the city wolves to pick up on it from a block downwind. A couple of Brycen's friends would err on the side of stereotypical caution because of the whole Vampire thing, but really it's just quid pro quo with him. you scratch his back and he'll scratch yours. Besides, some girls were into that kinda thing.  Only time would tell if this one had such little quirks to her name.  

"Down the street a ways." He said with an extended thumb over the shoulder, pointing to the east side. "Some old stomping grounds.  Good liquor.  Whaddya say?  Drink and a date?"  Brycen's large yet slender hand presented itself as a offering to the girl, should she accept.  His tall frame bowed gently to her level as the other free hand receded behind his back in a gentlemanly fashion.  Call it overkill, call it cheesy, call it what you will.  At least there's some gentleman in that dog.  "Don't worry, biting ain't my thing."  He awaited her acceptance patiently.  "But I'm not against it."

He figured the bar he was alluding to would be safe enough.  Sure there was a fight here and there.  A couple of broken pool cues and more than a couple of broken faces, but it's quieted out recently.  One of the more rowdy customers, whom Brycen once called his friend before a quarrel, was lifted by the cops to the local jail.  Good riddance.  If there was anything that he didn't want to do, it was fight.  The dude was quite skinny, and really couldn't hold a candle in a fight to save his life.  Which, to juxtapose rather abrasively, his personality really didn't jive with.  If anything it brought out the worst in most.  He wouldn't necessarily go out bad-mouthing a guy at the bar scene, he knew his grounds.  

[Kaya]

The flattery that rolled off his lips was an assurance that he learned from his little error. Kaya was pleased, for she was genuinely interested in a wolf that showed no indication that the fangs she glimmered towards him had risen any reservations. It was rare to find another nonhuman creature in this town that didn’t at least show some wariness towards her. Not that she could really blame any of them. Vampires were notorious for their snobbery towards other species. A shame really, for the warmth that these critters pumped through their veins was an addiction that Kaya could never get enough of.

Another was the smell. She knew her airy taste of blood and decay wasn't the most delectable on some of their sensitive noses, but she was glad he has shown no visible distaste that came with her natural being. Wolves, on the other hand, always gave off a hint of earth, sweat, and in tonight's case, spirits. The senses of life and mortality was a drug for her. She craved to be around those with blood still pumping away, the muscles that warmed, the breath that left their lips. It helped ease the fact that while she was undead, she could still enjoy some aspects of what life offered.

Which is exactly what she was hoping for when he opened the invitation of a little place he visited. She rolled her eyes at first at the comment of a date. Maybe she was just getting too old but some of these boys really needed to up their charm, but it was quickly forgotten as he offered a hand towards her. The red eyes gleamed and emitted a small trickle of a laugh. Perhaps biting wasn’t his thing, but it was certainly hers.

Instead of simply taking hold of his hand, Kaya slipped an arm around his and pressed her bare shoulder into his side, her iced body immediately responding to the heat of his.

“It sounds ideal, ah, I’m sorry, I don’t believe I’ve caught your name? I’m Kaya.” She perked up at him with a toothy smirk. She had already begun walking towards the location of where he pointed.

[Enigma]

Her quite sudden move to wrap herself into him sent a shiver up his spine.  One would call the look on his face dumbfounded, gazing over her skin that found it's way nestled into his side.  If she couldn't get a read on how skinny he was before through the immaculate dress, she certainly could now.  He was a tall man, the musculature was well thinned over his lanky appendages and midsection.  A healthy stretch of his arms over his head would easily show his ribcage to the world.  Though a relaxed stance would just reveal a chest and abdomen as smooth as silk.  His observation of her pressing herself into him made Brycen take notice of numerous scars that adorned her like surreal tattoos.  Only now would he really take in the true color of her skin.  Sure, Vampires always had that cold, dead skin tone that had more or less come to be expected.  This girl however had just that slightest little shade about her that jogged his curiosity.  

"Kaya...  Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."  His stride matched hers with half the steps as they made their way to the aforementioned bar.  "Forgive me for being so careless.  I'm Brycen."  His voice became slightly gravelly before he, as gracefully as possible, gently cleared his throat.  That sudden shock of body temperature that took him by surprised was like leaping into a cold pool with nothing but swim trunks on.  Not enough to illicit a reaction from the cool-headed Brycen, but he couldn't help but quip on it's behalf.  "You seem a little cold, Kaya.  I have this coat I'm not too concerned about but, something tells me you're a little used to the chill."  his arm made it's way around her back, up around to her other shoulder.  the size of his palm alone darn near encapsulated it as his fingers made small massaging motions as if to warm up a dead body.  Fruitless, but to him- a kind gesture.  Up to Kaya to make what she will of it, though her keen sense to other's body heat led him to believe that she'd be fine with it.

"Up for grabs though.  Just let me know.  Besides there's plenty of other ways to warm up."  Hint hint hint.  


Kaya was no dull tack.  Brycen could see that, and his little tip-offs probably just went acknowledged with a roll of the eyes, as she did earlier.  Where's the harm in a little fun, right?  Besides it wasn't too often he got so close to a Vampire.  Her cold touch only reminded him that nothing ran through them.  A stillwater system still able to ambulate the waking world.  It was a thrill to think that a random girl off the streets of Boston would be so willing to take him in arm and accompany him to a night of mystery.  

It was like an unscratched lottery ticket.

All these prizes he could win, and he couldn't wait to see what he's won.

[Kaya]

The shiver was not lost on the woman, and she nearly purred at the response to his natural response. She couldn’t help it, a predator was drawn the presence of signs of discomfort and unease. Especially one so small. It felt as though she could suck all his heat in a matter of moments at the feel of the tender lithe body underneath all that daring style of choice. Rye was a petite little creature, but she still had that sense of authority. From what Kaya could already feel from this walking flattery, there was a definite soft spot. Perhaps they could ponder over their little mysteries together while nursing some cocktails. Part of the reason why Kaya chose this city was to understand the pups, after all.

The compliment to her name was rewarded in a light squeeze on his arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Brycen.” She let his name roll off her tongue, savoring. But the sweet demeanor of introduction was interrupted by a wandering hand, her own now lowering to wrap around his waist in natural response. Her ruby embedded eyes studied the fingers that massaged into her skin, absorbing the heat from contact. At least he had no issue with personal contact. She sometimes forgot herself among strangers in her own desires to feed in more ways than one. Did they ever consider how amazing their heated skin was?

Eyes flashed back towards his face at the second insinuation for the night. Her other hand brushed up on his chest. To the strangers that walked past they simply looked like two adoring lovers, unable to keep their hands off each other. For Kaya, it was an embrace on both sides, a subtle warning yet again for his eagerness. Her head brushed up to his shoulder, lips tauntingly close to the thin skin that covered the arteries on his neck as that smile never lowered.

“Yes, there certainly are.” She answered simply in return, knowing full well that a bite wasn’t what he was considering, but if he wanted to play this game, she would place in her own set of rules.

“I do hope we are close, Brycen. I have had a long night so far and could do with a drink soon.”

[Enigma]

"Oh don't worry darling, we're almost there. A quick jaunt across this street, here see?" Brycen picked up the pace as he carelessly walked from sidewalk to sidewalk without a single look to see if cars were to nail him. He also took note that she was all about getting up close and personal, for better or worse. Best keep an eye on that. The bar's front door now awaited them as he peered inside to see if any commotion were afoot. A quick swipe of his eyes from one edge of the barroom to the other revealed that it was actually rather empty. Disappointing, but on second thought it brought more of a glimmer to his eye given there was actually company he was catering to this night. A seat at the bar for both of them would serve nicely. Though he had hopes that she wouldn't get too into his life. It made him uncomfortable to say the least. Brycen had the tendency to switch subjects on a dime if they were to come to that.

An extended arm suddenly shot out in front of Brycen as he turned to open the door for Kaya. "IDs." The burly bouncer demanded of him without even so much as eye contact. Some people take their job seriously and yet some go about it like a robot until their shift was up. "C'mon now, do I really look 21 to you? I've never even seen you here before, are you new? Where's Jared?" A bouncer Brycen was very acquainted with, Jared was more or less a friend. One that would let him in without identification. That sort of thing came in the veil of a fist bump or a free drink on the house, courtesy of the Werewolf. Still, the bouncer stood fast slowly turning his head to stare daggers into Brycen before returning his line of sight to the street ahead of him. "IDs." This time it came more abruptly and stern. The dude wasn't joking around, so he whipped out his wallet from his back right pocket and fumbled with his ID that tended to get stuck in the tight-fitting sleeve that housed it. He haphazardly held it up to the large man before it was snatched from his hand to get a closer look.

"Thank you Mr. Abel. And you?" He brought down his sunglasses to the bottom of his nose and held them there with a huge index finger and thumb, peering over the top of the shades. Brycen followed suit and turned to Kaya, expecting her to produce her own ID. "It's okay darling, I won't peek at your age." It did make him innately curious. Just how old was she? Maybe he would cop a quick look at the birthdate on whatever she took out, and hopefully she wouldn't notice. If there was one thing he couldn't pinpoint about Vampires, it was their age. Was she in her twenties? Two-thousands??

Hmmmm.... On second thought, maybe sneaking a peek on that kind of info wasn't the smartest idea.

[Kaya]

Hmm, did those little muscles tense? He has ignored her own insinuation with directions to their destination, and her cheek nestled against his shoulder. Good pup. Flirtations and flattery were things Kaya lapped up and savored, but rules of courting should always apply. She had never been a hard woman to please with meaningless words, but she was old enough to know some sense of self worth.

She let the man lead them street to street, absorbing the warmth emanating from his body, hand on his chest having now let the fingers slip under the vest to feel the heartbeat. She took in the new sights with interest, having all but forgotten the original intent for tonight’s plan and why she had sought out a stranger in the first place. She’d probably curse herself for her want of attentions from others later when she went back to work and seeing they were still down to only half their supply of shot glasses, but if tonight’s event became as fun as it started, it would be worth the loss.

They arrived at the bar. A bit low standard, but with the lack of a crowd she was pleased at the thought of some quiet atmosphere. It could result in good conversation, and perhaps a story from the skinny wolf. But as soon as the arm shot out in front of Brycen to stop them from entering, Kaya turned eyes with an arched eyebrow at the large man, pulling herself from the warm companion. The vampire had been living in this mortal city for nearly a year, and still she forgot sometimes the customs that came with such a thing. Such as legal ages and the restrictions it withheld. Brycen tried to reason with the bounce, but to no avail. What a sour old tart, she considered.

Kaya would have smirked at the fumbling her young acquaintance to attain the card for the bouncer, but her eyes had landed on the stranger with iced eyes and felt a spark of irritation. Vampires took pride in age. Age came with power and respect, and abilities. If she had known of him questioning at the idea of her being in her thousands, she would have laughed. Ancients as they were called, would never have been bothered by such an annoyance.

But as she was still a youngling for an immortal, she dipped her fingers into her little black bag and pulled out a plastic card to hand over. It was fake of course. She had been technically dead for two hundred years, couldn’t exactly explain -that- to the DMV. But the card showed her to be 27, and would always say so. In human terms, it was the truth, and that was all that really mattered for most people.

“What age were you hoping for, darling?” She asked sweetly, throwing the pet name back at him.

[Nyxsie]

Lucy sighed.. angling her wrist to tip her drink between her rosy pink lips. With that sip she found her glass empty and so she set it on the bar. That had been number two of who knows how many. "Listen, I'm just saying if you need help here, I can make better drinks than you Simon," her conversation continued with a coy smirk, "Goodness knows all my money would go back into the bar anyways." Her gaze at the bartender who happened to be a co-owner was slightly flirtatious, but definitely sly. He grinned back leaning over the bar towards her, "You listen Luce.. first of all, we got too many dogs in here to have a cat serving. Second, your confidence doesn't make your drinks any better since you've had no practice. Finally, I--"

He was cut off by a voice at the door who was trying to charm the new bouncer. "Aw geez.." he rolled his eyes and adjusted his hefty torso to prepare to welcome another wolf into the room. Being one himself, Lucy figured it must have been a pack thing. She had seen that guy around here before. Sweet, talking, ladies man, and all the other things that made her roll her eyes. She was glad the bar was often full enough to allow him other interests besides herself.

This time she sighed heavier and with purpose. Her crystal blue eyes glared at Simon as she tapped her empty glass on the wooden bar. The ice cubes clattered and he paced back to fill up her glass with a mixture he knew well. Her other fingers traced the grain lines in the wood as she smirked, "Pleeeeeeesee.." His pour was thoughtful for a moment as he considered her request and then looked back at her with a playful growl, "No Lucy."

She huffed and hissed under her breath as she kicked off the bar with her low, thick heel. Slinking away to a side table so she could get a good view of the show about to ensue. At least he was the most entertaining wolf she had the pleasure to watch around this shack..

[Enigma]

The instant she separated herself from his body, the heat returned and almost felt like a heating pad was applied. Many many situations ran through his head at this moment. The realization that she was a vampire, cold through and through. What did that mean in all the little things? He'd never really -been- with one of her kind before, so this was all experimental to him.

"What was I hoping for?" His head tilted to the side haughtily- "Oh you know, a young spring chicken. Maybe a little experience, ya know what I mean?" Brycen shuffled his ID back into his wallet and slid it back into it's resting place in his back pocket, outlined by a clear wear pattern that adorned his backside. Never did it stray. Retrieving his hand from it's occupancy, it ran to the mid of his back and curled up in a fist, at-ease. With a very slow and deliberate grace, Brycen angled his upper body forward and swung his free hand across his body, suggesting Kaya enter the bar before him. You know, as any well-groomed, fancy gentleman would. "After you, sweetie." Sure it was cheesy and it really wasn't too much of an actual pet name, but he decided to keep the ball rollin'. Sometimes these little jabs and punches break down an armor and strengthen bonds. Whether that bond ended up being anything more than friendship, well, time will decide.

Had Kaya taken the offer of entrance Brycen would follow close suit. His chest puffed out as he took in a sharp breath of air through his nose, exhaling with relaxed shoulders. "Oh man, I love this bar. I mean check it out-" He pointed to the shelving of liquor bottles that lined up behind the barkeep, lights beaming various colors through the glass and liquid from behind. The various hues shone only as far as the rather empty wooden dance floor being illuminated by it's own ambient lighting. "What's the difference between bottom and top shelf?" Brycen paused as if to hear a response from Kaya, but spoke up before she could say anything. "Five bucks, that's what." He made his way to his favorite seat at the bar before noticing he would be adjacent to another person already getting their drink on, it seemed. "Excuse me, these seats here wouldn't happen to be taken, would they?" Again, his breathy tone was used more to sway one's thought of him. Brycen thought it to persuade and manipulate the answers he expected of others. Though, in all reality, it probably wasn't so.

[Kaya]

A chicken. Kaya raised an eyebrow over at the man as she was handed back her card. She sighed a little to herself and rolled her eyes, considering her alternatives for the evening. Brazenness was all well and good, but the vampire was starting to doubt Brycen’s actual experience with women with all the corny dialogue he kept throwing at her. It was a rare treat when she could find someone else with an equal amount of love for fashion and beauty, but was it worth sticking for with all the one liners that kept spilling from his lips?

He gestured for her to go inside first and she decided then that a free drink was worth the attempt. She made sure to let her shoulder brush by his, stealing a kiss of heat from him with a sweet smile before looking around. A little beaten down, aged during its time here, but she could agree that was a certain charm to the place. Perhaps she could find some other interests in contact with the owner and see what his stocks and prices were. Looking for better deals to her own place was always on her mind. It cost money. A lot.

Her mind wandered back from booking fees as her escort spoke up, and she looked over towards the bar. Red eyes however flittered away towards the table where a girl sat as Brycen was pointing out towards all the drinks the place had to offer. Drinks she knew about, but the smell of the stranger was something new. Her eyes blinked as she sought through her mental list. Not musky like a werewolf, definitely still alive so vampire was out… was that a hint of cat in the air? The trance was broken off as Brycen attempted a joke, and Kaya smirked. “Or blood and whiskey, in my case.” She muttered under her breath.

They made their way over to the girl, who was in Kaya’s opinion, rather adorable. She piped up after Brycen asked if the seats were available, interest finally getting the better of her. She started to place her purse down on one of seat’s shoulders and she looked up towards the stranger with a flattering grin.

“Or perhaps you’d be interested in some company for the night? The place is awfully dead and it’s not much fun to drink alone. I’m sure Brycen here wouldn’t mind splurging on two lovely ladies instead of just one.”